Sorting it out
After much stress and loss of sleep and scrambling around trying to figure things out, I can now say definitively that I will be spending the summer in Brattleboro, working as the Brattleboro Museum and Art Center's summer intern (aka Teta Hilsdon's and Konstantin von Krusenstiern's indentured servant). Because that won't pay much, I'm also on the hunt for a second job, probably at a restaurant... I start calling places tomorrow. Regardless, I'm SO happy that I don't have to spend my summer alone on Nantucket waiting on rich fucks.
I went home for my birthday (the first), and had a lovely time. I took pictures, most notably a series of Sarah Gruver holding her nose, a series of the boys at the J-Pad playing ping-pong, and a series of myself mere moments after turning 20.
Emily and I spent a tired/sick/hungover birthday together, which was nice (to see her, not the tired and sick and hungover), and had a nice dinner with both sets of parents (and Laura), and drank wine and were silly and hung out with her friends. It was good.
This weekend was fun - Friday night we had a "Stop Making Sense" party, sort of in honor of my and Cody's birthdays, and I was drunk and silly and managed to lose my cell phone and my glasses. Both have been found. Saturday night Art Brut played at Haverford -- for those not in the know, they're one of the biggest bands on the indie scene right now, and it was pretty fucking incredible that they came to play here (in my cafe, no less). It was a fun show, and I got to talk to the band afterward (although missed the crazy party where they all did kegstands in one of the dorms on campus... but I did have a nice long talk with Luke instead, which was worth it). AND I now own a t-shirt that says "Modern Art Makes Me Want to Rock Out," which I think is pretty sweet.
ANyway, enough for now. I'm going to go...erm... get started on that film paper that's due tomorrow. Should be a blast.