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February
cravings (1), boyfriends (0), mood on a scale of 1-10, ten being the greatest, 1 being the worst (3), days until holiday (12), 135 lbs.
everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one ever thinks of changing himself." -leo tolstoy
so what is there to lose? basically, nothing!
We sat on the benches, ambled along lazily, took pictures of one another, the harbor, the sunset. Jestine's was impenetrable! I suggested eating at Sermet's, so we walked five blocks and ate big. I ordered Herb-roasted tilapia, Joost ordered duck and drank sweet tea. There was a cute moment. An elderly couple beside us was eating their dinner, and short on conversation or attempting to restore a natural flow of dinner speak, the husband says "Looky there, that room goes waaaaaay back." Joost looked at me, I looked at him, and we both smiled. They were looking into a wall-covering mirror near the back of the restaurant.
March
mary laurel, jill, and i paced together, we finished in six minutes, the breakdown 1:04:59 me, 1:05:00 jill, 1:05:26 mary laurel. i had a great run and am already training to beat atleast one kenyan next year's run. we finished among the 2,000 place bracket out of 18,000 total runners.
April
i think we should call the cooper river bridge run the cooper river bridge run run next year.
Last night I saw Les Choristes at the Nick. It was incredibly moving. Somewhat of a French take on Mr. Hollands Opus, though the musician teacher dies before his students realize the positive influence he made on their lives.
greet the face of beauty
hypocrite, barbituate, dead.
likened to canned green beans.
Call me crazy, I mountain biked without shock absorbers on zee bike. I am basically immobile. I drank a soylatte. I walked upstairs. I sat down at my desk. My arm is twitching. Curse that tetched common sense I seem to lack.
JUNE__JULY
Days until Europe: 4
Haircut ideas: 3
Missed phone calls: 2
Paintings to finish before I leave: 1
arrival
Columbia to Cincinatti
Cincinatti to Amsterdam
en retour
Lyon to Madrid
Madrid to Atlanta
Atlanta to Columbia
Until then, happy summer, kids!
...yet i am a vegetarian. how odd.
August
Veganism is living up to its categorization as a lifestyle. the death and burial of my leather boots seems regrettful but timely.
Kale for dinner tonight. Whitney leaves on Saturday.
September
have been ultimately and royally falling in love with Charleston all over again.
Why go home?
I can honestly say I have had zero boredom time.
I'm an early rise, I am out the door by 9. I run long distances along the border of the peninsula and begin class at midday.
I forget to eat. I've lost over 10 pounds.
I salsa dance every Thursday and Saturday night.
I met a fabulous French guy. Think vegetarian meals, sunsets, gay bars.
I'm not perfect. College is hard. I made a 67 on my homework last week. I set a goal to improve. More study time at the library. Take each stride seriously. My number one priority is school.
I am involved.
I went to the Shabbat Sushi dinner.
I swatted flies at the Honors College Student Assoc. Cookout to raise money towards relief efforts for the victims of Katrina.
I love calling my Dad at his office just to say I hope he's having a great day. Even better when they visit (and bring me a fresh supply of Silk).
October____nothing
November
ick tock of my biological clock clang clang clang reverberating up to my ears not to worry feminist psychologists your pioneer tinkering with matches will not let go of her matchbook that could illuminate the timid shy ones she is only attracted to the beautiful names of those yet to come enthralled by the vagueness of destiny its luminosity blinking like yellow street lights simultaneity a gentle reminder of who you are and where you want to be.
preface: not child bearing
names fascinate me that's all. composing ether. hmm.
girl--> adrienne-seurat adelaide van arsdall
male-->raphael finlay-francisco van arsdall
Like a long forgotten weep..
Only 40 days away.. Christmas as always precursed by crass commercialism. Starbucks has already decorated. The addicts waltz around parading their candy apple red cups.
My lemons are missing. I buy organic, which costs a dollar more than the regular kind so when 3 out of 4 are missing in action, it really means six dollars out of my pocket.
Love life in shambles. Long distance is shorter when I am in France and his arms are encircled with mine. Calling card savings....
Art critique tonight. Lacey praised mine. I admit its taken on a mind of its own. Instead of taming the paper to yield my preconceived notions I work through drawings, letting them evolve and self perpetuate.
December
I remember the events of September 11, 2001 as many first year high schoolers remember their first failed examination- an exagerrated sense of self-worthlessness that outweighs the will to try again next time. The United States is in the same position. It has failed on many fronts- double conciousness within its borders, prostituting its reputation as the global police to the world, socially constructed myths that justify the real heinousness of American foreign policy. Dissimilar to the case of the first year student there is no extra credit, there are no bonus points. A failure is a failure. The most sensible repproachability lies in the capacity of change and redirection ahead.
What is he here for?
Where did he come from?
How did he get here?
Why is he in my yard?
