ineligible and intellectual

Safe to the say, this will be my favorite album of the summer:

I'm listening to it right now and I LOVE it.

Despite the rain, I'm a little in love with the past few weeks.

Hawk off.

My diet: avocados, coffee, & croissants.

You gotta start somewhere.

Morning #3 in the reshall complex office, a18.

Long day planned. Currently I have the shades closed, and due to the faint glow reflected on the wall behind me, I am imagining that it is sunny out. I've already checked for sun three or four times and it's just a really bright fog. I know better now.

So in my world, it's sunny. It's sunny and I am cooped up in the office.

I just checked the weather for tomorrow.

Rain.

ANYWAY, I've moved onto more summer reading:

Borrowed from Russell, I haven't read any of his other stuff but I figured a series of short stories is exactly what it takes to keep my ADD-proned mind interested.

Last night I dreamed I was visiting my friends in brooklyn. These dreams entailed pizza, travel via balloons and macaroni & cheese lava.

I guess I'm just a 6 year old at heart.

Who wants to see Up again?

Post 2.

I'm thinking in words today.

My best guess as to why, is because I have been reading so much these days. You'd think since I spent four years in school, that I would be used to this. I guess when you don't read for fun you read one eye and out the other (....?).  The point is, though, is I'm thinking a lot. And whatever I'm thinking, I'm thinking I should write it down. But as soon as I think this the words have escaped me and I'm left with a blank screen.

I haven't read or written this much since High School. Before I turned 17, I would be reading something new constantly. I'd write every day, and if it wasn't mine [/personal] I would post it online. College strikes and, well, I stopped doing work.

Paying for college is paying for an extended vacation entitled Childhood. You're just fooled into thinking you're learning and that you have "Serious" responsibilities. But once your pay period expires you're thrust back into the real world. Sink or swim, it's not their problem.

I don't know why I'm writing here again. I just want to write, but I have nothing specific I want to say.

I just want other people to know what I think.

...I just want to think.

Don't even bother because I don't live here anymore.

Disabling Facebook from sending me e-mails, I thought, should be liberating.

I'm sending out too many resumes and applications, and coming back to an inbox full is just full of false hopes. Truth is, I don't care that so-and-so wrote on my wall and I don't need the stress that comes when what's-her-name tags me in a picture. I can discover all these things out when I log on, when a little flag pops up and notifies me. 

20 e-mails less a day, and I'll be free.

Except, now my inbox is empty. And that is just depressing.

Eyeliner & Cigarettes

I enjoy waking up early.

But only if I have to.

I especially enjoy jobs that require me to rise early, but leave me with nothing to do for the rest of the day. Usually I get up early, drink too much caffeine, and then I'm stuck in the mode of being productive.

I don't know why I'd think for a moment that you'd care.

Anyway, I'm working just a few more hours and then I'll go to the gym for a few hours.

Maybe then I'll get kidnapped to bake for Casey. But who knows.

Turn the lights out.

Yes, that's a hotdog ring you're looking at.

I got it on Saturday at the Renegade craft fair. It's by Three Story Design check them out.

It's been great to see a lot of old faces these days. Unfortunately, it seems that a lot of us are stuck on talking about the past. It's almost as though the best days are behind us, even though I know it isn't necessarily true. Life is at a standstill, and it's like I'm waiting in-between stages. Surrounded by rejection notices and worried about the future.

I have no idea what to do with my life. Today, tomorrow, next year... It's all a severely unpredictable haze.

I guess I'll call home and take a nap. When I wake up, maybe the sun will be out.

She's She and We're Her

I want to be Lady Gaga when I grow up.

This blog will be brief since I'm craving a banana chocolate vivanno from Starbucks.

Russ and I are starting a music project entitled Her. Yesterday we spray and splatter-painted a mannequin. Sometime in the next week we'll have a design meeting with our backup dancers and Head of Wardrobe, Kristen.

Which brings me to my new topic: Summer Projects.

They are:

- The Music Project: Her

- My autobiography and true coming of age tale, How to Throw Parties and Impress People

- Maybe a sequel to K-Hawk: The Musical... K-Hawk: Escape from Staten Island

Summer Reading? Plenty.

*Re-Reading I Am Not Myself These Days

* Front Row (Anna Wintour's Biography)

* How to Talk Dirty and Influence People

& others, and I hope I can find Big Wigs: Straight Girl in a Drag World

Goals:

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Enjoyyyyyyyy

It was here I realized that my legs are a completely different [whiter] than the rest of my body.