My dark passenger

Is screaming

Some Sh*t Never Gets Old

For example:

And! The smell of Vermont air.  So happy to be back!

I want him to be inked onto my skin forever

Hi friends,

After a little bit of unsuccessful research, I decided to turn to you.  Considering I spent my whole life around musicians, I hope someone can help:

Does anyone know where the original manuscript of Beethoven's string quartet Op. 135 lives?  

Or... Does it even exist any longer?  Even a facsimile would be okay.  I just need the 4th movement.  

This is a tattoo I've considered for a little longer than a year now.  The idea came from Kathryn, my longtime roommate and friend, years ago when I wasn't too deep in my Beethoven phase (can you believe it?) (I'm a late bloomer).  Over the years, I got more and more obsessed with Beethoven, and more inspired by his philosophy in the music, along with what was happening to him during the time he was writing this quartet.  After quitting cello, listening to so much amazing music this summer, and reading about his life, I feel the time has come!

Do you know what I'm getting?

Routine

For the first time in my life, I feel like I have a daily routine.  Surprisingly as fuck, I don't hate it at all.

And not surprisingly at all, I feel like having a blog makes me feel super narcissistic.

The end.

Inspired by Crunchette

When I had a LiveJournal in high school, I only ever updated it when my life was ending, or I wanted it to end.  In college, I just wanted my life to look peachy to the world, and keep record of all the little pleasantries.

Well.

I'm in neither now, and I want to allow something that has been brooding inside of me to be purged.  Funny enough, I am returning to the thoughts of the toddler, fresh off the boat Lisa:

In the end, you only have yourself.

It's not THAT dark.  It's just the truth.

Wanna know what else?  I've never felt this unattractive in my whole life.  I've been much "fatter"... In fact, I am never one to feel depressed about the way I look.  I hate that in girls. "I'm so fat, I hate my life boo hoo boo hoo I never exercise, I feel guilty that I ate that awesome thing I just ate. I'm ugly."  I think it must be something in my brain.  And maybe Yellow Barn chef, David Frink's fault.


Anyway, here's a woman who knows what she's talking about:

Despite the post, my life is pretty damn amazing right now.  Arrived in Baltimore with a real job, a cute Jason and Robin.  I bought awesome new sunglasses:

And a long, rolly desk that goes over our bed, (for Starcraft, Dexter, and breakfast in bed) not to mention our awesome apartment, blah blah blah blah.  I think what I'm getting at is - I hate it when I feel and act like a FEMALE.  PMS-y, mirror conscious, too lazy to dress up FEMALE.

ROAR!

Overdue

Sorry, I've been in a time warp.  Or a Jason warp.

To sum up the last week:

The food - the ribs were amazing, but the beans were even better.  We would eat and laugh and every once in awhile stop to say, "dude... the beans..." Top of the Hill Grill is probably one of my favorite places to eat in Vermont.

The view

The date!

Yellow Barn's cellists (plus one bassist) playing 12 Angry Men by Brett Dean.  That's a lot of bass. 

We had the most amazing dinner in a caboose that sits only 20 people.

And then Mitsuko Uchida came in with two friends.  We had seen her give a performance earlier that day at Marlboro, and we were totally floored.  She was very gracious when we thanked her for her performance (and existence, though we didn't say that).  She said this was her night off.  She is a wine nerd, and is jovial.

The performance at Marlboro will have to have its own post.  Aurgasms.  Life-changing...  Needless to say, I purchased tickets for the rest of the Sundays during my stay in Vermont.  Stay tuned!

Dear God, (do not read if you believe blasphemy exists)

I would believe in you if:

-You bring the living things in this picture to be stationed at my office forever:

-You promise to never make it rain on my riding lesson again

-You make me slender and muscular without dieting (HELL NO!) or exercising. (I'm bad.)

-You give me this job I want for the fall...

-And as a result - giving me a guilt-free conscience to buy a watch as a grown-up present to myself.

-Oh and... Bring back Cinco de Mayo Robin.

THEN, I will maybe start to think about being a blind follower of yours.  Even if that means I have to be self-righteous, follow a bunch of commandments you may or may not have drafted, and God forbid, abstain from pre-marital sex.

Don't stone the heretic girl!