January 2010
35 posts
this is why i love
from heather, in response to my previous post:
“you may be a bull in a china shop, but you’re my bull… and i love you.”
<3
December 2009
29 posts
it is my belief that we all go through life like bulls in a china shop.i smashed seven plates and chipped two wine glasses yesterday. there are shards of glass all over the floor.
…i think if i’m not careful, i might cut one of my feet.
no stereotypes there, really.
everything about me screams “waitress”. my short, often unpolished fingernails, the too-short tendrils of hair that wiggle their way out of my ponytail and into my face, the name tag proudly displaying my status as SEAFOOD EXPERT, down to the roommate i never see. it’s all there.
i’ve been waiting tables… excuse me, let’s use the politically correct term:...
sherlock holmes was absolutely
PERFECT.
probably my favorite movie of 2009, a tie with (500) days of summer. and the score was phenomenal.
GO SEE IT.
i'm dreaming of a white christmas
we pulled the thin white sheet over our heads and it fell like snow down around our ears. little bits of linen landed on my eyelashes and i tried to blink you away. you’ll have to forgive me; where i’m from, white christmases don’t exist. i’m not used to the magic yet.
10 things you want for Christmas:
1. money. 2. more hours at the Lob. 3. the zen of zombie. 4. michael buble/john mayer tickets. 5. butterflies. 6. pablo neruda/franz wright publications. 7. a day to sleep in till noon. 8. for all my bills to pay themselves. 9. (500) days of summer. 10. a private jet. (think of the possibilities!)
9 musicians/bands you love:
1. damien rice. 2. brand new. 3. ray...
brandy alexander.
sometimes i am, without a doubt, the luckiest girl in the world. heather wrote a blog about us. she sees us each so purely, so clearly. feist, who always reminds me of leah, is playing in the background as i sit at my desk, here at 2:37 am, and try to wipe away the tears that leak from the corners of my eyes. we’ll all have wrinkles there one day, little crow’s feet from smiling too...
i gave her advice because she asked for it. just home from her semester at sea, she told me, ”i feel like i went out into the world to find answers, but i only came back with more questions.”
what she doesn’t know is: that’s how i feel every day.
in response
to myself: chill out.
1 tag
exactly:
what do you think about the most?
The average person tells 4 lies a day, or 1460 a...
(via mostimportantday)
in your atmosphere- john mayer, where the light...
subsequently.
i saved that picture from last summer to my desktop. we’re both looking at the camera, huge smiles on our sundrunk (and real drunk) faces. i don’t remember where we were, what we were supposed to be doing, or why i look so pale, but your hand was on my waist and i like(d) that.
and i really, really should just keep this kind of thing to myself.
shannon marie
is learning how to be soft.
is not going to cut her hair again.
is dancing around her room to john mayer.
should probably start writing her history paper.
(has an avoidance complex.)
lifeword.
i think i’ve found it.
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so here i am, a 21 year old music student, in the middle of the most hectic week of my life: finals week. seriously, i don’t even know how i have the time to procrastinate enough to write this blog. today i left the house at 7:45 am, only to crunch through the 5 inches of snow. i took a music history final, margie’s for coffee to keep me awake, finished...
“Harry: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally: Why not?...”
– .when harry met sally. (via birdbymarie)
FAVORITE
eeeep!
the north central review is going to publish three of my poems in their next issue. (oh my goddddd!) they asked me for a short bio, 50 words or less. here it is:
Shannon McAleb is currently studying vocal performance at the University of Northern Colorado. Her greatest ambition in life is to survive the zombie apocalypse.
inappropriate? probably. but i think it’s great and lighthearted and...
