just around the river bend; otherwise known as: how i met your mother

i was watching big love tonight and bill was making out with this crazy russian waitress. can you guess what song was playing? none other than the girlfriend remix. lil mama and avril lavigne!

i can't listen to this antony and the johnsons album because the cover freaks me out too much and it shows up on itunes:

how fucking creepy is that, right? antony is a fat guy, which i don't like. i like my indie idols to be scragly, bearded and thin. i plan to date lots of scragly, bearded and thing boys in college. i do not plan to date theatre majors because most of them are gay. they can join the league but they cannot have sex with me. my point is, is, is, that i went straight to the nearest band which was animal collective. this music is good good goodo.

here are the classes i am taking in college: acting voice body movement let's read books and do art projects about them (friendship bracelet city, here i come) latin american history up to 1800. but here's the thing, i'm only taking that class so i can take post 1800, because that shit is interesting as hell. how do i know this? machuga, neruda, the very old man with enormous wings and the book of embraces. plus that story about argentina. i remember the day we were discussing that one in class was the day after diego and i broke up and it felt really strange and wrong to say "my friend's parents were a part of the underground during that revolution..." instead of "my boyfriend's parents..."

not that i'm the kind of girl who announces her relationship status to her world lit class. i'm not. that kind. of person.

banshee beat. the beet is the most intense vegetable of them all. you can't squeeze blood out of a turnip can you? speaking of intense, i saw gogol bordello for the second time sunday night. it was incredible. and by incredible i mean unbelievably incredible. as someone who has been thinking of- no, obsessing over, art and what exactly it is, i must say that gogol bordello is art and eugene hutz is an artist. when they play music, the devil, or god, or both enter the room and everyone's souls start stirring in really unfathomable ways. seeing them live is a very viceral experience. it's beautiful and human, but not in the pathetic way, pathetic is completely the wrong word please ignore my use of it in this context, but the way i think my mail man is beautiful and human or the way i think stamp collections are beautiful and human. gogol bordello is like extreme spirits and voices and emotions and fuel and poetry and motion and energy and sweat and rawness human and beautiful. people think i'm joking around when i say that it's necessary to see them live at least once before you kick the old bucket and everything but i'm not. maybe what i mean is that it's necessary to feel that alive at least once. is it stupid that gypsy punk music and a silly man with a mustache mean this much to me? gogol bordello is what life/art (interchangable) should be, i think.

tickatickaticka.

dear galeano:

i can't sleep. there is a boy under my eyelids.

also, fuck you for so perfectly putting the way i am about lust and love into words. i think in terms of eyelids now.

love,

koray