Wow. This weekend was a handful. What happens when Kate actually goes and meets with her TAs, and asks for HELP? Well, I guess it's good to ask for advice. And it's good to ask what they want from you. But sometimes, just sometimes, they heap on way more than you can handle.
As a result, this weekend I: Wrote a play (first draft completed in 4 hours), had a 5 hour photoshoot, processed all of the film resulting from it, disposed of the personally constructed props and 8 mannequin heads with corresponding hand-made wigs used for said photoshoot, and wrote a term paper on the tactics used in National Geographic to legitimize colonial claims of power in Mayan culture.
And now it's Monday. A new era. Deep breath. Supress the rising panic. And.... GO!
Funny Every Day
If I Listened to Music
What I Love
The feeling of cheap paper when you’ve written on both sides of it—how it folds so easily in your hands.
Parking lot reverberations from speakers—public announcements or the radio.
The smell of dark, dusty leather.
Doing dishes with someone.
Wet asphalt.
The scar in the middle of my lip and the lump on my rib and the crescent on my hand.
Ringing poetry.
Some days I'm in love with everything I see.
Parking lot reverberations from speakers—public announcements or the radio.
The smell of dark, dusty leather.
Doing dishes with someone.
Wet asphalt.
The scar in the middle of my lip and the lump on my rib and the crescent on my hand.
Ringing poetry.
Some days I'm in love with everything I see.
About Me
Make! Art!
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