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it might get loud.

List of albums that have helped me survive my year in West Virginia:

Angus Soundtrack Beach House           Teen Dream/As well as their Pandora Station Best Coast              Crazy For You Foo Fighters            The Colour and the Shape Hole                        Live Through This Jay-Z                       Blueprint 3 Mountain Goats       The Sunset Tree My Morning Jacket   The Tennessee Fire New Found Glory     Self-Titled Joanna Newsom      Have One On Me Gram Parsons         G.P/Grievous Angel Notorious B.I.G        Ready to Die Prince                     Purple Rain Soundtrack Ramones                Collection Otis Redding           Greatest Hits Rolling Stones         Exile on Main St./plus the song "Dead Flowers" Sleigh Bells             Treats Patti Smith             Horses Smoking Popes      Destination Failure Smoking Popes      Born to Quit Talking Heads        Stop Making Sense Velvet Underground  Best Of
Vivian Girls            Self-Titled Whiskeytown         Faithless Street Wilco�…


There was a woman sitting on her front porch playing the accordion this afternoon.

The windows are open, Joanna Newsom is playing. A beautiful sunday, spent in the kitchen with bare feet. Aching for a front porch, my record player, and good company. At least I got my dog by my side.

Five more weeks left here.

Memories of long lost friends perching outside my window, wondering why things that were can't ever become the way they used to be. Never forgetting the first one you have to see six feet under.

I'd rather be lying in a field somewhere, touching the clouds with my lips.

Currently obsessed with the band YUCK.

The Loneliness of a Long Distance Exit

Two months left here. The loneliness has become less romantic and more of a stark reality. Sunday nights are when I feel it the most. A day for family, home cooked meals, lazily drinking wine, being with the boyfriend...makes me realize how important people are.

One of my favorite book quotes is the very last line of Catcher in the Rye,

"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."

One of the only ways I've been able to survive here is by telling myself to take things one day at a time. By inflicting this upon my impatient brain, the time has managed to move by quickly. I realize I am not in the middle of a desert or stuck in Siberia, but I still feel isolated. I want to be adventurous, but you can't be adventurous in West Virginia alone. I look outside and try to think of what I could be doing and realize I have no one to go hiking with. I need a city. I crave Louisville. I want the freedom and safety of Cherokee Park. I miss friendl…

Slow Education

I was an art minor in college. Sometimes I really miss painting, but not that class. Specifically the teacher. She would encourage us to bring in music, it was a bore constantly listening to the easy-listening generic Top 40 station someone would eventually settle upon. One day I bring in the Silver Jews and Daniel Johnston. I put the Silver Jews's album Bright Flight on. The teacher was hardly ever in the classroom. A couple songs into the album she comes back in and wonders what we are listening to, a raised eyebrow and  a unsettling look on her face. The next week, she brings in U2. It was at that point I questioned her validity as the director of the art program. Perhaps it was my stupid assumption that art students were supposed to have good taste or at least SOME interest in music not provided by the mass media.

With that in mind, I bought the new issue of Vogue with Lady Gaga on the cover last week at the grocery. I was surprised to notice they started selling the magazine, …

What to Write About When You Write About Nothing

A lot of time surpasses my posts because I am always waiting for an unique encounter to inspire me. So what do you write about when you have nothing to write about? Social media has somehow programmed us to tell ourselves that the world should care that we had french toast for breakfast, changed shampoos or that we are going to Ramsii's tonight for dinner.

Guess what? I don't give a shit. Also, you should probably pick a new restaurant. But that's simply my opinion.  I am guilty of these mundane details as well, and I couldn't explain why it feels so necessary to tell my facebook friends that I would like to have Andrew W.K. play the halftime show at the super bowl. Sunday afternoon I spent a few minutes (which is considerably way too long) with the boyfriend trying to come up a funny/witty status update concerning Sunday night's extravaganza. I was well aware of the stupidity I was enforcing upon myself, and yet I just had to make an update.

Blah, blah, blah. Face…


I was a Communication major. It wasn't much of a surprise when multiple classes started to overlap with similar material; however, trying to define "culture" always warranted some debate. There was the teacher who asked us to write down and discuss what we thought it meant. There was also the teacher who made us memorize the definition from our fucking textbook. For a clear state of mind I will add that this was a question on every single test we took in the class, making sure we had our textbook definitions committed to memory.

I went to the grocery store on thursday. I hand the cashier my ID, for my alcoholic purchases, and he asks how I like living here. What part of Kentucky am I from? Louisville, I say. He makes a joke about how seriously we take the pronunciation of our fair city. He asks if there's culture in Louisville. I kindly respond with a yes. I must like Lewisburg, he says. I admitted that I did, but I can't go everyday. At some point during this in…


Buying in bulk.

My annoyance on the subject need not apply to business' and educational purposes. But rather what is happening in our homes. Going to someone's home/apartment and not having space to put in the beer/wine you brought over for the evening. There are circumstantial situations of course, special events, holidays...I get that. I also take into account the different sizes of refrigerators. I have also never had more than one roommate, so I sympathize with those who have had to deal with dividing up such a limiting amount of space. Hats off to you.

But why cooperate in the Costco/Walmart mindframe on a weekly basis? I do not believe in the "just wait till you have kids" argument I can see rising from lazy mothers. Do a 180 degree spin in the and you have the Whole Foods mothers who will only give their children organic products. But really, why do our peanut butter jars have to be the size of Rosie O'Donnell's ass? Why do we have to stock our freezer…


This is Mazzy Star weather.
Quite frequently I am asked why I decided to do this. By this, I mean move to a very small town in the mountains of West Virginia for a year. I have wondered this myself from time to time, typically when I long for the company of my friends and family, the drinks that keep pouring themselves, sparkling (and sometimes worthless) conversations, the ability to go out to an actual restaurant...
Friends have shared their feelings by telling me they couldn't do what I'm doing. Of course they couldn't because they are not me. And by the way, thanks for the encouragement, I want to say to them. The solitude and isolation were a bit of the appeal in making the move. I had to get away. The need for adventure. Time for myself. Time to appreciate Louisville. Time to appreciate people. Needing people in order to survive, hell, just to get through the day. I realize everyone deals with loneliness in their own ways. I realize only you have the ability to make th…


Words synonymous with Christmas 2010: joyful, beautiful, wonderful, happy, pepper spray.
Christmas Eve I pepper sprayed my family. I am 25 years old and my curiosity still has the better of me from time to time. I spotted and wondered about this red see-through contraption on my mother's key chain.   In my eyes it was a fancy flashlight. With the name "spit fire." My boyfriend even told me it was pepper spray. I chose to ignore him. In this case, curiosity did not kill the cat. Instead, curiosity travelled throughout the whole house causing everyone (minus the dog) to cough the way eager, overweight contestants try to get their chance on The Price is Right. 
I hear someone running down the stairs. "Lilly why are you messing with my shit??"
"I thought *cough cough* it was a flashlight mom! *cough*"
She proceeds to open doors and turn on the kitchen fan; puts the dog outside. We stand in the dining room, waiting for the stink to make itself scarce.
I was con…