Currently Listening Picaresque By The Decemberists bagman's gambit see related

it's been a while, xanga

I'm at work. So I'm bored. So I'm writing on my LJ, and I keep forgetting things that I wanted to say to myself with an audience. And I bet my LJ friends will look at their friends page and be like "WTF? Mallory posted like six times today!" and they won't be able to stop scrolling through all my entries.

I'm hungry to read over break.

I think I shall read:

Something about Scotland. I'm interested again. Pyretically. I have a fever.
The Once and Future King.
Maybe Lord of the Rings again.
The Icelandic Sagas. First I have to buy this book because I'm certain our library won't have it. But I read some in Keith's room, and I think it's probably the most delicious mythology I've read in a while.

Obviously, I need what is at once intricate and bare, rich and stark, what both dances delicately on my skin and spears me deeply.

Obviously, I will not have time to read these. I would have to do a tome a week. Plus I'm reading The Fountainhead on the train ride home.

Trains! How quaint!

That's what you think until you're on one for 30 hours.

I wonder why it is that my preferred aesthetic is the abovementioned rich starkness. I find it in almost everything that I love: Homer, the Decemberists, Radiohead and Neutral Milk Hotel, my mountain, British Romantic poetry, Euclid, the Greek language.

I wonder if I'll have time to finish my Practica Musica AND take a shower during lunch. Practica Musica is the worst thing to happen to St. John's. It's a dumb computer program that doesn't teach you anything. I have one activity left, but it's due at like, one today or I supposedly fail Chorus and must take it over next year. Whatev. I doubt it. Plus I think the frustrated five minutes that I spent on it might have counted as working on that activity. It's pass/fail. I know music anyway.

I wonder why I can recognise Pedro the Lion after about a measure, even if I haven't heard the song. What is that? There's a certain careful laziness to everything he does that makes me think he's probably the most mellow but at once meticulous man alive. He just makes me want to walk very slowly, speak very cautiously, and look at everything very closely, living deeply and thoughtfully. He makes me want to listen to everyone, and look them in the eyes until it creeps them out.

I feel extremely and discontentedly alive today.

Currently Listening Catch for Us the Foxes By mewithoutYou four word letter, pt 2 see related

I wish Kali were coming here.

This makes me almost wish that I were staying at home this summer. I want to be with Reed and Kali and Chase again, plus Amy, and I miss the Lucases, but I'm not going to work a shitty C'ville job. So it's Dallas or Spain or staying in Santa Fe for me.

Or should I stay with Amy? That way I could make money (workin' at *$) AND see my friends and family while maintaining a certain amount of independence which I think would be hindered at home.

By the way, Chris bought me a plane ticket to go to San Fransisco with him for Thanksgiving.

Well-wishers have speculated as to what that means.

[... mewithoutyou is pretty great.

(wait! what the hell is this ska riff?) ...]

oh doubters let's go down, let's go down, come on down, oh doubters let's go down, down to the river to pray

Currently Listening No Name Face By Lifehouse cling and clatter see related

Orals are coming up. Math and Lab papers are due in the next two weeks about things that I ignored because I was writing my Seminar Paper. Don Rags after that, and Greek is getting hairier than ever with participles and third declension nouns.

I've eaten too much candy (candy corn for breakfast over the last three days) and I am totally out of it.

Now I have to memorize four props and read Book VII of the Republic, but no way can I slack off for this one because it's The Cave.

I'm listening to Lifehouse and recalling how powerful I thought that terribly simple music was when I was in seventh-tenth grade. But then again, Christian music was all I listened to for a while, and we all thought that "What if the color that YOU think is blue isn't what *I* think is blue?" was really profound. Guess I'm just over distorted guitar. They're still okay but I'm going to listen to Keane now.

My musical tastes have changed entirely in the last year. My favorite bands are now Beck and Sufjan Stevens as opposed to Five Iron Frenzy. It's kind of a reflection of how I myself have changed in personality. (Of course... almost anything [except maybe Blink 182] could signify a maturation from Five Iron Frenzy... God love 'em.) I'm so much more mellow than I used to be.