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Contemporary Art Museum @ USF: trenton doyle hancock exhibit

school school school schooool. school is fun and easy and all. it's just the writing. humph. the writing is not so fun for me. it's not even that it is hard. and i am actually quite good at it. it's just the act of sitting down, focusing, and organizing my thoughts into concise thoughts. its like drawing. i was naturally good at that but the act of sitting down to do it drove me crazy. but i found it fun at times when i was in the mood. so that's what i do lately. i trick myself into getting into the mood to write. i go to my secret floor of the library, sit in one of the desks in my favorite spot, and turn on mogwai. sometimes i even buy myself a huge starbucks coffee to help me feel like a pretentious author or poet.

right now i am supposed to be finishing up my rogerian arguement on violence in film and the media; specifically, a clockwork orange. i will do it. and it will be good i'm sure, but it has been plaguing me for almost 2 weeks. like the thought of sitting down to write is the hardest part of the assignment. i've done everything besides write, including packing up my winter clothes to go to storage.

bryan, madi, and i home brewed sarsaparilla. 40 bottles. about 5 of them exploded all over the place but now that we have them in the fridge, they are doing fine. i've been hangin out with Madi a lot lately. she lives less than a block from me now. she let me borrow her digital so that i could grab all the photos i've been taking on it.

my bedroom

madison macleod's garden room

the first thing i remember is seeing light in my eyes. then realizing i was on the floor. then realizing i was in the hard rock hotel hotel room after my best friend's birthday. then realizing i was laying in a puddle of my own vomit. shit. what time was it. 7: 21 am. shit. i have school. where is my dress? groggy thank yous and im sorrys - don't look under this pillow on the floor.

we had drank, and gambled, and danced....i remember up to the point where her and i were in our bathing suits in the bathtub after getting take out from the green room. i was reaching over the tub and shoving wet, country fried steak and eggs into both of our mouths as she was laughing. i poured the whole container of bath salts in the tub. "let's chug all the bottles around the tub".......blank.

my mom

dog park friend of hers

high strung

eclipse 2010

so i've been a very bad girl with this thing. i will try and make up for it with the batch of film i just had developed.

things have been good. school is love. ankle is un-sprained. hair is long.

so i haven't been posting many of my new photos anywhere. i'm not sure why. but i feel like i must hold on to them for some reason. like they've become very personal to me. i think that is a good thing. i'll share some though. why not, eh? :)

just got back from my charleston sc/savannah ga trip. i really liked savannah. although i'm pretty sure it's just a large-scale truman show. on the same day, i saw the same people at least 5 times. it was very beautiful and i found out that the people are pretty nice too.



my camera is still doing that thing where it chooses when it wants to be broken. but i can't say i mind that much.