lovelies
Today seems to have been a saga.
Maybe events just remarked on the gorgeous fall spirit... or maybe it's just exhaustion playing it's role in keeping up appearances...
Chris and I broke up last week...you probably know that if you've talked to me lately... it just was the wrong time, wrong place, wrong people kind of situation. For what it's worth I really enjoyed caring about somebody and trusting them to be there, even if it was naive and unwise and all wrong. I told him to listen to the blow's "parenthesis"... it's summery is kind of adequate.
Jake's mum invited me over to their Jewish new year's dinner... but Jake said it was too boring apparently. eh, it would have been interesting maybe.
(I'm always surprised how disappointed I am when I lose touch with people. Like Vince. It's not like I have any reason to believe people to never morph from their former close-ness other than the fact that I still hold on myself. old story.)
Let's see...classes started out slow but now I'm really getting into drawing and ceramics. Art History is even so much more interesting than what I've been exposed to before.
Stat's is dull. good doodles though.
That's the little past update. I'm sure there are a million little details to tell but they're really not all that interesting seeming at the moment.
Community college seems much less social than I would have expected. It's been the opposite of my expectations: intellectually stimulating paired with social boredom. It must have a lot to do with being kind of cut off from the usual core of loves. I've missed Robin, Calibu, Dean, Sarah (who I see a lot less of but at least get to see sometimes), Ariel, my dad(...and well I'm not talking to Zach because you see, I don't enjoy what I can only deduce of his behavior of late to be drug induced paranoia.)...actually I see very little of most of my friends. (Dancing with Indigo is SO fun though.) Everybody is absorbed in something different and art isn't exactly finding me in a place of common passions (like sports people or music groups...). Ceramic's has really interesting wonderful people in it though.
I don't know what that was about.
excuse my attempts for contemplations...
Today there was a couple that got married either at or near Westside. They were getting married on a Tuesday like any other day but for them it was like this super day that was special to them. They made me happy. Wolfie was admired by lots of people and that made him goofy. A tourist-y looking man asked me to take a photo of wolfie next to the fountain...I was tempted to say he was a vicious man-eating wolf but decided it was too friendly a request to turn down. It kind of made my day (even if that's completely absurd).
The strange thing is that this day, sept. 11, this day that's supposed to be full of grief and memories has merely been a reflection for me personally on what's not shitty. Maybe that's how it's supposed to be?
Dean comes home to visit at the end of this week. I've missed him a lot more than I would have thought.
Also, Julia's story's amazingly addictive. yay Juleschan!
sleep time, so there's time to study for A.H. test in the morning.
Maybe events just remarked on the gorgeous fall spirit... or maybe it's just exhaustion playing it's role in keeping up appearances...
Chris and I broke up last week...you probably know that if you've talked to me lately... it just was the wrong time, wrong place, wrong people kind of situation. For what it's worth I really enjoyed caring about somebody and trusting them to be there, even if it was naive and unwise and all wrong. I told him to listen to the blow's "parenthesis"... it's summery is kind of adequate.
Jake's mum invited me over to their Jewish new year's dinner... but Jake said it was too boring apparently. eh, it would have been interesting maybe.
(I'm always surprised how disappointed I am when I lose touch with people. Like Vince. It's not like I have any reason to believe people to never morph from their former close-ness other than the fact that I still hold on myself. old story.)
Let's see...classes started out slow but now I'm really getting into drawing and ceramics. Art History is even so much more interesting than what I've been exposed to before.
Stat's is dull. good doodles though.
That's the little past update. I'm sure there are a million little details to tell but they're really not all that interesting seeming at the moment.
Community college seems much less social than I would have expected. It's been the opposite of my expectations: intellectually stimulating paired with social boredom. It must have a lot to do with being kind of cut off from the usual core of loves. I've missed Robin, Calibu, Dean, Sarah (who I see a lot less of but at least get to see sometimes), Ariel, my dad(...and well I'm not talking to Zach because you see, I don't enjoy what I can only deduce of his behavior of late to be drug induced paranoia.)...actually I see very little of most of my friends. (Dancing with Indigo is SO fun though.) Everybody is absorbed in something different and art isn't exactly finding me in a place of common passions (like sports people or music groups...). Ceramic's has really interesting wonderful people in it though.
I don't know what that was about.
excuse my attempts for contemplations...
Today there was a couple that got married either at or near Westside. They were getting married on a Tuesday like any other day but for them it was like this super day that was special to them. They made me happy. Wolfie was admired by lots of people and that made him goofy. A tourist-y looking man asked me to take a photo of wolfie next to the fountain...I was tempted to say he was a vicious man-eating wolf but decided it was too friendly a request to turn down. It kind of made my day (even if that's completely absurd).
The strange thing is that this day, sept. 11, this day that's supposed to be full of grief and memories has merely been a reflection for me personally on what's not shitty. Maybe that's how it's supposed to be?
Dean comes home to visit at the end of this week. I've missed him a lot more than I would have thought.
Also, Julia's story's amazingly addictive. yay Juleschan!
sleep time, so there's time to study for A.H. test in the morning.