ca, · c'est · moi. · c'est · vrai.

today i met up with dave, the emerson kid from film scoring and we talked about life and relationships and films and his script and maybe collaborating on things. he's a wonderful person, we already seem to be very easy fast friends though we've only talked a little once a week for the last two months. he's also really into nouvelle vague & irish history & good music & all the right kind of shit so i guess it's to be expected.

i also met with andrew, a drummer music production & engineering major who graduated berklee last year. he plays with/produces emily peal (http://www.myspace.com/emilypealmusic), who is another wonderful person i met in my lab this semester and am going to accompany at a show in december. andrew- who turns out to also be a wonderful person- and i talked about some details for recording an album in february. he approached me a couple weeks ago after hearing my music and said that listening to it gives him a lot of ideas and inspires him, so i'm really excited to work with someone who is so into what i'm doing. so me accordion dulcimer uprightbass trumpet percussion mandolin banjo cello maybe some other things? eep.

for once i feel i'm really working towards going places.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWLF7rW2ofY&feature=related


hundreds of college kids
two and a half hours
about four miles
one saxophone, one trombone, lots of drums
YES WE DID.

I know I never even post real things, but I like this and you should all guess even though nobody will probably get most of them:

-Go to IMDB.com and look up a bunch of your favorite movies.
-Post three or four official IMDB "Plot Keywords" for each.

1) nonlinear timeline, memory, atomic bomb  [Hiroshima Mon Amour]
2) breaking the fourth wall, on the run, car in water  [Pierrot le Fou]
3) deutsche demokratische republik, confession, idealism 
4) conscience, neo noir, metropolis
5) lawn gnome, orgasm, railway station  [Amelie]
6) car crash, face slap, marriage problems, capri italy  [Contempt]
7) lovemaking, cigarette smoking, vagabond, harmonica  [I'm Not There]
8) abadoned baby, irish rebellion, london underground  [Breakfast on Pluto]
9) isolation, hitchhiking, abandoned bus  [Into the Wild]
10) trailer park, plagiarism, glam rock
11) vacuum cleaner, street musician, dublin ireland  [Once]
12) sex, communist, roommates
13) pot smoking, defiance,, suburbia, dance scene
14) graphic violence, traffic jam, cannabalism
15) psychoanalysis, marriage proposal, junkyard, suicide.

Hint: a third of these are Godard films.
I'm telling you what they are when people guess right.

Fitting, since the book is one that I'm borrowing from her, The Time Traveler's Wife.

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

"I sit in the window seat, with the newspaper in my lap. We are about halfway through the crossword. My attention has drifted."

Hardly the best / most interesting part of the book... oh well.

I tag:
99shadesofgray
anti_fangirl576
imposteur
sarairlines
andrewanemoi</div>

five days, we will have known each other for two years.
In eight days and sevenish hours I'll be with him.

And maybe soon, we'll be together together again,
because the last eight months apart haven't worked.

after 7 hours on a bus, 20 hours with him, and 5 and a half in a car, I wish there had been more time. But I guess all I can hope for now is that in three weeks he won't be dying of finals and he'll let me come back. Those 20 hours were more than enough to show that whatever I have to do to be with him I'll do.

I got into Berklee.
And I don't give a shit about scholarships (which I won't hear back about for another week), because nothing in the world- especially something like money that I hatehatehate anyway- is keeping me from going to the one school that fits me, the place that is going to be so much of what I am going to be able to do with my life.

I got into college today! The New School for Jazz & Contemporary Music, which is my second choice school. I should be hearing back from everywhere else next week!!

Since I'm in a fairly good mood right now and I don't know how things are going to turn out, I'm not going to talk about Chris and things being complicated. But I will, sometime.

I also wrote my first real song today, kind of.

I am getting tired of boys, hurting them and trying to figure out how not to hurt them and getting into things more than I mean to and then having to get back out of them.

I am getting tired of boys except for the one who really matters.

by 99shadesofgray

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".

1. I really love when stop signs work the way they're supposed to, and people all work together to make it efficient and nobody is mad at each other.
2. Whatever words are written on the inside of my left wrist are either from a song or a film that have been in my head a lot lately, and probably apply somehow to whatever is going on in my life.
3. I still miss people I haven't talked to in years, and my periods of nostalgia are typically horribly depressing.
4. Until this year, I had been the one to start every first kiss I'd ever had with a boy.
5. I really, really, really want to talk to Cat Stevens and ask him why he's Muslim. Because I worship him, and though I doubt I would ever become Muslim, he probably has really valid reasons.
6. I got kind of disappointed when I found out that lots of people wished on 11:11 and it wasn't just me, but I still do it when I catch it.
7. I am super opinionated and super indecisive at the same time, which is a weird combination. And right now I just need to decide what is going on, but I don't really think I can decide.

Okay, I tag:
andrewanemoi
anti_fangirl576
imposteur
likesonnetspetrolvodka_gin
sabinemonster
sarrrrra_______</div></div>

yearbook pictures are due tomorrow, you should help me decide tonight.

there's your skin, underneath my fingertips again, where it belongs
and
there are your eyes, hazel back at my greyblue, big and full and deep,
and
your shoulders, freckles and bones and all,
your stomach and cheekbones and nose and spine,
that mole and your neck and ears,
your lips and mine,
where they belong.

don't try to take that away again.
it isn't so hard.
it isn't hard at all.
it's just you and me being us.
it's just not listening to the rest of the world.
it's just letting things be fucking simple.
it's just being in love and being okay with that.
it's just us, okay?
stop.
let go.
come back.