die habit! die!
So Jennie brought up a good point about how I've never actually been to Madison. But I've never actually been to a lot of places. I've never been west to any of the plains states.
also, my friend shills wants to use a poem I wrote in the playwrights "new song" which is awesome. I'm already on my way to becoming a rock star. starting off by proxy. my words will be rocking the compilation disks of many a kin in the UK. wooh wooh. If I wanted to move back I could even audition to be their new dame singer. that'd be an expensive audition. shills is supposed to make it to the states this summer barring any chicken pox relapses I think there will be quite a few poeple in NYC happy to see him. And as long as the girl they go with is older than 19, I don't think there will be any interband brawls. though she may fall in love with hector, but bless his heart, he'll never even realize it.
the cooking gas man is driving by. There are a lot of different noises here. The garbage is a big truck that drives around clanging a brass sounding bell and you take your bags of trash out to him and throw them up to the guy in the back. and the gas man is that car alarm sounding woman singing/saying something on rep rep repeat. There's the church bells several times a day. the children yelling in the streets. sometimes you can hear the dust blowing. and then my grandmother's bird which if it is on the left side of me sort of blows out my ear drum.
my mouth is almost all the way healed.
My lesson plans for explo are going smashingly. I heard back from my graphic design PCA (pre curriculum advisor) and he said he really like the projects I had sent to him and that I seem very organized and really into my classes. which I am. I also heard back from my fashion redesign pca who had likewise excellent things to say and some really helpful constructive comments.
I miss my stateside friends. which as I told maria, probably means I need to get off my butt and do some more exploring. If you're busy enough, you can't miss the people that aren't near to you. at least not as much.
also, my friend shills wants to use a poem I wrote in the playwrights "new song" which is awesome. I'm already on my way to becoming a rock star. starting off by proxy. my words will be rocking the compilation disks of many a kin in the UK. wooh wooh. If I wanted to move back I could even audition to be their new dame singer. that'd be an expensive audition. shills is supposed to make it to the states this summer barring any chicken pox relapses I think there will be quite a few poeple in NYC happy to see him. And as long as the girl they go with is older than 19, I don't think there will be any interband brawls. though she may fall in love with hector, but bless his heart, he'll never even realize it.
the cooking gas man is driving by. There are a lot of different noises here. The garbage is a big truck that drives around clanging a brass sounding bell and you take your bags of trash out to him and throw them up to the guy in the back. and the gas man is that car alarm sounding woman singing/saying something on rep rep repeat. There's the church bells several times a day. the children yelling in the streets. sometimes you can hear the dust blowing. and then my grandmother's bird which if it is on the left side of me sort of blows out my ear drum.
my mouth is almost all the way healed.
My lesson plans for explo are going smashingly. I heard back from my graphic design PCA (pre curriculum advisor) and he said he really like the projects I had sent to him and that I seem very organized and really into my classes. which I am. I also heard back from my fashion redesign pca who had likewise excellent things to say and some really helpful constructive comments.
I miss my stateside friends. which as I told maria, probably means I need to get off my butt and do some more exploring. If you're busy enough, you can't miss the people that aren't near to you. at least not as much.