finding home

when i'm with you i hope that you'll come through and someday i'll have you again
when i think of you i wonder how you do how you get through on the day to day
but i know you and i know too that when i'm with you i won't be ok
so i am alone she says i'm finding home i guess it could be true, true in its way
meanwhile i check my phone waiting for your missed call
and you say i should roam find my way out west



so now theres me and you
and everyone we know
and we don't have
anywhere to go
we are lacking homes
we are out alone
on and on and on we roam
everyone i know

wanderlust

lately i've been having that awful feeling again.
i don't want to see my family.
i don't want to see nash or liz.
i just want to leave.
a mad dash for the door, just the essentials.
i think nash and i got divorced. i'm not sad about it. we havent hung out this week. the last few times we have hung out, there is nothing to talk about. we sit in silence, or play guitar. all the songs are dead.
i've written a new song. here are the lyrics, maybe sometime i'll record it for you all.
it's called new york city.

i am going to move to new york city
i am leaving tonight.
i pack my bags- just the essentials:
socks, underwear, toothbrush
guitar, camera, computer.
i sold my electric
that covers the bus ticket
i sold my tube amplifier
that will go to food
i sold my ipod
to pay for booze

my pre move to-do list
its not too long:
drop out of school
quit the band
say goodbye to mom and dad

and then i'm gone
and then i'm gone
and then i'm gone


p.s: i just recorded it and uploaded it to myspace.com/ktstrasse if you want to hear it. it's pretty lo-fi: two tracks, one take each. enjoy.
p.p.s: theres a note under the song on myspace that says other people might not be able to hear it in the next twenty four hours, you might have to wait until nine oh three tomorrow night.

anna at maine photo

last weekend i went into the photo store. anna helped me out, gave me my photos. she was really unfriendly though. i tried to talk to her, make conversation, but she wouldn't say much. that night i got a facebook message from her:

hey!
you came into my work today, and i just wanted to say that i hope i didn't come off as being mean/unfriendly! i've noticed that occasionally, people mistake my shyness as unfriendliness. sorry to use the internetz to tell ya that, but i figured it would be a little weird to say with my boss standing there and all.


so now i'm facebook friends with her but i don't know what to say to her and i don't know where this relationship is going and i...
so anyway
now i'm wanting to write a song about her and about how she sees my life through photos and must have some impression of who i am and what i do and what i am interested in. i feel like she sees little bits of my soul and i have no idea who she is, though i admire her email writing:
"the infamous kyle t. randall of medium format fame?"

fin.

setting sun blues

i miss abbey and i want to find her and sing her sunset blues. or at least write on her wall. good thing i'm not going to.

consume

i've been on the lomography website (http://www.lomography.com/) lately. i want to own many things on it. i read the articles on it. i drool over pictures of lubitel and diana f+. everything about the website (except the not so subtle consumerist themes) appeals to me.
i feel guilty about this. i'm not sure why, but i feel like being a randall means not doing things like this. this morning i woke up and realized that it's ok to be in love with lomography, and heres why:
lomography spends a whole bunch of money on marketing research (or not), and they've come to realize that if they want to sell lots of cameras and film and bags, their website should be hip. i am who they are marketing to: young hip people who like cameras.
i'm sure most of us are white and middle/upper middle class too, but that's beside the point.

they design their website so that i will like it. that's why it's ok to like lomography.

new shirt

david was wearing a new shirt today and he looked so hot. i couldn't talk to him all day.

over the past four days, i've slept a work week plus overtime

i wish i hadnt.
i think i might skip school tomorrow.

holy shit she responded and she has a boyfriend

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am i really not that friendly? aww. that's kinda sad. maybe you just catch me when i'm tired? i'm pretty friendly, i swear!

there is only one kyle i can think of who comes into the store, hmm... the infamous kyle t. randall of medium format fame? haha anywho, if this is you then thanks for being so nice!! i have a boyfriend, but you seem really cool and i'm always up for
hanging out with new people. you can never have enough friends, right? :)


catch ya later!

missed connection

i posted a missed connection on craigslist. i feel weird every time i think about it.

late at night

its now eleven fourty four, and im not asleep. i hate going to bed because that means my day is over. i'm never ready for it to end, there's always more that i want to do. i don't have enough time to work on my boat or play guitar or read or take pictures or do any of the other things that i like to do. i know that when pin starts playing at five fifteen, i'm not going to want to get up. good thing have two different alarm clocks.

my whole life

since a certain life changing event that happened last year, all i've wanted to do is wear big boots and play my guitar loud. i havent done that enough, but i've been wearing my boots an awful lot. i'm pretty psyched about them every single time i put them on. just wish i had more energy to play loud guitar.



image credit to sam brown at explodingdog.com. i love him.
http://explodingdog.com/drawing/ifeelimportantinmynewboots.gif

snow day

today was a snow day
alone day.

i spent all day in my room, cleaning, rearranging. i played guitar too. all day.
it was wonderful and relaxing.



photocredit to fishwrapper:
http://fishwrapper.wordpress.com/category/snow/

photos

i've spent the last few nights scanning photos and uploading them to my photoblog.
there are a whole bunch of them, many of which may be enjoyable.
http://ktstrassephotoblog.blogspot.com/

the universe

sometimes i wonder if maybe the universe is out of balance. that would explain a whole lot of things.
i suspect it might be.