Doors are opening.  I know this.  They are obnoxiously widening their angles right in front of my face.  This should make me feel assured, excited, lighthearted, young, fortunate.  Instead, I feel despondent, spent, reserved, lost.  As though all hope for the things I felt to be permanent for so long really are gone.  They are dissipating slowly at every passing moment.  As each day ends, this fragment of my life is slowly fading away.  Dispersing memories and plans amongst new experiences, new memories, new people -- friends and lovers.  I am left concerned.  Feeling frightened, disheartened.  Questioning if I should be allowing this to happen.  Is there even an option?  Are there options?  Is there a way for me to be proactively not allowing all of this to happen?  Rhetorical questions which I pose here.  Questions which ravage my mind on a daily basis.  Breathe.  Must remember to breathe more slowly, and allow my head to rest more often.

on the Tenth

I slept in this morning, I skipped 412 this morning, I woke up to my dad phoning me this morning, I did the dishes before I left my flat this morning, I dug my car out of three feet of snow this morning.

. . .

I drove for two hours on icy roads today, I had phone conversations with two of my oldest friends today, I bought a pack of Djarum Blacks today (and smoked one).

. . .

I listened to Bazan's "Lost My Shape" six times on my way home today. 
I felt content.

Unwelcomed memories entered my brain on my way home today. 
I felt alone.

. . .

I will bake Christmas cookies with my mum tonight. 

We will drink red wine, and laugh and laugh.

the Second

I am blaming this weather for the following things:  not leaving my flat even once today, ordering in pizza for lunch/dinner, not showering, living in my yoga pants and my fleece pullover, and posting twice in one day. 

Oh, and the snow has apparently induced a little online shopping.  I am so excited about the items I purchased (and the deals I found), though, I thought I would share:

We Who See Fringe Boot (via UO)

 *Am absolutely in love with these.

     Kimchi Blue Bow Skirt (via UO)

*Also great: I love the entire look, and I already own the BDG top that the model is wearing.  AND there is an exposed silver zipper up the back.  Wow.

Deena & Ozzy Asymmetrical Belt (via UO)

*I have been searching for a tasteful black leather studded belt (seriously) for ages.  Finally.

*Also great: only $9.99.

_____________

Oh the things I am able to accomplish sans the interruption of class and work.

UW snow day; Tony

Yes. 
The weather is so treacherous in Wisconsin that the University system has been shut down.  So I am happily lounging.  Watching Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations.  As mentioned in a previous post, I have such a crush on Tony. 
H a p p y.

. . .

To: somebody that I used to know.  I read this today.  And thought of you.  I am fairly certain that these words will mirror your life, unfortunately.  Life is bound to be difficult for you, but only because you will actively make it difficult for yourself. 
I just feel disappointed is all.

. . .

How Could I Have Doubted by Leonard Cohen

I stopped looking for you

I stopped waiting for you

I stopped dying for you

and I started dying for myself

I aged rapidly

I became fat in the face

and soft in the gut

and I forgot that I'd ever loved you

I was old

I had no focus, no mission

I wandered around eating and buying

bigger and bigger clothes

and I forgot why I hated

every long moment that was mine to fill

Why did you come back to me tonight

I can't even get off this chair

Tears run down my cheeks

I am in love again

I can live like this

06

I wake up feeling surprisingly rejuvinated.  With the smell of cigarette smoke lingering throughout my bedroom due to its resonation in my dirty blonde hair.  A scent which will stick to my sheets and fingertips like glue for a day, maybe two.  The taste of Ketel One still loitering on my tongue and the roof of my mouth.  My bedroom a disaster with sweaters and tights, boots and flats, hats and scarves scattered amongst the very little available floor space.  My bedroom window providing a view of blue skies and bluff tops, which distributes sunlight throughout this mess; my mess.  This December sunlight, though, somehow converts my unorganized and cluttered life into something enjoyable, satisfying.  Even pleasant.

I feel.
And I feel content.

You are free

And I will be too.  Relatively soon.

I have never been one to worry or stress over, well, a lot of things.  I guess the same goes for this exam I will be taking tomorrow morning.  Actually, around this exact time tomorrow, I should be "free" or finished or completed or, at the very minimum, out of a stuffy college classroom and hopefully enjoying a dark beer and an American Spirit (or ten).  Then maybe a nap.

To be realistic, I am going into the LSAT totally illprepared.  I have studied very little as life has (done what life tends to do and) turned hectic and threw me off-balance.  This, I realize in retrospect, is something I should have anticipated or at least been vaguely aware of.  But wasn't.  Or maybe I was.  It is all very confusing (not to mention mundane for readers, I am sure).  However, I am not here to entertain.  I am here, doing this, typing these words, as some sort of strange therapeutic practice that I have grown to depend on and actually thoroughly enjoy.

Speaking of enjoyment, I saw my sister yesterday.  She came to my flat with her man-friend, and just visited.  She really is great.  The older I grow the more and more aware I become of her sheer greatness, her love for life, and (caring for) people.  I am lucky to have a little sister like Kim.  She's also incredibly funny.  She makes me laugh like very few people are able to.  I dig that, a lot. 

Also.  I have been mildly obsessed with The National as of late.  Their album "Boxer" is quite impressive.  Truth be told, I met a handsome boy weeks ago.  We bonded over books (he's reading Vonnegut's Armageddon in Retrospect, which I finished over the summer, etc.) and music (he saw Radiohead at Lollapalooza last summer, I saw them in Indianapolis; he saw David Bazan at the Turf Club a couple months back, I saw him at Lincoln Hall, etc.).  These are things that attract me to people in general (but as previously mentioned, he was a handsome boy -- which makes things more interesting I guess).  Anyway.  Long story short, he was into The National.  I randomly remembered him mentioning this while at Barnes and Noble.  And the rest is history ...regarding my obsession with the album, I mean.

