October 2010
22 posts
day 13;
This past week was interesting to say the least. This post is filled with mention of Chris because he most graciously drove me everywhere after my car broke, for the 100th time.
Thursday was my second day of my internship, which I enjoy immensely and is giving me tons of ideas of where I want my future to be going. Chris came over when I got home, and spent the night. (This will be the beginning...
day 12;
What’s in my bag?
Native American Religion notes, Bad Case of Big Mouth sticker, “I play this song when my girlfriend makes me smile… So, I play this song all the time =)”, my GPS, my Vampire Weekend/Beach House ticket, one of my favorite perfumes, deodorant, Urban badge, a pen, lemon lotion, about 12 different chapsticks, glitter, my iPod, my ID-case-turned-wallet, and my...
day 11;
Soooo behind. Let’s catch up?
My siblings.
Whenever I think of my older brother Paul, I think of him in any of these situations. Getting me to lay back down in my crib because I remember always trying to crawl out of it, he and I playing Stratego on his bed (then my sisters bed, which is now my bed), listening to Weezer or Guns ‘n’ Roses in his room with him, or him in high...
September 2010
30 posts
day 9;
I believe in: the sheer bliss of lying in bed and listening to a record while feeling the skin of someone you love touch yours, my friends, that few things will match the raw, sexual power of a good classic rock song, radiohead, “good things won’t let you wait”, being impulsive, bob dylan, being a part of a great book you read for however many hours you read it, sitting on top of...
something to add...
to my “list of things I want to do”.. Find Maya Lin’s first “Wave Field” piece, sit inside one of the waves on a summer day, and read a great book.
day 7;
My best friend(s). As if I could pick just one out of the 4 most wonderful, different, beautiful best friends a girl could ask for. We are the same people; we laugh until our stomachs hurt, we fight, we bitch, we dance a lot, we sing at the top of our lungs, we put on 9 different outfits before we go out, we drink beer from our purses, we have a great time, we cry, we eat a lot, we whine, we kiss,...
day 6;
My day. Well, the day of September 6th, which was yesterday. Yesterday, I woke up on the most wonderful basement floor covered in every conceivable throw pillow in the house, every comforter folded or placed to create the illusion of a bed, flanked by the jazziest gold body pillows you’ve ever laid eyes on. Our “parade” alarm sounded at 10 a.m., which we already knew would be...
day 5;
My definition of love. At first I thought, (and typed, and erased) that this would be impossible. But as I started to type out this entry with examples, lists, memories, etc., I realized love is actually pretty simple if you think about it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the complicated overthinking that screws it up. So to fatten up this otherwise lackluster entry, here’s a scene...
day 4;
What have I eaten today? So far, I drank a half bottle of water (if you know me intimately, you know it was squished up against my wall and mattress), and then ventured to the bagel store on my break. I got my usual lunch bagel, a taylor, egg, and cheese on a whole wheat bagel. The taylor ham wasn’t as well done as I like it, and the lesser of the creepy guys at the bagel place didn’t...
day 3;
As today is September 3rd, and I have already fucked up and skipped a day, here’s a bonus on what is actually day 2.
This one, I will warn you, (whoever ‘you’ are) will not be in great detail. I can’t do it.
My mom. If you’ve ever met my mom, you already know she’s a great woman. My mother wants nothing more than to feed you, make you grits for you when...
day 2;
My first love, in detail. My first love was a boy named Richard, in Kindergarten. It was the first time that my cuter, blonder, best friend liked the same boy as me, but I won him over (with crayons, presumably). Richard lived in a blue house with his grandma, a blue house I never actually remember stepping into, but remember being inside of. The only reason I remember being inside of it was...
Art Class. The four of us. Banished to four corners for laughing too much. First time I ever said “fuck” to a teacher. The barn. The tools. The tiny dark bathroom. The pool table. The bed. The hole in the wall with the lost shoe. All the other holes. Teenage chaos. The first time I ever kissed a girl. The second time I ever kissed a girl. Vodka shots, indian style, in a circle....
day 1;
I didn’t even realize it’s September 1st. How perfect.
“No one can really introduce themselves the right way, this is bullshit.”
Hiya. All of my character traits could be perceived as great, or absoulutely horrendous. I’ve somehow managed to wedge myself into a corner of the world filled with people I want to be stuck in a corner with. I am quite average at...
M.Ward - Post War
Let’s have nights like...
I'm a different person, now.
I just can’t justify keeping everything inside anymore. I bottled myself up so tightly for so long, hoping to hold on to something, because I’ve lost so much. Maybe doing this will help me realize that some people deserve to know the person I am. While I can’t promise I will hold fast to the “in great detail” part, I will at least try this. <3 you, Elisa.
day 01 –...
