may street

i am ashamed that summer has commenced and i haven't returned to the blogosphere for an update. not like i am ridiculously busy, moreover, i am lazy, and the discovery of this wonderful little thing known as "stumbleupon" has changed my life. it digs up treasures from the crevices of the world wide web and entrances you for hours. back to real life:

so i have since moved to the quiet little May Street for the summer. It's great; I share a humble flat with a few friends & fellow art students from Dallas. Our first and foremost summer plans involve a list of themed parties that we intend to demolish in the next few months. We threw the cocktail party and it was a success or a mistake, depending on the quantity of cocktails you had divided by the volume of hors d'oeurves consumed. right now, our "South of the Border" fiesta is in the works, soon to be followed by a Communist Party, where i will pull out my Red Army cossack hat, Comrade.

Anyhow, the summer is (hopefully) going to be the best yet, at least better than if i was in dallas. Not to say that i miss all my dallasites, but i would feel like i was traveling back in time, only all my sentiments would be false and only made of memories. i have been getting friend-sick, getting stomach aches when i think of all the fun i had last summer, and how, no matter how much it makes me ache, i'll never be in that position again. it saddens me to think that i didn't stop and appreciate it at the time, that i didnt realize that i would never have these experiences again, or at least not the same ones. now i'm trying desperately to make this summer exponentially better, to forget those times. basically, fooling myself. but i keep getting whiffs of summer air that takes me back to cool dallas nights with my dear friends. it's a part of my life that i need to learn to get over. now i'm listening to "Lassu" by A Hawk and a Hacksaw and its making my heart ache with its whiny gypsy violin. so this post must draw to a close.

in closing. i've almost finished Everything is Illuminated, and I'm getting to that sad part where you dont want to finish the book and be done with it because you've grown to love it so much. someone give me a good book recommendation?

p.s. later about the new bicycle. promise.

so sorry

i regret that i neglect this dear ol' blog that no one reads. come this summer (as i keep saying) i promise to fill you with tales of chicago bizarro, so get ready. at the moment i have summoned all of my creative energy for my final projects and am completely idea-d out. i have fragments, but no energy to make they remotely coherent. 

I am filling boxes to New Order and wondering where the neverending crap is coming from. is there some mystic well in the corner of my closet that just spews hairties, receipts, and pennies? i am in awe. 

The recent passing of my beloved iPod has left me trying to uncover thousands of long-lost tracks that i'm finding i probably only listen to 60% of (keep the Mae, ditch the Story of the Year). Trying to decide who makes the cut has made me nostalgic (remember Thursday? keepers!). The first My Chemical Romance album takes me back to seventh grade rebellion, and the Boys Like Girls (embarrassing!) reminds me of summers on apartment rooftops. They get to stay for sentimental reasons. I wonder what songs will remind me of this approaching summer in a few years? Animal Collective's "My Girls", anyone?

Hopefully this time next week i will be kicking my barefeet off of the back porch of my new apartment. housewarming anyone?