i think i'm going to start liking leslie gore

At the moment, all I really want is an overweight cat, my dad to move out to Portland, and a great books education at a not-great-books college. I've been spending my nighttimes studying Latin in the basement of a science library among books that smell like dust and listening to songs that I (resentfully) recognize would've 'defined me' six months ago; I really wish liking your taste was the same as liking you, and I wish I didn't feel so one dimensional. Also, why the hell do I keep dreaming that I'm dying?

But, heyhey, there are fireworks tonight, and I won't be doing any sort of psychedelic acrobatics, so let's hope I can keep my composure, especially since I lovelove Chicago.