Wednesday, October 29, 2003
22, Going on 80
In an effort to distract myself from the sheer misery this joblessness has cast upon me, I'm learning to knit. A sudden inspiration from the Oprah hour has me determined to crank out scarves, hats and mittens for those I love this holiday season; however, the way things are going, they might all end up with hand-crafted potholders and dishrags. As it stands now, I'm only slightly less miserable and my hands hurt.
#
#
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Too Soon
August 1969-October 2003
I'd like to say we were friends. His words, his amazing melodies, the way he haunted many a walk to school certainly made him a constant and admired companion. When I read that he died, that I, and the rest of the world, have been robbed of his genius, I cried like I would at the passing of a friend. I'd like to say we will always be friends. Those words, those melodies will haunt me still, maybe now more than ever.
Elliot, I'll miss you friend.
"if i didn't know the difference living alone'd probably be ok
it wouldn't be lonely
i got a long way to go
i'm getting further away
alot of hours to occupy, it was easy when i didn't know you yet
things i'd have to forgetbut i better be quiet now
i'm tired of wasting my breath
carrying on and getting upset
maybe i got a problem, but that's not what i wanted to say
i'd prefer to say nothing.
i got a long way to go
i'm getting further away
wish i knew what you're doing
and why you want to do it this way, so i can't go the distance
i got a long way to go
i'm getting further away"
~"I'd better be quiet now", Elliot Smith
#
I'd like to say we were friends. His words, his amazing melodies, the way he haunted many a walk to school certainly made him a constant and admired companion. When I read that he died, that I, and the rest of the world, have been robbed of his genius, I cried like I would at the passing of a friend. I'd like to say we will always be friends. Those words, those melodies will haunt me still, maybe now more than ever.
Elliot, I'll miss you friend.
"if i didn't know the difference living alone'd probably be ok
it wouldn't be lonely
i got a long way to go
i'm getting further away
alot of hours to occupy, it was easy when i didn't know you yet
things i'd have to forgetbut i better be quiet now
i'm tired of wasting my breath
carrying on and getting upset
maybe i got a problem, but that's not what i wanted to say
i'd prefer to say nothing.
i got a long way to go
i'm getting further away
wish i knew what you're doing
and why you want to do it this way, so i can't go the distance
i got a long way to go
i'm getting further away"
~"I'd better be quiet now", Elliot Smith
#
The house has been in pieces lately, ripped apart to accomodate the massive renovations. New "wood" floors, new carpet, incoming furniture and everything I own boxed up for mobility's sake. Not that it matters, though, I have what I need to make it through most days; plaid pajama pants, clean underthings, remote controls, cell phone, and fuzzy slippers.
I remind me of this woman I read about in a book. Her name was Claire and her husband left her on the day their child was born so she moved from the big city to her tiny home town to live with her parents and hide from the world. Her parents were crazy and her younger siblings were ridiculous and moody. She never left the house and stayed in her pjs most of the time. Take out the child/dirty husband thing and it's practically me. Eventually, she met someone new and she changed into regular clothes and joined the living world once again. I have every intention of doing the same, only I have yet to find the right thing to push me in that direction. Somedays, when it's nice outside, I think about leaving the house, the state, the country, but ultimately distract myself with some random PBS documentary or endless games of Freecell or Bookworm.
Things could be looking up, or, at least, less down. I'm talking to a woman about interviewing for a job I would love, love, LOVE but have only a chance of actually attaining. It's still progress, though, right?
#
I remind me of this woman I read about in a book. Her name was Claire and her husband left her on the day their child was born so she moved from the big city to her tiny home town to live with her parents and hide from the world. Her parents were crazy and her younger siblings were ridiculous and moody. She never left the house and stayed in her pjs most of the time. Take out the child/dirty husband thing and it's practically me. Eventually, she met someone new and she changed into regular clothes and joined the living world once again. I have every intention of doing the same, only I have yet to find the right thing to push me in that direction. Somedays, when it's nice outside, I think about leaving the house, the state, the country, but ultimately distract myself with some random PBS documentary or endless games of Freecell or Bookworm.
Things could be looking up, or, at least, less down. I'm talking to a woman about interviewing for a job I would love, love, LOVE but have only a chance of actually attaining. It's still progress, though, right?
#
