Wednesday, October 29, 2003

11:22 PM

"Untouchable Face" by Ani DiFranco

So fuck you
And your untouchable face
And fuck you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch
And who am I
I bet you can't even tell me that much

Sunday, October 26, 2003

11:01 AM

"Needle In The Hay" by Elliott Smith

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

It's the end of the world and I still have a ton to study.

Saturday, October 25, 2003

12:45 AM

"Saturday Sun" by Nick Drake

Don't forget, show tonight. 2 - 4 am. www.ksdtradio.org. be there.

Thursday, October 23, 2003

11:43 PM

"Ruthless" by Something Corporate

I'm listening to the new Something Corporate (North). I have to review it for The Scene -- instead of giving it to me last week before the release, they gave it to me this week and want a review by Sunday.

But it's good because I like structure.

My first article was published in the newspaper today; I'm really excited. After three published articles, I'm hired for pay. $.03 a word! That's $.03 more a word than I get typing here everyday!

I'm reviewing the new Switchfoot for the newspaper for my next article. Mmm I can smell the pennies now.

I like my life.

Wednesday, October 22, 2003

11:41 PM

"This Ain't Living" by G. Love & Special Sauce

The End of the World, in all its hilarity.

09:18 PM

"Between The Bars" by Elliott Smith

I can't even begin to grasp how his girlfriend is feeling.

Smith's body was found by his live-in girlfriend Tuesday, Los Angeles County Coroner Records Supervisor Marsha Grigsby told AP Radio.

Tuesday, October 21, 2003

11:58 PM

"Say Yes" by Elliott Smith

This is devastating. Such beautiful people, such ugly pain.

09:56 PM

"Pink Moon" by Nick Drake

I love Nick Drake. I want his albums for my birthday.

You know that really overdone question; if you could have lunch with one person, living or dead, who would you have lunch with?

My answer is myself, in ten years. I'd like to have a conversation with myself, I think I'm the person I can learn the most from. And I can reassure myself not to be so damned scared; cause I know if I talked to myself 10 years ago, I would say, everything is going to be okay. And it won't take me another decade to learn all the things I should have learned already.

11:13 AM

"Sleep All Day" by Jason Mraz

So I went to Student Health about this pain thing, the one that made me black out in the bathroom last night around 1am in front of a worried suitemate? I woke up at 8am (notice, I haven't believed in 8am since I graduated high school) and called them to make a same day appointment, so to save my ass some time. They told me it sounded like an emergency and to haul ass there right away.

So I did.

And I wait there for about 15 minutes, at the cost of $10 for "urgent care".

They told me:
a) I may have kidney stones.
b) I may be pregnant.
c) I will die. (At some point, I will die, of course, so they reinformed me of this fact.)

Re: the pregnant thing, I laughed really really hard at the nurse, then screamed: "SHIT IF THIS IS WHAT PREGNANCY FEELS LIKE! I AM NEVER GOING TO BE PREGNANT!"

All in my head of course.

In the meantime I'm taking stuff. Sort of. And justifiably missing class; as outlined in my Goals for Fall Quarter 03, I can miss one class of each class per quarter, as seen fit by severity of illness. Potential kidney stones, ranking towards the top.

Sunday, October 19, 2003

04:23 PM

"Weight Of My Words" by Kings of Convenience

For my 300th entry, here's a list of the top ten cities with the best looking people (ranked in order)

1. San Diego
2. Honolulu
3. Austin
4. San Juan
5. San Francisco
6. Las Vegas
7. Seattle
8. Phoenix/Scottsdale
9. Portland
10. San Antonio

Hm. I win!

12:21 AM

"Punk Rock Princess" by Something Corporate

I am sick with some unidentified disease inflicting its wrath upon my kidneys. That can't be good. After reading an article in Cosmo, I'm convinced it is the lovechild of my stress. I didn't think I have been too stressed lately -- but a look at my schedule last week would convince me otherwise. I don't know how to relax -- I operate fantastically under stress. Perhaps it will only be a matter time before my body catches up to this idea.

Or I have cancer. Or a failing kidney. Would anyone donate theirs?

If I could be your first real heartache
I would do it again

Friday, October 17, 2003

01:00 PM

"You Were Meant For Me" by Jewel

Don't forget, after all your festivities tonight:
Ann & Jin on the radio!
Listen to us
as you fall asleep!
as you get it on!
as you pass out drunk!
as you study (you freak)!

2am - 4am PST
everyone can listen
we're broadcast on the internet:
www.ksdtradio.org

03:52 AM

"Girl Like You" by Pete Yorn

It's really late. It was an exceptionally long day, with every break and cranny of the day filled. I watched a press screening of Sylvia, and will be doing a review for it as my first contributing piece to the newspaper. I went to The Scene meeting, and I'm a little rocky about it. I got hired as a writer and photographer; which means I can basically control my whole piece. I'm one of the few people who can. It sounds like an amazing opportunity, but a lot of work. Not that I was ever scared of a lot of work; and they let me have priority with music artists that I love. That sounds like an awesome, non-paying job for the poor college student. Resume, that's what I'm thinking.

