cassius clay was hated more than sonny liston

location . el dorado, ar
temp . 32
humidity . 45%
conditions . melting "snow"

home sweet home? it's weird being back in el dorado. i guess it was about christmas last year when i was last here, but i feel years removed. The only inkling i have of "home" is the home i grew up in, it hasn't really felt the same since i left for college many years ago. the town is still familiar, but little pockets have changed. i've always wondered how this town has survived, but i know the answer: oil. oil and industry don't make for a very pleasant city - the divide between rich and poor is too great, and the city is too segregated. home sweet home.

sun kil moon . glenn tipton


i am an indie snob!

How indie are you?
test by ridethefader

You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded
and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things
as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better
than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity.
You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.


you were laying on the carpet like you're satin in a coffin

location . home
temp . 70 inside
humidity . comfortable inside
conditions . haven't been outside in days

that's not an x-ray of my ankle. it's similar, but my ankle has 4 screws, not three. it couldn't be that easy. essentially, where there are two screws angling upwards, mine has three. the fourth screw is to help repair a torn ligament, and they want to remove that one "at a later date" (yes, that means another surgery).
things went fairly smoothly on tuesday, i guess. i waited around most of the day for "the call." see, since my surgery wasn't really scheduled more than a day in advance, they had to "work me in." i got "the call" around 3 and by 5 i was in my gown, hooked up to the iv, just waiting for them to put me under. i went into the operating room about around 6, and they did something funny: they completely strapped me down before they put me under. it was a little scary, and very low tech. i was laid out like jesus on the bed, with my arms taped to extended parts of the table. real tape - no nice velcro straps, just tape. i finally quipped "are you guys going to put me under soon," and that's about the last thing i remember.
i woke up around 9 and left the hospital around 11 (after throwing up a few times, of course). i didn't sleep a wink that night due to the pain, and i was taking a percocet every 2 hours. the next morning we went back to the doctor because of the pain.
anyway, other than that it's been very uneventful. i borrowed a copy of the first season of the o.c. and am about half finished (the first season was so much better). i've had to keep my foot elevated, so the pain of trying to use crutches (when blood rushes to my foot) is pretty intense. as a result, i've mostly been crawling on the floor when i've needed to move about. good thing my apartment is small.

modest mouse . satin in a coffin


we rejoice because the hurting is so painless

location . home, foot elevated
temp . 51
humidity . 72%
conditions . pain, with rain on the way

no, that is not a prosthetic monster cankle.

i managed to break my ankle and get mangled by an escalator all at once! this happened saturday, while i was sprinting down the escalator stairs at full speed (several at a time). i'm the smartest person in the world. 15 minutes later, when the next train arrived, i was still laying on the floor waiting for an ambulance in a puddle of blood (i wish i were exaggerating for effect here, but i'm not). at least michael was with me (and a friend of his - i successfully prevented them from going to a bachelor party on saturday night). 4.5 hours later i was leaving the emergency room with stitches and a temporary cast. today i visited an orthopedic surgeon, and tomorrow i'm having surgery. drama.

interpol . slow hands


life is like a dream a series of meaningless movement

location . office
temp . 51
humidity . 36%
conditions . windy

i was trying to start this routine of titling my blogs with lyrics from songs that mention the name 'michael.' as you can see, i could only find two of them, so instead it just looks strange and awkward. like me.
i adore fall weather. it's been so nice walking to work in the mornings with a crisp, cool breeze, all bundled up in my coat and scarves. i love how temperature changes bring about memories long forgotten. sometimes it's the melancholy of high school, and sometimes it's cherished memories of this holidays. this morning it was a hard, fast reminder of this time last year; a time that was not an especially happy time of my life. a series of very unfortunate events left me struggling in school and worrying extensively about my family. ironically, though, i can't remember a time that i've cared less about school and been closer to my family that those short weeks late last fall. it's funny how those things work.

blonde redhead . this is not