happy, leah?
i have been reprimanded for being a livejournal update failure. it's hard to keep track of me. i'll try harder. no promises.
this weekend i went home. my mother picked me up after driving seven hours beginning at 6am. my eyes were patched. she gave me oxycodine and i slept the whole way home.
mandi and owen came over that night. we sat outside and talked. they adopted me. i like that. then i got ready for bed. owen patched my eyes again and they tucked me in.
saturday mema brought me a bagel. talkative little woman. i love her. mandi came back and we went to a bookfair in mt vernon. we heard her poetry teacher read and ate veggie pitas. then we took a nap. natalie joined. how kind of her to come to me! what a good girl. i like her..
we moved to my father's house after eating chinese food. nothing like chinese food in pikeville. and bagels. i ate a lot of bagels this weekend. we drank a bottle of sangria. it tastes good with fruit. i miss fresh fruit at school. then owen, preston, and mandi's friend chelsea came over. clare joined eventually. i miss her too. we watched bad movies. no big fights.
sunday i had brunch with stanley, gwenn, grandma, hannah, natalie and leigh. more bagels. we sang showtunes poorly. like cartoons. tats went to the beach with wendy. "peter pan's gay and wendy's ok with it..." i like her. i hope that he marries her one day. she makes him a better person.
the dinnerparty was fun. a myriad of people that i love and many more that amuse me. frankie came too. what a shame that i didnt get to know her better before she migrated to kansas city! there's still time, i suppose. i'm learning more about preston. she is a very good person. mandi and preston are coming to the coming out ball in october.
we sat outside for most of the night. amy played guitar and we sang. i wish that i remembered more harmonies. i dont think that we sounded very good, which is a shame because we used to. we'll have to work on that in october. a bunch of us played the haha game in the grass behind the townhouse.
"that's some fine grass," people said. i agree. my mother served an exorbitant amount of delicious food. no one could eat it all, so many leftovers. there was drama at the end but it is now resolved, so no worries.
monday natalie and i had brunch with mema. she lost at cards. score.
we then went to carver to pick up hannah. i saw annie. i miss her. also, i stopped by the classrooms of cypressi, cook, mcdaniel, and joseph. what good teachers! i miss that place. i grew up a lot there.
(i'm catching on to an overuse of the word "missing." unfortunate.)
natalie drove me home that night. we had a good time. good music. good talks. not a lot of traffic. [enter: me typing something stupid...]
i had sculpture today. my teacher said, "that was really freaky, man." i've regained a sense of humor. leah called me a ho. little called me a jackass. cypressi told me that i've raised the bar to a whole other level of incompetancy. i like how the better someone knows me the less their surprise. seriously.. the deadline is now sometime before the end of the semester. welding and i are on a break.
david talked about our next assignment- armatures. i'm going to make a portrait bust. curious how as soon as i left art school i began yearning for old masters structure. it's going to be glorious and impressive. i'm excited in an elitist sort of way.
we cleaned the welding pad. i swept. got all of the shards out from under piles of scrapmetal. someone had trouble with the dust pan and i helped. "i'm a camp counselor," i said. i was proud. now i'm listening to the folkdance mix that jacq put out this summer. it makes me happy. then sad. fall updates should be coming out soon, right? i'm going to say no. hannah will be a ca and i wont be there to watch her in her glory. sobering.
happy, leah?
eyzeh yom yafeh..
this weekend i went home. my mother picked me up after driving seven hours beginning at 6am. my eyes were patched. she gave me oxycodine and i slept the whole way home.
mandi and owen came over that night. we sat outside and talked. they adopted me. i like that. then i got ready for bed. owen patched my eyes again and they tucked me in.
saturday mema brought me a bagel. talkative little woman. i love her. mandi came back and we went to a bookfair in mt vernon. we heard her poetry teacher read and ate veggie pitas. then we took a nap. natalie joined. how kind of her to come to me! what a good girl. i like her..
we moved to my father's house after eating chinese food. nothing like chinese food in pikeville. and bagels. i ate a lot of bagels this weekend. we drank a bottle of sangria. it tastes good with fruit. i miss fresh fruit at school. then owen, preston, and mandi's friend chelsea came over. clare joined eventually. i miss her too. we watched bad movies. no big fights.
sunday i had brunch with stanley, gwenn, grandma, hannah, natalie and leigh. more bagels. we sang showtunes poorly. like cartoons. tats went to the beach with wendy. "peter pan's gay and wendy's ok with it..." i like her. i hope that he marries her one day. she makes him a better person.
the dinnerparty was fun. a myriad of people that i love and many more that amuse me. frankie came too. what a shame that i didnt get to know her better before she migrated to kansas city! there's still time, i suppose. i'm learning more about preston. she is a very good person. mandi and preston are coming to the coming out ball in october.
we sat outside for most of the night. amy played guitar and we sang. i wish that i remembered more harmonies. i dont think that we sounded very good, which is a shame because we used to. we'll have to work on that in october. a bunch of us played the haha game in the grass behind the townhouse.
"that's some fine grass," people said. i agree. my mother served an exorbitant amount of delicious food. no one could eat it all, so many leftovers. there was drama at the end but it is now resolved, so no worries.
monday natalie and i had brunch with mema. she lost at cards. score.
we then went to carver to pick up hannah. i saw annie. i miss her. also, i stopped by the classrooms of cypressi, cook, mcdaniel, and joseph. what good teachers! i miss that place. i grew up a lot there.
(i'm catching on to an overuse of the word "missing." unfortunate.)
natalie drove me home that night. we had a good time. good music. good talks. not a lot of traffic. [enter: me typing something stupid...]
i had sculpture today. my teacher said, "that was really freaky, man." i've regained a sense of humor. leah called me a ho. little called me a jackass. cypressi told me that i've raised the bar to a whole other level of incompetancy. i like how the better someone knows me the less their surprise. seriously.. the deadline is now sometime before the end of the semester. welding and i are on a break.
david talked about our next assignment- armatures. i'm going to make a portrait bust. curious how as soon as i left art school i began yearning for old masters structure. it's going to be glorious and impressive. i'm excited in an elitist sort of way.
we cleaned the welding pad. i swept. got all of the shards out from under piles of scrapmetal. someone had trouble with the dust pan and i helped. "i'm a camp counselor," i said. i was proud. now i'm listening to the folkdance mix that jacq put out this summer. it makes me happy. then sad. fall updates should be coming out soon, right? i'm going to say no. hannah will be a ca and i wont be there to watch her in her glory. sobering.
happy, leah?
eyzeh yom yafeh..