it's monday and i'm saner
it's monday and i'm not racing against the clock, staying up 'til three and printing, at last minute, my essay exercise for the class tomorrow. there's still more work to do but they can wait, and there's time to write a few words and actually stop to think. this is pretty wonderful; i'm glad.
today was equal parts suck and happyface, the first part comprising my waking up late and having to deal with a nasty photo place that advertises student discounts and then proceeds to ignore their student customers for 20 minutes because they asked for one. i don't deal well in these situations, and it ruined my day. then i lost the hundred+ $ receipt for my oil painting supplies, and almost lost the other one for my photography materials too. it must have fallen off my dresser and into the trash, and now i can't claim money from the ministry, at least, in part. well i suppose it's not that big a deal but having more money to spare is always a good thing.
i feel better now, after reading some of my class readings and getting my work done and watching ever after with some floormates. we got insomnia cookies; that helped too. i'm feeling strangely calm right now. i guess it's a good thing. i haven't spoken to the boy all day, and i suppose it's for the better this way. if i keep talking to him it'll just take all my energy to be as cheerful as i was before because this isn't going to be as real. i just don't want him to think i'm ignoring him. with luck we'll be fine. we are beautiful, are we not? we'll be fine.
i'm leaning against my wall right now, on my bed, surrounded by blankets and pillows. i have coloured my hair crimson and in the elevator (lift) this morning jessica, my almost-neighbour on the other side of the corridor, remarked that there are a million colours in there. i suppose that's what happens when you go from green to red. it's long enough for a ponytail, and that's how i'm wearing it right now. it's very quiet right now. my roommate has her earphones on and it's 12:38 on a sunday night. uncharacteristically, no one is talking outside, and there are hardly any cars on the road except for the odd one passing by. then you hear the zooming sound but it's gone in an instant.
yesterday i went with my stream to chelsea where all the galleries are, and we visited a few of them. saw some eggleston and arbus, and other random people. i like visiting galleries. we had a good lunch, too. best whipped cream i've ever tasted on a hot chocolate - you'd think that the whipped cream was not what you ordered the hot chocolate for but that was so beautiful. i also had a linguine with smoked salmon, and to my surprise, it didn't come alfredo, but it suited me fine. that way i could finish more of it (i always gag halfway through my alfredo or marinara, too gelat) and it was healthier. it was really good, too. alix said that my lunch was a sophisticated choice, that she had toast, and that was, to me, a rather interesting comment. linguine and salmon, sophisticated? well, well, america. who knew? anyway, i don't remember the name of the diner but it had hearts all over its windowpanes, garish, and zebra tablecloths. i must go back there some time. the lunch was free; it was on the stream, and that made it all the better. -happyface-
in the evening i went with julio to the damien hirst show opening at the gagosian. there was a good sampling of his works there - spot paintings, butterfly radial paintings, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds and a formaldehyde piece. i keep thinking how much i would love to see all of his formaldehyde pieces concentrated in one space, the new museum maybe, with its industrial aesthetic - the whitewashed walls and corrugated iron. wouldn't that be something. but the gagosian was pleasant enough, pity he wasn't there, and that our subway ride up and downtown was probably longer than the amount of time we spent in the gallery itself. all in a day's work.
today was equal parts suck and happyface, the first part comprising my waking up late and having to deal with a nasty photo place that advertises student discounts and then proceeds to ignore their student customers for 20 minutes because they asked for one. i don't deal well in these situations, and it ruined my day. then i lost the hundred+ $ receipt for my oil painting supplies, and almost lost the other one for my photography materials too. it must have fallen off my dresser and into the trash, and now i can't claim money from the ministry, at least, in part. well i suppose it's not that big a deal but having more money to spare is always a good thing.
i feel better now, after reading some of my class readings and getting my work done and watching ever after with some floormates. we got insomnia cookies; that helped too. i'm feeling strangely calm right now. i guess it's a good thing. i haven't spoken to the boy all day, and i suppose it's for the better this way. if i keep talking to him it'll just take all my energy to be as cheerful as i was before because this isn't going to be as real. i just don't want him to think i'm ignoring him. with luck we'll be fine. we are beautiful, are we not? we'll be fine.
i'm leaning against my wall right now, on my bed, surrounded by blankets and pillows. i have coloured my hair crimson and in the elevator (lift) this morning jessica, my almost-neighbour on the other side of the corridor, remarked that there are a million colours in there. i suppose that's what happens when you go from green to red. it's long enough for a ponytail, and that's how i'm wearing it right now. it's very quiet right now. my roommate has her earphones on and it's 12:38 on a sunday night. uncharacteristically, no one is talking outside, and there are hardly any cars on the road except for the odd one passing by. then you hear the zooming sound but it's gone in an instant.
yesterday i went with my stream to chelsea where all the galleries are, and we visited a few of them. saw some eggleston and arbus, and other random people. i like visiting galleries. we had a good lunch, too. best whipped cream i've ever tasted on a hot chocolate - you'd think that the whipped cream was not what you ordered the hot chocolate for but that was so beautiful. i also had a linguine with smoked salmon, and to my surprise, it didn't come alfredo, but it suited me fine. that way i could finish more of it (i always gag halfway through my alfredo or marinara, too gelat) and it was healthier. it was really good, too. alix said that my lunch was a sophisticated choice, that she had toast, and that was, to me, a rather interesting comment. linguine and salmon, sophisticated? well, well, america. who knew? anyway, i don't remember the name of the diner but it had hearts all over its windowpanes, garish, and zebra tablecloths. i must go back there some time. the lunch was free; it was on the stream, and that made it all the better. -happyface-
in the evening i went with julio to the damien hirst show opening at the gagosian. there was a good sampling of his works there - spot paintings, butterfly radial paintings, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds and a formaldehyde piece. i keep thinking how much i would love to see all of his formaldehyde pieces concentrated in one space, the new museum maybe, with its industrial aesthetic - the whitewashed walls and corrugated iron. wouldn't that be something. but the gagosian was pleasant enough, pity he wasn't there, and that our subway ride up and downtown was probably longer than the amount of time we spent in the gallery itself. all in a day's work.