tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21555254879797873192011-06-08T08:32:06.824+02:00Laurenenoreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-74136267074232989222009-01-12T05:40:00.002+01:002009-01-12T06:29:54.489+01:00

it's always coffee, neutralizing my worries and comforts. its subtlety that stays and stays. it isn't a flash of euphoria or a defeated after effect.sunday mornings are worth picking apart, gently. the date, the weather, the company, the setting, the garments, the calmness, the mentality, the words.love the agony, write it out till its creation sounds more beautiful than to attain.

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-22177284734219953622008-12-19T12:34:00.008+01:002008-12-19T13:06:17.675+01:00

this morning, god is the sunlight seeping through a cracked window pane, playing patterns on top of already patterned walls.he's the empty bottle of shiraz, lying naked and abused at my feeta culprita victima life snuffed out in a single nightbut with a destiny fulfilled.he's the hearty voiced butcher singing out his sales in the market street belowclicking heels on cobblestone streets are his

hyejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04001876763914176135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-77558645019869950172008-12-09T01:29:00.004+01:002008-12-09T01:41:45.556+01:00

i am a completely muddled being, so engrossed by the texture of my fingers that i never stop to feel what they have been touching. i ignore the patterns all around me it's sickening to know that there is a limitation in existence that i have planted and cultivated myself, with my own two unfeeling hands. how to seehow to condition oneself into sensitivitywhat is the point if we aren't caringhow

hyejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04001876763914176135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-36411112984450480742008-12-03T16:16:00.002+01:002008-12-03T16:54:10.220+01:00

confused this morning.waking up to a picture text of a makeupless friend. why does she keep sending me these pictures and why is she taking them?i was about to send her a picture back but i fell too quickly back asleep.then i woke up again. my shelving next to me was glowing. i turned around saw another sunrise on the 7 building through the missing blind in the window. i wanted to take a picture

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-20011206372086905352008-11-08T18:39:00.005+01:002008-11-08T18:44:58.489+01:00

There never was much to begin with, just sorry eyes and an expectant cheek turned up toward the sky.Eventually the sinking recognition that imploring gestures would never be satisfied overcame all expectations, and I succumbed to heavy lids and walked down a dusty back road back to my dusty apartment.That's how I came to be where I started, and that's where my boots will always lead.Or so it

hyejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04001876763914176135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-33043882195511339192008-11-07T19:42:00.003+01:002008-11-07T22:53:09.026+01:00

Or dehydrated?I woke up at 5:30, too dark outside.went to sleep.I woke up at 6:00, too dark outside.went to sleep.I woke up at 6:30, I washed my face, got my stuff, walked outside.Weather is perfect, the leaves are perfect, another seemingly gray day.Two blocks down, left. Posture straight, expressionless.Train just boarding.Got on train, sat. watched.Thought of Europe. Trains will always remind

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-54411877844923517162008-10-17T17:08:00.010+02:002008-10-17T17:31:19.053+02:00

made a cup of strong coffee and poured it in my sumo wrestler tea mug. en route to school: drove to mcdownalds: purchased a one dollar sausage biscuit. asked the woman at the register for creamer. she was genuinely taken aback: didn't buy coffee, is asking for creamer. what's going on. i may have ruined her day.absent-mindedly carried the mug with me into class. after the fact, i felt it

shorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04864620756622668697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-28321071706673507192008-10-07T18:04:00.002+02:002008-10-07T18:24:37.733+02:00

this morning jackhammers are going off without reservei have a headache because i had too good of a sleep, too heavy of a sleepi dreamed a dream of closurei made coffee and couldnt taste it..

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-54667123288611144392008-10-03T13:14:00.005+02:002008-10-03T13:28:08.000+02:00

my tongue is stilled burned from a latte two days ago, my bottom lip recovering from a mild bee sting. my face is sore because i slept on my stomach without moving all night. my stomach is empty im tired of filling it everday with things that probably arent good for me but i like the freedom of it.my coffee maker is still not cleaned and my milk will expire in 9 days.this hum outside is so noisey

