i rock the hizzouse
the thesis reading rocked on friday. everyone really liked my poems--even remembered lines and such when they were talking to me about it later (as in, "i loved the one about the circus, and the ending with the zebras was just great."). i read the whole saint augustine sequence, which jim said he wants to see (i have very minimal contact with jim, oddly enough, since he's the director of the program--i don't think he'd heard/read my work since my application to the program), and i'm really satisfied. and i got to go first, which helped the nervousness (david kind of wanted to go first, but he was gracious and let me go first instead). and everyone said i was so poised, and stuart said i did a terrific job, and i don't think he just said that because he was talking to my dad. also, everyone said i looked really fucking sexy, which was true. i'll post pictures soon--my dad took some with his digital camera, and i finished off a roll of film, so hopefully sometime this week.
also, the party at matt's house after the reading was great. there was fruit punch, with vodka strawberries and peaches floating in it. yay. and xina was there, i hadn't seen her in a really long time. everyone clapped when i came in. i like that. i felt a lot more like my old self, the self that was fun and popular and liked and the center of attention and pretty. i hadn't felt like her in a long time. she was really cool.
friday was definitely a good time.
also, the party at matt's house after the reading was great. there was fruit punch, with vodka strawberries and peaches floating in it. yay. and xina was there, i hadn't seen her in a really long time. everyone clapped when i came in. i like that. i felt a lot more like my old self, the self that was fun and popular and liked and the center of attention and pretty. i hadn't felt like her in a long time. she was really cool.
friday was definitely a good time.