Egress/Regress

clients and olives

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A good friend, a good weekend. Walking by the ocean, drinking hot chocolate in a sketchy parking lot. Talking to a pretty girl named Kayla, sitting next to phallic pottery. Watching suicidal Asian schoolgirls on television in a basement, dancing the tango, badly. A long voyage for a pineapple bun, a lot of inside jokes. My mom talking a lot. Awkward moments, and eyeliner, and generally giggling. Yeah, it was a good time.

oh, and some more pictures.

college, etc.

college results so far:

Geneseo - accepted
New Paltz - accepted
NYU - accepted
Purchase - accepted
Sarah Lawrence - waitlisted
Smith - waitlisted
Tulane - accepted

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Having a fun time with W. He leaves tomorrow, then I'm spending a couple days in Nassau. Beastly update coming soon after that.

gimme gimme (I love Beck)

oh my god, I want this!

(not to mention everything else ever. guh.)

so yeah. my sinuses are attacking my soul, and I am eating Raisinets. It's upsetting that I can't watch dvds on my computer; my association is being skewed. If I had gone to school today, this would be the last few minutes of French class.

I finished reading a Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf today. The main thing I got out of it: I have it so easy, and it's retarded that I don't create more. So basically, I'm gonna go take some vitamin C a nap.

I'm sick and it sucks.
I'll update when I feel better.

p.s.- I got into NYU. this is exciting to me.

p.p.s.- on Thursday Client W is coming to visit. this is also exciting to me.

bad haikus

I have no words left.
Not true, there are some around.
...I write bad haikus.

Doing what I can.
There's no such thing as writer's--
Fuck, I so can't count.

But seriously.
From one rut to another...
I'm working on it.

I am going to
go try and change the whole world.
Wish me some luck, please?

public

I'd forgotten what public places were like.

You can hear strangers breathing or swallowing or shifting weight
or typing.

Phones ring in places I can't see, and people I can barely hear answer them.

This kind is different, because it is quiet, but not really. One hundred inhalations and a dozen knuckle-cracks, and I start to feel mildly uncomfortable. Or maybe I'm just paranoid, moving in my generic swivel chair to get out of someone's way.

Time is passing relatively quickly, I think. I graduate in one hundred and... seven days? I'm not sure, my strangeness of schedule makes it a little hard to keep track. I should be working right now.

But instead of working, I want to write letters and read comic books. My library has volumes 3-10 of Sandman; this is awesome, but does not help my work ethic.

I need to figure out how to describe, in French, the symbolism of a mask I made. I'll post pictures later, right now I need to find out the translation of "Scotch tape", "glitter paint", and "bisexual".

tang is for astronauts, not me.

I want to make more things. actual things. I need to look at a cluttered collection in a corner, to say "I created that"... even if that sucks. my obsession with tangibility is returning, stronger.

things are going okay, just sort of busy I guess. I need to learn to make better use of my time.

also, it snowed again today. I stood outside and roared and swore.

horseshoe crab

ask me some questions.