sounds of the living!

i am really digging m. g. martin’s work today.  from “in utero i read roget’s thesaurus”:

in high school i spent days walking

fire island with an oven on my head

begging for a date with a double gauge

or a dune buggy

                r.i.p.        

dr. gonzo    sylvie plath    & frank o’hara

just bought his One for None. stoked.

tomorrow marks the beginning of my last full-time semester of undergrad WHAT.

listening to the suburbs and takin’ lines out of context:

now i’m ready to start, i’d rather not

i’m halfway through the new eugenides book, working on modifying a wordpress theme to look good so i have a personal site + blog that isn’t just a tumblr page (thinking about scrapping everything i’ve done to the one i’m working on now though, think i might have an easier time with a different base theme), about to start three CS classes including two that look really difficult for someone who hasn’t taken math classes for years.

being done with humanities (outside of the american women’s history class that i’m starting tomorrow) is super weird, especially since i’m not pursuing it any further.  like, what did i just do for the past three and a half years?

strange times, man. man.