big dump

the drawings in the margins of my notes are almost always my most charming. if a bit mindless.

here are some recent ones:

and

this is the painting i just finished. some assignment about Reagan's daughter's suicide attempt...

evil twin

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ooh lala

thats, right, everybody loves leslie.

laura broke my favorite glass this morning, probably because i loaded the dishwasher hastily - but, seriously, this was a fucking beautiful drinking glass. covered in gilded tattoo-flash roses. it was from the 1950's. i mean, a fucking tattoo flash glass. gone forever.

it's nice when people aren't hating me.

wow i can't even function right now. dear lord.


update: (laura can back me up on this) the place on my cheek where that fucker hit me a week ago is now green. didn't even know i had a bruise, but now it's green. i am the very biggest badass.

cool

it's 9:07. my class started at nine. i just waited for 35 minutes for the L train before the station agent announced that L train service is fucking not happening this morning (or at least not for some insane amount of time). I would have to take the G to the A - no way. that would be at least another hour before i got there - class would be over. No cabs to be had, either. fuck this, i'm going to get breakfast....good thing this isn't my final allowed absence for this class...NOT. fuck. i hope more than half the class is absent today. it's likely.

lest i ever forget...

last night was pretty big. some (naked) asshole was talking shit to me and my friends, and being an all-around douche, so i bitch-slapped him....and he slapped me back. we should have killed him a little bit.

clearly, some good things have been happening to me over the last couple of days, as i can't seem to stop smiling today. as if i am being perpetually being told one-liners as i walk around. god, i'm the coolest girl alive. so lucky.

the general population of guys in my life has dramatically improved in overall quality this year. fuck 2007, long live 200GR8.

can't stop listening to "floods" by flin flon, fyi. catchy shit, as well as literally describing some recent events in my life, more or less.

gayest post of all time.

god bless...

...the new layout over at nymag.com

seriously, god bless this decision.

how my education is coming along

plumber barbie

i totally met the coolest guy last weekend. it was awesome. he is really, really adorable.

my sister thinks i'm good at poetry. this means the world to me.

my brother and his boyfriend are coming to stay with me this weekend, they get in tomorrow. I haven't seen them in ages, so this should be nice - even though they are going to be at a juggling convention at Pratt (and/or going to Times Square) the whole time.

I am painting this pinup right now of Plumber Barbie, and, I have apparently found my calling in life: painting sexy naked bitches. it's a wonderful thing. my dad will DEFINITELY not approve. i'll post her when she's done.

and laura watching the finale of project runway

someone was being cute

sweet flag action on my street earlier

Judgement: good day.

went to the brooklyn museum today. i am the smartest person alive. it's a good feeling.

hung out with eric (and briefly with kenneth/amanda). so glad i've been seeing more of him recently.

went to the sams' opening. too many sams in one room. fucking insane. apparently, I, for a change, am the shithead that can't remember people's names. why can't we all just wear name tags? or all be named sam.

so many awkward side-hugs. who doesn't hate side hugs?

that said, the work looked good, and i am now sitting in my room trying to make sense of things:
- i guess i really should spend the summer figuring out what exactly turns me on about painting
- i hate small talk
- i hate misconstruing people's intentions
- i feel attractive, but i must forever be reminded that I AM NOT AN AMAZONIAN MODEL-WOMAN - why can't she just stay out of the country?!? grr.
- at least i feel optimistic; i fear that this feeling is unfounded.

later skater.

monkey girl

last night was wild.
saw ethan steiffel (not sure how to spell it).
hung out with k-doll and his pratt/other friends. fucking insane. good thing i can only do that once a month, i need the time to rest up.

so much dance music over here.

long time no mindless blabber

i do not deserve to have long hair. as i act towards everything else in my life, i bully my hair around into straight, wavy, pony-tailed submission every morning...and by the end of the day my hair will have passive-aggressively woven rats' nests all over the place. if i don't end up cutting this hair, sooner or later the follicles are just going to mutiny and break off en masse. can't wait for that day.

my gay got a boyfriend. they are perfect. fucking perfect. i love them so much - but not nearly as much as they love choking each other in public.

my roommate moved out yesterday.

who would have guessed that today i would be spending all my time on a painting of a giant robot? if you told me that two years ago i would have laughed in your face. i think that's pretty cool. i can't wait for this summer/spring break (?) when i will finally have a bit of spare time to work on painting what I want to paint. (hint: not robots)