FREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I deactivated both my Facebook and Myspace and as I suspected, I feel a little less burdened. I'm in a clean out mood. I got rid of a bunch of stuff on my computer and if I had any personal belongings to speak of I'm sure I'd be laying waste to them as well. I left the following message for facebook explainign my departure.

Online social networking isn't helping my real life at all. If anything, it keeps me from actively connecting with the real world. I'm going to start calling people again, writing them letters, leaving cookies on their doorstep, giving them a real hug. All the virtual gifts in the world can't compare to that. Sometimes you just want to be in the same room with someone, breathing the same air, knowing you're not alone.

A bit dramitic, sure, but I'm feeling that way. The leaves are falling in waves now and the cold has a bite. Grey skies above press down on us as we scurry below from building to building. The season of rain and wind and woodfires is here and I'd be doing a disservice to the weather if I din't let it get to me just a bit : )

Long drive home again.

I've been listening to the Peppers to school and back. Road music. The fall colors are beautiful but sort of upsetting. Bright warnings of the impending winter. Anyway, the Peppers are very California/ summertime and bring a kind of warmth into their music. The same way Soundgarden always sounds like rain. Neither have really been much help though. I'm in a viciously tragic cello mood, yo-yo-ma. Which is why Anthony Kiedis is the post picture. He's pretty. Well, not in a traditional sense, but he cheers me up.
(Note: I had this sort of traditional hot-dude picture of him before but that has no connection at all to how I think of him...which is as a clown. So this look suits him better.)

Octobre

the wind howls in the trees. the leaves fall in grand swirls, kicking up under car tires and coming to rest on the chilly ground. I wake up, spend five minutes thinking how FREEZING the world is outside my blankets, fling the covers back, throw myself down the stairs and jump into the bliss that is a hot shower. If only my car heater was as instant. Stephen Colbert is wearing brilliant cowboy boots underneath his interview desk this evening. I'm going to bed.