i burried a bone

i'm really disappointed with the lack of ingenuity found in the english language. there are emotions and sensations and characteristics seen and felt in people and situations that are done an injustice when described as "awesome," "beautiful," "great," or any of the like. why, in a country that has come by some of the most amazing discoveries in science, technology and has come from such an ecclectic history, do we not have better adjectives and verbs for things? if we look at greek and latin and hebrew there are multiple words for one emotion or sensation. off the top of my head, i know that hebrew has at least three words for "know:" 1. to know as an aquaintance. 2. to know of an object. and 3. to know intimately, as in sexual relations.
also in the english language, i feel like we have consecutively gotten more and more vulgar in our expressions and far less witty. "he's a fucking creep" now takes the place of insults used by our fathers of literature such as this, by paul keating, 'He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.'

i just think we have degraded quite a bit since the good old days.

dance music

i'm listening to the mountain goats. there is something so completely comforting about john darnielle's voice.

last night was family christmas numero uno. i guess it wasn't terrible. i'm just not in the mood for christmas this year. just like i wasnt in the mood for christmas last year and the year before that too. i guess i just like to get things for people when i see things that i think they'd like; instead of being under a crunch all at once to get something for everyone all at once. and now with tuition and textbooks, this is just a bad month for christmas to be in. i dont even care if i get anything. i mean, my parents got me a camera, my sister got me a watch, and they're both things that i am really glad i got. but i would have survived with out them.

other than the impending holiday, this week has been great. i got to hang out with lindsey, michael and karin on friday. saturday was a christmas sweater pot luck at bikehaus, yummy food and home brew. yeah. then the read played with john walsh at the southgate house. i danced hard and raged harder. david had some cool friends in town, i saw tons of great people. i loved it. i needed it. yesterday was christmas #1. it is what it is. i always feel awkward around my family because i most certainly just dont fit in there. they're all super religious and its weird to me. my sister is cool though. she's got my back and isnt so, religion-is-the-only-thing-worth-breathing-for. i woke up at 11 today and made coffee and spent the day altering my flannel. its really an extensive process and i wasnt sure how it would turn out, but shit looks great. if i do say so myself.

i want to crash now, i work in an hour and crashing really isnt an option. but life continues. i'm a big girl now.