my sentimental melody, like a long lost lullaby.

I never want to forget these quotes.


*I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong.
-John Lennon.

"And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh."
-Nietzsche

don't let the sun go down on me.

I always want more than i have, I'm never satisfied. I'm always striving for more...


what if there's nothing left for me to strive for? how far can i go?

...all i'm doing now is grabbing up, grasping air.

i like to ride bessy.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I found the most perfect bike for me EVER!.

A vintage red Schwinn Breeze, for only 60 dollars.
it's a beaut, and rides like a dream.

I rode her last night at 10,with a nice cool breeze, listening to Andrew Bird, and zooming past all the drunky-s going out on a friday night. i basically glided the entire way to the music building, best ride of my life. (HAHAHa!!)

I now claim ownership of a bike ridden by not only many people before me, but this sweet humanitarian girl who's graduating from MSU and going to teach English in Argentina.

so I must take care of it, i named her bessy. It is the first name that came to mind, and i think it fits! i took some pictures..

where were you during the naming of things?

I keep forgetting I have a blog.

It's really a pity, a crying shame because blogging is truly cathartic.
culminating my thoughts and emotions into one post that the entire world can see is thrilling! and humanizing...

Just took a quiz, for fun and i got Sylvia Plath as my soul sista?? what does this mean for my future? i don't think i'm as morbid as this quiz lets on, but the beginning bit is spot on. I'm a sucker for brilliant men. and come on i'm a pretty classy bitch.

the quiz "Which crazy bitch are you?" with the result Sylvia Plath.
You are one intense bitch. You are almost abnormally introspective but this is where your abundant creativity flows from. You love handsome, brilliant, creative genius types but you pay the price when their egos and lustful ways cause them to betray you. You are a very intelligent, classy lady with a black streak and can be very emotional at times. You do have a bit of a morbid side but your words often lead you to be misunderstood as a dark figure but that is just how you protect your soft mushy insides..

jesus, one of these brilliant boys are going to make me lose my MIND one day.

My university is in the NCAA finals for basketball.
i don't really know what that means for me.
other than gloating rights?
so GO GREEN?

omg, i just said: "it's not like i'll wake up tomorrow and stumble on to my future" in conversation about the prospect of marriage at my ripe age of 20.
//i just realized that really makes no sense out of context, but looking back one day. when i'm bored and am wondering what i was thinking when i was young and free i'll look at this update and burst into exuberant laughter, like, HOHOHOHEHAHO.

oOoOOOHHH oh my, i forgot to say I got an internship with the Michigan Democratic Party, i think i did at least.
i interviewed, then he gave me a tour, and then he introduced me as kalyah, "she'll be interning with us this summer".
I'll be doing communications, MY DREAM! working social networks(facebook, twitter, youtube etc), writing press releases following news threads, and general campaign things.
so wretchedly cool. ungh.

summer in lansing, michigan.
living the dream, yall.

masterfade

The narrative of my life for the past few weeks have been tough, it has this awful reoccurring theme...
death.
death of all kinds...

mysterious, expected, sudden, and swaying on the line between life and death.

is this a message? do i need to wake up and carpe diem?

Death has always been a tough topic for me, the thought that the beautiful soul of any person could be gone within the blink of an eye pains me beyond reason.
it's cruel, and unjust but i guess "that's life..."

Today was the day i had to do the hardest thing i have ever had to do, and it was for the best, i think. I know that it was the right thing to do, but i feel like it was the wrong thing to do and i feel that way solely for selfish reasoning...

now the sun is coming up and i find myself unable to sleep, scared to face the surprises the next day will bring.

R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
please don't become a R.I.P...

beneath the rainbow of your peace.

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
of the space between our chairs
And I was a cartographer
of the tangles in your hair

I sang the song that silence sings
It's the one that everybody knows, everybody knows
The song that silence sings
And this is how it goes

These looms that weave apocrypha
they're hanging from a strand
The dark and empty rooms were full
of incandescent hands

The awkward pause
The fatal flaw
Time, it's a crooked bow
Time is a crooked bow

In time you need to learn, to love
The ebb just like the flow
Grab hold of your bootstraps, and pull like hell
until gravity feels sorry for you, and lets you go
As if you lack the proper chemicals to know
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low

Time's a crooked bow
Time's a crooked bow
Time, it's a crooked bow

Fifty-five and three-eighths years later
At the bottom of a gigantic crater
An armchair calls to you
Yeah, and armchair calls to you
It says, someday, we'll get back at them all
With epoxy and a pair of pliers
As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl
through the ragweed and barbed wire

You didn't write
You didn't call
It didn't cross your mind at all
Through the waves
waves of hay and straw
You couldn't feel a thing at all
Fifty-five and three-eighths
Time
Fifty-five and three-eighths
Time

Time.

-Armchairs
-- Andrew Bird

enemies.

when even your own friends underestimate your abilities, you only have yourself (and probably your mom) to view them as worthy.