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.