This is not an apple.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

real world

Just need to say that the real world was so good tonight. I just wish the music wasn't so bad.

It looks like I'm not gonna get to that laundry today, after all. Some other things I probably won't do tonight: turn off the heater, get around to reading Phillip Sidney, sleep well. Instead I will: open a new pack of cigarettes, do a "rascal tutorial"to be approved to include "human subjects" in my Slam Poetry ethnography research, look up apartments in Amherst in hopes that UMass will call me, like, tomorrow, and watch the Real World.

It's the last part I'm most excited about.

Another thing of note, Valentines Day came and went.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

what's going on

here's something. It's an online radio segment for my friend Ben's show, Scattered Rhymes, featuring me reading some of my poems and talking about them.

What's going on is as follows: spending senior year finishing up a few requirements for my majors, but mostly working on my applications for graduate school. Which is the most insane process, ever. I took the gre (meh), wrote my personal statement (awkward), and now I'm working on my writing sample. Then, I wait.

I'm writing nonfiction, kind of, lately, and I think I want my next piece to be about how Louis Armstrong loved shitting. Isn't that weird?

Coatchecking at PS1 today. Pretty busy: the fall exhibitions recently opened, and they're all fabulous.

I think appreciate correspondence much more than blogging. Thus, til next year...

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Senior year is pretty okay. grad school applications are killing me. in the past week, my list has expanded from 9 to 12 to improve my odds. so much whiskey consumed. finished the bette davis marathon, moving on to katherine hepburn.