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happy new year to everyone. i ended up having a fantastic night and today was my friend's birthday. she had a great cake. dang. i finished middlesex and started a farewell to arms. not so great to read in 2 days. i probably won't be able to finish it. i also haven't watched any of those movies i rented. this winter break has been eventful in some ways, but i wasted the majority of it. atleast i read.

now music talk. i am shocked that return to the sea was not on the pitchfork top 50. it is so fantastic. i got the anathallo album finally. i had been wanting it for months. i am also getting "fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant" and some unreleasted songs by b&s. plus, i am going to listen to the tragic treasury by the gothic archies now that i have read the end. [edit: scratch that. the link was broken.] i need the new man man album, man! takk is such a great album. i want a sigur ros dvd even though i've already seen the glosoli and hoppipolla music videos. perhaps brandon would let me borrow his! and then i could rip it with virgil's help. (hohoho i really need to tell my friends about this blog.) i fell asleep around 2pm today listening to knives don't have your back. pretty relaxing.
i can't decide what course to take this summer at this thing i'll be doing. i'm considering 20th century lit, political theory in america, and writing with power. lit would be fun because i could read interesting books and write creatively, although creative writing makes me cry. and then political theory would help me actually form my own opinions about current events and know what i'm talking about instead of repeating what i've heard from someone else. writing with power would be perfect for improving analytical essays and such, plus college app papers.

i'm going to post a poem concerning new years. i did not write it. buy the book! cinquefoil. its on amazon.

Resolutions

This new year I want
I want
I want

I want

the clock to strike twelve oh one
twelve times still lingering oh

and in that one minute to feel
a great chasm torn open in the earth
the sound not of cheering but of trumpets

the trembling of the firmament
the buckling of the firmament
the failing of the firmament

the dropping of diadems
the surrender of doges

split open into two arcs
swooping

wildly into the night, against the blue sky
the arms of the angels, their bird keening

all the continents crushed
beneath the roiling waters.

This new year I am tired
of anticipation
of wondering

of the fear that lingers
of the worst

I want

the worst to come,
to embrace the earthquakes,

to follow the floods,
to make ripe and ready the fields
for the fires.

New year--
the world is weary of waiting
the weight is no longer wondrous

tell us: is it triumph or terror told
in your

oh one
oh one
oh one

i had to crack the binding for the first time in order to copy that up. i managed to resist doing that reading the whole thing. the book is no longer in perfect condition. man. well, i might as well underline and star things in it if i already ruined it.
one more day.

EDIT: I MISSED A SIGUR ROS SHOW ON VALENTINES DAY LAST YEAR SDLKfJSDkKDSj i might as well cease to exist.

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