Tuesday, July 22, 2003

tonight brock decided that the open-mic thing wasn't such a great idea after all, i guess, or that he just wasn't up for it. so he, elise, and i were going to go have our sonic poetry night. then he wasn't even allowed to go out, anyway, so i guess it was better that we weren't going to do something he REALLY cared about. so elise came to my house and we walked over to sonic loaded with poetry anthologies. i brought a few of my own notebooks, because i REALLY REALLY want a day where we read our own things to each other.... that just feels like a really close, personal, beautiful thing to me, and i wanted to have that day with brock and elise. anyway though. so elise and i basically took turns reading poems to each other... i read out of a few compiled books by a bunch of different people, but elise stuck with this james tate book. not that he isn't great and everything. it was an okay night... we talked for a little bit. i don't feel like we accomplished too much or anything. then i came home and brock was online, so we wrote some punk songs. i love our late nights. *claws* anyway i think i am going to try to go call elise.

listening to: lunachicks - the return of brickface and stucco

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