“Oh, you’re almost home.
I’ve been waiting for you to come in.
Dancing around in your old suits,
going crazy in your room again.
I think I’ll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk
and falling down in the street.
You say I choose sadness,
that it never once has chosen me.
Maybe you’re right…”—Rilo Kiley’s “The Good That Won’t Come Out”
+ All the students coming back & freaking out about the weight I’ve lost. Mr. America saying, “You’ve lost so much weight. You’re absolutely adorable.” The ladies, “OMG, Sarah,” “You look amazing,” “You getting so thin,” and “You’re going to blow away if you lose any more weight.” I have worked so hard lately, and I’ve lost 10 of the 15 lbs I said I was going to lose. It’s nice that the lovely sprites noticed. I have lost a good deal more than 10 lbs since they’ve seen me though (that’s just the recent kick).
+ The funniest conversation overheard in the ladies room in the next stall. “Girl, she had on a tiny shirt with one button buttoned that showed her navel, skintight jeans, and was walking around with only a cell phone. No, she didn’t have any books. She was prancing around like Jezebel. This is an institution of learning, and people like her make it a den of thieves.” I love the being a lady because you always hear the most interesting bits & pieces of conversation in the girl’s room.
+ Sneaking beer into the theater thanks to the insistence of the Gent & the largess of my purse that could fit the Taj Mahal inside. Stars firmly overhead at night & general good will into the evening.
+ My dear Strawberry, Rachel, who is preparing Chicago for me when I get there. “I already have your boyfriend picked out,” she tells me. I miss her & I value our friendship quite a bit. The internet wins for nothing else then presenting me with this lovely sassafras of a lady. Someone who actually understands my madness is rare indeed.
+ Future picnics in the park in the fall with quilts on the ground, wine, Dame Darcy comics, & iPod for music. Flushed cheeks & big open skies. Crisp leaves that get in your hair & soft sweaters.
+ The following random conversation a few weeks ago with LD, Marina, & I:
Me: *seeing an 40 something guy walk by with a dark spot on his neck* “Oh my God, did you see that guy? He had a vampire bite!”
LD: “Sarah, SERSIOUSLY, what planet do you live on? Are you ever in touch with reality? That was a hickey not a damn vampire bite. What the hell?”
Me: “Whatever, I know a vampire bite when I see one. Marina, didn’t that guy get bit by a vampire?”
Marina: “Bristol, I hate to tell you, but I think you’re wrong on this one. There is no way THAT GUY is getting a hickey.”
Me: “Seriously, if he is getting hickeys, and I’m not, I’m totally going to jump out the window right now.”
+ Homemade mix cds (as in the kind you should make me for my birthday next Tuesday)
+ Banana Cream Pie from A’s
+ My dear friends. I’m a lucky girl.
+ the weather in the mornings
+ Going to visit the old hometown, St. Louis, this weekend, for my cousin’s wedding. Seeing all my family there.
+ Pink lemonade
+ Erykah Badu concert rapidly approaching (September 10th)
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”—John Green, Looking for Alaska (I found this somewhere on here over the weekend, and I wrote it down…now I can’t recall where)
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”—Jack Kerouac, On The Road
“Sometimes, when I’m listening to music…when I listen to the Pixies, I feel like I could scream. I feel like my skin’s coming right off me or something. I feel like a whole bunch of bones. It’s like some music’s got a direct line to my insides, and when I hear it, I go crazy all over, crazy and turned-on and hysterical and so different from the way I look to everyone on the outside that when I look in the mirror, I don’t really recognize myself. It’s like I want to have sex or kill someone when I feel like that, and then I think I’m pretty crazy and I can’t ever tell anyone I have those feelings. Not Ted. Not anyone.”—Brave New Girl - Louisa Luna
“The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity.”—Margaret Nadauld (via rememo) (via corners)