Listening to dean & britta's 13 most beautiful for Andy Warhol songs. opening the old computer for the first time in a while
it looked realy nice for some reason. i didn't remember writing any of those textedit files.
i've been sitting in an almost-empty room for the past few hours with the window open. i wanted to nap so that i didn't have to stay in tonight, but had too much espresso left over in my system from cramming for a test this morning.
i wanted to find something cool and inspiring on the internet, as my wondering usually allows, but nothing of interest today.
this music always makes you feel like you're in a surreal film.
it's 7:25 on a may night and I'd like to go hang out in washington square park and listen to spanish guitar.
i'll just end up editing until 11 and then go crash.
I always hated writing about stuff when nothing is happening, but i'm always glad later on that i did. hopefully i'll remember what this day felt like in a while. it feels nice even though i'm so stressed in the middle of finals week.
keep the faith xo