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tomorrow i'm going home after class. i just miss my mom and dad. and home cooked food. maybe i'll get a chance to dig around for forgotten treasures to bring back.
pat is here before he goes to germany. i saw him last night, we talked for a bit, laughed at shit, the usual with pat when he's around. all my friends are disappearing before my very eyes. i just hope they come back at some point.
i went to the society of illustrators today for a class trip. i saw a lot of amazing pieces from children's books to editorials. it kind of kicked me in the ass, but it is something i needed.
something cute.
i'm going back home on thursday and i honestly can not wait to get home. i really need this break from brooklyn. i think it's making me a little crazy and lazy. i probably won't enjoy being home as much as i think i will, but i do feel like i need to go home.
lately i feel like i'm in a haze and just waiting for something to happen while i'm doing nothing. this is so pathetic. senior project is next year and i'm scared fucking shitless. i'm not sixteen anymore, i'm twenty one and i'm at a loss. fuckfuckfuckfuck.
i just want to go home.
purple rain is on the television.
last night i made mac and cheese as a late night snack for myself. when i started to eat it, i just started sobbing. so many weird fucking feeling were coming out of no where and bombarding me. also when i cry, i tend to salivate more and my mouth was all drooly with fake cheese sauce and spit. elliot's reaction was "what the fuck...?"
i'm getting over my cold and have been hacking up mucus because of it. i cough up a big, hard, bloody one about an hour ago.
tomorrow i have to play catch up with life.
i'm getting sick. most of my body is aching, i get dizzy, and i have this obnoxious cough. it looks like things are going well.
i have to give a presentation on birth order tomorrow morning. i hope i wake up and don't feel shitty. and i hope my voice doesn't change, that would be really bad. christ...
last night was fun. we intended to go to michel gondry's gallery opening for "be kind rewind" but the line was so long we winded up saying fuck it and went to a bar. we drank beers, laughed, took pictures and peed alot. afterwards we went back to brooklyn and i got to meet shelia's baby rats! adorable... for real.
k, back to work!
i want rice from new grace. a large white rice. i don't know why i love eating it so much. but that's what i'm getting. i also need to buy tampons and juice.
tampon help
my birthday week has been fucking wonderful. alex took me out to dinner last night and we had a pitcher of beer, three rolls each, and soba noodles. afterwards we went to four faces and had ourselves some gin and tonics with a bunch of mid 30s aged people. then alex told me about the marc jacobs store and we both got some cute little things.
when i got back to brooklyn, elliot and i went to a going away party. within 5 seconds of walking in the door i wanted to leave. but i wound up staying for a half hour. i hate those parties with the hip hipsters that take up the whole space with their arrogance.
we left and watched batman.
holy crap... where the fuck did my motivation go?
crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!
i've got the farts...
today is the 21st time i have revolved around the sun.
ain't i a beaut?
i've been stressing out over what i want to do tonight for my birthday dinner. my shoulder hurts because of it. what the fuck?
last night i saw wicked with my mom, jeff, and mary. i don't really know how to describe how i felt about the muscial, but i enjoyed it. i'm not a critic but i was entertained. i always get chills when the performers hit high notes.
the cab driver kept hitting on mary on the way back.
last night i slept in elliot's room because my suite mates were horny neanderthals and i just wanted to sleep. i did not get much in elliot's room either, he kept yelling nonsense in his sleep. it was so ridiculous.
lately i've been listening to David Bowie and the Talking Heads.
my class doesn't start until 10:15 tomorrow. i would like to go get breakfast with elliot at john's, but i'll probably just wind up sleeping in.
the giants won the superbowl. i don't really pay much attention to football but i know my dad will be happy that they won. i remember when i was a kid that i thought my dad actually played for the ny giants. i would ask my mom if he was at practice. i don't think she understood what i was asking.
money is tight...again. i wish my internship was paid, but the people are cool to be around and they don't treat me like a child fresh out of the womb.
my birthday is in a week :D!
dddd rumors have been going around that there will be a arrested development movie. fuck yes!
i went to a party friday night.
