brief interviews with hideous men
i had a dream the other night of zombies-not-quite-zombies; a plague of carnivorous monsters, i suppose. they ate my entire family one by one. i remember my father falling upon a ghoul which devoured its way through his rib cage, and my mom sacrificing herself to save one of our younger lives.
a ghastly introduction, but d.c.'s not too shabby, guys. it's different from new york certainly, in both good [the metro is so clean! the streets are so wide! the people are so friendly!] and bad [the metro is so clean! the streets are so wide! the people are so friendly!] ways. by which i mean i like it but i am frightened that it is slowly turning me into a NORMAL HUMAN BEING.
corrobative evidence for previous statement:
i wake up at 7:00 am frequently!
i ride the bus on a regular basis!
i attend class and have only been late once!
WEIRD, RIGHT?!
there are quite a few things i cannot be [astronaut, physicist, african-american] but there is one thing i am certainly not ready to be which is An Adult. sure, some may claim that the above examples are merely indicative of leading a good, balanced, and productive life, but good god i'm not forty-five yet, right? i'm still young, no? SPRING BREAK, GOD DAMN IT. SPRING BREAK.
whatever. in other news that doesn't have to do with my fear of becoming a boring saddo, art school is WACKY. we spent three hours last week talking about wood! and types of wood and things that cut wood and how you might accidentally kill yourself using the things that cut wood!
i would just like to say right now that:
I AM READY AND WILLING TO BE INJURED FOR THE SAKE OF MY ART.
no but seriously, this is all taking some time to get used to. in a good way, i think.
LONG TIME, NO LJ, EH, GUYS?
eh.
ps.
also: roommates. living with two strangers is so weird!
and there's so many freshmen! they're everywhere! and they're perfectly nice and interesting but they all want tattoos and smoke cloves and are mad at their parents! and it's very odd being amongst younger versions of yourself all the time!
COLLEGE IS SO WEIRD, GUYS.
a ghastly introduction, but d.c.'s not too shabby, guys. it's different from new york certainly, in both good [the metro is so clean! the streets are so wide! the people are so friendly!] and bad [the metro is so clean! the streets are so wide! the people are so friendly!] ways. by which i mean i like it but i am frightened that it is slowly turning me into a NORMAL HUMAN BEING.
corrobative evidence for previous statement:
i wake up at 7:00 am frequently!
i ride the bus on a regular basis!
i attend class and have only been late once!
WEIRD, RIGHT?!
there are quite a few things i cannot be [astronaut, physicist, african-american] but there is one thing i am certainly not ready to be which is An Adult. sure, some may claim that the above examples are merely indicative of leading a good, balanced, and productive life, but good god i'm not forty-five yet, right? i'm still young, no? SPRING BREAK, GOD DAMN IT. SPRING BREAK.
whatever. in other news that doesn't have to do with my fear of becoming a boring saddo, art school is WACKY. we spent three hours last week talking about wood! and types of wood and things that cut wood and how you might accidentally kill yourself using the things that cut wood!
i would just like to say right now that:
I AM READY AND WILLING TO BE INJURED FOR THE SAKE OF MY ART.
no but seriously, this is all taking some time to get used to. in a good way, i think.
LONG TIME, NO LJ, EH, GUYS?
eh.
ps.
also: roommates. living with two strangers is so weird!
and there's so many freshmen! they're everywhere! and they're perfectly nice and interesting but they all want tattoos and smoke cloves and are mad at their parents! and it's very odd being amongst younger versions of yourself all the time!
COLLEGE IS SO WEIRD, GUYS.