There are some road signs in life, that I'm starting to notice more and more. I am still up because I was having a conversation with my amazingly deep friend Fay, which started as an update in my strange and twisted life, and convoluted into a talk about life and politics and religion -- things we always get into because we're both extremely neurotic and analytical.

I'm being steered more and more in the direction of writing in my future. For some reason, it seems like all the doors are swinging wide open: every opportunity that has come up has expressed specific interest in me. Again, is this a road sign? Is this my yellow brick road to Oz?

There was this situation (I care not to dwelve into) -- as you may have noticed, I don't like to talk about relationships while they're happening. But there was just a sign, that was just so ironic, so much about timing, so fucked up, that it could be nothing but a sign. And everything made sense.

I'm learning to be more readily open with my heart.

But back to that writing thing, because this entry isn't going to be very coherent -- thank you for breaking my heart. You may never read this; but thank you for giving me material to write.

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

11:38 AM

"At The Stars" by Better Than Ezra

I just wrote a two page piece of literary non fiction on love.

What the fuck do I know about love?

I'm really tempted to tear up the copies I made into a billion little pieces and let them fly out the window.

The idea of love plagues me and disgusts me to this day. What the fuck do I know about love, except that it fucks with you so badly. One wrongly phrased sentence, and your stomach drops seven floors down. I need to be termed, as a human being.

What the fuck am I doing?

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

11:40 PM

"Touch" by Jonny Lang

The new Jonny Lang album is sex. I can always get it on to this boy in the background. Or foreground, whatever. Marriage schmarriage.

Is life too short to date boys that don't drive you crazy,
or is it too short not to date boys that don't drive you crazy?

I will wear the coat if you can put the hat on.

Monday, October 13, 2003

03:15 PM

"Love Song For No One" by John Mayer

Sunset view from my lounge yesterday.
Since I have such a gorgeous view this year, I think I'm going to start a portfolio of sunset pictures. Erm, when I get around to it.

I put up all the poems from the summer underneath Poetry in Daylight.

I am offered positions as contributing writer (at the moment) to the Opinion & Hiatus (arts & entertainment) sections of the university newspaper. I am also offered a position as a writer to The Scene (the local music and art magazine). I think I will take them all.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

05:34 PM

"Even Less" by Saba

Twiggs on Friday was good.
Pete was rocking my argyle socks off.
Our show went well for our first time - we had about 10 listeners. That's pretty rocking for 2am, thanks for all those who listened. Remember, it's weekly, so if you didn't catch it this time, there's always next Friday night/Saturday morning.

My family came by this morning and brought me flowers and cookies and fruit. Some of my favorite things. We went out to lunch, and I've been sitting in my room trying to read since.

I have two more articles for Anthro.
I have to read A Room Of One's Own by Virginia Woolf.
I have to write a poem about light.
I have to write a literary nonfiction piece on a word.
My word is "love".
Is anyone surprised?

Maybe a new design is coming soon.
Maybe not.
I wrote a new song with Jin.
I'm working on the lyrics.

Saba is really really really good.
Take my word for it.
(Remember when I said that Mraz kid was good, oh 3 years ago?)
The sun is setting on the ocean outside my window.
I fucking love San Diego.

Friday, October 10, 2003

12:56 PM

"Time After Time" (covered) by Matchbox 20

Just a reminder (cause I know y'all have got this marked on your calendars):

TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT
2:00 - 4:00 am
"The Holy Crap It's Late" show
starring Ann & Jin!

www.ksdtradio.org (broadcast off internet)

Listen in, send us IMs (sn: ksdtradio), don't send us IMs and just lurk creepily listening to my voice as you will never be so lucky, make love to us. It will be good times all around. If you don't listen, we will know.

Thursday, October 9, 2003

02:07 AM

"Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley

One of my best friends from home is going through a very tough time right now. Her mom has just passed away. I personally do not pray. But if anyone would like to include her in your prayers, it would mean a lot to me.

Thanks.

Life is a sack of shit, and I'm really bad at the game it plays. It's giving too much of yourself, and not having the strength at the end of the night to feel okay about it. It's needing someone genuine, someone to hold and kiss and breathe -- in some desperate game of need.

Tuesday, October 7, 2003

11:42 PM

"At Last" by Etta James

This just ain't right man, it just ain't right.

I'm severely disappointed and depressed about the current state of affairs. I'm going to go write some really destructive, rebellious, anarchist literature, burn it, then go to bed.

03:33 PM

"When It Rains" by Tristan Prettyman

Did everyone remember to vote today?

12:56 AM

"Chemistry" by Semisonic

Updated girl & links.

Will start putting up stories written for fiction & nonfiction classes. Hence content!

Sunday, October 5, 2003

04:08 PM

"Summer Breeze" (covered) by Jason Mraz

Stop thinking about the things you can inherit from my wardrobe; I'm not dead, mofos.

School has been very busy, but very good. I feel like I've been here much longer than two weeks. Things are not the same as last year; which has its bright sides and its dark sides.

Pictures of my room soon, if I am talked into it. (This site needs to demand more of my attention to deserve it. This means you.)

I have a radio show now; not only can you see me and read me, you can listen to me as well! 2-4AM (that's right, AM) on Saturday mornings: www.ksdtradio.org.