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-71524942025637562802008-09-21T22:07:00.030+02:002008-09-21T22:18:48.080+02:00

i went to bed around two a.m. and woke three times before finally getting up at eight. the first time was to roommate A and girl A, conversing in russian and going into his room. the second time was to roommate B and girl B, conversing loudly in english and going into his room. the third time was at maybe seven o clock or so to roommate B and girl B having loud sex. the screaming only lasted

shorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04864620756622668697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-50233297931203400222008-09-19T08:54:00.004+02:002008-09-19T09:00:28.823+02:00

i rode my bike to meet my friend for breakfast in a place that reeks of central western europe in every sense

shorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04864620756622668697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-21123607398511824922008-09-16T20:15:00.008+02:002008-09-16T20:36:26.876+02:00

I moved in a hurricane.The next morning felt all too staged and functional.These are mornings of beginnings-to-daysand I'd rather be having mornings that were not connected to any sort of day at all.

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-29744489060292242882008-09-16T15:57:00.003+02:002008-09-16T16:06:57.656+02:00

i don't enjoy my mornings anymore. they've shortened from dread, and not because of the earth slowly tipping away from the from the sun. dread of class. dread of work. i don't want to get up. they hate me there, you know? coffee is chugged instead of savored before i have to hop onto my bike and peddle away to my fate. now i know that i'm back.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832112434238041057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-83197682396912838122008-08-30T05:39:00.002+02:002008-08-30T05:45:09.836+02:00

most mornings this summer i've spent watching other people have good mornings, as they decisively or indesicively choose a pastry, better when it's raining and cool, and there's only a couple relaxed people who read in silence, which usually ends quickly with stampedes of mothers and crankies. but there are moments.

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-61289932531530163132008-08-27T06:38:00.002+02:002008-08-27T06:45:49.906+02:00

This morning my landlord woke me up to inform me that someone was going to patch up the hole in my ceiling, finally. I realized later that a smooth ceiling only traps the stench of smoke even more, which is why I'm on the deck at 12:45 AM trying to read and write and enjoy myself. Freezing to death. "No smoking in the house, we have carpet." Worst invention by far.After an hour of trying to sleep

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832112434238041057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-3226734644884565152008-05-03T07:50:00.000+02:002008-05-03T07:52:16.773+02:00

"I can't remember yesterday. I smoke my head off. I smoke weed all the damn time." --Keith RichardsDo you want to look like this guy?

LUKASnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-29530881441923710032008-04-28T02:34:00.002+02:002008-04-28T02:50:14.956+02:00

drunken blanketless sleep in a cold room+sparse resting+cigarettes+allergies+asthma=negligence x circumstance=sickmy mom has been having ominous dreams of my death which has given rise to a strengthening consensus in my home that there is something terribly wrong with me. last night i was in my bed staring at the postcard of john cleese i have taped to the ceiling breathing laboredly and dwelling

shorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04864620756622668697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-89541345663435403302008-04-02T05:50:00.002+02:002008-04-02T06:01:57.873+02:00

All I felt like doing this morning as I grappled for vibrating tones through squinted eyes while rubbing last night's mascara off my cheeks was to throw my phone across the room and tell it to go to hell. Which is exactly what I ended up doing. Pile on skipping school and hazelnut coffee and you've got yourself a perfect day of sticking it to the man. I need to do this more often.

hyejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04001876763914176135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-17549201015989284472008-03-28T13:12:00.004+01:002008-03-28T13:30:08.969+01:00

I woke up on the wrong side of pms. I am so irritated. As soon as the alarm sounded at 7:10, I knew I didn't want to go to work. But I'd already taken a day off earlier this week for the exact same reasons, so this was not a possibility, or was it? Upon reaching for my contact case, holding the very last of my contact supply, I found that it was missing. I looked to the blurry vision of my kitten

ZDAWG I MEAN CRUNKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605683791085044344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-6822318347066627112008-03-13T05:26:00.003+01:002008-03-13T05:39:34.085+01:00

I've put my pillow on the opposite side of the bed, so my head is right next to the window, which I leave open most nights. Waking up with the sun in your face is the only way to wake up, I have found.Unless you beat the sun, in which case proving that European residency is not necessary for morning bakery visits becomes of specific and special importance.So that is what I did. A friend and I

shorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04864620756622668697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-56272342032161408872008-03-09T16:53:00.002+01:002008-03-09T16:55:43.095+01:00

I forgot about the spring back this morning. Now instead of an hour of morning left, I have six minutes. I'm spending those six minutes watching my new kitten Fig meow through mouthfuls of food and tentatively investigate my apartment. Life is good.

