Currently Listening The Best of Siouxsie & Banshees By Siouxsie & Banshees see related

No need to be poetic at a time like this.
I think I'm moving to Nashville.
Painkillers are my new best friend.
So is the lovely and beautiful Jane Kang.
Only one more year until I can legally smoke.
Straight edge kids can suck on my imaginary left testicle.
Tomorrow I learn if I got into the Governor School for the Arts.
If only writer's block wasn't lingering. I would be prepared.

http://www.myspace.com/narcoticfuzz
http://www.myspace.com/narcoticfuzz
http://www.myspace.com/narcoticfuzz
http://www.myspace.com/narcoticfuzz

Currently Listening Great Lake Swimmers By Great Lake Swimmers see related

Oh bother, I haven't used this thing in ages.
I've fallen into the myspace trap (my apologies).
No longer with that boy. He turned out to be a creepy chick.
If I wanted to date a girl, then I'd be a lesbian.
I hope he doesn't see this, but knowing him, he probably still looks.
I got a letter from the Governor School for the Arts recently.
They're giving me a review (I applied for the creative writing category).
I've also fallen into a last.fm trap, but no apologies there, it's quite amazing.
School is the same, the people are the same, same nothingness, same boredom.
Unfortunately. But I'm counting down the days until college. I've gotten so excited about it, as stupid as that probably sounds.
Looking for love, still. No luck, still. Maybe I'll work at Kroger's, there's a cute boy there.
I've been getting so into Jack Kerouac (it's cliche, I know).
The Subterraneans (and On the Road) is wonderful.
And so is Howl. I read it recently, it's incredible.
Anyone with a fair amount of intellectual and artistic capacity should read those.
The Silversun Pickups are a bit overrated, I think.
Great Lake Swimmers are definitely underrated. Go listen to them.

This is my myspace: www.myspace.com/narcoticfuzz
And of course, my poetry site: www.xanga.com/opaquewords

Sneak a peek, why don't you.

Currently Listening Lesser Matters By Radio Dept. see related

I had forgotten about this thing.

I'm supposed to be getting ready to get my picture taken with Santa. With Erica, of course. I have a boyfriend now. He's wonderful. He loves me. He lives an hour away, but we manage. He's the skinniest person I've ever met. I've been making him eat. Anyway, he's great and I'm nearly in love with him. I wish I had something interesting to say. People don't read these things anyway. That's okay though. I played guitar today. Haha, I really have nothing to say.

Well, here's to writing the most bland entry ever.

                                           http://www.myspace.com/narcoticfuzz
                                                   http://www.xanga.com/opaquewords

Currently Listening Digital Ash in a Digital Urn By Bright Eyes see related

I'm skipping school. Life has been bleak. I'm starting up all my bad habits again, but I'll just leave it at that. I'm beginning to consistently write songs in my dreams. I have ideas when I'm awake too, but I don't know how to record them, and it's a shame because they're all such good ideas. I went to a renaissance fair since my last post. I'm falling in love with Bright Eyes again. All of my thoughts are in a poetic fashion right now. But I still can't seem to write anything worthy of even being called poetry. It's all shit. My mind is poisoned. Emotional garbage is running through my veins. I'm always lying down or in a fetal position these days. God, I love Bright Eyes. I watched a House marathon yesterday. It was good. I want Hugh Laurie. I think I'm failing school. I need love. I mean I have love, just not love from a guy. At least I don't think so. And not just from any guy, but a guy that I love back. I need that so badly. Fuck it, I sound pathetic. What I really need is to stop whining about shit. I need to accept the fact that resolution isn't going to come for a while. Who cares anyway. I wouldn't know how to act if things were visceral. My train of thought has ceased. I hate ending it on such a bad note. But I enjoy venting here. I'm always at my most eloquent, it seems.

                                    http://www.xanga.com/opaquewords

Currently Listening Music Has The Right To Children By Boards of Canada see related

This is tedious.

                 I'm not sure what to say anymore. I'm fairly wordless.

        I'm beginning to genuinely hate people lately, not to be insanely abrupt. Well, I was. Does anyone know why are people so asinine? It worries me. My last ounce of sanity is dripping from my ears and it's getting all over the place. The carpet is staining. I think I'm going to take my toothbrush, run away to Europe, meet a hot Italian boy, and live happily ever after in Mediterranean paradise. Oh what a wonderful thought. So maybe I still hate the world. If you don't, then you still obviously have a lot left to learn. Or maybe I'm just devastatingly cynical. Anyway, I forgot my bra today for the 3rd time ever. Everyone in the school ended up finding out. My grandpa (of all people) had to bring it to me. Isn't my life lovely? Yes, I'd like to think so. I'm wondering lately if I should be a music journalist, or music critic, perhaps. Just a thought.

                                 Mmm, Boards of Canada.

So, I have to go look through my playlist and forget about my homework. I know, you want me to continue, but I'm a very busy girl, you understand.

                                                  http://www.xanga.com/OpaqueWords

//edit

So, I don't know what the hell I want lately.
I'm basically being crushed under a giant mass of confusion.
Oh, I committed blog treason recently.
http://www.myspace.com/narcoticFUzz.
But I don't think I'll be using it for writing purposes.