dont cool off, i like your warmth

my insides are humming!

actually, also they are whistling like Andrew Bird's Oh No

Today could maybe be described as picking a fruit off of what looks like a grape tree but finding out it tastes like apple.

When I saw you in the hallway and you said how are you and i said good you? and you said good the next thing I said was "we are both liars." but that never actually made it out of my mouth. i kind of hate that formal kind of thing. I do actually want to know how you are doing.

My whole recent life has been consumed by filtering away my time with idleness, like slowly scraping away at the hours with a cheese grater until they lie in pieces by my feet. Then I have nothing left to scrape away so I do work until very early, by the time I think that what is it that matters in the long run? The fact that my subjects intrigue me, or if I can take a test on them? And then I go to sleep and its the most delicious thing to swim in covers and languid wave-pulses of darkness and drowsiness. But waking up in the morning is like leaving a huge pit of my head back on the pillow, and its missing all school day. my focus is alksdj

It feels like my time has recently been spent on that, and various insignificant things that dont generally inspire/pain/awe me. Indifferent. I hate that. Thats why I went a little !NS@N3 for thrifting oh'9 but seriously I needed to run really fast with no shoes on, and sing and make strange noises. And spontaneuity (sp?!) and to meet new people again, and be filled up and light-headed at the same time- because honestly I havent been doing anything lately, anything that I'm going to want to write stories about or tell my children later in life. Maybe if I wanted to sit in a grand, palatial house with sweeping halls and immaculate lawn fences, with two angel twins who bathe in wealth and advantage( They arent un-curious, they just have no reason to question.) --would I feel like I am doing anything of importance.

But I'd like to have kids who are wild things

I really wish I was called something other than Emily

Mmmmmmmmmm i think youre really great. all of you

You slide down the stairs to the eager street

And the sun is left with slippery feet

And I want to walk around with you