T U S K

Fleetwood Mac's Tusk

This song is such a song. I have no idea why I love it so much, but it's so enthralling in the strangest way. 

Don't say that you love me, 

just tell me that you want me,

Tusk, just say that you want me.

Oh, brotha'...

The more this day drags on the more I desire a binge-fest of My So-Called Life, even if it does lack Claire Danes crying more than some of her other work. 

And this, of course...

Oh, Jordan/Jared, I always want to move those stray hairs from your eyes in the worst ways...

Oh, well, I s'pose I'll just have to wait until time travel happens.

Last Resorts

I have finally decided to stop spending money before I officially go broke. 

Until then, I am going to make a Pinterest board that is going to include the things I want to purchase in the future:

http://pinterest.com/goldiemcneil/boards/

Also, the first thing that's going to go on is this robe thing from free people

P.S. I also keep a Polyvore

http://gradymcneil.polyvore.com/

Summer Crossing by Truman Capote

are there words to describe my love for this story?

no, i can't find enough.

first, there's copper-haired 17-year-old grady who wants so badly to be loved and to love. she's terribly misunderstood. her mother loves her without really liking her. 

and then there's clyde manzer, the 21-year-old man grady loves but who can't really decide if he loves her back. you see, he's a rough-and-tumble guy from brooklyn who's pretty much engaged to someone else.

...and they're crazy together, but their scenes are somehow madly romantic in the way they're simple yet confusing. intentions are always blurred and as the reader, you get to decipher everything clyde says to his future teenaged bride and interpret it as you wish. 

but alas, shit always happens and this book's ending is somehow flawless and works, even if it does make the reader want to bang their face into a wall repeatedly. 

favorite passage:

A long while: and Clyde too much a part of it: she wished him dead. Like the Queen of Hearts, forever shouting off with their heads, it was all in her fancy, for Clyde had done nothing to warrant the severity of execution: that he should be engaged was not criminal, he was within his rights absolutely: for what in fact were her claims on him? There were none she could present; because, unadmitted but central in her feelings, she'd had always a premonition of briefness, a knowledge that he could not be sewn into the practical material of her future: indeed, it was because of this almost that she'd chosen to love him: he was to be, or was to have been, the yesteryear fires reflecting on snows soon enough to fall. Before she quit the mirror she'd seen that all weathers are unpredictable: the temperature was dropping, snows were already upon her.

Pgs 68-69

black buzz

it's a beautiful end-of-May day and I have the sunburn from hell, but this is a glorious day. I'm in the moment. I have a best friend whom I love, a book, and two swimming pools. I'm not thinking of the future. I'm thinking of only now. I'm not worried about a boy or any boy at all. I'm thinking of how good the sun feels even as my shoulders are almost to the point of blistering. This is May 27th, 2013. Nothing else, just that.

Deerhunter

My favorite band! They have a new album and a new lineup that still includes my #1 musician crush, Lockett Pundt, and my favorite musician in general, the always-entertaining Bradford Cox.

Fatherly Life Lessons from the genius F. Scott Fitzgerald

Papa knows best...