I trekked almost 1.5 miles today to the Borders in Westwood to study. I can never study in my room. Here, now, I am seated in the middle of Seattle's Best Coffee, trying to wean my taste buds off sugar by drinking iced coffee with only soymilk (it's really bitter). Earbuds plugged into my charging netbook (hence, instead of at a table overlooking the busy street I'm forced to sit by a table behind a column - the only table with access to an outlet) my brain's gears tick in time to trance.
Beautiful Things (Gabriel & Dresden's Unplugged Mix) - I could listen to this song forever
Find Yourself ( John O'Callaghan ft Sarah Howells) - the first song that really got me into trance
Love All The Pain Away - Ronski Speed
Man on the Run (Dash Berlin with Cerf, Mitiska & Jaren) - the vocals for this song are amazing
at 12:23pm, I have officially given up on bitter coffee.
at 1:27pm, I try streaming Last.fm on my phone, because the wi-fi at Borders snags a lot
at 1:28pm, I realize my phone's music-playing capabilities are no match for even the laggiest of wi-fi.
I've been listening to Tiesto for the last hour (:
Secretly I'm jealous of those girls who listen to breathy french music and wear camel colored trench coats with black shorts and sky-high ankle boots. They rock breezy layered frayed oversized shirts and fifteen rings on one hand. Pictures of them are usually expertly processed to look vintage, with soft glowing light and slightly desaturated hues. Sometimes I wonder- how do they find so much time to brush grass in meadows and so much money to spend on Prada and Gucci and Proenza Schouler and American Rag and RVCA and Givenchy and I could go on and on and on...
I'm turning green, and it's definitely not from the over-consumption of not-quite-Starbucks.
7.8.10
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