Teeth?

I don't think I ever made the connection between fish and teeth even though I've been bit by a fish or two in the past. Fish and teeth? That freaks me the hell out. Yuck. Those sea dwellers should just swallow their foods. I mean really, fishes chewing, ripping, chomping? Ga-ross. Just swallow some plankton guys. Seriously.

Oh god, what about Eels? Do eels have teeth?

Sea freaks.

Orange.

The weather is changing quickly.
My neighborhood is always nice around this time. The big parks are doused in orange, yellow and brown leaves. I like Autumn and all but me and Winter sometimes have a hard time getting along. Autumn always brings bitchy old Winter around. We fight a lot. It spits at me and blows me about--then I yell like a banshee and sulk my soggy boots inside where I can hide. Can't get me when I'm in bed. Cold ass bitch. See if you can ruin my wool coat now.

October is cool though. I like putting my hands into pumpkins and feeling the hairs mixed with seeds and juices. Even though it's usually too cold and my hands go numb- I still enjoy it. I think stabbing and cutting a pumpkin is morbid in a sincere and naive way. The way when you push the knife in and use a strange strength. The way you saw out the shape of triangles making hard edges and re-stabbing for harder angles. The way you can pull back the knife and get orange hairy veins from inside the treasure cove of vibrant color that has never existed in the light. I remember hearing the cracking noise of pumpkin and pavement once. It vibrates in a mysterious and fantastic way.
October is also great because it gives me occasions to dress ludicrously and act slightly more ridiculous than normal. This is my last and only October as a 20 year old, it's the beginning of an era I guess. It's weird to think that existence for me began two decades ago. Consciousness and the world didn't exist before that. Not in me anyway.
It's weirder to think that years from now my consciousness will cease again, the world will disappear into the nothing that it came from and my life will wash away with the future.

Harumph.

-L

Monday, Monday, Monday begins the week and ends the weekend. Weakend.

I have an entire life and considering blogging about it makes me feel like what I write has an absurd emphasis. The art of breifing.

I'm a young woman who is nervous about her future-- as it is upon her. In May it has been decreed that I will graduate from the University of New Mexico. What comes next is up to time. Do I join the peace corps? Do I work my same silly job? Do I travel the world? Do I head to music festivals and take my place as General Rage? Do I pack up for San Francisco? So many part time paths. So many full time options.

I've been listening a lot to M. Ward. I like it. I am not partial, though, to dual tunes featuring Zoey Deshanel. She's sweet and all, but the substance seems to be lacking in her doe eyes. Deer in hipster headlights.

I think I might be terrible at this.

Efffffffff.

Yours truly,

"young disaster"

Turning on, Tuning in

I used to blog at livejournal when I was 14. Five years later I guess this is the hot spot to post your psycho-babble...

I have written and re-written more than 5 paragraphs in this space. It's hard to start out. First impressions are very important. Especially when we're pillow talking.

I'm sad this summer is over. I just want to camp out on a rug with a record player and I want Johnny Cash on repeat.