Saturday, June 30, 2012

I wish I were Bliss Cavendar. 
Then I'd be doing roller derby instead of going to my SAT class. 
But no,  I'm actually going to my SAT class. 
Fun stuff. 

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

So true, Hilary.

I’m happy and I can thank myself
If it were up to you I’d be in my bed crying
But I’m happy and I know that makes you mad
After all the things you put me through
I’m finally getting over you

All the bitterness has passed
And I only wish you
Someone who could do what I can’t

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

As overrated as I find her, this shit is true. 

Thursday, June 7, 2012

You go, Ryan.



#Gorgeous #Wonderfully hip #Just plain chill #Why can't all guys dress like this?
Best couple ever.




Love love love.


Actress Emma Stone attends the "Schiaparelli And Prada: Impossible Conversations" Costume Institute Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 7, 2012 in New York City.


New York premiere of 'Crazy, Stupid, Love' in New York City, NY.


My main man wins the award for Entertainer of the Year during Spike TV's 6th Annual "Guys Choice Awards" June 2, 2012




Zooey Deschanel


98th Annual White House Correspondents' Association Dinner at the Washington Hilton on April 28, 2012 in Washington, DC. 

"Hey, you still have a Music Theory assignment left, right?"

lol, no... let's just forget about that for a little while longer


And now it's time to get myself out of this hole I've dug myself into...


#In what world is summer actually relaxing? #Can you take me there?

Exams are over!


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Kristen Wiig. Met Ball 2012. (dress & shoes, Stella McCartney; bag & earrings, Reed Krakoff; ring, Fred Leighton)




The Talking Heads "Radiohead"

Baby your mind is a radio
Got a receiver inside my head
Baby I'm tuned to your wavelength
Lemme tell you what it says:

Transmitter!
Oh! Picking up something good
Hey, radio head!
The sound...of a brand-new world.

So look at my fingers vibrate
From their tip down down to my toes
Now I'm receiving your signal
We're gonna leave the land of noise

Transmitter!
Oh! Picking up something good
Hey, radio head!
The sound...of a brand-new world.

Transmitter!
Oh! Picking up something good
Hey, radio head!
The sound...Of a brand-new world.

Now you and I have no secrets
Now baby, lemme read your mind
I hear ev'rything you're thinking
You can't help the way you sound

Transmitter!
Picking up something good.
Hey! Radio head!
The sound...Of a brand-new world
Oh! Radio Head
Radio Head
Radio Head
Radio Head



Thanks, David :)

Noteflight... oh fuck.

(It's a love hate relationship)

We're reading (or in my case, rereading) Persepolis (Marjane Satrapi) over the summer, and I'm psyched. I was originally upset, because it's replacing Hamlet in the IB junior English curriculum. But I'll be studying Hamlet this fall with the High School Fellowship Program at the Folger, then I'll be studying it in IB senior English, so I'm set :) Anyway, I just love the fact that IB thinks outside of the box and chooses books for its English curricula that other schools wouldn't. A number of my classmates (who have yet to even read the book!) have already written it off as a simple "comic book," or an "easy read." However, there are major themes and serious stories and issues conveyed in this book, and the visual component just adds a whole other dimension to analyze. In short, I'm really excited to study this from a scholarly perspective. It'll be interesting to get a chance to write an essay about how the illustrator also helps to convey the themes and ideas of the novel. 

"Yearning. Yearning. Was life all a yearning and no satisfaction? Was one to live, a strange hollowness pursuing one like a malignant beast that would not let one rest? ... Perhaps nobody would ever know. You had just to be." - Ngugi, The River Between

Yes, I have been posting about Thom Yorke all day. Come at me, bro.

"He's a poet who sings" - my dad, on Yorke


If you think this is over 
Then you're wrong 
-"SEPARATOR"- 


In your arms 
(Don't hurt me) 
-"GIVE UP THE GHOST"- 


I will shape myself into your pocket 
Invisible 
Do what you want 
Do what you want 
-"LOTUS FLOWER"- 


I'm the next act
Waiting in the wings
I'm an animal 
Trapped in your hot car 
I am all the days 
That you choose to ignore
You are all I need
...
I'm a moth
Who just wants to share your light
I'm just an insect
Trying to get out of the night
I only stick with you
Because there are no others
You are all I need
...
It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all wrong
-"ALL I NEED"-


In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
...
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don't reach out, don't reach out)
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (don't reach out, don't reach out)
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
...
There, there
Why so green
And lonely
Heaven sent you
To me
...
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
-"THERE, THERE"-

24 hours to summer. Just gotta power through

First I was all... 


Then I was all... oh yeah... I should be studying for those last two exams I have tomorrow.


Then I was all... Can I just go die in a hole now? I'm so close... and yet...


#Thom Yorke makes everything better #I don't actually use hashtags #wtf am I doing

Lotus Flower gifs









Stay beautiful, Thom.

STAIRCASE

Walk down the staircase,
magnetic pull.
Back to the other place,
where I cannot go.

Send in the chopper,
steal you away. 

My pot is full, 
let me take control.

Let me take control.

My pot is full, 
of secrets to be told,
secrets to be told.

I have always,
and I always will.

My pot is full, 
let me take control. 

Let me take control. 

My pot is full, 
of secrets to be told,
secrets to be told.

I saw this shit live. That's right, be jealous.










And that's when she remembered...

"Ten Cent Pistol" 


Well, he ran around 
Late at night 
Holding hands 
And making light 
Of everything 
That came before 
But there she was 
Behind the door 


She hit them with her ten cent pistol 
Because they ruined her name 
Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol 
And they've never been the same 


There's nothing worse 
In this world 
Than payback from a 
Jealous girl 
The laws of man 
Don't apply 
When blood gets in 
A woman's eye 


Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol 
Because they ruined her name 
Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol 
And they've never been the same 


Stars did fall 
Thunder rolled 
Bugs crawled back 
In their holes 
The couple screamed 
But far too late 
Cause a jealous heart 
Did retaliate 


She hit them with her ten cent pistol 
Because they ruined her name 
Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol 
And they've never been the same 

Thanks, Dan & Patrick :)
(Super vague title & post ftw!)

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Separator

It's like I'm falling out of bed From a long, weary dream The sweetest flowers and fruits hang from the trees Falling off the giant bird that’s been carrying me It's like I'm falling out of bed from a long and weary dream Just exactly as I remember Every word Every gesture I'm a heart in cold ground Like I'm falling out of bed From a long and weary dream Finally I'm free of all the weight I've been carrying Every woman blows her cover In the eye of the beholder I'm a fish now out of water Falling off a giant bird that's been carrying me I fell open I laid under At the tip out I was just a number I wanna slip it over And get back under And if you think this is over Then you're wrong If you think this is over Then you're wrong (Wake me up, wake me up) If you think this is over Then you're wrong If you think this is over Then you're wrong (Wake me up, wake me up) Like I'm falling out of bed from a long and weary dream Finally I'm free of all the weight I've been carrying When I ask you again When I ask you again Wake me up, wake me up