So.  It is officially considered late to be awake and functioning the night before the LSAT (or so my fellow LSAT taking friends tell me), so I best be off to sleep.  I have my large Ziploc bag packed (four #2 pencils, tissues, a banana, my driver's license, my LSAT ticket -- all of the most random/boring things packed into one plastic bag really), and my outfit set out as if I were a third grader (yoga pants, cardigan, moccasins).  Ugh.  It is frustrating, don't you think?  These tests, this fucking test I have to take in the morning.  I know I would be a successful environmental lawyer.  I can feel it in my bones.  I am passionate, and hardworking (whatever that even means anymore) -- at least regarding things of which I am passionate.  So it would work.  Work really well actually.  But, unfortunately, a 3.5 hour long exam will determine much more than my silly words, passions, and promises.

So, winter is now

It is officially winter-time in Wisconsin. 
Snow on the ground, frost on the cars, flurries landing in my hair, on my coat, cheeks, eyelashes and exposed fingertips.

I like winter. I enjoy Christmas. But it really is true love I experience with winter-time apparel.

Speaking of which, these are the boots I will wear today:

I purchased these Pajar boots over a month ago while in Chicago for a David Bazan show (more about this incredible show in future postings).  They are from an adorable shoe shop in Wicker Park called Niche.  I enjoyed shopping there very much.  Although I had to look over the cutesy, over-priced flats and heels and go for the "I am finally embracing the fact that I live in the Midwest and winters are cold" look (hence, the pictured boot), I am very much delighted with my purchase.  And I have not been able to wear them until today (have been waiting for snow to officially stick to the ground).  Accompanied by my military-esque jacket, cut-off leather gloves, slouchy black hat, and pair of skinny BDG jeans tucked into them --- these boots should work out nicely, I think.

Materialistic things such as new boots, jackets, scarves, hats, etc. are what get me through the treacherous Wisconsin winters without too much complaining on my part.

Anyway.  The first snowfall in Wisconsin is pretty neat.  The flurries are scattering themselves through the sky until finally resting upon rooftops (rooftops make up much of the view out of my eighth floor window).  Soon, though, the bluffs which surround my flat will slowly transition from brown and green to a snowy white.  This will make me happy as I have not spent a winter in this particular flat yet (with this incredible view). 

I will have to take photos this winter.  And share them with ...you, I guess.

Well.  Happy snowy December days to those of you out there experiencing a snowy December day.

NINE

How excited are people to see this film?
And more importantly, how good does Daniel Day-Lewis look?


But really. We have Day-Lewis, Marion Cotillard, Judi Dench (who has truly terrified me since watching "Notes on a Scandal"), someone even threw Fergie in there (!?) and Sophia Loren.
Get real.

This film would be incredible sans the said actresses and with only Day-Lewis as the big name actor, or whatever. Well, this is me excited.
Link to the trailer: http://www.apple.com/trailers/weinstein/nine/

Oh what I would give to be Italian.

. . .

On a very separate note: I had strange dreams last night. Rarely am I able to remember my dreams, so I thought I would share:

First, a dream (nightmare) about the LSAT (which I take on Saturday). All I remember is me, #2 pencil in hand, fretting over (lost) time and the logic game section of the dreaded exam. Ah, moving on.

Second, my dear dad gave me a token. Worth $100. What a guy.

Third, The Watson Twins and Jenny Lewis merged on (another) record and released it! Last night! Quite thrilling.

Finally, my (terribly unreliable) car wouldn't start.

Now I am nervous. All of these dreams could easily become a reality.
Although I just checked the balance of my checking account and my father did not deposit $100.
And I would have been aware and anxiously anticipating the Jenny Lewis/Watson Twin thing for quite some time now.
So we are left with the car not starting (very plausible), and/or me fretting while taking the LSAT.

I vote LSAT worries. Unfortunately. Jesus. Luck, please.

New mobile number

I'd like one.


That is all. Have a good days.

Left

Sentences are difficult today:

Frustrated
Restless
Independent
Excited
Flattered
Dissatisfied
Capable
Masochistic
Condescending
Grateful
Illprepared
. . .
but, Alright

















Your mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you
One time you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my god, it was a million years ago

-The National, Slow Show

Booze in my hair, blood on my lips

So. Late last night I am driving to quite literally purchase a hard park of cigarettes. I am using a car I haven't driven in months. Ray LaMontagne's "Trouble" album is in the CD player. I then remembered why I chose to leave that particular CD in the abandoned car. Ah, what a Thanksgiving sap story. (Well, kind of).

Anyway. This sums things up nicely:




So that's that.

Moving on (and on, and on).

Ah, materialism

I am in love...
With a pair of boots.

These Frye boots to be exact:
(I am fairly certain I needed them).

Ready, Able

I dig this song. A lot.
Grizzly Bear is a pretty neat band, I think. I saw them open briefly (as I arrived late) for a Radiohead show last summer in Indianapolis. Good performance for what I caught of it.

The video is the trippiest/strangest/most bizarre (and colourful!) thing I have seen in awhile.

Thought I'd share. Enjoy.

Rose-coloured glasses

...are off!


And I am pleasantly listening to PJ Harvey's "Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea" album (love), and posting this I guess.

All while getting ready for this evening... sort of. I am meeting a friend for drinks. She takes ages (and ages and ages) to get ready. It's really quite incredible.

Anyway. We are going for cocktails at an adorable martini bar downtown.

I have been craving a dirty Ketel One martini (two olives) for quite some time. Tonight is the night.

Well, all for now. Cheers.





I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch.
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door.
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

-Leonard Cohen, Bird On The Wire