Care to join?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
tipsydoo
It is probably not a very good idea to create a new post whilst drunk, but here I am, 4:30 am, le drunk, after a night of trying to make new friends with my roommate/coworker/very good friend. We went to a bar up the block and met a bartender who was very old, so old he could maybe be my grandpa, though maybe a little younger than that, his name was John, he had an accent, British I think, possibly Scottish says Sibel but I should've asked, we met a very good dj named Mikey who plays old soul but sometimes garage so he says, and we met a really strange boy named Steven spelt with a "v" rather than a "ph" and he bought us a shot of tequila which we drank even though he was a weirdo. We went to White Castle for the first time ever, I had french toast and I felt as though I made the right decision. Some kid in there said he knew me from somewhere but I felt quite certain I knew him from nowhere, even in my drunken state. I must say, I'm an excellent typer despite my drunken state. The reason I'm posting anything at all in this state of mine is because Steven said something hilarious that I have to write before I go to sleep and wake up in the morning having forgotten. He said to Sibel, "Hey, you have this weird mesh thing on your head." To which she replied, "Dude, that's my hair." Oh Thursday night, you might've made made me stay at work until 1:30 in the morning and skimp out on the amount of pretzels you usually supply in my vending machine snack of choice, but in the end, you did me well. Looking forward to Friday off.
ps: I think my boyfriend might just be a bit dumber than yours. Yes, he might just be, and it depresses me greatly. More on that when I'm not so tipsy.
ps: I think my boyfriend might just be a bit dumber than yours. Yes, he might just be, and it depresses me greatly. More on that when I'm not so tipsy.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
no pushin'
Oh hello. I just spent the past 4 hours sleeping in the middle of the day, it felt delicious. One of the perks to not having any windows in your bedroom is being able to sleep with ease whenever you want, no matter the time. That's just about the only perk I can think of.
Last night I went to my first major league baseball game. Though I looked utterly out of place and couldn't relate to any of the thousands of people decked in orange and blue surrounding me, I had more fun than I thought I would. This might only be because I was a little drunk, also I found spicy veggie dogs, also I heard a grown man shout, "NO PUSHIN', NO SHOVIN', I GOT PLENTY A HOTDAWGS!," also I had field seats, which means I was very close to the action, also The Mets won 4-0, which apparently never happens.
Nilea is stuck in Paris.
I'm writing a children's book.
I'm worried about Jenny.
I'm longing for a different time.
Last night I went to my first major league baseball game. Though I looked utterly out of place and couldn't relate to any of the thousands of people decked in orange and blue surrounding me, I had more fun than I thought I would. This might only be because I was a little drunk, also I found spicy veggie dogs, also I heard a grown man shout, "NO PUSHIN', NO SHOVIN', I GOT PLENTY A HOTDAWGS!," also I had field seats, which means I was very close to the action, also The Mets won 4-0, which apparently never happens.
Nilea is stuck in Paris.
I'm writing a children's book.
I'm worried about Jenny.
I'm longing for a different time.
Friday, April 16, 2010
guess who's back
hello laptop.
hello internet.
we meet again!
while you were gone the world kept spinning and a whole lot happened.
for one thing I caved and let myself have a new boyfriend, one who is here.
we're weird.
hello internet.
we meet again!
while you were gone the world kept spinning and a whole lot happened.
for one thing I caved and let myself have a new boyfriend, one who is here.
we're weird.
Monday, April 5, 2010
everything is different now
I miss my laptop,
and the internet.
I miss my hair.
I miss having windows.
I miss waking up and seeing the sun.
I miss writing in my blog.
I miss my mom, sometimes, though not so often.
I miss good nights of sleep.
I miss free food and meals I didn't cook.
I miss an assortment of teas.
I miss the cats, sans all their fur and smelly poops.
I miss refrigerators that are filled with things other than just beer.
I miss not being around people who smoke.
I miss everything that's familiar.
I miss quiet.
I miss feeling home.
though these things I do miss, moving out was quite possibly the best thing I ever did for myself.
and the internet.
I miss my hair.
I miss having windows.
I miss waking up and seeing the sun.
I miss writing in my blog.
I miss my mom, sometimes, though not so often.
I miss good nights of sleep.
I miss free food and meals I didn't cook.
I miss an assortment of teas.
I miss the cats, sans all their fur and smelly poops.
I miss refrigerators that are filled with things other than just beer.
I miss not being around people who smoke.
I miss everything that's familiar.
I miss quiet.
I miss feeling home.
though these things I do miss, moving out was quite possibly the best thing I ever did for myself.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Things are not the same as they were before
Friday night
rain rain rain
Over the past few weeks my life has changed greatly.
Here's how:
I can no longer call the man I've been in love with for 2 years my boyfriend. You already knew that. But I love him still, the severity of which came as a surprise even to myself. I miss him deeply.
I'm taking a portrait class at the Brooklyn Museum every Sunday and so far I'm really pleased with my work. I like who I am as an artist and I think that's important. I've realized this is something that makes me feel connected to the rest of the world, it's something that excites and challenges me, I want to do more of this, always.
You can now find my signature on a lease! As of Monday the 15th of this very month I officially reside on Metropolitan Avenue in a Brooklyn neighborhood far from the one I grew up in with people who are not my mother or a gaggle of cats. I can't believe this is actually happening. I'm nervous and terrified and excited and stressed and so happy I could do a lot of dancing without getting very tired. But first, I pack.
I have no hair. See below video. A crazy man named Gerard chopped it all off whilst I sat on a stage in the middle of a bustling convention center under glaring lights in front of a crowd of strangers with video cameras. Watching as all that was once atop my head fell into my hands as silver scissors snipped, I quickly learned what being a hair model meant and will forever avoid any and all invites to International Beauty Shows in the future.
I have no boyfriend, I have no hair, I am an artist, I'm not a very good model, I'm moving on, I'm moving out.
rain rain rain
Over the past few weeks my life has changed greatly.
Here's how:
I can no longer call the man I've been in love with for 2 years my boyfriend. You already knew that. But I love him still, the severity of which came as a surprise even to myself. I miss him deeply.
I'm taking a portrait class at the Brooklyn Museum every Sunday and so far I'm really pleased with my work. I like who I am as an artist and I think that's important. I've realized this is something that makes me feel connected to the rest of the world, it's something that excites and challenges me, I want to do more of this, always.
You can now find my signature on a lease! As of Monday the 15th of this very month I officially reside on Metropolitan Avenue in a Brooklyn neighborhood far from the one I grew up in with people who are not my mother or a gaggle of cats. I can't believe this is actually happening. I'm nervous and terrified and excited and stressed and so happy I could do a lot of dancing without getting very tired. But first, I pack.
I have no hair. See below video. A crazy man named Gerard chopped it all off whilst I sat on a stage in the middle of a bustling convention center under glaring lights in front of a crowd of strangers with video cameras. Watching as all that was once atop my head fell into my hands as silver scissors snipped, I quickly learned what being a hair model meant and will forever avoid any and all invites to International Beauty Shows in the future.
I have no boyfriend, I have no hair, I am an artist, I'm not a very good model, I'm moving on, I'm moving out.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
