pineapple, iron and wine

i am back in fort worth. i dropped my pineapple. and i called home crying hysterically. i have so much to do this week. a short story to finish. a writing portfolio to turn in. a literature test. a spanish test. and the other readings and writings usually do during the week. i try not to complain. it is just that time in the semester. everyone is busy. i know this. but does everyone drop their pineapple too? because that really sucked. i should be allowed to complain about that.

i want to curl up into my iron and wine cd. i want to jump into the music and forever live in the lyrics, the rhythm, the melody, the harmony. i would be willing to spin around and around, risk getting sick, just to hear the notes and words forever. and forever is a long time. i want to dive in and swim in the ocean of drums and guitars and strings and piano and voices. oh, the voices. it is beautiful. it is calming. i don't think i have ever felt this way about a cd before--not even cursive. (note: although i love cursive, a cursive cd would not be the happiest of places to live.) i am in love. i am in love with a world i will only be able to experience from a far.