Of home.

FUCK!

do you like clothes?
my roomate started a fashion blog: http://trianglulating.blogspot.com/

I dreamed heavy, all about fishing both catching good big fish and other bottom feeders had to throw back

Did my presentation today, after spending a week in the DePaul archives hanging out with my helper Morgan--shoutout to Morgan!--okay. Working on this paper meant a whole lot of crying in weird libraries, a lot of personal stuff in those riotgrrrl zines. But I'm glad it's lifted. I feel better now.




So damn scholarly. They had these little bean bags full of sand to keep yer pages open. I'm serious, I've never seen nothing like it.

Okay. I'm gonna catch like three hours of sleep before I have to wake up and go to class.

I have no desire to do anything.

I spent last night sitting in the bottom of my shower singing Mazzy Star

Dad's tattoo


crazy day. about to pass out.
Went to a big old school building turned collective and watched
a free Akron Family show under a huge white parachute.

damn sometimes. I leaned into the big speakers and listened to them scream.
Just for a little while.

Fatigue compounded by massive stress-eating and procrastination.
See burnout, cold weather, and SADs



I did write a poem last night for the first time in forever.

That made me feel better.



I hope everyone had a nice holiday.

It snowed and stuck for the first time today.
Our backyard was just so beautiful.

I am trapped in my house waiting for a frozen BBQ turkey from Fedex. It's supposed to be here in 30,
but I bet not. I am feeling not trustfull. full of hate today

Plans are not going as planned. My ex-boyfriend is an asshole.

Tomorrow I turn twenty.

Just dreamed I was a little girl at Barak Obama's wedding. Except he was already president and he was marrying his current wife. He was giving a speech at the wedding about social ills 'cept some radio kept coming on and interrupting and he asked me to take it out back. Weird, having a tiny body again. We were in a wet place, but it was supposed to be Texas anyway.

HOLY SHIT. I'M COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!!
THANKS WORLD LESS TRAVELED GRANT!

One father-daughter installation coming up.

conte and water



Made peanut butter cookies with Michelle.
Decided I will get a tattoo.

BBQ CANCELED DUE TO ARTISTIC DIFFERENCES.

my eyes are watering. it's all about Old Style and BBQ Tofu Pizza tonight.

Korean Grrrls and some Buildings

By some wild chance I'm seeing Joanna Newsom tonight at the Chicago Symphony. Damn.
It is lovely and wet outside and smells like sidewalk cement.

All I have time for that is not working:

1. Listen to Dolly Parton CDs from the library

2. Cut out half-inch size people doing yoga from my new book

3. Entertain my mom by marching half-inch people around the table



My father's 50th birthday is next Thursday; as a gift I'm trying to re-create a Twin Peaks shirt he had when he was in his mid 20s and that my mom threw away while he was at work. If the result is good I will post then/now shots. I really hope it works out, honestly this is the only thing I could think of that he might like. Besides maybe like some Pixar DVDs or a skateboard I can't afford.

It rained the other day, which was a big deal.

The IM/IL ride was ludicrous this morning; when we reached St. Eds no less than 23 ballerinas boarded the already full bus and stood in the center laughing uncomfortably, and talking about how they don't have public transit where they live, and also laughing at the old guy playing guitar with creepy vocals in back.

After lunch we were asked to "de-stuff" and "re-stuff" around a thousand envelopes for members. My co-worker, a strange old black man named Levi, helped kill time by telling everyone stories about funny things he'd seen happen at the club; like people stealing entire bottles of Jack Daniel's and trying to finish them off in the bathroom, of fights that broke out between waiters during weddings, and best of all: about a waiter trying to stab a chef, and that waiter being subsequently locked in the wine cellar for two hours to protect his victim.

34 more days till Chicago

At Hamilton Pool with Sarah C, Sarah C's apprentice, Casey, and special guest Laura B.

Skipped work all day to paint and feel sick inside (Mom covered my shift ha-ha).
I might go check the mail later, but you know.

har-har-har. Made a dishrag with some paper rags from work. It has my girlfriend on it.






Also, everyday for the last two days I have spotted a rainbow in the sky. Is it good luck?