and SMILE when you're down and out.

She arranged in her mind all she was going to do and thought how much better it was to be independent and to have your own money in your pocket.

molly tripped over a homeless person. it's good to be back.

i just tried to order some new contacts and found out that my prescription has expired. i already burned through my last pair and i don't think i can pay for an eye exam any time soon. so, sadly, it looks like i'm back to four-eyes for a while. suxx

my smart boyfriend works at a lab, check out this cute picture of him from popular science's website!


"An intrepid researcher pours liquid nitrogen into a detector, which must be kept at the right temperature to be sensitive to synchrotron infrared light."

i am dating an intrepid researcher <3. jealousS?

image from: http://www.popsci.com/scitech/gallery/2009-06/gallery-inside-synchrotron

telecommuting is ok!

the political economy of passion is boring and i want to be finished with finals now.

edit: raymond williams, i don't care that your book sold 750,000 copies in the uk. wu tang forever sold over 8 million, so who has the greater cultural impact?

this is love, so we'll survive.

i've treated a lot of good people like shit.

and most of them didn't deserve it.



i'd tell them that i'm sorry, but they don't even want to hear my voice - let alone an apology.

i don't feel bitter anymore. i just feel sorry.

Babies shit and cry.
But actually, everyone does.
Babies just don't hide it.


I wrote this poem while I was reading about abjection in art (Capital, the Void, Your Mother) and some assorted works by Rene Ricard. I started thinking about abjection's relationship with all that is disgusting and dejected, yet delicate and helpless.

I've also been making a lot of work about human interaction and desire. Fresh Grown Local (2) is this Friday, and I want to get my latest piece printed by then.

( asking for love )

hi there! today's the day to wish someone special
lots of hugs, giggles, kisses, fun, and everything to make it just perfect! i hope it's a day you'll love a lot, hee hee! bye bye for now!

i love you i love you i doooo!

"a very cool single dude. call me if your lonly"

seriously buddy? this is a fucking Chess shop. hahahaha

i had an amazing experience yesterday. everything that i saw and touched was beautiful. absolutely beautiful! this city, my boyfriend, the snow, everything!

i've got class at 8 AM tomorrow. i start work tomorrow, too. i can't wait to have money. i just ate 8 pieces of white bread toast.

ezgi and i have been freaking out the new room-mate, and i sort of feel bad. i hope this is a good semester.

art show this friday!!

i'm starting to get some drawings together because dan and rishi asked me to be in their show! they're hoping to have it on friday, january 23rd. at 151 kent ave, williamsburg, brookyln. be there!

my back is finally starting to feel a little bit better; i'm regaining a small range of motion. i spent my day sleeping, watching fox news with my mom, and eating pancakes. a+ day.

i didn't get any of the jobs that i applied and interviewed for. i'm trying not to get discouraged or feel upset. a lot of bad things have happened over this break, but i'm feeling okay. life goes on.

"and don't say that i have changed, 'cause man - of course i have."

staplegun a hose shut and twist the valve. it swells, it swells, it bursts somehow. time will tell. clawing across my dressers, i move from bed to chair, here to there, in a waiting game. when can i feel better? will i ever? time will tell. percs and pills are right downstairs but i can't reach them, fuck, i need them. pain.

i threw my back out yesterday. i can't really move, sit up, sit down, walk, or do anything comfortably. i have been in so much pain that i just find myself crying when trying to do basic tasks, like pick up a shirt from the floor, lean towards the mirror to put in my contacts, or sit on a toilet to pee. so now i'm back on long island, loopy on vicodin, wearing an icy-hot patch, about to go lay on the floor for a while. i'm so lucky that andrew took care of me last night, because i have never felt this amount of pain in my life.

also, my turtle died.

i hope i get one of those jobs

Has chip on top edge front. You can see it in picture. Good for decoration. Made in Taiwan. 2 cats picking grapes talking as neighbors in their backyard. Put in girls room. Let her put coins in it. Beads. Or whatever you want to use it for

here, on the points of these cold metal tips, we are strangers.

it's gonna get better. it's gonna get better. it's gonna get better.

lol i have been making collages all night and i just looked at the clock/sky and realized it was morning

whaaaack

bed when it's bright out

paint them blood blister brown, blackberry cherry purple - dark. sweep the floor. sweep it all up, keep it all up , enough. lightly tidy. every surface must be perfect in this room. let you down, let them all down, i quit this shit and every bit about it.
paint me lackluster green obscene mean like a magazine. i don't have the energy

straight a's, 3.8, i have to ace this final. then i'm done

i love my internship but they don't pay me money. art has been treating me kindly, and so have my friends. hyper-confidence has led to an explosion of artistic productivity.

mikey stetz's 20th birthday is sure to be a bomb-ass party. i stopped taking pictures. jenny threw up on dan's wall and didn't clean it, what a bitch.



i am who i am, and i like it that way. bagelsmith has tasted bad lately.

staring at the screen, and i can only type two pages. one fifth done, i'm one fifth done. that's nothing.

i'm hosting a charity auction at the gallery tomorrow night; if anyone who reads this is in the city, it's worth stopping by. we've had some famous artists locked up on spring street for the last week, drawing and collaborating with each other and with the general public. proceeds from the auction will benefit 826:NYC, a non-profit organization in brookyln that funds literacy.

i'm handling my finals workload surprisingly well, although this pollock paper is harder than i anticipated. the prompt is vague and the answers are even more vague, and i can't wrap my head around sentences and ideas. maybe i'm just tired.

liz, ez and i were trying to concentrate on our work so we orchestrated a quiet game. every time you lost a point, you had to give rebecca a compliment. hardest game ever. i told her that i liked her hat, belt, boots, shirt, and boobs. hahaha

i refused to get out of bed until 5 PM today, and i know that it totally annoyed andrew because he wanted to leave and couldn't sign out. i haven't been feeling well physically, but it's not that bad because otherwise i'm fine. i have a lot of bruises on my leg, and there's a small possibility that i broke my pinky toe at work on friday. it's still really swollen and i can't quite move it.

my praxis psychology project was a total success, but one of the guys from the park tried to follow me back to my apartment. he walked with me all the way to the art building and then promised to wait there for me to come back. in one of the group counseling sessions, another guy kept talking about john the apostle and i thought he said john the apple store. what an awesome mac genius

on wednesday i will be done with my papers, and the wednesday after that i'll be done with my finals. i want to curl up and go to sleep for a year.