We Died Young, But It's Okay

Well, as my two favorite people have already stated, Livejournal is so over. Oh high school stuff, hah. But I need to continue writing. A lot. I contemplated just keeping things to myself but I need it. I don't think much about anything while I'm at school, except the next deadline, or trying to juggle relationships so that everyone is decently placated.

I am extremely happy though. It's all I can do to stand up under the staggering weight of so much good fortune. That's all I'm going to say on the subject right now. I refuse to talk about people.

Listening to music and looking at art books (right now I'm on Keith Haring...I love the guy's art, although I could do without the repetition of some of the same images over and over again in his early work...like the radiant babies, hyenas, dancing people and penises, penises, penises. You were gay, you died of AIDs, I'm sorry that that happened and you were so young, but we GET it. Or maybe I don't. I wasn't alive then and I don't know how it was.) I kind of wish again that I was one of those crazy people, making art for art's sake, dancing and drinking and living the life of the homeless, running recklessly without limits:

"falling in and out of love with one another, having sex, hailing cabs, riding in limos, boarding UFOs, celebrating life, flirting with death, inspiring one another, ripping each other off, getting their names on the list, finally getting their parents' attention, finally feeling like they fit in, never getting enough, overdosing on too much too soon...wanting to be noticed, pretending not to care..."

I own the Jeff Buckley version of Hallelulah and I didn't realize it until this exact moment when it came up on shuffle. Long live a beautiful song without exaggerated vibrato.

Tomorrow I may go to the beach, and I will definitely make chocolate chip cookies and watch chick flicks with Kristen. I am going to get up early, and work out, and actually eat breakfast, and drink coffee.

I love you.