FALL FOR EVERY EMPTY WORD.

it's your little red wagon and you've got to pull it.

2007-01-29T16:38:02Z

this is my attempt to distract myself from the george orwell short story resting beside me.

grizzly bear and the blow are playing at sarah lawrence in february. i will make out with them.

lyle is visiting this weekend. on saturday we are going to see the body worlds exhibit at the met. then we will go to the new marc jacobs accessory store ($20 t-shirts) on bleeker. after that, i am taking him to dinner in the west village to get drunk before we eat cupcakes from magnolia bakery in the park across the street. i want to move to brooklyn with him and drink wine out of big glasses and buy furniture at thrift stores and hold hands on the weekends.

dear__aurora @ 2006-02-28T19:09:00

2006-03-01T00:21:08Z

10 most played songs on my iTunes:

minus the bear- absinthe party
air- playground love
the beatles- dear prudence
belle & sebastian- a summer wasting
gorillaz- feel good inc.
joan of arc- apocalypse politics
joanna newsom- the book of right-on
joanna newsom- crab, clam, cockle, cowrie
sufjan stevens- to be alone with you
the walkmen- we've been had
wilco- company in my back

post me yours.

dear__aurora @ 2005-12-16T07:32:00

2005-12-16T12:38:52Z

i haven't gone to school since tuesday. wednesday, i had an interview at sarah lawrence that went really well. the only thing that turned me off about it all was that most of the kids there are pretty weird- and secluded by their own weirdness, as there's only 1100 kids at the school. the plus side is that its twenty minutes outside new york city. thursday, i was sick and stayed home. i knitted and read and started to wrap gifts but bored myself early on. bobby and pete rescued me and we went christmas shopping. i stayed up til 11:30 writing a statistical analysis of drug use at andover high for stat just to wake up and find there is no school today.

laura, want to bake something today? kristen too? hrmm, hrmm?

ps- GRIMIS show Saturday at the ALL ASIA CAFE in Cambridge, MA from 4:00-6:00. $5 to get in. Party afterwards.

I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied, I don't know why I feel so skinned alive.

2005-11-10T01:36:31Z

i have a habit of letting things build and never releasing them. writing is beautiful and discouraging. i have been trying so hard to hold myself together lately. it's not so easy. i am alone and made content by this, but sometimes i think i reflect too much on myself.

my radio was stolen out of my car today in the senior lot. perfect. of course, i went into my mode and began blaming myself. i know no one is diserving of misfortune; i am not exempt from this. but still, i lose faith. i have to remind myself that it is the choices that people make, not the people themselves, who are evil.

dear__aurora @ 2005-11-09T20:08:00

2005-11-10T01:10:23Z

I never unfold my arms
swept beneath worn orientals
that fray and bleed every hue.
I lie there: a placid body
an addict seething hunger.

I never wrap my ribs
among the leaves that scrape
along the pavement. You bury
your hands in pockets
while I fade evenly
from polaroids in black and white
and sepia tones.

I never release my hands
though they sift and seep
like a sieve, from
failing sunsets. You rest slow
slow among my veins, dear.