i have been terrible for writing, which is really a pity because there are loads of things that deserved documentation. i've been neglecting my paper journal is well, which is good for quick notes and remembering things i would like to 'blog' about later. blogging is good for the inclusion of photographs, which i'll unabashedly provide.
here we go...
career suicide was amazing. the turnout wasn't what it should be and all of my friendships didn't mend like i had hoped, but it was still amazing. during one of the first songs phillips accidentally elbowed me right in my eye socket. luckily i came out without a black eye and my nose wasn't broken, but it still hurts when i sneeze.
to honor john power's wishes, when i was leaving i gave dave brown a big kiss on the cheek. it was the most nerve wrecking thing ever, solely because he is so handsome. alright, alright... i'm boytarded.
i got a little more introverted for a while. everything was a little too fast for me, i guess. i tried to be productive and cleaned my room and sent letters and packages, worked and went to fort amherst one day with phillips when the sun showed it's face.
now jess is leaving way too soon and there has been way too much drama, so i've started to blow all of my money on cover again. dance parties to the gramercy riffs, mercy the sexton, mark bragg, texas chainsaw, the kremlin, and (shame shame shame) even the idlers. stephen dunn also left, so i went to his party and we went downtown and danced and then when everybody found their way home, stephen and i found our way to the cotton club. i made friends with a stripper named 'paris' who was from cbs, chamberlains more specifically. we talked about them building new subdivisions in cbs. she offered me a free lap dance if stephen paid $20 to watch. we didn't have any money at all, but when she left she gave me a raspberry in my cleavage. it was unreal.
after one particularly dramatic and dance-filled night, jess and i somehow almost got in a fight, and found jaclyn, jen king and matthew dawe and went to luke major's house for a party. i ended up there until about 5:30am because i never want to go home. daniel banoub walked me as far as his house. a bunch of cop cars drove by and we were wondering what's going on. the story surfaced later that a man killed this woman, amanda power, and put her torso in a suitcase. as far as i know, he is being charged with second degree murder and indignity to a dead body and they are still looking for her extremities.
luckily, to keep me warm at night and to keep me coming home... i have my little baby kitten matilda back.
this is us playing with a hair ribbon in my bedroom. she is very skinny and very skiddish. she still feels awkward in the main part of the house (she lives in my bedroom) and is weary of my brother and mom. she hates my father. when jess and steve (aylward) came to visit the other day she was very affectionate, so that's a good sign.
other than all this, i have done some nice things. jonny and i went to a benefit lunch for building schools. $10 got us two different kinds of curry, basmati rice, dahl, two kinds of bread, sweet and sour chutney, chai tea, and desert. afterwards i walked downtown and then eventually home. stopping along the way so that steve and jess could get french fries and then so we could all get ice cream.
i started my new bank account, so money will be less confusing now.
last night i went to meet jess and erika at the ship to see old man luedecke. they came late and couldn't get in but i managed to get in. even though i feel like his whole personality is contrived, it was really good. i am really scared to walk home, but luckily phillips and neil were out and walked me as far as their house.