leaves

every time i have a birthday, i go through these cheesy questions about my year. i liked it because i could go back and see what i used to listen to, read, etc. i didn't do it this year. i don't know why. well, yes, i do know why. every time i wrote them, i'd write what i thought was a cool answer, not necessarily the truth. i wanted to create an alternate me that i could look back on and be like "wow, i was a cool kid." i remember when i first joined the world of facebook i felt this way too. i needed to seem interesting to other people. how pathetic is that? why do we feel the need to create ourselves for other people? that was a few years ago, luckily, and i've had time to reconsider. sometimes people get so into "i don't care what you think me!!one!1" that they end up still trying to fulfill some expectation. i went through that stage too. how obnoxious. now i stick to simplicity. and it's freeing.


what i'm listening to (for realz): "lullaby mountain" by the acorn
what i'm reading (ditto): one day in the life of ivan denisovich (russian names are really entertaining)