i'm craving, i'm howling, i'm begging, i'm pleading, be mine tonight oh yeah

3:22 p.m. x 2004-09-17

news item: i hate my vertigo. among other things. but mostly the vertigo. yeah, i hate the fucking vertigo quite a lot. just sitting here writing this is making me dizzy.

coming into paradise
thinking that i must have been here once
me and mr. kennedy
haven't seen a blade of grass in months

the soft boys, "mr. kennedy"

cool sophmore alyssia's awesome, though, and tuesday is the first meeting of tweak's club! i'm so proud!!! young democrats in central pennsylvania is a little bit of an oxymoron. i admire tweak's spunk. she's so cool...

but my vertigo fucking sucks.

the song of the day is actually salving the stupidity of the aformentioned hate, though, because it is so eloquent and right, and kind of understands...ugh i don't want to write anymore because i wrote a big freaking essay, not really big as in lengthy (2 pages - meh?) but big as in the phrases and words and it was just kind of elaborate, elaborate and on short notice and rather burnt out my brain cells. i'm going to go let them recover.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11