we don't live here anymore
it's so weird because we grew up posting here everyday, the tiny little details of our lives and now it's so empty and sporadic. i know i hardly post anything but pictures of the work i've done, but i guess so much of my life is bound up in the work that i've been doing. finals were finally over last thursday - we had a great critique session for design and that was it. it was brilliant. for the last project, we had everything from boob cakes to giant syringes filled with skittle-flavoured vodka back to penis lollipops and godzilla plushies sewn with tie-dye-ish coloured fabrics... i think everyone really just went crazy and it was great. this was for that imaginary film festival that i had blogged about a long time ago. we were supposed to design things like... posters, tickets, merchandise for the event. aaron brought in ale and we all had a jolly good time. :P
i'm in amherst right now, typing this out in a science library while jez is scouring the internets in order to write his final paper. he's still taking his finals, and i came over to distract him because i needed help lugging my 284032425240732840 possessions home for good ( and also 'cuz i miss him. i guess >D ) spending next semester in berlin means that i pretty much have to move everything i own back home, because storage in nyc is quite atrocious. my friend lauren is helping me hold on to some stuff because she lives in staten island, one hr away from manhattan, but i am trying not to clog up her attic nonetheless. her family's been really nice to me this whole time that i've known her - i spent thanksgiving (my first real thanksgiving dinner! with shit tons of food and all!) with her family at her aunt's and it was like a chinese new year, boisterous cousins and festive spirits all around. it was really great. they had two turkeys, one baked and one fried, and a huge bowl of mash potatoes. we played with her cousins and hung out a bit. her brother had this donnie darko bunny costume (frank? or something) and he wore it and jumped out at me at night at their house omg it was fucking frightening even though i knew it was him under all that fucked up furriness. o_o
so anyway, so much has happened in the past semester, and i realise i don't even write anymore. i don't really know how this has had an impact on my life. i remember that i used to keep a journal and everything, writing every single piece of triviality down like it was the most important thing ever. i guess nowadays there's hardly time for that - or at least, i don't make time for it anymore - and little inclination to either. oh well. and sometimes writing is such a self-conscious thing to do that i'd rather not write at all. i'll be home soon! i have plans to knit and finally make books. hopefully for real this time, now that i have materials and knowledge. heh.
i hope everyone is doing well.
i'm in amherst right now, typing this out in a science library while jez is scouring the internets in order to write his final paper. he's still taking his finals, and i came over to distract him because i needed help lugging my 284032425240732840 possessions home for good ( and also 'cuz i miss him. i guess >D ) spending next semester in berlin means that i pretty much have to move everything i own back home, because storage in nyc is quite atrocious. my friend lauren is helping me hold on to some stuff because she lives in staten island, one hr away from manhattan, but i am trying not to clog up her attic nonetheless. her family's been really nice to me this whole time that i've known her - i spent thanksgiving (my first real thanksgiving dinner! with shit tons of food and all!) with her family at her aunt's and it was like a chinese new year, boisterous cousins and festive spirits all around. it was really great. they had two turkeys, one baked and one fried, and a huge bowl of mash potatoes. we played with her cousins and hung out a bit. her brother had this donnie darko bunny costume (frank? or something) and he wore it and jumped out at me at night at their house omg it was fucking frightening even though i knew it was him under all that fucked up furriness. o_o
so anyway, so much has happened in the past semester, and i realise i don't even write anymore. i don't really know how this has had an impact on my life. i remember that i used to keep a journal and everything, writing every single piece of triviality down like it was the most important thing ever. i guess nowadays there's hardly time for that - or at least, i don't make time for it anymore - and little inclination to either. oh well. and sometimes writing is such a self-conscious thing to do that i'd rather not write at all. i'll be home soon! i have plans to knit and finally make books. hopefully for real this time, now that i have materials and knowledge. heh.
i hope everyone is doing well.