Aspiring artist, recovering fangirl.
In my spare time I watch SoapNet and follow aged rock stars around the country.
Carthago delenda est
And NEIL YOUNG just filed for divorce after 36 YEARS.
I know I’ve gotten weird about this since my parents, but all celebrity divorces now deeply sadden me. Like, I was distraught by the Melanie Griffith/Antonio Banderas thing, and we all knew that was coming. But NEIL and PEGI? Cinnamon Girl?
I am amazed that anyone is optimistic enough to get married. I really, really am.
Movers are here picking up my mother’s things. A massive percentage of our home is just being lifted up and carried across the park to an apartment I never want to see. I leave for East Hampton tomorrow and when I come back on Monday she will be gone and I really don’t know how large a part of my life she will have. My mother. My best friend.
And I have grad school orientation today and a date tonight so I’m trying to avoid getting cry-face. It’s going to be a long one.
“That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air… Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”
Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose (via juliettetang)