it was good lounging around
sleeping and sighing and screwing around
blinds drawn, open close
wondrous endorphins, riding this high
it was our little world, save us from them
the oppressors, the people who didn’t -get- it
it was good hanging around
running and hiding from responsibilities
growing up, growing old
decisions i didn’t want to face
hide under the covers and procrastinate
it was hard, riding home
no call, no message, no fuck given
i sat on the greyhound, quietly crying
the whole two hour ride home
it was a memory when i was twenty
thick and heavy, sweet like honey
swimming in sin and escaping responsibility
do you still think of me
If you’re attending Western this fall as a new freshman or transfer, I’d like to pass on some tried and true food knowledge. The nice thing about Bellingham, is that it’s small enough to cover all the best food spots in four years. Here are my top five:
- Pizza Time – taco pizza: your stoner friends will thank you. free delivery
- Wonderful Buffet – way better substitute for dining hall but save it for when you have a big enough appetite. go midday, early evening
- pel meni – kind of a cult favorite. the shop has an antique, typewriter-looking register, plays records, uses string lights. it’s a unique kind of dumpling, little pricey for the amount so save it for special occasions. go at night
- ab crepes – the sweet ones > savory ones imo. perfect at any hour.. morning, midday, or late at night
- “that taco truck” the best fucking tacos a couple dollars can buy you. esp when drunk and cold after bar hopping
I FINALLY finished wind-up bird. It was sitting 2/3rds finished when I picked it back up. Mind you, I bought it months ago.
Wow I wanted to write something about it just as I finished it today as to kind of savor my immediate feelings about the entire story.
Like many other reviews I read on Good Reads, it is hard to summarize the plot of this book. All I can say is the ending is left mostly up to interpretation. The themes are not unlike many other Murakami books.
However, unlike many books that take me months to read, I postponed reading this one because it quite literally transports you to a different reality. I couldn’t help but feel swept away in this story, disregarding all senses. Much like how Toru loses his awareness of the “real world” when he’s down in the well. When I read this book, I really felt taken away from my own reality for a moment.
This was a book I wasn’t sure I could finish. At the same time, I knew I could not not finish it as well. There was a way about this 600+ page book that had me thirsting for the end. I usually can’t do too much make believe when it comes to fiction but Murakami did pull it off beautifully. He definitely took me to the depths of my imagination and back again.
If you can bear it, read it. I’ll warn you though, it’s impossible to indefinitely put down or forget about.
when you fall apart before you even had a chance, it’s hard to forget. there’s always these infinite possibilities, picture perfect scenarios, gram-worthy photo stocks
i ask myself why it’s so damn hard to forget, if i’m just a hedonist trying too damn hard to hold on to it.
i tell myself i’m not alone. you expressed the same sentiment, once.
i ask myself why it’s so damn hard to forget, if we’re both just pleasure-seeking junkies awaiting our next sweet hit.
i remind myself that there was pain. lots of it, probably endless amounts spilling over, if i’d continued to stay.
i ask myself if you knew what you were doing, dousing and lighting and nursing my wounds. play rescue doctor and evil surgeon until i’m nothing but ruins
put morphine through the needle, i’ll try to forget. my body grows lifeless; seeds of paranoia, resentment, and disgust are met.