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This blog has had many purposes since I started it. I’m shifting it again.

This Tornado Loves You

Both my windows are open.
I am sitting under 4 comforters.
I just ate two oreos. Tasty.

I am wondering how I can stop being a tornado.

God. You'd Think I'd Forgotten.

The ideas I had for this blog when I created it have fallen off a shelf in my mind, rolled underneath an armchair and lie forgotten - and probably broken - to collect dust for the rest of eternity. But it’s spring and I’m going through a huge life project at the moment; that is to say, I am cleaning up my life. And my place. God. It’s a mess.

I am in the midst of copying a fairly hefty stack of CDs that I got from the library tonight. A few of them are sorta hard to get items, and others not so much by any means. I am reaizing all too quickly that I am running out of room and will soon be forced to deal with the ever-looming issue of my external hard drive. (If you’re wondering, the CDs include a Ryan Adams’ produced Willie Nelson album, a Clash collection, a New Wave comp, newest Portishead, the Decemberist’s Crane Wife, Blonde On Blonde, a Zepplin comp, a Dylan tribute album, and a Raconteur’s disc.) I am excited to hear.

Now that I have quit school, I have realized a number of things:
I am good at keeping myself busy.
I need a new place.
I suck at remembering to eat.
I love to write and forgot how much I love it.
I love music.
I love to write about music.
I miss reading.
God, I miss reading.
I love to get things done and feel accomplished.

Life is pretty alright. Alright!

I am going to go read. I love reading. God. I love having time.

Goodnight, Hollywood Blvd.

I had to go home sick from work today.

I’ve NEVER had to go home sick from work. I’ve got this creaky sore spot in the back of my throat and I can’t stay awake to save my life. Well. I couldn’t at work and I couldn’t at the bookstore, but here I am typing away. What the hell is that shit about?

The thing is, I don’t think I am actually sick. I’ve been moving so fast these past few weeks, wrapped up in making ends meet, making presents, and making friends. It’s been exhausting and it’s finally caught up to me. I feel like utter shite. It sucks.

I’ve been listening to a lot of alt.country lately. Let’s not pretend we don’t know why - oh, Ryan Adams, you devil. This led me to Whiskeytown, which led me to Caitlin Cary, which led me further still (or perhaps back around) to Alison Krauss and into the bluegrass genre. Good times, good times.

Things have been sad lately. So many people are moving and leaving my life, which is OK, cos it’s a fact of life and it’s just the way things work. I think it tends to happen at a higher rate with me - people rarely stay in my life for very long. It’s hard to let them go, but I know that we’ve got miles to go and that roads do not always run a straight or predictable course. I like to think I’ll cross paths with the important ones again.

I have to believe that because I can’t cope with it any other way. I’ve just got to let it be.

The Most Amazing Letter I've Read Up To This Point In My So Far Short Life

I found this in the lost and found at my library last night. I didn’t even read it until I was with my friends and going through all the stuff I’d collected. I was pretty much blown away by the emotion that was clearly invested in this letter. It’s hands down the best love letter I’ve read to date. I love it’s simplicity. I love it’s romance. I love that it’s handwritten. I love that she doesn’t over do it with farewell at the end.

This is almost over.

Photographs I

Like I said, photos are most often used as bookmarks. I wouldn’t use some of the photos I’ve found for the mere sake of preserving the memory they were intendend to capture. Some of these are pretty heart breaking.