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it's for my motion class- my final project is to animate a poem, so I'm doing the love song of J Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot.
This is just part of it- I'll post the rest later, should anyone care.

My roommate helped me out in a major way- she did all the makeup and pressed the shutter while I stayed in the chair.

whaddya think?

with the $9 sale and a lot of shirts i like being in stock, and then another shirt from another site...



my wallet is crying

or rather
it will be crying.... from joy thinkin' about how awesome i'll look in those new shirts

Castro is resigning this week, after the longest reign in Cuban history (over fifty years).

read more here.

okay.

I hope this isn't too personal for the blogs... I want some blatant answers, and I know you threadlessians are really good at that! ^^ And also, that you have quite a bit to say in this department. I've asked my usual (real life!) girl-talk sources and they've been unclear (understandably). I'm trying to gather as much opinion as possible so I can move forward in the best way, and am prepared for the onslaught of the internet.

So... I need some girl talk (boys are welcome to contribute) and possibly strategery. I'm just going to start from the beginning.

I've never had a boyfriend, or for that matter, a romantic interest that went beyond "oh he's cute! ::swoon::" I'm in the dark here.

There's this boy, and we've been all hand-holdy and huggy for the last six weeks, essentially since we met. That's great! But I don't know if I'm being clingy or over-thinking it or what... He doesn't call me, or text, but when we do talk it seems very natural and can go on for hours without us realizing how much time has passed. I can feel something, an attraction and a draw from him, when we are holding hands and stuff that I don't feel with other people. We have a lot in common, and have similar thought processes and senses of humor. It's uncanny how much we have in common, down to the names we gave our pets. He's dabbled in my major while I've dabbled in his, so we can talk about what we are doing and actually understand each other. I feel like I've known him for a long time, and like I'd like to know him for a long time to come (mushy, I know).

He has a lot of work to do (both of us are first-years in college, he's an engineer with lots of science and computer science to keep him busy [I've seen it firsthand, he's not lying]. I'm an art kid with loads of free time this quarter), and our class schedules and homework loads don't always work out, so his time is sparse, but I've become part of the group he hangs out with most regularly and I fit in really well. I was invited to their study groups, even though I'm not in their classes. (I get a lot of work done regardless!) I've become friends with the people in the group, so much that I can call them and hang out without him being there to justify my presence. When I'm around him and his friends, we are sometimes recognized as a couple by people I've just met but who are good friends of his.

The other night, we were talking, and it ended up being very early in the morning (try 5:30 am). We were both really sleepy and worn out, and my dorm is across campus, so he offered for me to stay over (kind of a, "baby it's cold outside" [and dark, and early] thing). He suggested different arrangements, including sleeping in a separate bed or in the same bed, and I said I would rather sleep with him. So I spent the night (just sleeping, folks, but close quarters) in his bed with him. We slept all day, and barring further description, it was really nice. He's honorable. I missed it the next night... I'm no hussy, I wouldn't have done that unless I really felt comfortable with him, and he proposed it so I know he was on board.

So I'm getting to the point (I've been at this point for a while, actually, but knew it was too early) where I want to talk with him about what he thinks "we" are, if there is a "we." Have any of you done this before?
How did your relationship, well, become a relationship? Should I do this? Is this one of those "talks" that you just don't have?
I am scared to be one of those lovesick girls who doesn't know what the hell she's doing and inadvertently screws up something that was perfectly fine or on the road to being something awesome if she took it slow.
Should I back off, or pursue, just see what happens, or what?
Part of me wants to hold back, the other wants to pin him against the wall so he gets the message. He might like that, actually.

I don't want to screw this up, because I really like him. I just... want to know I'm not making up something that doesn't exist. I don't want to set myself up for a bigger fall later on by doing nothing. I want to check that I'm not alone in this situation.


How did you find yourself, well, part of a "we?"


Thoughts please. here are several cookies for reading the whole thing, and giving advice if you have it.

Quick question-
What site do you use to post songs in blogs? (so they actually play... )
I've seen it done, and need to use it somewhere else.

Thanks!

I just started learning acoustic guitar!
So far I've picked up a few chords... but in the end I would really like to be able to play chords and be able to pick [without reading sheet music and tabs].
Any suggestions/advice for good first songs to learn (that aren't nursery rhymes or children's songs) or free places to get info from?
I can't really get lessons... but I am willing to work at it and practice.

I am allergic to cats.


however, I am not allergic to LOLCATS!
::puts out saucer of milk and can of tuna::
here, lolkitty!

Post some LOLcats for me to wake up to!

excerpt from blog.

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I spent my lunch hour lying on a grassy hill. Initially, I had planned on studying, but after 20 minutes or so of The Wealth of Nations , I made an executive decision to stop. I popped some earphones in, and listened to music that felt like it was playing just for me. Have you ever been listening to music, and it just fits perfectly? I listened to the sweeping melodies, and watched the rustling leaves and the effects of the breeze. Light danced through the trees as people walked briskly by with intent. All were in tune, exquisitely timed. The sun warmed my back, and the breeze cooled it. My mind was clear. I felt balance, and, despite my scratchy throat and runny nose, I felt natural and elegant. Part of nature. That was where I was supposed to be at that moment, nowhere else. Without sleeping, I closed my eyes and reveled in that consciousness and assurance. I want to find that feeling as often as possible.
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I just saw Sigor Ros and their new film, Heima.



consider my mind blown.

iceland is g o r g e o u s .

I hate getting rejected... especially when it's something you thought you'd be perfect for.
damn.