February 2012
8 posts
thoughts at 12:02am.
I might change my major to Anthropology.
Graduate programs include NYU, George Washington University, and (my favorite) Brown University where I would write about such things as the ceramic chronology of Guatemala.
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January 2012
28 posts
fear and everything else
We say that “you’ve got nothing to lose” but when you really want something there is always something feel loss about.
I have to buy notebooks and pens and mechanical pencils tomorrow. Coloraid paper, rubber cement, charcoal, big clean sheets of rag paper, and ten erasers I’ll probably misplace. Return Library books. Drop off a rental application. Move my desk to the other...
Vacation
I don’t handle time off from school or work very well. There are a few people that know this about me, but it usually doesn’t make any sense to anyone else. My self-esteem plummets to zero, I get paranoid about the world, I feel like I don’t have anything to validate my existence and typically spend most of the time hugging my cat, sleeping for 15 hours at a time and crying over...
Friday
I just got home from work. There’s a loud MICA party next-door with keg stands and pop music. I’m drinking Andre on my sofa while listening to lectures on modern graphic design. My roommate is having an awkward conversation in the kitchen with her ex-boyfriend that usually comes with benefits. Joe is texting me to come to the Windup space. I just miss my best friend. I want to wake up...
NO ONE IS TEXTING ME BACK.
Fine, I’m going to club charles alone. pssshtt.
I AM NEVER DRINKING AGAIN.
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I want to pick up my camera and start making some images and have them printed in a neat little book, but I have to write a twelve page paper every 7 days in January and an 8 source annotated bibliography.
I was up until 5:30am.
I’m going back to sleep now.
“The man who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your...”
– Hubbard Elbert (via robbrulinski)
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Saturday night
I’m sitting by the fireplace writing a 12 page exam for 20th Century Modern Design. I keep trying to think of other things that are more important than working on this to justify taking a break but I can’t…. :/
Time to leave work and go to a party that I don’t really want to go to.
story of my life.
“Sometimes, I think the only art left for us is slowly peeling the label off a...”
– Lynda Barry (via poetbabble) (via favoritepoems)
it's five o'clock in the morning
I want to start a food blog about how real people cook in their tiny shared kitchens without professional photographers and unlimited time. ahem.
The heat is finally on in the house!
Today I’m going to wake up late, hang in the kitchen listening to lectures on 20th Century Design, and make a swiss chard and sweet potato gratin with gruyere and roasted garlic. Maybe some bread too?
twenty-five
Being 25 is balancing on a fine line. You don’t want to repeat the past, you know what you want and what you don’t want, but you really don’t have everything figured out. You can see when you are making the same mistakes, so you try your best to avoid them but you have infinitely more patience than four years ago. You need thicker socks to get through the winter, and just working...
December 2011
28 posts
winter break =
endlessly sitting online at work because I don’t have any writing or studying to do
worse? yes.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-18) →
Warpaint (26)
Bell X1 (16)
Dirty Projectors (12)
Cass McCombs (11)
The Zombies (11)
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This sentence will ruin/save
No sleep, all work. Last night after a moment of severe insecurity I decided I needed help.
The rest of the night was spent trading historical and linguistic facts with Adam over tea and whiskey while he spent hours editing my sloppy writing before I submitted it finally at 7am this morning. Best night working on final exams and I’m pretty sure I would have been pretty poorly off without...
