tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47779585883851792052024-02-18T22:02:11.654-08:00in attic lightthisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-40207230760199579262009-12-02T20:08:00.000-08:002009-12-02T20:09:54.749-08:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Morning Song</span> <br />by Sylvia Plath<br /><br />Love set you going like a fat gold watch.<br />The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry<br />Took its place among the elements.<br /><br />Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.<br />In a drafty museum, your nakedness<br />Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.<br /><br />I'm no more your mother<br />Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow<br />Effacement at the wind's hand.<br /><br />All night your moth-breath<br />Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:<br />A far sea moves in my ear.<br /><br />One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral<br />In my Victorian nightgown.<br />Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square<br /><br />Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try<br />Your handful of notes;<br />The clear vowels rise like balloons.<br /><br><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-39374386209701493842009-11-23T13:59:00.001-08:002009-11-23T14:00:59.602-08:00i am so irritated. <br />i can't be trusted to listen to much but Sixpence None the Richer. <br />anything else will get me too angry. <br /><br><br><br />i need a nap, please. <br /><br><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-81029236035314350062009-11-09T10:59:00.001-08:002009-11-09T10:59:34.503-08:00<br><br><br><br />i am sitting quietly, polishing my shoes. <br /><br /><br><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-26578489243844747982009-07-20T18:06:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:14:48.493-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZuYDFhqd4Y&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZuYDFhqd4Y&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br><br><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr0PQGI36rs&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr0PQGI36rs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br><br><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPTGASZ62ys&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPTGASZ62ys&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-78303979849179643662009-07-07T21:00:00.000-07:002009-07-07T21:01:40.939-07:00Sure did.<center><img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v443/TheGoodFight32/ist2_379063-t-shirt-template.jpg></center>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-16297859231227250972009-07-05T08:34:00.001-07:002009-07-05T08:36:24.442-07:00Five Panic!-At-the-Disco-inspired bands I could start based on feelings I've had this past week.1) Existential Crises in the Supermarket<br /><br />2) Uncertainty at the Drive-Through<br /><br />3) Anxiety on the Interstate <br /><br />4) Exasperation in Your Bedroom <br /><br />5) Transcendental Break Through on My Cigarette Breakthisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-8275052386611253082009-06-29T21:45:00.001-07:002009-06-29T21:45:29.934-07:00<br><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQFSIYNaOSc&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQFSIYNaOSc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-8039835633809338732009-06-24T20:03:00.001-07:002009-06-24T20:06:27.366-07:00bad dreams<br><br>it was all fun and games until <br />someone threw the orange peel and<br />the seatbelt sign came back on. <br /><br />the cabin locked behind me<br />and the captains shook their heads<br />pressed the button.<br /><br />everything is red on tuesdays<br />when you a lose a silver ring<br />in the aisle of a crashing airplane. <br /><br />the country <br />was watching me. <br><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-5412263252238396812009-02-23T14:39:00.001-08:002009-02-23T14:41:58.883-08:00Why hasn't anyone reminded me how good Coyote Ugly is?<br />Seriously. Violet is a dreamboat. So is her dreamboat boyfriend. <br />And her dreamboat music on the roof. When that dreamboat beat<br />comes in. So good. I will be watching this for the next three days <br />on repeat. <br /><br /><br />Also, Kate Winslet won an Oscar. Which is good news. <br />I am surprised she didn't show her breasts. I have <br />seen a lot of them throughout her career. They are fantastic.thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-80334632685556104132009-02-07T02:26:00.000-08:002009-02-07T02:27:00.419-08:00<Br><br><br>i can't sleep. <br />i can't sleep. <br />i can't sleep. <br /><br /><br><br><bR><bR>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-68891814835909669322009-02-02T00:56:00.000-08:002009-02-02T00:59:31.332-08:00dream iv<br>pale<br />bones cleft from<br />window moons float<br />over tides of<br />our nighttime sheets. <br /><br />still<br />but our ribs <br />rising, we’re rocked <br />to sleep—diving bells<br />sinking into<br /><br />dreams. <br />of fish and<br />fin gleams wrapped in <br />sleep. our gills are <br />sheet folds. <br /><br />sink <br />through seas like <br />stones, heavy dreams <br />rose, tugged edges. <br /><br /><br />lips<br />chapped and licked; we’re<br />fished out of seafoam<br />dreams of fish and green.<br /><br /> <br /> we lost our lungs. <br /><Br><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-17380794704836348152009-01-15T21:00:00.001-08:002009-01-15T21:00:36.149-08:00<br><Br><span style="font-style:italic;">i read him <br />the angry one. </span><br><br><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-2598600282219574082009-01-11T18:02:00.001-08:002009-01-11T18:02:48.317-08:00<br><br><br><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWJqrJBdHpk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWJqrJBdHpk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-17897051724404703732008-12-30T14:37:00.001-08:002008-12-30T14:38:08.089-08:00<br><br><br>he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br />he likes my poem.