Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
the love's in the closet
"She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet." - Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
vivere senza rimpianti
Here's the thing. I left Iowa to get away from being caged all the time. Little did I know that Maryland would be 100x worse. It has snowed almost 2 feet in less than a day and the entire city is shut down. No one can go anywhere. Darlene is sleeping at the hospital. All of my friends are in hibernation. (Probably together.) Goddammit.
Enough about that. More about the LDR. (By LDR, I really mean the LD(non)R.) Do you follow? No? Okay, let me put it simply. LDR's do NOT work. By God, don't do it. You hear me? Don't fall for the, "It'll work out this time" or the "I'll try harder." Disclaimer: It is not anyone's fault that it doesn't work out. It's just the fact that two people are wonderful when they're together, and more likely than not, they will not be wonderful when they are not together. No. One's. Fault.
People do not change. Deep down in the bone people are the same as they always were. I will forever believe this.
So what do you do? Listen to songs with harmonica and banjo. Operas or classicals. Carly Simon and Peter Frampton. IcyHot that shit away! Whatever gets the ache to subside.
Personally, (I think) I know what I want in a R. I want art. Which probably doesn't make any sense but it's what I want. Artful spontaneity and faithfulness. I want to move to an apartment and share it with someone. I want to work at a bookstore or coffeeshop. Or a bookstore with a coffeeshop. I want to audition in my spare time. I want to forever keep in touch. Postcards. I want to get lots of postcards in the mail.
Most of all, I want to one day not want anymore. Because realizing that I want so much really sucks.
Side note: I regret so much from this last six months. I wish I could take them all back. Give them back to me, oh mighty keeper of time? Pretty please? I promise I'll re-do them well.
Enough about that. More about the LDR. (By LDR, I really mean the LD(non)R.) Do you follow? No? Okay, let me put it simply. LDR's do NOT work. By God, don't do it. You hear me? Don't fall for the, "It'll work out this time" or the "I'll try harder." Disclaimer: It is not anyone's fault that it doesn't work out. It's just the fact that two people are wonderful when they're together, and more likely than not, they will not be wonderful when they are not together. No. One's. Fault.
People do not change. Deep down in the bone people are the same as they always were. I will forever believe this.
So what do you do? Listen to songs with harmonica and banjo. Operas or classicals. Carly Simon and Peter Frampton. IcyHot that shit away! Whatever gets the ache to subside.
Personally, (I think) I know what I want in a R. I want art. Which probably doesn't make any sense but it's what I want. Artful spontaneity and faithfulness. I want to move to an apartment and share it with someone. I want to work at a bookstore or coffeeshop. Or a bookstore with a coffeeshop. I want to audition in my spare time. I want to forever keep in touch. Postcards. I want to get lots of postcards in the mail.
Most of all, I want to one day not want anymore. Because realizing that I want so much really sucks.
Side note: I regret so much from this last six months. I wish I could take them all back. Give them back to me, oh mighty keeper of time? Pretty please? I promise I'll re-do them well.
I also wish I could tell you more...that I could say all of the things that are in my head. Like, "I do think you're attractive" and, "I dream about dancing with you at a nice dinner party. We both wear gray."
Vivere senza rimpianti my ass.
Vivere senza rimpianti my ass.
Book List and Code Names
No pictures today because I simply do not have a camera.
I feel lame.
Or like I'm breaking the Project's rules.
But it simply cannot be helped.
Therefore, I've decided to read a book a week for the rest of the summer.
The book of this week, which will be finished by tomorrow, is
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
It's very good and very sad and the perfect beginning to my summer.
I have no idea what to read next...
On another note, my interview is on Monday for my job.
And I'm going to give people code names here if I ever decide to talk about anyone else.
That way, I'll feel really cool.
I'm lame. I know.
I feel lame.
Or like I'm breaking the Project's rules.
But it simply cannot be helped.
Therefore, I've decided to read a book a week for the rest of the summer.
The book of this week, which will be finished by tomorrow, is
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
It's very good and very sad and the perfect beginning to my summer.
I have no idea what to read next...
On another note, my interview is on Monday for my job.
And I'm going to give people code names here if I ever decide to talk about anyone else.
That way, I'll feel really cool.
I'm lame. I know.
