in the heights... of the library

sometimes campus is just so interesting. I am thoroughly enjoying watching impromptu salsa lessons in the atrium instead of writing a philosophy paper about Danish cartoons and their evocation of hate speech.

behold; procrastination at the most entertaining level.

when coffee breaks turn into full-blown adventures. Excuses for detours flood from every angle, and every distraction seems to deserve your undivided attention. Even now, as I'm wasting valuable minutes typing in the wrong form, I can't seem to stop myself.

aye caliente senoir, mucho gusto!
no pare, sigue sigue!

aw maaaaaan, why wasn't I born in columbia?
go back to the library jillian. jesussss.

Finale.

you bring the cup,
and we'll bring the starshine.

if it's love, make it hurt

tech week.
it is, and always will be, a very interesting time.

it's almost indescribable, almost. but waiting here in the calm before the storm of all storms seems somewhat contradictory, when the calm is a madness all in itself.

tripping. and lighting. and placing. and singing. and moving. and working. and waiting. and whining. and wanting. and faking. and hurting. and napping. and bitching. and laughing. and thinking.
and not thinking.
and trying not to think about it.

it's an electricity I can't live without and a hurricane I can't handle, too much and not enough all rolled into one. it steals my sleep and hurts my head and melts my mind, but I won't settle for anything less, and I can't survive with anything more.

21 days of musical mess, and 341 days of waiting for it to happen all over again.

diamonds in my drink tonight

If you ain't down with webster, don't pretend to be...


it's amazing.
I don't know how they do it, but EVERY TIME they do it.
you think oh man, can't be as good as last time. That energy, that timeshift, that florescent white light white heat that surrounds you every time they hit the stage... but with every year they send more shockwaves, and there's nothing to do but drown in the magnificence. you can't fake that kind of charisma. you can't fabricate that level of magic. cause it's all you, baby.

all of you.

"I got a red cup, you fill it up for me,
I'm on the guest list, you better check for me.."

nostalgia at it's finest

Shake down you make me break, for goodness sake I think I'm on the edge of something new with you...

Standing there with your smile blinding your eyes from seeing my face as I'm dying to figure out a [boy]

so don't say "these currents are still killing me"
and you can't explain, but the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane

So pull me under your weather patterns, your cold fronts and the rain don't matter... because the sun burns when I need it

You don't do it on purpose,
but you make me shake.

Now I count the hours 'til you wake
With your babies breath, breathe symphonies
common, sweet catastrophe

and maybe this time I can follow through I can feel complete, stop paying dues. stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm...

This time I know nothing's wrong.

soco knows best. and apparently, always will.

thursdays are for ollies

all she wants to do is...
ALL SHE WANTS TO DO IS


DANCE

I can't help if you look like an angel

you gotta swim;

swim for your life.
swim for the music that saves you
when you're not so sure you'll survive

swim
swim when it hurts
the whole world is watching,
you haven't come this far to fall off the earth.

just keep your head above

there's no shame in drifting
feel the tide shifting
and wait for the spark....