Hmm. Essential existential questions.
cravings (1), boyfriends (0), mood on a scale of 1-10, ten being the greatest, 1 being the worst (3), days until holiday (12), 135 lbs.
everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one ever thinks of changing himself." -leo tolstoy
so what is there to lose? basically, nothing!
We sat on the benches, ambled along lazily, took pictures of one another, the harbor, the sunset. Jestine's was impenetrable! I suggested eating at Sermet's, so we walked five blocks and ate big. I ordered Herb-roasted tilapia, Joost ordered duck and drank sweet tea. There was a cute moment. An elderly couple beside us was eating their dinner, and short on conversation or attempting to restore a natural flow of dinner speak, the husband says "Looky there, that room goes waaaaaay back." Joost looked at me, I looked at him, and we both smiled. They were looking into a wall-covering mirror near the back of the restaurant.
March
mary laurel, jill, and i paced together, we finished in six minutes, the breakdown 1:04:59 me, 1:05:00 jill, 1:05:26 mary laurel. i had a great run and am already training to beat atleast one kenyan next year's run. we finished among the 2,000 place bracket out of 18,000 total runners.
April
i think we should call the cooper river bridge run the cooper river bridge run run next year.
Last night I saw Les Choristes at the Nick. It was incredibly moving. Somewhat of a French take on Mr. Hollands Opus, though the musician teacher dies before his students realize the positive influence he made on their lives.
greet the face of beauty
hypocrite, barbituate, dead.
likened to canned green beans.
Call me crazy, I mountain biked without shock absorbers on zee bike. I am basically immobile. I drank a soylatte. I walked upstairs. I sat down at my desk. My arm is twitching. Curse that tetched common sense I seem to lack.
JUNE__JULY
Days until Europe: 4
Haircut ideas: 3
Missed phone calls: 2
Paintings to finish before I leave: 1
arrival
Columbia to Cincinatti
Cincinatti to Amsterdam
en retour
Lyon to Madrid
Madrid to Atlanta
Atlanta to Columbia
Until then, happy summer, kids!
...yet i am a vegetarian. how odd.
August
Veganism is living up to its categorization as a lifestyle. the death and burial of my leather boots seems regrettful but timely.
Kale for dinner tonight. Whitney leaves on Saturday.
September
have been ultimately and royally falling in love with Charleston all over again.
Why go home?
I can honestly say I have had zero boredom time.
I'm an early rise, I am out the door by 9. I run long distances along the border of the peninsula and begin class at midday.
I forget to eat. I've lost over 10 pounds.
I salsa dance every Thursday and Saturday night.
I met a fabulous French guy. Think vegetarian meals, sunsets, gay bars.
I'm not perfect. College is hard. I made a 67 on my homework last week. I set a goal to improve. More study time at the library. Take each stride seriously. My number one priority is school.
I am involved.
I went to the Shabbat Sushi dinner.
I swatted flies at the Honors College Student Assoc. Cookout to raise money towards relief efforts for the victims of Katrina.
I love calling my Dad at his office just to say I hope he's having a great day. Even better when they visit (and bring me a fresh supply of Silk).
October____nothing
November
ick tock of my biological clock clang clang clang reverberating up to my ears not to worry feminist psychologists your pioneer tinkering with matches will not let go of her matchbook that could illuminate the timid shy ones she is only attracted to the beautiful names of those yet to come enthralled by the vagueness of destiny its luminosity blinking like yellow street lights simultaneity a gentle reminder of who you are and where you want to be.
preface: not child bearing
names fascinate me that's all. composing ether. hmm.
girl--> adrienne-seurat adelaide van arsdall
male-->raphael finlay-francisco van arsdall
Like a long forgotten weep..
Only 40 days away.. Christmas as always precursed by crass commercialism. Starbucks has already decorated. The addicts waltz around parading their candy apple red cups.
My lemons are missing. I buy organic, which costs a dollar more than the regular kind so when 3 out of 4 are missing in action, it really means six dollars out of my pocket.
Love life in shambles. Long distance is shorter when I am in France and his arms are encircled with mine. Calling card savings....
Art critique tonight. Lacey praised mine. I admit its taken on a mind of its own. Instead of taming the paper to yield my preconceived notions I work through drawings, letting them evolve and self perpetuate.
December
I remember the events of September 11, 2001 as many first year high schoolers remember their first failed examination- an exagerrated sense of self-worthlessness that outweighs the will to try again next time. The United States is in the same position. It has failed on many fronts- double conciousness within its borders, prostituting its reputation as the global police to the world, socially constructed myths that justify the real heinousness of American foreign policy. Dissimilar to the case of the first year student there is no extra credit, there are no bonus points. A failure is a failure. The most sensible repproachability lies in the capacity of change and redirection ahead.
What is he here for?
Where did he come from?
How did he get here?
Why is he in my yard?
Hmm. Essential existential questions.