tonight is looking bright!

today i...

-brought new jewelry to hip replacements and custom this afternoon, and will be taking some to elementality in the coming week as well.
-bought new beads and findings at chevron trading co. on lexington ave. for some up-coming projects. i am thinking classyfemininevintageluxury...
-learned how to tune-up my bike all by myself!
-bought an incredible 3-record joanna newsom set and am listening right now
-made veggies for dinner
-thought about romance

itinerary:

-finish dinner
-edit fiction short stories
-go to vintage jewelry trunk show at custom from 7-9
-go see 'the rubber cushions' at broadways (kip's band, y'all!)
-see you

greener grass

why can't i ever be happy with what i have when i have it?
it's rare that i realize the potential for happiness in a situation until i have rejected the possibility, grown older and wiser, moved forward, and realized how good i had it. or do i just romanticize the past? maybe these lost people and places weren't as great as i remember. why do i romanticize the past in order to be unhappy with the present? i am writing specifically about relationships. i compare, and it's completely unrealistic, because i am so far now from who i was then, and they, i am sure, are also different. and how many times can a person fuck up love before love goes somewhere else?

mixes by a friend:

mix1: (this is what i'm listening to right now, and typing instead of studying for a midterm)

feel.love.thinking.of/faunts
run in the morning sun/lady & bird
black magic (magic love and dreams...
because/the bird and the bee
you may be blue/vetiver
golden cage/the whitest boy alive
borders/the whitest boy alive
cheerleader/grizzly bear
in ear park/department of eagles
this must be it/royksopp
happy up here/royksopp
happy up here/royksopp
it's all true/tracey thorn
o.n.e./yeasayer
so light is in her footfall/air
song for/earlimart
my moon my man
angel echoes/fourtet
look/solillaquists of sound

mix 2

bang bang/sara schiralli
easier/grizzly bear
wait for summer/yeasayer
summertime/jesca hoop
paper aeroplane/angus and julia stone
down the line/jose gonzalez
daffodils/charlene soraia
now, now/st. vincent
this is the thing/fink
don't bring me down/sia
children of the grounds/midlake
tenuousness/andrew bird
pagan angel and a borrowed car
set free/katie gray
how often?/lex land
woods/bon iver
rose and vine/matt bauer
angeles/elliot smith
do what i do/lady & bird

two years.

after being at unc-a for two years, i finally decided to submit to our creative-arts magazine. the deadline had been closed for new submissions until the fall. that's just like me. i have to start working on my 60-page project soon! novel? series of short stories? i just can't wait until i am out of school so i can really work on writing.

crazy

i'm sure that i'm crazy, but i just submitted a poem called "the inaccuracy of memory" to the new yorker.

my aspirations are high.

mother of sorrows

a book i'm reading.

"...she had a way of speaking of attention that made even the slightest desire for it seem suspect and pernicious. Attention? What a joke! What a ridiculous thing to want! Who in his right mind would ever admit to wanting something the world simply wasn't prepared to give?"

cut.

i am officially "tangle." says the register of deeds.
courthouses are strange places. i've never been inside one for doing anything wrong, but even going to register my business name was intimidating. it felt like everybody knew where to go, or what to say, but me.
and, oh my! the polished wood! mahogony or something. and huge leather-bound books. and antique-looking, teller-like windows from the banks in old movies.
it was like walking onto a scene in a movie made long before i was ever born. a scene, after which, a terribly exciting car chase would take place.