I hate dealing with Columbia housing. As soon as the lottery numbers are posted I'll be able to breathe easier. All of this unnecessary drama for nothing. (The numbers are late. Go figure.)

EDIT. I spoke too soon. Lianna and I got a kickass number...which means we're living in a GORGEOUS 2-BEDROOM APARTMENT IN WATT next year!!! Finally, the housing gods smile on me.

On another note, I've been listening to "Everlong" by the Foo Fighters nonstop for the past couple of days. It's such a beautiful song and for some reason it's really been hitting me hard emotionally lately. And I should have paid more attention to it back when it was first released, but I was in my "I only listen to anything POPULAR!" stage and would always switch the radio station when it came on.

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when...

Damn hail. It TOTALLY does not feel like spring. The bastards.

I need to write this Film Theory paper, preferably before the wee hours of the morning, but I'm in the mood for some serious DDLJ-age.



Tujhe dekha to yeh jaana sanam
Pyaar hota hai deewana sanam
Ab yahan se kahan jaaye hum
Tere baahon mein marr jaaye hum

When I saw you, I knew this, darling
Love is madness, darling
Now where do we go from here?
Just let me die in your arms.

One of the most romantic movies I've ever seen.

Definitely not something to be thinking about when I need to focus.

Yay for Magnetic Fields tickets in Columbus!

So excited about the 30th and the week afterward. That is, if I can find a place to sleep in Louisville besides my car...

Kind of confused about things...actually really confused. I feel like once I get home stuff will make a bit more sense.

* * * * *

How sad the castle with no foundation underground
Sadder still is the lover with no mystery left unfound
You threaten to pack your trunks and go back to Chinatown

Did I say something impolitic or
Did I lay it on too thick and
Are we breaking up tonight or
Can we have a pillow fight
Do we really need to hire a plane to
Carpetbomb down memory lane and
Shall we figure out who's right or
Can we have a pillow fight

Diverse unpleasantnesses gather around our bed
Like pigeons round a park bench clamoring to be fed
Let us kill all these rats with wings by feeding them poisoned bread

Did I say something impolitic or
Did I lay it on too thick and
Are we breaking up tonight or
Can we have a pillow fight
Do we really need to hire a plane to
Carpetbomb down memory lane and
Shall we figure out who's right or
Can we have a pillow fight...

I saw Health Services about my cough. They prescribed an inhaler. I told them I wasn't on CU insurance. The nurse looked at me like I was crazy and said "Oh, that might be a problem." Yes nurse. It might. Just an itsy-bitsy bit of a problem.

I wish things weren't so up in the air, I wish I wasn't so confused, I wish people would respond to me about jobs, and I wish people would comment on my goddamn Livejournal.

Grawr.

* * * * *

There are many, many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission, may I list a few?

The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no, they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no, they can't take that away from me

We may never, never meet again
On that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No, no, they can't take that away from me
No! they can't take that away from me

I don't want to get over you
I wish I could take a sleeping pill, and sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through
I guess I could take Prozac, right
Or just sigh all night at somebody new
Somebody not too bright, but sweet and kind
Who would try to get you off my mind
I could leave this agony behind
Which is just what I'd do if I wanted to
But I don't want to get over you

Cause I don't want to get over love
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of
I could listen to all my friends, and go out again
And pretend it's enough
Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
Like I was seventeen, that would be a scream
But I don't want to get over you...

~the magnetic fields

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

~"Dover Beach," Matthew Arnold, 1867