magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

The sky seemed lighter than it should have been when I got off the train. Courtney Taylor sang: "I was the first to have spoken / and I said / just about all of the things / you shouldn't say. / So maybe you loved me / but now maybe you don't / and maybe you'll call me / maybe you won't." On the walk home I had trouble keeping a cigarette lit. J Mascis sang: "Didn't see you for a whike / I've been so wrapped up for quite some time." The wind picked up. Jason Schwartzman sang: "And it's always summer / back in Alabama / and I will miss you forever / honey, more than you will know." And then Wesley Eisond of Cold Cave, which I didn't realize until this very moment includes Dominick Fernow even though they've been in the shuffle queue on my iPod for qlmost a year, sang: "C'mon you said, I'm tired of waiting / patience is so frustrating when / every thing you thought you wanted / brings you closer to the end."

What does all of this mean? Nothing, really.

Trivial dispute, on my lonesome, wasn't all that succesful. Though I think they scored me wrong, and that I should have either tied for third, or been in third on my own. Which did qualify me for an additional free shot.

Prior to all that, a day of MARC codes (for my Advanced Cataloging final project) and Photoshop/Illustrator/Google maps/Sketchup/old notebooks (for my Map Colections final project). And coffee.

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Also, as of this point Ive missed a full week's worth of entries. I might fill in a little bit of sketchy information for a few of them. I'm still readapting to this whole trying to write daily thing.