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Jul. 29th, 2003 04:33 pmI had forgotten I ordered these October Project CDs.
Suddenly I am heading towards 21 years of age again, on the verge of life. The world is filled with all-nighters and back strain from textbooks. My world is as small as the expanse of cornfields west of Chicago. My emotions are high, and they bob along in a giddy sort of way, because how could I know, how could I know what the next year, the next 5 years would hold for me?
I had bangs back then, and my face was so young that when I started working at a high school, I had to constantly dig out my Staff ID in order to identify myself to the security people there. I wore shoes to tatters, I dyed my hair every shade of auburn imaginable. I had a UNIX account, no web. I wondered about where I'd move. At one point I even thought about Colorado.
This music is late-night radio DJ girl picking a random CD out from the third tier stacks. This is sweet, evocative music. Mary Fahl's no longer haunting the tracks with her voice, but Marina Belica's no slouch.
Lovely stuff.
Suddenly I am heading towards 21 years of age again, on the verge of life. The world is filled with all-nighters and back strain from textbooks. My world is as small as the expanse of cornfields west of Chicago. My emotions are high, and they bob along in a giddy sort of way, because how could I know, how could I know what the next year, the next 5 years would hold for me?
I had bangs back then, and my face was so young that when I started working at a high school, I had to constantly dig out my Staff ID in order to identify myself to the security people there. I wore shoes to tatters, I dyed my hair every shade of auburn imaginable. I had a UNIX account, no web. I wondered about where I'd move. At one point I even thought about Colorado.
This music is late-night radio DJ girl picking a random CD out from the third tier stacks. This is sweet, evocative music. Mary Fahl's no longer haunting the tracks with her voice, but Marina Belica's no slouch.
Lovely stuff.
