coachella

yeah yeah yeahs were near life-affirming (but why didn't they play art star?!) and i still can't believe robert smith was in front of me. no comment about the severe length of the cure's set though... the entire thing lasted three and a half hours and included three encores. crazy stuff. i'm sad that i didn't get to stay longer for the kills and that i barely managed to catch devandra banhart... though thankfully he did save carmensita for last!

to illustrate how great it was, i didn't even notice the sweltering desert heat. (it was a consistent 100 degrees throughout the day.) next year i'm definitely attending all three days.

twelve hours

stale air, sun on my back, breeze in my face and other people's conversations drifting in and out. since high school days i've developed a liking for people watching on public transportation. friday was no different. i've always wondered where all of these people came from and where they are each headed. only in elevators and public transportation do such strange groupings of people come together. i wonder what impressions i'm giving the other people watchers. i'd like to start a conversation with the man in orange, and ask him how he lost his right hand. maybe that makes me rude and maybe i'm just nosy, probably both. i just think it is a shame that people are so very disconnected from one another.

pitiful pathetic post

i
feel
like
dying.

i hate being sick. the past three days have been terrible... need to get better asap because a) my dear friends are visiting this weekend and b) the next three weeks will consist of three papers, coachella, and three midterms. no time to waste. i've been sleeping early, drinking water, keeping warm and taking various cold meds, but nothing seems to be working! any suggestions?

so glamorous

napoleon crossing the saint-bernard in 1800, as depicted by jacques-louis david. you are probably familiar with this image, but did you know that napoleon actually made the journey on the back of a donkey? (i didn't.) hilarious.