so

i wasnt in my bed for three nites but nothing really happened but then i got to my bed last nite, watched borat, which was way too stupid, and then couldnt fall asleep. so brett and i hookahed it, i got chips, salsa and water, and feel asleep.

i seemed to put in more in my birth control class, which is totally a feminism class, than any of the gurls. at least concept-wise. and the only two other guys in the class are gay. i could be the only one in that class that has a thing for gurls. maybe not, but totally likely. but im throwing out these concepts of objectifying women and all this crazy stuff from the crux (by charlotte perkins gilman, props to her) and theres just this sense of like, meh...from other people. lauren, the prof, whos is a cross between natalie portman and angelina, was touting some of my stuff so i was like ok ive got this feminism thing down, but i was blown away that some gurls wouldnt speak up about women and stuff. guhhh.

i ate an icecream cake with bay in like fifteen minutes. like whoa.

i got bright eyes tickets with casey. so pumped. rocket summer and early november the next day. al.so pumped.

foto is stupid so far. lets get some real projects that last longer than a fuckin week.


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the sunshine palace

so i interviewed at a photo production company today. last nite i was selected as the subject for this fine art photographer. and i also had my global ambassadors interview today. hopefully they will al work out.
i changed the pin number on my account and i carried bags for this homeless woman to the shelter.
since six ive felt like absolute horse shit and i have no idea why. i think its the medicine wearing off.
im goin with emma rose to a concert. that should be cool. im gunna go get a smoothie. i dont want food.
stupid.

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makeover

so mad class rearrangement. this hasnt happened to me before. but this morning i was so undecided about things that i was registered for 22 credits. i randomly went to this digital tools class which i ended up loving. completely dropped topics in healthcare, want to get rid of walter lipmann, need to finish my photo project for this week (which i just spent $400 on at b&h...), have 60 pages of reading for tomorrow, i need a job, i need an internship, i am getting bright eyes tickets on thursday but found out they are only online not at this certain box office and i was so excited to sit out in the cold for with a mate to swap music with, and ya theres just other stuff to do.

i like the go! team.

so brett and i had two shoots on saturday and our alarms didnt go off in the am and we woke up to the sound of our door bell. always good. then the second shoot took about 3 1/2 hours. we both hadnt eaten and were like ughhh so we ate shitty pizza then had jul gloog at hunts. i dont remember what happened after that. except that i helped carry phones and a microwave through the park with a homeless guy so that he could jump on the train back to brooklyn. we talked, well, i said, ya cool, a lot because i had no fucking clue what he said. then the next nite i spoke with another homeless guy for about ten minutes and learned that he used to own a truck, live in PA, painted all the fire escapes in ny basically, drinks two 40's a day, and ya, i think thats about it. oh ya, he dropped outta MIT. good plan.

i was in class for seven straight hours today. 2-9. wow. i hadnt eaten since about 9 am. wow. this seems to be a trend. at least it keeps my girlish figure.

i havent taken the time to edit these at all, but theyre fun for a looksy. these and more are up on my photo site, see left.









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good?

thank you

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stupid tv

forgot about this. so basically last nite i was at bays watching tv, which is pretty much a once in a week thing for me, maybe, and this chick is maybe the biggest fan ever of american idol and is about to sing. shes all fake gothed out, saying bff and the like, and they judges ask her who her favorite contestant has been and she said Ace. i have no idea who this kid is, and then she says, i even got a tattoo that he designed. im thinking, ok cool, tattoos, love em, but youre still gross. she continues..."everyone says that im intimidating (maybe because your four times their size and really loud and awkward) but i think i wear my heart on my sleeve." all im thinking, especially after catching shit from bay for my tattoo that chelsea and i got, and this chick rolls up her sleeve and has the same fucking thing, only uglier. hers being more cartoonish of a heart but the dot was still fucking there, but inthe corner. im flippin out, because chelsea and i designed ours! fucker! bay cant move because shes laughing too hard, im crying and laughing and ya. thats all. i just hated that.

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you get what you get and you get what you deserve

so im better after last nite.
it was actually a good thing to see and be with bay but frustrating nonetheless.
i think i have my only class today when i thought i didnt and then shes got break whatever.
yay jen is back. tea time.
and there is a dog that we now sit on wednesdays. but hes cool in my book and i dont like animals, so ya. good deal. ok. time for....homework?

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welcome home

i told my self i wouldnt do it. i said it and knew it and wouldnt. everything was planned out in my mind. i knew it i knew it. i told mysel i wouldnt let myself get too close again.

i guess im a good fuckin liar.



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