ZDAWG I MEAN CRUNKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605683791085044344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-47037534710032126662008-02-29T14:34:00.018+01:002008-02-29T19:25:12.362+01:00

An interesting morning. Too bad none of the interesting events actually happened to me.Stayed with my mother last night since she was home alone and under the weather. Woke up early and sank a kiss into my half-sleeping mama's melting cheek. Then I left. Got a bag of cheddar and sour cream potato chips at a gas station to provide tasty, albeit unhealthy morning sustenance. Sat in traffic sleepily

ZDAWG I MEAN CRUNKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605683791085044344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-9838363849150949812008-02-28T10:44:00.004+01:002008-02-28T11:06:25.236+01:00

After two failed attempts at trying to score the perfect breakfast pastry, I gave the local cafe one more shot yesterday morning. I scoured the display glass apprehensively until I landed on the word "čokoláda." No more but-I-thought-it-was-a-chocolate-croissant mistakes. "Latte....ah. and uh ro-lah-da choh-coh-lah-da, prosim?" butchering the language of the lady behind the counter. 35 crowns for

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832112434238041057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-90383255377095672012008-02-27T00:20:00.003+01:002008-02-27T00:29:28.545+01:00

A million things entered my mind this morning as i dashed madly through the front door and back about five times.Contacts, 20 lb text book, ipod sitting primly in it's proper place on the speakers, cinnamon toast still in the toaster (ignored and forgotten in all of its burnt sugary glory), heels yanked forcefully over lotion-less skin, scarf wrapped around with skillful hands in an envious knot,

hyejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04001876763914176135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-5490169370796068002008-02-24T16:44:00.009+01:002008-02-25T15:44:09.628+01:00

My peaceful slumber was doth disturbed by two devious dwarves who usurped my comfortable bed last night. At 6:45 AM, an unruly mop top with a toothless grin stuck its head out of my bedroom doorway, wagged her tongue at me and slammed the door. I woke up with a grunt and stumbled to my bedroom. I tried to forcefully regain authority of my bed, but the devious dwarves squealed and kicked their six

ZDAWG I MEAN CRUNKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605683791085044344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-65351456603311690362008-02-23T03:17:00.001+01:002008-02-23T03:17:56.273+01:00

When I woke up I had only 2 minutes of morning left.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832112434238041057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-75423082586524775552008-02-22T17:38:00.002+01:002008-02-22T18:32:01.507+01:00

muted sounds of a sobbing voice on the other end of a duct-taped monstrosity of a phone broke my fitful dreams at 1 am this morning. i rolled over under the deflated half-fluffed pillow trying to erase the sounds keeping me between waking sighs and oblivion. the persistent voice crying so helplessly over a goddamn boy to the body next to me sleepily consoling her wouldn't allow this to be so.

hyejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04001876763914176135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-27898739491075285562008-02-20T20:43:00.002+01:002008-02-20T20:48:57.767+01:00

This morning I woke up to the incessant ringing of our dorm room phone, followed by my roommate's Hebrew croaks. I shoved my earplugs further down my ear hole, and pulled my blanket over my head and let out a little groan. Her mom always calls at 9 in the morning. A decent hour, but not by my standards.I finally woke up at 11, and realized I went to bed with my contacts on. I wore glasses today

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832112434238041057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-6145323365389665022008-02-19T15:28:00.007+01:002008-02-19T15:38:16.159+01:00

Had a egg and cheese bagel sandwich from across the street. The nice Korean lady at the deli winked at me and said "Early today." Don't normally do breakfast, but this morning the beast of hunger awoke in my belly and roused into full fire. Sandwich was delicious. Eggs over-easy and a nice slice of ultra-processed-orange Velveeta cheese exist as one of the most simplistic, but highly pleasing

