where's elfberryk?
It's been more than a year and a half.
Notable things happend, obviously, since I am a different person than I was when I wrote my last entry. I don't know if I didn't write because nothing happend, or if what happend didn't matter enough to write. A quote from A Brave New World, that sticks with me/ purrs along with me, "Because it is idiotic... writing when there's nothing to say..."
I...
- Sat on a roof with a man about to get married the next day with a wooden leg and with Oscar.
- Lived in a little red school house next to Herb, the 97 year old Mcdonalds eating Vetern with Oscar
- Babaganouch the cat ran away...
- Graduated College with a B.A. in philosophy
- Was accepted to a grad school MFA program for writing and poetics in Colorado
- Lived on many couches/beds/peoples parents houses
- Moved into a school bus (harassed by hippie hating man with gun, blessed with marshmellow pie, kicked out of friends house, raised $750 for the Climate Ride, towed and empounded, window broken with concrete slab)
- Made guacamole in some kids drive way in Indiana while Joe fixed his broken down car/ had a soiree with said car man/ black crow keeping up with orange dotsun/
- Worked at a sunglasses kiosk ("so this is what a degree in philosophy get's you?" -prof. cerbone)
- Worked as a trainer at summer leadership camps (MN mud, sun, sleeping in front yard, waffles, empowering the revolution, Grand Marais pizza, Chicago midnight train band, Michigan smoked fish, sneaking out of Canada)
- Dropped out of MFA program before it started, (to save the planet)
- Biked all night to find Oscar
- Moved to Pittsburgh, PA to work for the Sierra Student Coalition
- Moved in with Riikka from Finland, and Dan from... well we don't really talk, I think we both like being left alone and avoid each other, kindly
Will hopefully be writing more soon, as I am plotting to have a good life again.
Notable things happend, obviously, since I am a different person than I was when I wrote my last entry. I don't know if I didn't write because nothing happend, or if what happend didn't matter enough to write. A quote from A Brave New World, that sticks with me/ purrs along with me, "Because it is idiotic... writing when there's nothing to say..."
I...
- Sat on a roof with a man about to get married the next day with a wooden leg and with Oscar.
- Lived in a little red school house next to Herb, the 97 year old Mcdonalds eating Vetern with Oscar
- Babaganouch the cat ran away...
- Graduated College with a B.A. in philosophy
- Was accepted to a grad school MFA program for writing and poetics in Colorado
- Lived on many couches/beds/peoples parents houses
- Moved into a school bus (harassed by hippie hating man with gun, blessed with marshmellow pie, kicked out of friends house, raised $750 for the Climate Ride, towed and empounded, window broken with concrete slab)
- Made guacamole in some kids drive way in Indiana while Joe fixed his broken down car/ had a soiree with said car man/ black crow keeping up with orange dotsun/
- Worked at a sunglasses kiosk ("so this is what a degree in philosophy get's you?" -prof. cerbone)
- Worked as a trainer at summer leadership camps (MN mud, sun, sleeping in front yard, waffles, empowering the revolution, Grand Marais pizza, Chicago midnight train band, Michigan smoked fish, sneaking out of Canada)
- Dropped out of MFA program before it started, (to save the planet)
- Biked all night to find Oscar
- Moved to Pittsburgh, PA to work for the Sierra Student Coalition
- Moved in with Riikka from Finland, and Dan from... well we don't really talk, I think we both like being left alone and avoid each other, kindly
Will hopefully be writing more soon, as I am plotting to have a good life again.