stream of consciousness.
Well, Maya Angelou would shit herself if she read what is about to go down. This is my sad sad little version of just random thoughts. Why? Well...
I'm writing a paper about Dali and Surrealism and god only knows what else (Im actually really intrigued by this one painting of two figures with...drawers going up their legs, a giraffe on fire in the background, and i think things of meat hanging randomly in the air. weird.)
anyway, I just completely did a day-recap in like 30 seconds of thought while simultaneously contemplating this painting and writing a recap of the Spanish Civil War for my paper.
A lot happened today, relatively meaningless things, mind you, but still a lot. And I suppose I just found it amusing--and dare I say, impressive--at how I could do all things at once without getting angry.
woke up this morning after having the realization that I was actually still drunk throughout most of the day yesterday. Used my last Excedrin at 1 AM, dammit. I hope it was worth it. I guess it was though, because I have no recollection of last night--or trying to fall asleep again...or waking up during the night, nothing. Thank god. T
hough when I woke up this morning. Snooze 3 times, maybe 4. I was so exhausted. Maybe that means I didn't really sleep, I was just knocked out and REM never made its way in!
Showering can be such a chore. That sounds kind of disgusting to say, but Im sure it's a universal truth to everyon. Or it should be.
I wish we had a drain so I could take a bath right now. That would be relaxing, and give me something to do other than sit here reading about Siquieros in poorly translated english.
I need some CDs. Where's Chloe?!
It was really cold at work today, but at least the frigidity wasn't coming from the office environment. I spoke with everyone for a good 5-10 minutes, progress.
I LOVE the press people. What fun!
Toilet just doesnt seem polite to use in a sentence. What ever happened to washroom? restroom? anything?
Toilet. Gross word.
Kids kids kids, everywhere! On a monday morning no less. Yay to museums. And the year of the Tiger, that must be it.
Finally saw the shit, what's his name....Marc Quinn! Yes, finally saw his head sculpture. I enjoy his work, but I dont find that one particularly appealing beyond its over-used conceptual motivations. Though it does have a nice glow to it. Looks like Jell-O
Irving Penn knows his shit. Its a shame he stopped using space as an integral part of his portraits. He really did it well, I enjoyed that much more than his close-ups.
Ive learned a lot about photography. I mean, nothing technical obviously, but I think I can honestly say that I appreciate it much more than I ever thought I did. Fabric can be quite beautiful. As can trash.
I wanted to hug a homeless man today. Not because of anything he did. Not even to brighten his day per se, but b/c i saw a bag of bagels and pastries outside cafe Nero after closing. Do they always do that? How amazing. I think every cafe should do that..theyre going to waste them anyway. I thought about picking up the bags and just distributing them to everyone who needed them. I imagine skipping while doing this.
Oh man, Mary Poppins.
I realized today that I am not overcome with panic when I am lost. It was really nice.
Highlight of my day was when a man moved aside to let me through a narrow walk way. When I said thank you, he kindly responded with "my pleasure". It made me smile long after we went opposite ways, especially when I think about that pipe he had hanging from his mouth.
I dont know if that's a good thing that is the highlight, but eh..what can you do.
Hm, library girl. Libraries in general....why the hell do they make them so confusing?? The art floor was noticeably darker than the rest of the place--what the hell is that about.
I miss my mom. I wonder if she misses me. Im sure she does, though she hasn't made an effort to talk to me other than through e-mail.
Dairy is taking over my life.
god my neck hurts. Why don't they have desks here?
wow this is long. And probably not as amusing as it was in my head. But I dont care.
IM STOPPING NOW!
sorry maya angelou.
Seriously-- I am. Both with the fact that I just butchered one of your prized literary devices and that I just, well, really don't like your writing all that much.
And I had to organize your effing post cards today at work too, what are the odds.
BACK TO DALI! what a crackpot.
I'm writing a paper about Dali and Surrealism and god only knows what else (Im actually really intrigued by this one painting of two figures with...drawers going up their legs, a giraffe on fire in the background, and i think things of meat hanging randomly in the air. weird.)
anyway, I just completely did a day-recap in like 30 seconds of thought while simultaneously contemplating this painting and writing a recap of the Spanish Civil War for my paper.
A lot happened today, relatively meaningless things, mind you, but still a lot. And I suppose I just found it amusing--and dare I say, impressive--at how I could do all things at once without getting angry.
woke up this morning after having the realization that I was actually still drunk throughout most of the day yesterday. Used my last Excedrin at 1 AM, dammit. I hope it was worth it. I guess it was though, because I have no recollection of last night--or trying to fall asleep again...or waking up during the night, nothing. Thank god. T
hough when I woke up this morning. Snooze 3 times, maybe 4. I was so exhausted. Maybe that means I didn't really sleep, I was just knocked out and REM never made its way in!
Showering can be such a chore. That sounds kind of disgusting to say, but Im sure it's a universal truth to everyon. Or it should be.
I wish we had a drain so I could take a bath right now. That would be relaxing, and give me something to do other than sit here reading about Siquieros in poorly translated english.
I need some CDs. Where's Chloe?!
It was really cold at work today, but at least the frigidity wasn't coming from the office environment. I spoke with everyone for a good 5-10 minutes, progress.
I LOVE the press people. What fun!
Toilet just doesnt seem polite to use in a sentence. What ever happened to washroom? restroom? anything?
Toilet. Gross word.
Kids kids kids, everywhere! On a monday morning no less. Yay to museums. And the year of the Tiger, that must be it.
Finally saw the shit, what's his name....Marc Quinn! Yes, finally saw his head sculpture. I enjoy his work, but I dont find that one particularly appealing beyond its over-used conceptual motivations. Though it does have a nice glow to it. Looks like Jell-O
Irving Penn knows his shit. Its a shame he stopped using space as an integral part of his portraits. He really did it well, I enjoyed that much more than his close-ups.
Ive learned a lot about photography. I mean, nothing technical obviously, but I think I can honestly say that I appreciate it much more than I ever thought I did. Fabric can be quite beautiful. As can trash.
I wanted to hug a homeless man today. Not because of anything he did. Not even to brighten his day per se, but b/c i saw a bag of bagels and pastries outside cafe Nero after closing. Do they always do that? How amazing. I think every cafe should do that..theyre going to waste them anyway. I thought about picking up the bags and just distributing them to everyone who needed them. I imagine skipping while doing this.
Oh man, Mary Poppins.
I realized today that I am not overcome with panic when I am lost. It was really nice.
Highlight of my day was when a man moved aside to let me through a narrow walk way. When I said thank you, he kindly responded with "my pleasure". It made me smile long after we went opposite ways, especially when I think about that pipe he had hanging from his mouth.
I dont know if that's a good thing that is the highlight, but eh..what can you do.
Hm, library girl. Libraries in general....why the hell do they make them so confusing?? The art floor was noticeably darker than the rest of the place--what the hell is that about.
I miss my mom. I wonder if she misses me. Im sure she does, though she hasn't made an effort to talk to me other than through e-mail.
Dairy is taking over my life.
god my neck hurts. Why don't they have desks here?
wow this is long. And probably not as amusing as it was in my head. But I dont care.
IM STOPPING NOW!
sorry maya angelou.
Seriously-- I am. Both with the fact that I just butchered one of your prized literary devices and that I just, well, really don't like your writing all that much.
And I had to organize your effing post cards today at work too, what are the odds.
BACK TO DALI! what a crackpot.
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