The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

reality bites

okay, i honestly don't know how i haven't seen this until now. a (new) student at the high school today says, "i saw the youtubes from last year." i don't know what she means. i nod. i leave school and search...
so, the video itself isn't that funny: austin pretending to play the guitar, sam taking on some gangsta smirk (not unlike hannah's, i suppose). but the fact that the laguna beach soundtrack is playing...instead of reality drama, we have the washing of dishes. and tony hoagland t-shirts...

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

i love that you're the rebel in the watermelon/salmon(esque) blouse/tee/fucking shirt. nice.

Anonymous said...

Curse you, autofocus!

Anonymous said...

christ, now when i replay our summer teaching together in my head, this will be the soundtrack.

it's thursday. when are you coming here? i haven't spoken to you on the phone in HOURS.

daisy said...

I wish every moment of my life were accompanied by Hilary Duff singing the LB soundtrack!