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hi. i'm drinking coffee. the only real shocker is that i'm not listening to regina spektor.
i rode the 1/9 with regina spektor yesterday. i sat, face in book, stealing awkward glances of her adorable being. when she noticed my glancing, i turned red and read the same sentence over and over and over again " ... awkwardly Kostos hugged grandma ... awkwardly Kostos hugged grandma ... awkwardly Kostos hugged ..." until it was my stop.
i finished reading the second summer of the traveling pants (i know, i'm like a freaking teenager). now i'm looking for a new read. nothing too heavy, unless its amazing. any suggestions?
i haven't felt much like updating this thing. or, writing at all really. it's been so beautiful outside and i've been inside moping. i'm such a good time, huh? i just can't motivate myself to do much of anything. when phillip was here i was filled with energy. that's probably very unhealthy. not then, but the now.
things with phillip and i seem to be great. i really adore that boy and i want it to work for us. we've been different, but almost better. i'm calmer about stuff and he's more consistent with his interest level. hehe, that is probably the lamest description of our current status that i could possibly have given. i apologize.
i have a meeting at 4pm today to plan for the afterschool program i begin teaching next week. its all i have to do today. well i was to get fingerprinted, but i didn't feel like leaving the apartment, so i'll do that monday. all morning i've been editing my digital photographs (like i'll ever do anything with them) and compiling lesson plans (a bit more necessary then the photo-play).
tomorrow begins the opennyc weekend for which i'm very excited because every other time it's happened i found out after the fact. susie, stacy, and i are touring greenwood cemetery at 12:30. i plan on taking oodles of photos. then, tomorrow night is the gallery opening for matt's work. i'll be there as well. this is my weekend of culture. just getting out of the apartment is really a success in itself.
i'm listening to Itunes on party shuffle. not bad. i have about 3000 mp3's that i never listen to, so it's nice to be reminded what i do have : queen, paula abdul, raffi - all the good stuff.
my hair is getting so long.
last night i did my first ever self portrait. it's shockingly good, but looks nothing like me. if that makes sense. i need it for a model of a student project i'm planning. its really ... oh what's the word ... i can't think of it, but it is definitely difficult to study your face in a mirror and draw yourself. i don't know. its just odd.
aww, a joe folmar song just came on. see, party shuffle's fun.
jake, i miss talking to you. i want to visit buffalo soon. wear your homer slippers a bit or something.
well, okay. i've said enough.
take care, k.
i rode the 1/9 with regina spektor yesterday. i sat, face in book, stealing awkward glances of her adorable being. when she noticed my glancing, i turned red and read the same sentence over and over and over again " ... awkwardly Kostos hugged grandma ... awkwardly Kostos hugged grandma ... awkwardly Kostos hugged ..." until it was my stop.
i finished reading the second summer of the traveling pants (i know, i'm like a freaking teenager). now i'm looking for a new read. nothing too heavy, unless its amazing. any suggestions?
i haven't felt much like updating this thing. or, writing at all really. it's been so beautiful outside and i've been inside moping. i'm such a good time, huh? i just can't motivate myself to do much of anything. when phillip was here i was filled with energy. that's probably very unhealthy. not then, but the now.
things with phillip and i seem to be great. i really adore that boy and i want it to work for us. we've been different, but almost better. i'm calmer about stuff and he's more consistent with his interest level. hehe, that is probably the lamest description of our current status that i could possibly have given. i apologize.
i have a meeting at 4pm today to plan for the afterschool program i begin teaching next week. its all i have to do today. well i was to get fingerprinted, but i didn't feel like leaving the apartment, so i'll do that monday. all morning i've been editing my digital photographs (like i'll ever do anything with them) and compiling lesson plans (a bit more necessary then the photo-play).
tomorrow begins the opennyc weekend for which i'm very excited because every other time it's happened i found out after the fact. susie, stacy, and i are touring greenwood cemetery at 12:30. i plan on taking oodles of photos. then, tomorrow night is the gallery opening for matt's work. i'll be there as well. this is my weekend of culture. just getting out of the apartment is really a success in itself.
i'm listening to Itunes on party shuffle. not bad. i have about 3000 mp3's that i never listen to, so it's nice to be reminded what i do have : queen, paula abdul, raffi - all the good stuff.
my hair is getting so long.
last night i did my first ever self portrait. it's shockingly good, but looks nothing like me. if that makes sense. i need it for a model of a student project i'm planning. its really ... oh what's the word ... i can't think of it, but it is definitely difficult to study your face in a mirror and draw yourself. i don't know. its just odd.
aww, a joe folmar song just came on. see, party shuffle's fun.
jake, i miss talking to you. i want to visit buffalo soon. wear your homer slippers a bit or something.
well, okay. i've said enough.
take care, k.