ivyology | a girl needs a gun these days

Caffeine does it for me like nothing else in the world, oh yes indeed. (Can't heal the rain-induced ache in my knees, though.)

Dressed in linen and corduroy and leather, the things I like best. Wore the only shoes with heels that I have to hit the six-foot mark. I feel like a force now, something to be reckoned with.

And I love this song.

I don't know what to make of the album, though. I'm not used to liking a Tori album so quickly; they usually take months to seep in and work themselves out. Her music has always been an acquired taste for me (that is, of course, the best kind, the lasting kind) and it's strange to hear music she didn't write herself. Most of the songs I'm not familiar with, so I don't even know where the original's influence ends and Tori's singular style takes over.

The house was sold yesterday. It's done. I don't quite know what to make of that. Fall break will be my last time there. Thanksgiving I'll spend in a completely unfamiliar place.

I can't go home next summer. I can't spend another four months in that role, child-but-not, sinking inward and looking for escape. It's my last chance for an internship of some sort, anyway.

I want to go to Santa Fe.