whooooooooooooooooascandal
you know, i had actually forgotten how absolutely fucking ridiculous caroline parties were last year...about as absolutely fucking ridiculous as last night was.
casualties of the night include my pants (which ripped badly as a result of my dancing with the girls to a toxic revival), my newsie cap (i really shouldn't have even taken it off cause my hair was REAL sweaty), the cabinet door (not my fault), and a LOT of dignities. things took a steep downhill turn after body shots, which we were coaxed through by keith of all people. whooooo.
i guess i'm...done my piece. i thought i'd be working on it until literally it was time for the critique. not so. i'm a little worried about getting done so early. i'm a little worried in general. luckily i have my good luck necklace and a shirt i made today that says "i <3 coral" for moral support. maybe i should get my "what would lisa scheer do?" bracelet back from kathleen as extra protection.
friday was amazing- one of the best days of my life. five girls out of their skulls with happiness, cuddled on the beach giggling and chirping like birds, watching a sunset so beautiful it looked like the end of the world, playing with boys who made us art out of the land and climbed trees for us and told us stories, frolicking around campus and then laying on the grass under blankets, watching the moon suck the sky, which was twenty different shades of black, into an immense vortex. i saw a shape....well, i call it a shape because i don't know what else to call it, but it was absolutely beautiful. it was in the sky (it kind of WAS the sky) when we were on the beach, and then it was with me on the ceiling back at the house, and in front of the stars...infinite and gracefully moving and transparent and completely indescribable. maybe it was god or my soul or something. i miss it now.
ashley's parents came to visit tonight bearing lasagna and angel food cake and wine and ashley baby stories. i love dinners with the tribe.
wish me luck tomorrow. if you want to see me get ponzored by the faculty my crit is at 6:20 pm in the drawing room. you can only come if you promise to give nonsupportive commentors dirty looks.
i'm just kidding.
casualties of the night include my pants (which ripped badly as a result of my dancing with the girls to a toxic revival), my newsie cap (i really shouldn't have even taken it off cause my hair was REAL sweaty), the cabinet door (not my fault), and a LOT of dignities. things took a steep downhill turn after body shots, which we were coaxed through by keith of all people. whooooo.
i guess i'm...done my piece. i thought i'd be working on it until literally it was time for the critique. not so. i'm a little worried about getting done so early. i'm a little worried in general. luckily i have my good luck necklace and a shirt i made today that says "i <3 coral" for moral support. maybe i should get my "what would lisa scheer do?" bracelet back from kathleen as extra protection.
friday was amazing- one of the best days of my life. five girls out of their skulls with happiness, cuddled on the beach giggling and chirping like birds, watching a sunset so beautiful it looked like the end of the world, playing with boys who made us art out of the land and climbed trees for us and told us stories, frolicking around campus and then laying on the grass under blankets, watching the moon suck the sky, which was twenty different shades of black, into an immense vortex. i saw a shape....well, i call it a shape because i don't know what else to call it, but it was absolutely beautiful. it was in the sky (it kind of WAS the sky) when we were on the beach, and then it was with me on the ceiling back at the house, and in front of the stars...infinite and gracefully moving and transparent and completely indescribable. maybe it was god or my soul or something. i miss it now.
ashley's parents came to visit tonight bearing lasagna and angel food cake and wine and ashley baby stories. i love dinners with the tribe.
wish me luck tomorrow. if you want to see me get ponzored by the faculty my crit is at 6:20 pm in the drawing room. you can only come if you promise to give nonsupportive commentors dirty looks.
i'm just kidding.