every dawn gets its day

if i wasn't so exhausted, i would try to spark more chatter like with my last post. but i'm in my room that i haven't been in since january second listening to my favorite band the matches' new album "a band in hope" (say it out loud for the full effect) and i can't remember the last time i was this content. i've been happy the past months, but not necessarily content. watched by all the pictures of my walls, i'm letting a string of aborted ideas run through my mind, trying to decide what to write to the general vassar community. and i have nothing to say except that don't take any moment for granted because you don't know what pitch life is going to throw you next.

vivalawhitegirl