<br><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-37826277484355072132008-12-14T15:17:00.001-08:002008-12-30T14:40:29.219-08:00<br><br><br />i am used to messy words on the backs of my hands, <br />notebooks of poetry shrapnel, cobbled together <br />haphazard in fits of something. <br /><br />revising makes me anxious.<br /><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-89463622554854694952008-12-10T11:04:00.001-08:002008-12-10T11:04:24.426-08:00<embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=2807827d3b"></embed>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-71293778297477682122008-12-09T18:51:00.001-08:002008-12-09T18:55:15.241-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/atOSro3_W7c&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/atOSro3_W7c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NX--x-nT078&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NX--x-nT078&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br><br>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-33657721052650524892008-12-03T18:43:00.000-08:002008-12-03T18:52:57.355-08:00<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v443/TheGoodFight32/3069455537_d4552e9d77.jpg><br /><br /><img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v443/TheGoodFight32/3070601839_4815932486.jpg>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-9578735151509471752008-12-01T07:06:00.000-08:002008-12-01T16:48:44.138-08:00<embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=13f5ec94d9"></embed><br /><br />shopping malls make me anxious, par for<br />the course. but going to the mall this time<br />of year just makes me depressed. <br /><br />being with you was a mistake, but it felt<br />nice to buy shiny silver things for someone. <br /><br />last year feels so far away.thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-19553126908214796502008-11-28T12:18:00.000-08:002008-11-28T12:21:31.912-08:00moves i have watched in the past 48 hours:<br /><br />- 27 Dresses<br />- Juno<br />- Finding Nemo<br />- Titanic (the last third, you know-- the <br /> parts that give you chills unrelated <br /> to ocean water.)<br />- 27 Dresses<br />- Titanic (the first third)<br />- Juno (the last half)<br /><br /><br />By Jane's definition, I'm pretty sure I'm <br />clinically depressed. Also, I may or may not <br />have an obsessive personality. Just saying.thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-66435925004530869142008-11-23T23:37:00.001-08:002008-11-23T23:53:21.485-08:00(awful) movies i wish i were watching:<br /><br />1) save the last dance<br />2) the house bunny<br />3) can't hardly wait<br />4) the little mermaid<br />5) pretty woman<br />6) now & thenthisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-17941134567109107402008-11-16T10:27:00.000-08:002008-11-16T10:28:42.820-08:00<img src="http://starshine1.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/01gaspard.jpg"><br /><br /><br />dear gaspard ulliel, <br /><br />please be my new boyfriend <br />and whisper french all day. <br /><br /><br /><br />xthisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-17495936814259612992008-11-13T21:19:00.000-08:002008-11-13T21:23:01.133-08:00<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v443/TheGoodFight32/facist_hat.jpg"><br /><br /><center><br />i got a new hat. i am ready for winter. or, fascism. really, it's hard<br />to say which. also, it makes me feel like jean-dominique bauby. <br />i'm tempted to tape my face into the appropriate style. <br /><br /><br />xx<br /></center>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-53322346889630165362008-11-09T17:31:00.000-08:002008-11-09T17:32:20.848-08:00foreign boys singing pop music. <br />what else could you ask for?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx9_m9NRoms&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx9_m9NRoms&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMg3xFq617E&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMg3xFq617E&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>thisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777958588385179205.post-13459830421306249962008-10-21T19:08:00.000-07:002008-10-21T19:17:11.449-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hgMKTvbJtnE70kbHIILx6BcKDyWzRsb7xtdB6h_6I9qxsXUK23Bkmmf3wVcnpAGNmr_LWWvJj4fIBIdKg8P9Ksl-LrypONXw3wAD94wqQb-YVADjnnbvjT59n2Ikb91UzBYxWNle-lI/s1600-h/tree.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hgMKTvbJtnE70kbHIILx6BcKDyWzRsb7xtdB6h_6I9qxsXUK23Bkmmf3wVcnpAGNmr_LWWvJj4fIBIdKg8P9Ksl-LrypONXw3wAD94wqQb-YVADjnnbvjT59n2Ikb91UzBYxWNle-lI/s320/tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259796425517854626" /></a><br /><br /><br />working on my resume gets me every time. I always end up feeling wildly self-conscious. I think it's that weird space where feeling like a grown up and feeling completely over your head collide. <br /><br />in other words, a friend and i built the largest sheets-and-furniture fort I have ever built. that's the thing about growing up-- you never out-grow the need for a fort; you just get smarter and more efficient at building them. This is something I've learned in college. This one is epic. It involves two box springs and two queen size mattresses. Just saying. (I'd invite you, but it's for tuff kids only.)<br /><br /><br />keep yr heads up<br />xxthisuglysweaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729264294837610146noreply@blogger.com0