Do I Need an Excuse to Post Pictures of Paul Banks?

absolutely not. i want to be him when i grow up.

February 29th, 1945

I finished work early and my friend B_____, and I drove around, prowling the town for a good time.  The entire city felt dead.  We got grilled cheese sandwiches in an empty Cafe Brazil, then went to Good Records.  I bought the Yeasayer album.  It is alright, nothing spectacular, but I love this song:

Finally at Mockingbird station we found a Neutral Milk Hotel cover band.  They were amazing: a bunch of white, carbuncular teenagers, with lightning bolt guitar straps, and a token beautiful keyboard girl.  We only stayed for their cover of Holland 1945.  Then we read some books at Urban Outfitters, and got some coffee at The Angelika, and now I am home reading The Brothers Karamazov.  Only 300 pages left, and then I get to start my paper.

Dear School,

Come back from San Antonio.

Love,
Me.

For a Long Time I Used to Go to Bed Early

A friend of mine turned 18 today, and in honor of her we had a dance party in my Govt. class. We started talking about all the things she would be able to do now, and all the things she won't be able to do.


In Dallas turning 18 means you will never buy cigarettes illegally from gas stations just because you wear a "Park Cities YMCA" tee-shirt. It also means, if you haven't already, you will never make out with the one armed girl at Club 17, or have your next birthday be "irony" themed by celebrating it at the Chuck E Cheese in Lewisville.

Also, I think I am having a veritable quarter-life crisis. I blame Ivan from the Brothers Karamzov:

"It's different for other people; but we in our green youth have to settle the eternal questions first of all.  That's what we care about.  Young Russia is talking about nothing but the eternal questions now.  Just when the old folks are all taken up with practical questions.  Why have you been looking at me in expectation for the last three months?"

I don't understand the detached, objective study of philosophy though.  It seems that unless you are going to live out or discover your philosophy there is little reason to study it.  

Apologize

I am not good at blogging. I hate what my last blog was, but I maintain that I do this for me and nobody else. I am restarting this ol' bitch, hopefully this time I will do better, and whine less.