It's just my birthday, its just a rainy day

Nineteen years old. Really? 

Third Grader Street Cred

My chipped tooth n' messed up bike make me feel like a gnarly 3rd grader.  

You Have No Idea How Important Your Expression Is

Going to United States of Electronica last night was the closest thing to having my heartbroken brain replaced with the idea that there is still love out there for me to give and get. 

[Thanks for the photos Marybeth!http://www.flickr.com/photos/marybethsc/]

Also, I have been listening to this Four Tet remix of "Weight of My Words" by Kings of Convenience over n over n over and it makes me think about this summer and how good it will be and how much I need it.

Countdowns of things to look forward to:

My birthday: 23 days

Sasquatch/Lauren's Birthday: 28 days

Photo Show: 36 days

Schools out!: 49 days 

Geometry Lesson 101

Triangles, while strong at the base, prove their strength further when they cover your face. This will surely require more artistic investigation. 

Crying in Public

Me and Anthony decided that tonight would be a good night for some spoken word at the Darkroom Gallery downtown. I was working on a new piece about, well, you know... and I really like it. I finished the second half of the piece while sitting in my seat nervously waiting for my name to be called. 

I don't think I have ever read a poem with so much "umph!" before in my life. I said what I needed to say. I also had to stop myself from crying in front of strangers. One day, I hope he hears it.

Recovery pt. II

Spring Quarter.

Smoking Fiend.

Drinking Deemed.

Reminiscing Remote Control.

Spoken Word Sleuth.

Good friends.

All of a sudden, I think I got what I needed.

Please, please, please don't let this leave me.

On a side note, fuck the sound of my roommate and her boyfriend kissing like retarded lovers. FUCK.

Recovery

...Mass transit shadow puppets...

I'm listening to the Amelie soundtrack and looking at pictures I took on Coney Island. What is my problem? I want it all back.

Also. Me walking Brooklyn Bridge at night? That's the kind of shit you look back on and say "Yeah, that was a good moment in my youth."