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a request

25 Nov

VOTE FOR MY REMIX, BITCHESSSS

http://of-montreal.heroku.com/13

KTHX

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i walked?

23 Nov

Hum-fucking-drum.
I find the older I get the more I notice things out of the realm of others’ sight. It is strange and it firmly cements me in my earthly binds, which might be a good thing, I guess, but currently things are confusing me and I can’t seem to find the air I’m swimming towards.
I am lying on a twin-size bed in a house that isn’t really my home but will have to do at least for this week while some people I don’t know go into my house and replace the tiny Mount Vesuviuses of tile that are stuck to the floor. The room that the bed and I are in is a yellowy off-white, probably named something infinitely clever by the company who manufactures it. Probably something like “cloud” or “7th Heaven” or maybe something vaguely angel related: “we have heard on high” comes to mind; or something similar.
More worrying, though (at least to me) are the dreams and general ennui plaguing me involving The Poet. I look into a window and think I see his face- I hope fervently while I work that I’ll look up at one of the tourists and it’ll be his smiling face looking down at me, asking “well, imagine this!” and presently congealing into a lovely conversation. I miss this Poet. I miss him a helluvalot. I want him here, or I want to be there, or something– somehow, I want us to talk again under the leaves of old oak trees, watching water cascade into fountains– or running home in the rain, clutching a hot crepe to our chests.

So many memories. I can’t keep them from flooding my mind.
Wil visited Paris a few weeks ago, I am very jealous. I hope it’s treated him nicely. I hope he went to Rue Vavin and stood there, quiet and pensive. I hope he understands the changes it created in all of us. I hope he knows.

gross innaccuracies

28 Oct

something i did, bored and lonely

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I made this one day, sitting alone and waiting for time to pass. it is titled (hells of unoffically) “i dreamed and wondered but got nowhere in the summers of past lives:”

the french says “I would dream of happier times” and it is kind of deep

i ran out of paint halfway through, you can tell.

famine affair

27 Oct

Due tospending about three hours today working on an Of Montreal contest remix, I have the titular song stuck in my head. It is agony.

Also haven’t been writing much lately, that reason is SENIOR YEAR and by third quarter it will be back to normal updates.

Till then check out my tumblr, or bug me with comments. I will be writing. Less. But still writing.

theydidntwait.tumblr.com

Laterrrrr

as strong as you like

24 Oct

Today: real exciting.
so all last night i kept sitting up, fully awake, and just staring into the darkness of my closet until I fell asleep again (and subsequently fell back onto my pillow). It was strange and I hope I can sleep better tonight, but my stomach is gurgling in horrid ways and I sincerely hope it stops.
Anyway! At 11ish I had to go into school for a soundcheck and was subjected to some terrible anti-bully rap/dance routines. That’s supposed to be the theme of the shindig. I am playing Beirut’s “Nantes,” or if I decide last minute that I don’t want to I’ll play something like “2080” and terrify the bastards.
Also! I got my teeth cleaned and stuff!
And then, finally (damn it), I got home and went to the firefighters’ picnic, where I ran into Lil and Rybear and frolicked bout with them and lamented “THERE IS ONLY MEEEEAAATTT” which made me a little distraught.
I then sauntered up to my humble abode, where I taught Ryan how to make meringues, took a lot of photos on his phone, yelled at my sister, kept my dog from licking passersby, snuggleed with Lil, yelled at the Joker, and– well, watched movies and ate meringues and bread. And meat. MEATTTT

fences

14 Oct

I think I am digging the accompanying Wolfgang Amadeus Pheonix remix CD more than the actual album. This is not suprising. I’ve been listening to the damn thing for the last three weeks, it works very well as “wake up plz” music.

“Hello moon… Bitchin’.” <- this is courtesy Parker. I will, one day, put this on a shirt and wear it and feel good about myself.

WELL this week I went kayaking with all the ladies in my class, which was supposed to be a "team building" excercise but in reality just ended up having us go into pairs and kayak around boats whilst having one person blindfolded. Yay communication! I think I can now reliably tell you which side is my right/left without having to consult any table of knowledge.
Ohhh speaking of that, I am learning to dive since I need to know in order to get a job. Also I am applying for the semifinals of the Merit Scholar, woo!
–I just had to run to the main computer and send my essay out, actually. It's due tomorrow. Phew.
That's not all I did since last post. I also fufilled my goal of making something bigger than myself- said "something" is an 8-foot long piece of paper that would've ordinarily been used to cover the bulletin board but now has a black tempera person outlined on it (kinda) and swirly things and will be camera'd tomorrow if I can wrangle it.

ALSO: a bit of drama. I'm gonna let it ferment a while and see if it amounts to anything. If so, I'll consider writing more details. If not, it shall fade into obscurity.

AND TOMORROW IS MUSTACHE DAY, OH MY JESUS YES.

will write later.

drummer

12 Oct

Sometimes I wish I was someone else, just to see how another person percieves the world.