We could make babies and accidental songs...

damien rice is pure. raw energy and emotion that leave your head awhirl. anyone who's ever had a broken heart and/or a hope for love to come can find relation in his lyrics. for me, they border on biographical. i'm not sure that is a good thing, but it feels good. he is one of those rare writers whose song makes you remember who you are and what you've felt and what all that means to you now. and if you really get it, you cry. you laugh. you smile. you grow. and you hope.

if you pick up a copy of his latest, "9," be sure to check out these tracks: elephant, rootless tree, accidental babies, and rat within the grain. dogs is a good change of pace after those.

soon i will know if my holding out will pay off. i' m going to interview at emmanuel college in two weeks. it could be a bust. or it could be the single biggest thing to ever happen to me. either way, i'll be moving on to the next phase come january. i mean that figuratively and literally. if i don't get this job, i'm getting out of here. where? i hear portland is nice...

i find that if i've got something to occupy my time, then smoking isn't hard not to do. when i'm at work, or talking to certain people, i forget all about it. i think it's gonna be easier than i thought. but still tougher than kicking smack.

i've never done heroin, just to clarify. that's just what i've heard.

i think i'll chronicle quitting here in this blog. that'll help. but then i'll have to post everyday to talk about what's happened, and why i need a cigarette, and what it was like not having one. all my loyal readers will be busy checking up on my progress every day.

i like the cold coming back. i miss scarves. girls with scarves and cute hats are probably one of my favorite things about winter time. but mostly, the scarves.

i have no date for this wedding thing this weekend. i think i already mentioned that, but i wanted to talk about it again because even my fall back, my little sister, said no. please get a good chuckle out of it.

seriously, damien. get outta my head.