Je vais écrire des romans, aussi.

I've been reconnecting with my Death Cab lately, and there's been this one song of theirs that was on my ipod forever, but it woudn't play on my actual ipod. It prefers my computer's itunes, I guess. The thing is I love this song. I love it so much that every time I recalled how much I love it whilst on a computer that I would play it, and then get really frustrated when I wanted to hear it away from said computer.
Well a while ago I deemed it space consuming and deleted it, and then forgot all about it. But recently I downloaded it again, trying to find a version that liked me everywhere. Didn't happen. But it's playing now. On my computer's itunes. It's telling me how close it needs me. A lot closer, apparently.

Why did I just find all that refreshing or something? I don't make sense. This writer's mind thing I have going on is getting ridiculous. Finding the most simple and unremarkable things worth elaborating upon is exhausting.

My newest goal:
read and translate enough french postsecrets that I can figure out how to read one entirely without igoogle translator.


"I love you in silence, your happiness, I can not wait, you marry another soon ..."
















"I want to be alone."

[left page] "she wanted to be loved.
She lived a long time alone. she was killed.
he declared his love. end"

[right page]"my most cherished dream is to become a writer.
to write novels so catchy and profound that they would be
translated into several languages. one day,
when all these people loved me, I'll be somebody."