driving like speed
May. 2nd, 2001 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireSo I drove to get out the anger and the pain and the frustration. I find myself getting in the car these days and turning up the stereo because it is the only place I can be alone and scream as loud as I want. The good part is driving in Austin is always so dangerous that I don't even have to try. When I'm feeling angry I'll race little pretentious boys in Hondas ont he highway, me and my little old car. Yeah I know. My one sin is taking corners too hard, and slamming on the accelerator.
I felt my fifteen year old self, who listened to Tool and L7, because their screams were my screams, and it was so much louder on the stereo. I needed that, I needed to remember that I am still alive, that I am still me, that it is okay really somewhere.
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Hard to think that one can gain from a tragedy. But I was pleased in my heart to see the Daily Texan had scooped all the major papers on the University Towers story, and that Jeff Healey's photo ran on the front page of both the Austin and Houston papers.
I gave my government professor Nishino the highest marks and a page of comments. Something about those people who get their PhDs at Princeton... they are all so cool. I think I might want to get my PhD there too. Except that I should learn German. Eek. Well, at least my final government essay is written. I might go by his office and ask about Israel. We never touched on America's position on Israel, and I would be interested in what he has to say. How wonderful that I enjoyed one of my core classes so much.
Listening to my roommate's music is killing my writing mood. So many thoughts were racing in my head, competing with the road for my attention. But I just can't listen to Brahms and write like that. There is a place for this music and it is not here. Going to go back to my room and listen to my Long Roads mix cd. Everything will be alright.
I felt my fifteen year old self, who listened to Tool and L7, because their screams were my screams, and it was so much louder on the stereo. I needed that, I needed to remember that I am still alive, that I am still me, that it is okay really somewhere.
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Hard to think that one can gain from a tragedy. But I was pleased in my heart to see the Daily Texan had scooped all the major papers on the University Towers story, and that Jeff Healey's photo ran on the front page of both the Austin and Houston papers.
I gave my government professor Nishino the highest marks and a page of comments. Something about those people who get their PhDs at Princeton... they are all so cool. I think I might want to get my PhD there too. Except that I should learn German. Eek. Well, at least my final government essay is written. I might go by his office and ask about Israel. We never touched on America's position on Israel, and I would be interested in what he has to say. How wonderful that I enjoyed one of my core classes so much.
Listening to my roommate's music is killing my writing mood. So many thoughts were racing in my head, competing with the road for my attention. But I just can't listen to Brahms and write like that. There is a place for this music and it is not here. Going to go back to my room and listen to my Long Roads mix cd. Everything will be alright.
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Re: tool in the morning is powerful stuff.
Date: 2001-05-03 09:32 am (UTC)i was trying to decide yesterday. yeah, i like them :)