spencer lokken & pretending

orchard lounge makes me think of this.it's a jen stark drawing. she's a legend.or at least I like to think she is.Her details blow my mind.

I love all of you hurt by the cold, so hard and lonely too, when you don't know yourself

people i missed/thought about today:

    Jessie is at CNU playing volleyball.at this moment shes actually at a tournament in Oregon
                                       Ally is in Colorado, having a better time than you
 

                 Davids gettin' how he lives at USC.(he sent he a highly disturbing pix message today that I will ask him permission to post later)

                                Alexis is also at CNU, she went to the beach today.

           Ally(different ally) is at UVA, ew. I love her despite her awful choice of university. Ally has a beautiful voice. She once left me a Christmas carol on my voicemail.

Andrew Vanwyngarden is God

If you havn't listened to mgmt, get off my blog now & download them. Thats me assuming people even read this, which is unlikely. Which now makes me think of what a waste of time this is. But that's a different issue entirely. My roommate Ashton introduced me to mgmt one night and now I couldn't imagine my music collection without them.I'm in love.
WATCH THIS MUSIC VIDEO.it will change your life. www.court13.com/electricfeel.html
An interview I find amusing:  www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdxzA0wYBTU

If anyone actually reads this: Let me know what you think!

as my feet melted into the glassy waters

here's a little something I wrote for class awhile ago.It's a little rough, because I havn't had time to proof & revise it...

The extraordinary can be found in almost anything or place. To me, extraordinary means to be away from the normal hustle and flow of life discovering something that satisfies your deepest desire while allowing your imagination to run free. When I think of a place in my life that fits this description there is one that stands out so vividly, my grandmother's lake. Although the lake was legally owned by my grandmother, it was always understood that no human could truly own something so beautiful, the lake and the surrounding mountains belonged to the earth. That place molded my imagination and gave birth to a newfound spirit that shaped the person I have become. The lake contained a spell that cast magic upon every moment of time I spent there.

Spending summers at my grandmother's, with only the companionship of my younger sister, drove me into the ground. The only deliverance that got me through those days would be when the sun began to set. Golden rays of light would fall into the water as a sheet lies on a bed. Pinks and oranges melted into a pool of  deep sapphire while the wind chilled my skin. Sitting on the dock, I would hang my heat swollen feet over the edge and into glassy undisturbed water. Taking deep breaths, my mind would ease into necromantic lands waiting to be explored. Faraway planets of surreal colors and eccentric people would dance through my thoughts as the sun ran from the stars into the lake. No one could bother me in this figment of my imagination, there was no one to disappoint, no one to tell me what to think, no one to tell me what to dream, this world was my own. The smell of the wildflowers sauntered across the water embracing my senses as images of sunflowers and daffofils flooded my head. Time played no part in this sanctuary I painted within myself. No one could control where I went or who I was or what I thought when I was at the lake. The only thing that stood in my way was the lake itself. Once it swallowed the sun's last rays of light, the magic disappeared as well. Time would race back carrying along with it the night's darkness. The wind would then turn to gusts of ice, twisting and turning the sounds of the night. Unfamiliar shapes would race across the shadows, questioning my safety.  By that time I was aware that the night no longer welcomed me and that it was my time to embrace reality. However it never troubled me to leave, because I knew that no matter how long I was away or how much I would age, the magic of the lake would always be there waiting.

new friends, scary heroin needles, & pepe

so the other night I had quite the scare. I guess I'll start from the beginning.

I am in the process of moving into a house with two of my friends. We were celebrating the last nights of summer in said house, which is conveniently located in the ghetto of richmond that is Churchhill. We don't mind because it's cheap rent for a pretty large house. We had a few friends over, had a few cheap shots of tequila (pepe lopez is the house favorite...gross i know), and then proceded to the basement where our "420" room is. We lit up and turned on some tunes. Pnuma Trio to be exact, if you haven't heard of them you should defiantly check them out. About 10 minutes later I stepped on what felt like a nail. Due to my state of mind I felt it slowly pierce my skin and proceed through the heel of my foot.creepy. Basically I kind of started freaking out, and everyone around me was just laughing. After about 30 seconds(what felt like 30 hours) one of my roommates ran to get some tweezers and he pulled what turned out to be a needle out of my heel.even creepier. So now I really freaked out because here we were in the heroin capital of richmond in an old house we're renting out, and I step on a fucking needle.so my roommate grabs some rubbing alcohol, washes my puncture wound, and we all go back and forth debating whether or not I should go to the hospital. The final consensus ruled that that would be a horrible idea, due to our current states. The night wore on and soon I forgot about the "needle incident". This awful experience was followed by the best night I have had in downtown richmond so far. Later, a few of my high school friends who are now attending VCU came over to party. They brought with them some kids in their dorm. The night ended with us drinking all the beer in our fridge, and finishing our entire liquor collection( which fortunately only consisted on pepe & aristocrat). Some kid pissed in a box and all over the floor in our basement. We weren't angry because it was so funny and we now have serious blackmail/humiliating rights on this kid whenever he comes over again. We didn't go to sleep and at about 6 in the morning a few of us went to belle isle to watch the sunrise over the city. We saw a lot of runners & such. I can only imagine what they thought of us as they ran past, a bunch on strung out college kids in the same clothes as the night before. I'm sure we looked pretty rough. One girl that I met that night passed out one the rocks. This same girl also gave us $20 bucks for beer, making her my best friend of the night. I recall telling this girl, her name was bailey I believe, that she was welcome to anything in our fridge anytime she came over. She was really chill. I think shes from virginia beach. Anyways. I met some really cool people and I'm really stoked for this year.richmond is the shit.

I don't know what i'm doing

I miss those days.The days without cares, college, and bills. Today is a new day.

I am keeping this blog due to an assignment by my english professor. I am supposed to be recording daily happenings, things I learn, and objects/events/people that get my attention. So here we go.