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x_losMy god I love Kayta for burning Iron and Wine's Our Endless Numbered Days CD for me. Between Cinder and Smoke and Teeth in the Grass, I am charmed beyond reason. Not to mention On Your Wings. It's folk, which isn't something I know much about musically, but something I'm getting increasingly interested in.
From Cinder and Smoke
Give me your hand.
Take what you will tonight.
I'll give it as fast
and high as the flames will rise
...
Cinder and smoke,
You ask me to pray for rain.
With ash in your mouth
you'll ask it to burn again.
German quiz I'm not ready for at six. Feel my joy.
I hookah-ed last night and had a really good, relaxing time. I guess last time I was just too irritated to enjoy it. Wasn't having the greatest day.
Got ROYALLY drunk w/ Ben Tuesday night. Unusually, it didn't depress me. I was giggling at everything. Not that my reflection in the bathroom mirror isn't always funny, but after a few White Russians, it turns out it's hilarious. My stereotypical tendency to be way too honest when rather tips, discovered in senior year, turns out to still be in effect. I said things I didn't even think I thought. Eugh. Ben is the world's best drinking buddy-- sexy in a non-slimy way, sweet, and up for anything.
Colin says I can stay for 30-45 min. of Porum (sp?) (which is doubling as boy's night), which is long enough to get through the kaddish (again, sp?), try the Manischevitz (yet more sp?) and a few other things, which is really all I want to do anyway.
Saw a charming property today. I've written all the emails I need to and am waiting for replies. I should be able to fax to my mom this evening or tomorrow morning, get it back noon-esque tomorrow, turn it in then-ish. On the ball, Erin. Staying the course. A thousand points of light.
From Cinder and Smoke
Give me your hand.
Take what you will tonight.
I'll give it as fast
and high as the flames will rise
...
Cinder and smoke,
You ask me to pray for rain.
With ash in your mouth
you'll ask it to burn again.
German quiz I'm not ready for at six. Feel my joy.
I hookah-ed last night and had a really good, relaxing time. I guess last time I was just too irritated to enjoy it. Wasn't having the greatest day.
Got ROYALLY drunk w/ Ben Tuesday night. Unusually, it didn't depress me. I was giggling at everything. Not that my reflection in the bathroom mirror isn't always funny, but after a few White Russians, it turns out it's hilarious. My stereotypical tendency to be way too honest when rather tips, discovered in senior year, turns out to still be in effect. I said things I didn't even think I thought. Eugh. Ben is the world's best drinking buddy-- sexy in a non-slimy way, sweet, and up for anything.
Colin says I can stay for 30-45 min. of Porum (sp?) (which is doubling as boy's night), which is long enough to get through the kaddish (again, sp?), try the Manischevitz (yet more sp?) and a few other things, which is really all I want to do anyway.
Saw a charming property today. I've written all the emails I need to and am waiting for replies. I should be able to fax to my mom this evening or tomorrow morning, get it back noon-esque tomorrow, turn it in then-ish. On the ball, Erin. Staying the course. A thousand points of light.
