Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
say whaaaaaat
WOW. IT HAS BEEN A YEAR. THE CORNY REFLECTIVE BLOG POST POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!
but seriously: a year is a very annoying amount of time. it isn't a very long time when all is said and done. it can feel long, but only if you are counting down the days until it ends. otherwise they just slip by and nobody notices until the year is almost over. to reflect on a year can feel a bit topical, but i do think it's necessary at times. when i came back here i don't think i had any conception of time, of what might happen, or of the possibility that a year would go by. well, now a year has passed and it feels like the fastest year of my life. if i could pick the cliche that best suits this scenario, i would say that "it's all been such a blur."
things feel as though they might be settling down a little. i like to think of the past year being akin to juggling many things: sharp objects, oblong pillows, liquids, morsels of food. this year will be like unfolding a nice, thick piece of watercolor paper and spreading it flat with shopworn hands. i think i will go work on a collage now.
tonight is movie night at KGB. they are screening beverly hills cop as per chris's request as it is his day of birth. i love it here. there is always something to do and there is always somebody to see.
in other news, andrea has caused me to become hooked on purple rain and this song is my jam (even though it's "take me with U" as opposed to "take me with YOU"- dumbass):
aaaah! i am sweet on somebody and i can't listen to anything else. i may delete this last part of this post at some point in the future.
OKAY BYE
Sunday, August 7, 2011
the 'hood
i like this song because it reminds me of wilson avenue which is on a cul de sac. i think this will be my new theme song for getting on and off the train.
i love it here. i want to stay in this apartment for as long as i can.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
one more thing
last summer i really wanted to buy revlon nail polish in the shade of "gray suede." that color was so hot at the moment. i was in the middle of nowhere. i couldn't drive. i still can't, but that's beside the point. i made dustin drive me to all the drugstores on paseo del pueblo to find it. i felt like a fool, but i needed it so badly for some reason. dustin left in the middle of july. when i went with my mom to wal-mart a few weeks later, i finally found gray suede. it looked good, but there was nobody around to tell me so.
haunted house
i just checked my old sarah lawrence email account. it's all junk mail. nobody is trying to reach me at that address, just as i knew it would be. i still receive emails from the barack obama (via the updates i signed up for during the 2008 election), the office of career counseling, and ralph's grocery store in los angeles, california. all of these inconsequential notes are like tiny little ghosts. together they make a shrine for the life i left behind when i set up my new email account. it sounds stupid. but i'm gone from that place, i'm in the world, and rteeley@gm.slc.edu is dead. it's like a grave. the junk mail constitutes the flowers.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
it's perfecto
today i am venturing out to IKEA in redhook. i will have to take the water taxi, and i am excited to be on a boat! yesterday i went to see the mcqueen show at the met, and the day before was ladies' taco night with andrea, ariel and megan. after tacos we met the boys at mission delores and i was home by three, at which point i devoured the rest of the refried beans like some kind of crazed starving animal. work was relatively painless thanks to copious amounts of coffee and vitamin b. apparently vitamin b is very good for hangovers? anyway, tonight is movie night at KGB and tomorrow i am assembling a bookshelf. i go through periods where my life is very balanced and periods where i let it all fall apart again. this feels nice. i hope i can make it stay.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
it was a regulah day
sitting in a landlord's office is so weird. none of the furniture ever matches. there are always bizarre secretaries who are either too dolled up or not enough, and there's always some weird little yammering man in the next room. he's the landlord, of course. you have to sign some shit and it's all nerve-wracking because it feels like you're signing your life away, as andrea put it. getting out of there is always such a relief!
work was work. lots of re-stickering. very tedious and asinine. not feeling the book-selling spirit. after we closed i slipped off the L at morgan for a secret incognito drink. i exited at harrison and walked to the narrows. there weren't a lot of people around which always makes me nervous, but it felt good because i wanted to be alone. i wrote a little, then i rolled a cigarette and jammed out of there.
it keeps getting hotter outside.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
super bass
is it like, puerto rican independence day or something? everybody on my block is going psycho. booty bass, ice cream trucks, kids screamin', drunken fools drinkin', and horns beepin'. too fucking loud! i feel lame for thinking this, but oh well. too much noise, too much weekend! i need to buy a tension rod so i can draw the drapes.
EDIT: a simple google search has revealed that it is actually puerto rican pride day. COOL.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
feminine arts
this weekend i cleaned my house, purchased housewares and groceries, shopped for some dresses, and i am now about to do my nails. sometimes it feels really good to be a total fifties housewife cliche. it can be a very low-key and introspective experience. i need to be more domestic. i want to buy an interior design book.
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