The New Yorker

the holiday party: was fun

the hors d'oeuvres: were silly

the margarita bar: was a problem

still have not managed to run into a. gopnik or s f-j.

a day won't change a thing

it's like finding home

in an old folk song

that you've never ever heard

still you know every word

and for sure you can sing along

--

five papers to write

four holiday parties to attend

three pages left in my journal

two coasts to say goodbye and hello to in

one week's time.

--

it snowed last night <3

--

i finished ulysses.

--

on a bit of a devendra banhart kick.

particularly bad girl from the

smokey rolls down thunder canyon album.

listen to it? 

--

reasons why i love my apartment/steph/colin:

you look good but you sound better

if you always get up late,

you're never gonna be on time.

and that's a shame--

less than two weeks

i'll be home by dec 15th.

lost and ffffound

(here, here, and here)