something about this just makes me feel old.
i've been telling people all day with that sarcastic way i have that it was nice being kept awake by booming, house-endangering thunder at two in the morning in early february, but in reality i was just scared. not of the storm but of something else i can't define. hazy lack of sleep combines with the sound of the thunder itself combines with janel moving around upstairs combines with the sound of rain and ice against my thin windows combines with it's a weeknight and laura's not here combines with the memory of the last time this was happening on an early and equally winter morning.
that morning i happened across some message board in an uncharacteristic computer-in-bed moment before the sun was even up and people were trading weather stories about the new england thunder phenomena in an exaggerated electronic version of 'how about this weather, right?' this guy in rhode island described it in this way that had me seeing the near-dawn landscapes all over the region and a lot of blissfully ignorant sleeping people in perfect little towns and villages that don't exist. strange weather for this time of year, he called it. i think i hate that guy. feeling lost in an unseasonal regional affliction i came to the conclusion that it'll be a terrible loss whenever i have to leave this house. the thunder wouldn't sound the same in another place.
that morning i happened across some message board in an uncharacteristic computer-in-bed moment before the sun was even up and people were trading weather stories about the new england thunder phenomena in an exaggerated electronic version of 'how about this weather, right?' this guy in rhode island described it in this way that had me seeing the near-dawn landscapes all over the region and a lot of blissfully ignorant sleeping people in perfect little towns and villages that don't exist. strange weather for this time of year, he called it. i think i hate that guy. feeling lost in an unseasonal regional affliction i came to the conclusion that it'll be a terrible loss whenever i have to leave this house. the thunder wouldn't sound the same in another place.
previous posts
- equilibrium
- thee rusted satellites gather + sing
- everything i try to do, nothing seems to turn out ...
- come downstairs and say hello
- look like a swiss army knife with wings
- all you hear is time stand still in travel
- christmas day
- for a while i heard you missing steps in the street
- holidays are all the same
- all the stars are projectors, yeah
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me: aspiring writer, 'music nerd,' seeker of beautiful moments, college student, armchair theologian, nominal quaker, 'the diet coke of emo with no caffeine,' eclectic left-winger, and generally someone who thinks about things too much.
this: unedited, uninhibited, and uninteresting thoughts, nebulous stream-of-consciousness ramblings of memory, inside jokes, obscure references, emotional paroxysms, and slices of life. sometimes there are pictures.
what people are saying about me
'...something entirely different from anybody i've ever known.'
- krystin
'...a nice boy.'
- laura
'...a maoist!'
- greg
'...elevate[s] emotional self-destructiveness to an art form.'
- greg
'...my favorite pixie.'
- lizzie
'...a damn good conversationalist.'
- kelly
'...blue-raspberry [pie]! or or maybe cranberry raisin.'
- becky
'i feel like a wide eyed kid in the socialist candy store...and [he's] the clerk.'
- christine
'...far too sensible and perceptive to be straight.'
- catherine
'...not british.'
- catherine
'...would have made a good medieval monk. one of the non-crooked ones.'
- catherine
'...should have been born a dolphin.'
- elizabeth
ATOM 0.3
'life was just a series of things i'd read about coming true.'
-- michelle tea, the chelsea whistle
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