i wanna know how many of you lost a lotta blood.
right. so.
i've been so old for so long. i'm twenty-three today, & it doesn't feel much different, but certainly a million times better than my last two birthdays. there's always some kinda heartache associated with my birthday. i'd like to think i'm pretty happy go lucky & not a drama queen, but feeling crappy right around my birthday seems to be the theme lately. most stuff is good, though, so i shouldn't complain. the biggest problem this year is that i'm so far away from my lovely lady (let's call her... clotilde), and i miss her so much. she's going to visit at the end of octobre though. she bought tickets for both of us to see the tiger lillies in brooklyn on halloween, i'm so excited. she's so sweet. i love her a lot.
(you can puke now. go ahead. i'll wait.)
i guess that only a few really shitty things happened this week. (a) i got a horrible, gut-wrenching bloodbath of a workshop on a story i wrote called "two things every woman should know." nobody understood it. my teacher (fiction writer Joshua Furst-- really great professor but a hardass like woah) really laid into it. then today he took me aside and asked me how i was, told me he felt bad because i looked really shaken up after the critique. and one chick who was absent that day told me that she'd thought it was the best thing she'd read by a peer this year. but everyone else hated it. oh yeah & (b) i feel bad because these two chicks really want to live with me and i really couldn't stand to live with one of them, even though she's really nice. i feel like a mean person. but i decided to stay in the frankensquat, because i started paying for it legit-- three bedrooms $500 a month until it gets torn down. & i just got mike d. to move in, so we'll each be paying $250. we're turning the biggest room into a studio//parlour, and i think i'm having an improvisational show (me on keys, the force on guitar, mike d. on guitar, probably candice on bass, hopefully pierre on drums, anyone else who can shred noise like they're skinning a robotic rabbit) there, hopefully saturday. we'll see. i'm hella saving money by living there, and i couldn't ask for a chill-er roommate that i already know than mike. you should come visit sometime. except that it's no girls allowed (clotilde & megan o.k.).
i've been hanging out a lot with leslie (nick's girl who rocks hard) and some other writing majors from the class below me. they're fun kids. i still don't really know any kids from my class. oops. oh well. they don't understand me. maybe i'll light some candles in the shape of a pentagram and dye my hair black and play dingeons & dragons. you're not invited.
i've been so old for so long. i'm twenty-three today, & it doesn't feel much different, but certainly a million times better than my last two birthdays. there's always some kinda heartache associated with my birthday. i'd like to think i'm pretty happy go lucky & not a drama queen, but feeling crappy right around my birthday seems to be the theme lately. most stuff is good, though, so i shouldn't complain. the biggest problem this year is that i'm so far away from my lovely lady (let's call her... clotilde), and i miss her so much. she's going to visit at the end of octobre though. she bought tickets for both of us to see the tiger lillies in brooklyn on halloween, i'm so excited. she's so sweet. i love her a lot.
(you can puke now. go ahead. i'll wait.)
i guess that only a few really shitty things happened this week. (a) i got a horrible, gut-wrenching bloodbath of a workshop on a story i wrote called "two things every woman should know." nobody understood it. my teacher (fiction writer Joshua Furst-- really great professor but a hardass like woah) really laid into it. then today he took me aside and asked me how i was, told me he felt bad because i looked really shaken up after the critique. and one chick who was absent that day told me that she'd thought it was the best thing she'd read by a peer this year. but everyone else hated it. oh yeah & (b) i feel bad because these two chicks really want to live with me and i really couldn't stand to live with one of them, even though she's really nice. i feel like a mean person. but i decided to stay in the frankensquat, because i started paying for it legit-- three bedrooms $500 a month until it gets torn down. & i just got mike d. to move in, so we'll each be paying $250. we're turning the biggest room into a studio//parlour, and i think i'm having an improvisational show (me on keys, the force on guitar, mike d. on guitar, probably candice on bass, hopefully pierre on drums, anyone else who can shred noise like they're skinning a robotic rabbit) there, hopefully saturday. we'll see. i'm hella saving money by living there, and i couldn't ask for a chill-er roommate that i already know than mike. you should come visit sometime. except that it's no girls allowed (clotilde & megan o.k.).
i've been hanging out a lot with leslie (nick's girl who rocks hard) and some other writing majors from the class below me. they're fun kids. i still don't really know any kids from my class. oops. oh well. they don't understand me. maybe i'll light some candles in the shape of a pentagram and dye my hair black and play dingeons & dragons. you're not invited.