home on the range

i am in chicago, waiting for summer to begin. i feel like i'm in limbo, waiting, waiting, waiting.
purgatory.
i hope something happens soon.
in the mean time, i'm reading a biography of jim morrison which is making me really dislike both him and the author. thinking about flames that never died. spending way too much time at home. eating coffee beans. i'm trying really hard to create something.
i'm planning a music video for seth's new song shiver.
i'm attempting to contact jeff buckley's mother to get permission (and if i do, interviews) to write a biography of jeff buckley.
and honestly, i'm really missing new york city.

i thought i'd never say that.

to do:
1. get a job.
2. get a trim.
3. hang out with eli to make up for the 4 years i should have hung out with him instead of talking to him online like the chicken i am.
4. cast music video.
5. stop listening to songs on loop (currently seth's shiver and jeff buckley's hallelujah)
6. read some of the 40 books i purchased over winter break and resist the urge to buy more.
7. smoke more hookah (shorten life span by aproximately 3 years)
8. get a tan (shorten life span by approximately 5 more years)
9. get drunk with my high school friends (shorten lifespan by approximately 5 more years)
10. do something to lengthen my life span (like... ?)

11. accept the fact that i will die young and probably not leave a beautiful corpse...