Monday, monday, monday

New week, old book, awesome song

1995

i don’t know how He got the wedding ring off Her finger. i just remember by the end of the night it was in the neighbor’s backyard. lost. to the never mowed grass, the dandelions, and the thistles.
they had a backyard. we had asphalt and a dumpster. both were fun.
“how’d you break your arm?”
Her yellow cast was glaring in the dining room light. no one signed it.
“I slipped on the ice walking to bus stop from work. I am so clumsy.” Her laugh was as out of place as the unnatural yellow of the cast.
She drew back her arm. swung hard. recoiled even faster. He looked unfazed. the ring was gone.
don’t tuck your thumb.
when samantha insulted my friend, i remembered. thumb out. i swung, landed, swung again. no recoil. until a teacher and group of peers surrounded me. my plaid skirt was covered in gravel, my jelly shoes filled, but my arms... free.
i looked at Her. She can. i can. He can’t.
“you seem so much older. how did you learn to be so grown up little lady?”
He replies, “she is really 36. smokes and drinks black coffee everyday.”
“unfiltered,” i reply as i slide off the bar stool. it is closing and bob said i could call out, “last call” to the remaining.
He walks with his head down, mumbling, from the bus stop. Her waist gets larger.
“do do do do, here comes the bus, do do do,” She sings to me.

I couldn't stay at the party

Photo by Hannah Clark

I'm petty
But
When my heart stops
seizing
And
When red flashes stop
Slicing
Through my brain
I'll be done

The Best Parts of Campus

This old machine, part of a mad science lab (?),  robot in disguise (?) is just sitting on the 2nd floor of Bio Sciences and is awesome.

All the bathrooms in Bio and Phys Sci look like this, some have orange quilted benches. I am still waiting to walk out one day and back into 1960.

Sweet Romance

Love is in the air. Many of my friends have been having more luck in the love department lately. I expected to be more embittered then I am about this. After all, losing nerd night for one member to attend a wedding and another to go on a date, is never easily excepted. Also, recently I have just gotten out of ICU for a 3rd degree burn of a relationship. I'm not going to resign myself to being the bitter bitch in a corner, refusing to acknowledge happiness in romance. I have known the lightness of a heart 'all aflutter' and it is a experience that maybe, someday, I would care to undergo again. This video captures the true essence of early romance in a way that I think even the most dedicated of spinsters can appreciate.

king of limbs.

"give up the ghost" has a kind of grizzly bear feel, like the soft-spoken songs from their 'friend' ep. "morning mr magpie" has more of the vibe-like guitar riffs, with thom wailing as usual. "codex" has a kind of coldplay feel, if that isn't sacreligious. melancholy piano chords resonant as a single bass drum beats.


my favorite track is "little by little", though. i'm a chord progression girl, and this one has some good'uns. the incessant drum chattering also keeps it propelled, never stagnant. 


the whole album is dreamy, one you could listen to while lying on your carpet, bemoaning your exhausting life, or celebrating the dots on your ceiling.

The Frosty Frosty

Lately I have come to realize that Laramie is too small to actually sustain a legit cool population. The lack of bands, art scene, club scene, general things to do isn't to blame either. The lack of a coherent "cool" population is due to a self mutilating quality, which occurs when people don't have enough to do. Rather than work towards making Laramie more interesting, most of the brightest are stagnantly squabbling at the "hip" coffee shop (cough *coal creek*) or out posing each other at Front Street (maybe the Ranger, maybe). In bigger places kids just have more to do, they can spread out, frequent more than one coffee shop. More than that though, people just have more interesting things to squabble about.