maybe sort of cursed?
just saw v for vendetta. it was by far the most amazing movie i've seen recently. i don't even know why exactly i liked it so much, but i know i didn't blink v much and i thought a lot and it was just really good.
totally justified me going to the theatres in slippers and oversized sweatpants with packets of salt in my pockets.
my little sister is turning 17 today. which is so freaky.
we found an apartment- it is big and has a deck/porch and is part of a yellow house. all v good signs i believe.
i spent more time at the gallery looking AGAIN thru the large pile of bubblewrap i made after we unwrapped all the work. bc somehow, a book by an architect has been lost. and our gallery hasn't ever lost anything before. so now i'm just thinking of military coats and YSL blouses from last summer that went missing. i think i am cursed and wherever i work, things disappear. like tricky ghosts or something.
the opening was fantastic- i feel in love w/ my life. i am all for things that involve a litttttle bit of elitism, art, high heels, and glasses of wine. but just in case that risked getting too mature and sophisticated, there was an appropriate amt of me tipsily showing my adviser around the exhibit.
she drove me to the big train station on her way home and talked on the radio stuff her son installed in her car- rather than use a cell phone, she just called out his little code name on their family's private station. it was so great bc, really, ppl who communicate w/ radios and have code names are fabulous, and also bc it reminded me of really nice days/afternoons on josh's lake with my favorite ppl in the entire world and remembering they have radio names too.
i like remembering things (days, nights, instances, stories) like that that when they were happening, might not have been very notable or even super good, but when you remember them later...they are so, so sweet.
so, i'll be back in like 3 weeks???
totally justified me going to the theatres in slippers and oversized sweatpants with packets of salt in my pockets.
my little sister is turning 17 today. which is so freaky.
we found an apartment- it is big and has a deck/porch and is part of a yellow house. all v good signs i believe.
i spent more time at the gallery looking AGAIN thru the large pile of bubblewrap i made after we unwrapped all the work. bc somehow, a book by an architect has been lost. and our gallery hasn't ever lost anything before. so now i'm just thinking of military coats and YSL blouses from last summer that went missing. i think i am cursed and wherever i work, things disappear. like tricky ghosts or something.
the opening was fantastic- i feel in love w/ my life. i am all for things that involve a litttttle bit of elitism, art, high heels, and glasses of wine. but just in case that risked getting too mature and sophisticated, there was an appropriate amt of me tipsily showing my adviser around the exhibit.
she drove me to the big train station on her way home and talked on the radio stuff her son installed in her car- rather than use a cell phone, she just called out his little code name on their family's private station. it was so great bc, really, ppl who communicate w/ radios and have code names are fabulous, and also bc it reminded me of really nice days/afternoons on josh's lake with my favorite ppl in the entire world and remembering they have radio names too.
i like remembering things (days, nights, instances, stories) like that that when they were happening, might not have been very notable or even super good, but when you remember them later...they are so, so sweet.
so, i'll be back in like 3 weeks???