ZDAWG I MEAN CRUNKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605683791085044344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-79699729354523520872008-02-18T17:05:00.006+01:002008-02-18T17:12:37.969+01:00

one of the first days i've rolled out of bed before my waltzing alarm in a while. i hear more within those stolen few minutes than i do when the screeching begins and mother snatches the sheets off the broken slumber the house has finally nestled into.the remainders of sweet waking dreams and hushed voices play like a broken record in my head. one of those worthless broken records you'll never

hyejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04001876763914176135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-83427953883688755042008-02-14T23:51:00.002+01:002008-02-14T23:57:15.879+01:00

"i think i'll go home and mull this over before i cram it down my throat"i changed the song on my alarm. refreshing.this morning i feel the effects of good conversations the night before. good, honest talks with unassuming-types.i'm going to carry around my leather bound italian notebook instead of the black and white compostion. my thoughts are recorded with more care and effort in the italian

shorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04864620756622668697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-36009340204372595812008-02-14T15:49:00.010+01:002008-02-14T16:10:45.432+01:00

It's still icy outside. Windy too. Again, I lingered at home longer than necessary because I didn't want to deal with the biting chill. I finally dragged my ass out to my car, but I was still late to work anyway due to a stop-over at 7-11. Cigarettes, Vitamin Water and a buffalo chicken taquito for breakfast. Mighty breakfast of the epicurean? I THINK SO. Trying to exit the 7-11 parking lot, I

ZDAWG I MEAN CRUNKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605683791085044344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-50038883470316714362008-02-13T23:02:00.002+01:002008-02-13T23:08:04.484+01:00

i will pretend that i had a guest for breakfast and that this is why there are two pastries on the plate. but it was just me and i only ate half.

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-64615127655089091212008-02-13T14:20:00.004+01:002008-02-13T21:47:42.067+01:00

This morning, I woke up ten minutes later than usual. Curling deeper into my well of blankets, I relished those extra scant minutes to half-consciously dream of a happy land full of nothing but sun-lit pillow trees and an earth made of mattresses. Then I woke up and looked outside. The sky was a nauseating gray and the parking lot outside my apartment building had that nice, deathly ice-sheen.

ZDAWG I MEAN CRUNKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605683791085044344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-78880182525927858912008-02-13T13:53:00.003+01:002008-02-13T13:59:29.145+01:00

This morning I woke up to my new roommate around 8:30. Apparently she's an early riser. I want to be one too, but one who's not exhausted, so I willed myself back to sleep until 9:40. I was excited that I didn't sleep past 10. I hobbled to the shower with my eyes still crusted shut to expedite my morning, but I ended up on the computer until almost noon anyway. I fantasized about finding a sweet,

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832112434238041057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-80328252975865701752008-02-13T13:31:00.002+01:002008-02-13T13:40:50.436+01:00

"[sipping noise] So there was this woman. And she was, uh, on an airplane flying to meet her fiance..."The song on my alarm needs to change.It's icy outside.The single window in my room tells me the back yard is frozen over. Trees branches looks frail and brittle.My laptop tells me school's delayed 2 hours. that means no class today.The dose of adrenaline in my blood right now from the new school

shorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04864620756622668697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-17128846843055610562008-02-12T18:35:00.000+01:002008-02-12T20:45:12.855+01:00

This morning I woke up at 7. Dana was moving in at 7:30. I quickly moved the beds over and accidentally gave myself the one with bad feng shui. I thought I won with better electrical sockets but she brought a power strip for European sockets. I lose. My last morning alone. This time I didn't tease my hair. I may stop caring soon.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05832112434238041057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-60744132929222716202008-02-11T03:52:00.000+01:002008-02-11T03:54:48.490+01:00

Today's 10:01 was a series of discoveries, discoveries that in a wild fall of abandon I had done many things I hadn't expected. I had stung both hands, but knew that, I had bruised both legs and broken a shoelace and landed on communication. And it was in two pieces, and still ringing.Like flying, but much faster.

tnanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2155525487979787319.post-63387310157716792412008-02-07T12:02:00.000+01:002008-02-11T10:05:58.353+01:00

this morning I woke up at 8 instead of 9. I quickly got dressed and put on my new brown sunglasses and walked out of the apartment. I walked downtown and went to Migros to buy a danish. I picked at the danish and walked slowly back. I listened to Sufjan and was glad it was thursday, fridays don't even matter anymore. My internet wasn't working so I sat back in bed and read 9 Stories by Salinger.

Laurenenoreply@blogger.com0