Hello hello. 
   Desperation is a dirty slut. We all look down on it,  we make fun of it , and we absolutely refuse to be it.  And yet, every man, woman, and lovestruck sitting at home looking through Facebook pictures thinking "man, i wish I could've been there last night is completely guilty of being desperate at one point or another. 
  Leaving a note under the windsheild, texting...all are fatal. And knowing that you're guilty of being desperate is a shameful and embarassing thing that won't go away unless you don't talk to the person. 
  Being almost a year out of a relationship, with hookups and a couple of dates sprinkled here and there, the tide needs to turn towards a serious thing...at least a second date that does not turn out to be a dutch meeting at Starbucks where he tells you it's not gonna work out because "he respects you too much."
  The acts of desparation are brought on by oneself, like an extra brownie or buying a too expensive pair of jeans. You know it's a bad idea, you'll feel good for a second, and then you find yourself with your foot in your mouth thinking "why the HELL did I just do that?" 
  The horoscope said "put your feelings out there, get them known." I'd like to think it would have a positive result, but that's why horoscopes are so general. 
  Is there a Morning After pill for desperation? This is a consequence I don't want to live with.

They're what I need in order to clean up my relationships. What with a new school year starting up and the dragons of college apps, schoolwork, friends, and boys breathing fire down my neck, it's tough to get through it all. I suppose it starts with some cleaning up of the peculiar messes made over the summer.
  Today at an orientation for the upcoming Freshman, I saw my Europe trip flame standing with my post-Europe trip flame several cliques away from me. 
  It's ironic that they're best friends. I'm sure they talk about it when the subjects of music and boredom are pushed aside in the Hookah bar. What I still cannot comprehend is the trouble that I'be gone through just to see post-Eurotrip flame. He's one of those genuine "nice guys," you know, the one girls can't get enough of being their best friend with and the one all the homophobic guys admit they'd go gay for. So WHY, I ask, is the task of meeting up with this Mr. perfect so daunting? 
  Blame it on fate, if you ask me. Or karma. Kobe Bryant couldn't have had a bigger rebound than what I was for this guy. Now he's confused, but wants to keep me around, you know, in case he gets over his past and wants to move on.
  Do I mind it? Maybe, but when you're looking for something, and even if it has a little asterisk attached to it, you'll keep it for a while. 

**6/11/08
Interstate Love Song- Stone Temple Pilots
----------------A silent movie character thrust into the subwoofing sounds of reality? That's an experiment tested in Stone Temple Pilots video for their blues riffed Interstate Love Song, an emotionally nomadic wanderer through deserts of what was said and what will never be. Catch this album off of 1994's Interstate Love Song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGVobPA6b4Q 

 **6/10/08
The Magic Position- Patrick Wolf
-----------In an eclectic blend of strings, xylophones, and horns, Patrick Wolf has a cacaphonic orchestra surrounding this proclamation of adoration. The melody is filled with beautiful innuendo, lifted like a red balloon and popping with suggestively enjoyable lyrics encompassed in a violin arrangement. Get this track from The Magic Position, Wolf's 2007 release.

It's you
Who puts me in the magic position, darling now
You put me in the magic position
To live, to learn, to love in the major key

**6/9/08
Me Myself and I -Beyonce
----------In this personal enlightenment, this Destiny's Child grows up in a stark surrender to hurtful events beyond her control. The maturity in her words "you will see the sun come out again," finds security in time and healing, a bittersweet truth rarely but wonderfully shown on her platinum R&B Dangerously in Love. A cannon which shot her into the universe of solo stardom, Beyonce shines being "Me Myself and I."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dw74Wp29HX4 

  Finished driving Bohicket to Boris and Natasha's, one of my favorite local haunts in Central. B&N is what Urban Outfitters would be if they had a prom dress shop, along with a cornicopia of other threads and accesories. I listened to all of Something Corporate's North on the way over, to mull the events of the past few nights in my head. 
  Having deep heart to hearts with a long lost friend on the floor of your dad's office at two in the morning isconfusing yet comforting at the same time. The greaetest feeling in friendship lies in the core of communication, and how comfortable you are in your own skin around the other. We discussed everything, from college applications to graduation, and our favorite bittersweet subject, our exes. No matter what the conversation is about - be it Liverpool, indian cuisine, or the latest Weezer album - our thoughts always connect to the relationships - the friends- we lost. 
  Hopeless romantics are not good at random hookups. The criterion of many romantics include fireworks, rushing waves of passion, and the most complete surrender to the spirit of intimacy. Without these, the act is cynical and conversational, a whole "why are we doing this again?" complex that's never legitmately reasoned. In the end, most compare the experience to their past relationships, recognizing the difference between superficial desire and the unconditional, familiar, glorious heaven that is intimacy with an adored significant other.
  Breakups are in the same family of grieving, a similar classification involving the healing elements of time, tears, and trust in loved ones. But when the memories won't subside into the past, we are continually obsessed with what we believe is a better life. Therefore, as F. Scott Fitzgerald would say "we must beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaslessly to the past."

**6/4/08
Radio Heart- Futureheads
-----------------On this U.K. indie bar rock delight, the Futureheads find themselves stuck in the past and smitten in love in Radio Heart. Patiently waiting for the girl with a radio heart ( ideally, request your favorite tunes, their played with limited interruptions). The Futureheads' latest album is This is Not the World, where you can tune in and welcome summer with this and other tracks such as the fiery get up and go This is Not the World and the rythmic speedway The Beginning of the Twist.

http://www.myspace.com/thefutureheads

**6/2/08
One Week of Danger- The Virgins
----------You never forget your first time: you type in the band name on the blank search bar, the profile picture is revealed, and you surrender your ears to the music. This NYC indie rock quaret unzip the pants on monotony that often don Myspace rockers and give it their all to bouncy doo wop songs, including the sexy hard to get "One Week of Danger." Make the memories last forever and get this steamy indie rock dream from the Virgin's self titled album.

http://www.myspace.com/thevirginsnyc

Does anyone have the new Mraz album? I recently got a hold of Live at Java Joe's and I'm obsessed. Many thanks