This That I Feel

by Sophie Kern

"What's my name? What's my station? Oh just tell me what I should do? I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you. Or bow down and be grateful and say 'Sure, take all that you see' to the men who move on me in dimly lit halls and determine my future for me. And I don't, I don't know who to believe. I'll get back to you someday soon, you will see. If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see of the world outside is so inconceivable. Often I barely can speak. Yeah, I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself. What good is it to sing helplessness blues, why should I wait for anyone else? And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf. I'll get back to you someday soon, you will see."
Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes

You peak my interest. That frightens me, but I think I'm ok with it. If you are too.

On another note, there is something so beautiful about seeing a fully grown business man in a suit tripping over his crutches and almost falling down. Priceless.

:::::SCARFFACE:::::

The newest trend - Scarfface. I'm buying one; not buyin one is really just... dumb.

I swam in one of the most awesome pools I've ever been in last night. Yep, played a mean game of Sharks and Minnows, in which I cheated at every opportunity. I keep thinking some day I'll grow out of that- the competitive cheating.... Don't think I ever will.


Listening to "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi. The cheese factor makes me smile every time.


Temporary Internet Files are SOOOOO scary. Literally, you can't find the folder when you look for it, and then when you "stumble" upon the folder, there are so many horrible pictures, most of which you've never even seen before. "How did THAT get saved onto my computer! SICK!" Yeah, and no one believes you, ya perv.


And lastly!!!! My phone is gone. I believe I left it in a friend's car last night. It's kind of nice not to have it actually.

Wake Up

young love 310.365, a photo by m_bui on Flickr.

Doesn't it feel like life should be more than this? I don't ever want to die. I don't ever want to get old. We get a job so we can pay the bills, we pay the bills to keep our house, we pay for the house to have somewhere to live and we live to work. Caught. In. This. Cycle. Almost everyone I know is. You're tied up in it. Am I the only one that wants more? That wants to bust my ass and work nonstop so I can start fresh for myself- leave all of it? That wants to quit my job and move somewhere and sleep anywhere I can find? That wants to hold someone's hand just so you can really know them and feel some vulnerability, even if it be your own? That wants to walk everywhere and get there the fastest because I'm the only one that's actually moving. No one else thinks to take a step.

I don't want to settle.

Life is only what you make of it. And I refuse to wait on someone to make the first move. I've never looked respectfully on cowardice. I want to know that whatever I choose to do, I put absolutely everything I have into it. Wake up. It doesn't have to be boring.

Pics, $200 and My Luck

I love this picture. It reminds me of Toy Story.

The Black Keys

Sorry I'm such a bore and haven't posted anything. Today, I found $200 I'd lost. AND watched Dinner for Shmucks last night. The past 24 hours have been quite memorable.

Oh and Jack White and Karen Elson are getting a divorce. .... I feel evil for actually being semi-excited about that. Particularly since I saw her the day before their anniversary/divorce party. I'm going to be a creeper and post the invitation- only because it's clever and witty, not because my infatuation with him is out of control. ;)

Bonnaroo!!!

, a photo by drinkardjoseph on Flickr.

So many things to say.

It was one of the coolest things I've ever had the privilege of being a part of. Memorable. An experience. "Magical." Burning up hot. Mumford and Sons lost points (as well as Ray Lamontagne) for playing one of the most boring, no-personality shows I've ever seen.

Favorite sets:

1. Arcade Fire. (Helicopters dropped spinning LED lights inside of crazy balloons, as well as glitter, onto 90,000 people during their set (which was already fricking epic.)) Shnazzy. I fell in love. I cried.

2. Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Power singer up there with VV (actually past VV, but that's blasphemy).

3. My Morning Jacket. Give them a chance. Absolutely beautiful and one of the most emotional experiences ever.

It was an amazing experience I would do all over again- waking up stuck to the tent floor in sweat, nearly passing out three times from the heat, $5 slap-yo-mama-upside-the-face good lemonades, napping on the ground on top of everyone's plates they just threw on the ground, no showers, looking like a negroe from all of the dirt. All of it was wonderful and lovely and all things good. :)

Leaving for Bonnaroo!!!

Here's me being a twelve year old. No big deal.

Oh and hey, look! We make the same face, I think.

I'll post when I'm back from Bonnaroo!!! I should be leaving within the hour for Tennessee. Should be a great weekend.

House of Matching Colors

House of Matching Colors, a photo by Saga on Flickr.

Listening to Bob Dylan right now. At work.

I have been making the playlists for Bonnaroo today and doing the artwork on the cd's, because there's nothing quite so boring as listening to an awesome playlist that looks as uneventful as any other burned cd. Unfortunately, I am not much of an artist. The number "3" album looks like a bloody zombie hand.

I cooked homemade pizza last night! Someone remind me never to try to knead bread with hands unfloured. It causes quite a predicament.

Red Haired Denim and Those Darlin's

Untitled, a photo by alexis mire on Flickr.

I am going through a 90's phase. I got some 90's jeans that I cut and made shorts and then an awesome old Harley Davidson denim jacket. It had butterflies sewn on all over it and I tore them all off. Mom shorts with flats- yes sir.

Also, Bonnaroo is in two days. It's amazing the amount of preparation that goes into stuff like this. It's regrettable, really. There seems to never be such a thing as random on-the-fly road trips.

I would like to say that I have a love/hate relationship with red hair. I hate it on me and it will never leave. Such a tragedy.

I saw the most bad-ass indie (unsigned) show I've ever seen on Friday night at the Rustic Cowboy. The band's name was Those Darlin's. Listen to "Screw Gets Loose" if you get a chance. This band absolutely blew my mind with how into their music they got while still being extremely genuine. Absolutely adorable and bad ass at the same time. Props.

..::stolen goods::..

"upon a distant ripple." by karrah.kobus

I feel like great things are coming. I've got a feeling. Suddenly I'm not heartsick (relief), suddenly I'm excited about opportunities in the future. I love this- it's totally new and I'm not used to it.

I stole a hat yesterday from my neighbor. It's a Chinese looking hat, like the ones they wear in the rice fields. I'm bringing it to Bonnaroo as my Quirk Hat.

There will be dancing tonight.