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it's nice to be using my sketchbook again. i've felt really, really guilty about abandoning it. so much of it is so shitty... which is to expected, of course, but it's really just kind of amusing more than anything else. i'm going to try to get back into things and be more productive-- i brought some of my artwork that i like back to school and hung it up, i have my sketchbook, i brought back slides to scan in the collaboratory, i'll try to use the darkroom at northmeck on friday [when i am at home. again. i left home this morning.]
new york was wonderful- especially the part spent in not new york. the poconos with jewish jersey boys fulfilling innumerable stereotypes. i've never been drunk for 2.5 days straight before... i never need to do it again. i stood on a frozen lake, but i was by myself and wasn't entirely sure where i was so i didn't venture too far out because i've seen movies, i know what happens, and i was NOT trying to fall through and get trapped under the ice and die. the jersey jews were both immigrants; one from russia one from israel, and i'm not sure where it fits in but they brought tons of syrian food, and since i was the only girl who wasn't a vegetarian, i ate tons of it.
playing in manhattan with patrick was fun too - it's going to be really important that he is one day wealthy enough to support all of his pretensions and expensive tastes. he's a good friend to have - someone i would not have associated with in high school because people like him didn't exist but we agree on so many things. it's just too bad that he makes disgusting noises when he eats and his speaking voice is kind of a shriek. but he makes me lattes and we agree on most things and i think that when he's grows up he'll be wonderful.
going home was even more wonderful. if you would've told me last year that i would be so excited to go back to davidson i wouldn't have known how to respond. but davidson now just means best friends and free food and a big bed and feeling loved. partying at davidson college was really really surreal for me - i've always known that certainly it happened, its a college, of course it does, but seeing so many people MY age THAT drunk in such close proximity to my sleeping family was just bizarre. i think i would've thought the parties were really fun when i was in high school, i should've been the creepy, inappropriate high school girl and gone then, because now they're just... parties. when did i get so jaded?? i hate it. but essentially i just got very high one night and very drunk the next and walked home at 4am, only to be called out the next morning by my mother for coming home so late.
i can't believe my dad is getting married.
new york was wonderful- especially the part spent in not new york. the poconos with jewish jersey boys fulfilling innumerable stereotypes. i've never been drunk for 2.5 days straight before... i never need to do it again. i stood on a frozen lake, but i was by myself and wasn't entirely sure where i was so i didn't venture too far out because i've seen movies, i know what happens, and i was NOT trying to fall through and get trapped under the ice and die. the jersey jews were both immigrants; one from russia one from israel, and i'm not sure where it fits in but they brought tons of syrian food, and since i was the only girl who wasn't a vegetarian, i ate tons of it.
playing in manhattan with patrick was fun too - it's going to be really important that he is one day wealthy enough to support all of his pretensions and expensive tastes. he's a good friend to have - someone i would not have associated with in high school because people like him didn't exist but we agree on so many things. it's just too bad that he makes disgusting noises when he eats and his speaking voice is kind of a shriek. but he makes me lattes and we agree on most things and i think that when he's grows up he'll be wonderful.
going home was even more wonderful. if you would've told me last year that i would be so excited to go back to davidson i wouldn't have known how to respond. but davidson now just means best friends and free food and a big bed and feeling loved. partying at davidson college was really really surreal for me - i've always known that certainly it happened, its a college, of course it does, but seeing so many people MY age THAT drunk in such close proximity to my sleeping family was just bizarre. i think i would've thought the parties were really fun when i was in high school, i should've been the creepy, inappropriate high school girl and gone then, because now they're just... parties. when did i get so jaded?? i hate it. but essentially i just got very high one night and very drunk the next and walked home at 4am, only to be called out the next morning by my mother for coming home so late.
i can't believe my dad is getting married.