december's chill comes late: the days get darker and we wait... [17 Dec 2009|11:05pm] greatosaur [ music | the decemberists - the crane wife 1 & 2 ] So after my faux-sick day I got sick. Which is sweet. I got to use one of those awesome sinus-cleansing pitcher-pot things. It was pretty much disgusting and awesome. I am worried about eye infections because earlier I blew my nose in such a way that the snot all spewed from the tissue and into my right eye. Sexy. People who keep crumpled tissues in their pocket disgust me. Throw that shit away, dude. It's barely paper. Don't bother reusing. Ew. Am I the only one that looks at the tissue after I blow my nose? I mean snot isn't pretty or anything, but I'm curious. Are there chunks? Blood? What comes out of my face is always a treat, whether verbal or salival or mucusal. Mucusal? Whatever. And, man, if you've never had to deeply blow your nose with a mustache... avoid it at all costs. It gets messy. Sexy, once again. I have a mohawk and I dress like a professor in his 70s who may be gay and/or homeless... That is obviously the definition of sexy, which is why I am comfortable sharing these uncouth bodily tidbits. I know it can't diminish my overall appeal. 4said hi my name is cait! ← post comment

come down from the mountain, you have been gone too long [15 Dec 2009|12:42am] greatosaur [ music | fleet foxes - ragged wood ] Today: - Sucrets Herbal Pomegranate Berry - Vitamin Water, XXX - Fellowship of the Ring (both film and audiobook versions) - In bed for 85% of the day, asleep for probably 60% - The new Animal Collective EP - Mountain Maniac You'd think today's a sick day, but really I feel alright, apart from a scratchy throat from too much time talking/barking over bar-clatter on Saturday night. I'm just lazy. Lazy lazy lazy and tomorrow is my last final for a very very long time. Elation! 1said hi my name is cait! ← post comment

aloha / suit up / luau / luau / luau / luau [12 Dec 2009|02:25am] greatosaur [ music | of montreal - a sentence of sorts in kongsvinger ] ( a dissertation on california written while drunk on my lunch break, in pencil ) I'm so empty of unhappiness I could hang myself. Which I'm deciding doesn't make me happy, but makes me... Empty of unhappiness. There's plenty of space to fill, beautiful whitewashed rooms with minimalist windows and vacuum. That's it-- I contain a vacuum of negative emotion (apart from frustration and simple, minute-by-minute flashingblackwhitehot anger) and I want to fill it with something more productive like pride (I have enough? Nooooo shut the fuck up) or love (but how can I love anything more than I already love everything?) or happiness (what the hell is that?) but. But. But but but... In all likelihood I will flood the rooms with booze and kissing. Champagne the color of a whore's lipstick up to your knees then scrotum then navelnipplesnose-- And that's when I know I've made it. When you've drowned in there. Face up. 2said hi my name is cait! ← post comment

driving home the sky accelerates and the clouds all form a geometric shape [11 Dec 2009|01:12pm] greatosaur [ music | the flaming lips - suddenly everything has changed ] So basically last night I got drunk at the Fargo on the senior class's dime and then had a grand old deft time with lots (more) PBR with Jordan and a lot of people I don't know and I'm glad spontaneity still is possible and that meeting people is possible and that the Flaming Lips make music and that I have the complete series of Daria on my hard drive and even though I'm broke and almost out of beer (I'm drinking one of my last four right now before I go to work late which is excusable because it is fucking snowy as hell and I called and said I'd be late) and I had to buy my second pack of cigarettes in 24 hours because I bummed so many to a kid who looks like Bob Dylan and to Jordan and to Caroline and this other girl whose name I don't remember but we had a really lovely series of long and insightful conversations about Lady Gaga and Wilco-- EVEN THOUGH all of that and despite the fact that I have to work until 9pm and I know my hangover is going to develop in a slow chess game of heady twinges and sluggishness-- I'm feeling good. I am happy. I am so happy to be who and where I am at every minute and I just want to throw my whole life against a wall as a can of bright blue paint and then divine the future and meanings from the splats of sky color and interspersion of white that's there, like tea leaves except more like reverse clouds except actually paint which is my life in metaphor. SENTENCES AND SYNTAX! Oh by the way, I'm back on the train of finding unified first names for couples goddamn motherfucking hilarious. I'm looking at you, Clemily. 1said hi my name is cait! ← post comment

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