a boy spoke to me.
he said that I was a dreamer.


But yes. I did speak to a boy who goes to my school. I told him of my goals in life. Of making my money to be financially secure. Maybe publish a book and be some humble writer. I might even get a "Hey, you're Simone Jung. You wrote that book." I told him I was going to move to the west when I've made my money and hide away. I told him everything I want to so desparately achieve. And then he proceeds. He told me I would never be happy and that I would work in a Starbucks until I'm sixty years old. But he's wrong. He believes in saving the world and so do I. He believes in something bigger than the United States. So do I. He believes that he's going to change the world. And guess what? So do I.


And the moral in this little excursion is:

Little boy, we are exactly the same. But you think too politically, economically, and most of all socially. Go fight your good fight. Go save the unfortunate souls. Go fight for the tame, the lame, the broken, the sad, the distraught.

You go fight for them. But that means you can't choose my future, asshole.

This is an angry journal entry.

i wrote this poem for spanish class the other day. i decided i would make it as strange as I can.

It has been translated into english for the spanish impaired.

"The faucet drips"

The faucet drips
And I am dry.
I have two tears.
For my mother
For my father
For you.

The clock skips seconds
And I am standing still.
I have two fears.
For my sister
For my grandmother
For you.

The faucet drips
And I am well.



Enjoy my sorry excuse for a poem. Blonde Redhead is ahora and Estoy muy contenta.
I think that's right. No wonder I get C's in spanish.


Maybe it's more than what it looks to be.

I shall write the most simplistic sentence I can come up with in the most elaborate language that I can think up.

I must speak to you of your misgivings in the debate between two rivals.

Translated: Yo, the Red Sox beat the Yankees. Pay up, bitch.


Haha and my life turns another page to the worst. I am currently sitting on the floor of my basement writing on my own laptop. I am upset and flustered with the fact that I have not been able to enjoy a single moment alone with a computer or with the internet. I write my papers in school and I check my email every other day. This must stop.

I guess I should describe my last couple of weeks:
I saw I heart Huckabees which was strangely amusing and also confusing as well. I ate a lot of food and Starbucks while studying for my midterms. I have been staring off into space and windows have become my best friend. I walk the streets of New York by myself and observe the little details of life (I have not done that in a while). I pretend that I'm not interested in him, but I am. I laugh when it isn't funny and my professor yells at me for that. I received a new desk and a new dresser. I don't own enough clothes to put into the dresser so I put all my bags in the last drawer. I love the smell of fall/winter in the air. I got hit on by a guy who never wrote me an email. I met a boy from Kansas, Alaska, and a girl from Ohio. I was hit on by the Alaskan but didn't read the subtle hints. I have whored myself out. I have to write up articles for the magazine by the end of next week. I have an awkward vocabulary. I don't want to be home. I don't want to be in the city. I don't want to be in college. I don't want to be in the United States. I don't know who I'm going to vote for in the elections. I am rooting for the Red Sox.


And that is all. I've been reading this book for class called Into the Wild where this guy goes into the Alaskan bush thinking that he could survive, but only end up dead. I sort of want to do what he did. Except, I don't want to go into the Alaskan bush and I want to make money. Colorado looks more promising than anything else in the world.


Dear sweet night,
Bring me dreams.

Simone.

what's really crappy is when you start to write poetry again.

these days haven't been my best.

Life without the internet: phase 1

Actually, it's more like phase 15. I haven't had the internet in a total of two weeks. TWO WEEKS! Now, I don't even have a computer. I'm writing this from the farthest of reaches in the earth: at work.

Last week was incredible. I wish I was a photo nut and took pictures but I didn't. I shall give you the hilights from CMJ2004.

Wednesday Night I saw:
-Sonic Youth
-Gang Gang Dance
-Saul Williams
-The Head Sets
...and some other band that I don't remember the name of.

Thursday Night I thought it would be fun to mix it up so I went to:
-Saves the Day
-Hot Rod Circuit
-Northstar

Friday Night was back to the old mix and I saw:
-THE FAINT (which I might add is the most awesomest band in the whole entire history of music.)
-The Good Life
-Son, Ambulance
-Beep Beep
-Broken Spindles

Saturday Night I thought it would be great to do something a little different with:
-Further Seems Forever
-Underoath
-Mae
-Project 86
-and another anonymous band that i don't remember.


and that's that. i'm tired and i have another show to go to in a little more than a week. life is busy and that keeps me from killing myself.