[[happy mildly concussed valentine's day.]]
dearest friends/readers/mothers/killers,
i would just like to mention that
the inital's for valentine's day are v.d.
and i hate both venereal diseases and
valentine's day. but i have put together.
a picture post. and a long long long babble.
just for you, my lovely lovelies.
a disjointed re-telling of days:
somewhere earlier in the week i
recieved snappy ass mix c.d. from le dyke nikkita.
and the best pin in the world.
i beat you all. because i am loved by the most lovely.
the week had some good points.
examples:
i bullshitted my way into acceptable grades.
impeding inferno and fun,
and seeing katielovebugryan and just being happy.
i was worried about my yale interiew.
but that wasn't such a strain. i didn't really care.
and neither do you.
the week was harder to get through than previously imagined
because my mama had jury duty and my sister had a stomach virus.
so, my grandma was at my house perpetually, and you guys,
you should meet my grandma.
BUT NOT SPEND TONS OF TIME WITH HER.
you know my dad? yeah. the woman who rasied him.
eeeesh. yeah.
so thursday finally rolls around. and i get into grand central
an hour early for my interview. i get chocolate and sweet cream ice cream.
and sit on the floor and watch the people. i run into ms. naomi kotch-white.
who is just the best ahhhtist, and ladie. and yes. so, that was nice.
then i went to my meeting-thang, which was with a pleasant investment banker
named robin roger. first thing she asked was, "emily, what is good about
investment bankers?" and i said, "nothing at all." and she said,
"you are exactly correct." then we blahed and yadded and hour or so and
she ended the interview with, "yale sometimes gets it right, i hope they
get it right with you." it was, all in all, a really pleasant expierence.
but dear lord, there is no way i am getting into yale. and i know that.
then i walked around the city for a long time before i saw ryanface.
i got tapioca tea, and saw claire danes and shalom harlow and steve yankou.
and matthew morgano. it was strange and nice.
and i had my detachable hood. and a scarf too. so i was warm.
i met ms. kate and we bumbled around and sang loud on the subway.
and i tried to hamonize. and we laughed. and i love her.
we are crazy. sometimes i want to live in a house with her.
and have a public access show and lots of fans and t-shirts
with our faces on them. yeah.
well, we arrived at her house. and i made her prettyass brother make me miso.
he is the king of miso, by the way. and then i took a shower and shaved
various parts of my anatomy and applied make-up and clothes. and
jordan was there and she is nice and yes. and it was good.
then we took a pratt to cab (!) and danced to inferno stylee. eee.
the sound was bad and art students are miserable. but it was nice
to see nice faces. like mr. of all kids, and lewis,kt. and tampon.
and jesus. i like seeing them. and it was nice dancing with russell.
the night ended with me falling straight onto my head and passing out
for ten seconds or so. and then i got up. and was all out of it.
and my vision was blurry and i was nasueous and medicine heady.
and yes. people were kind, so kind. and then finally we left. the bilmas caravan.
russell was late and was pissy, which i understand kind of. and alana,
my alanalanalana, with a cherry on top. was the best. she gets all the
thumbs i have. lots of thanks for her.
last night i told my mama i had slipped on the ice on the way to the car,
and i thought i had concussed myself. she stayed up with me and we read
stories and talked about things. and then she went to bed and i read some.
and then it was morning, and i went to school. because i am the most
responsible. and i felt horrendous, but i got to feeling better and better
as the day went on. and my vision got to be better. and although i am
somehow still disconected and maybe bleeding from the brain. i decided
not to go to the hospital at the end of the day and instead to go to drivers ed.
where i proceded to get into a fight with a catholic school girl. she said i
insulted her. i asked her to move her head because her hair was blocking
the tv. then i got indian food, and it wasnt as good as it should have been.
and then i got eva's letter. and it made me whole day ace.
<3<3<3<3<3 is all i have to say to eva.
i can finally look at words and not get all blurcore.
and my neck is almost not putty. and my head is almost
not a ballon that is unconnected from my stringbody.
i took a little nap. and now i have to do more college shit. this weekend
ms. karam is home. and i want her to be at my house all the time.
or me to be at her house. or us to be not apart. that sounds like i am
a stalker. well, yes.
i have this whole week off. and i will have a good time.
i am consigned to do so. thank you.
russell is a ladie, and bilmas is a pretty AND THEY ARE IN L-U-V:
(otherwise known as more of the above; five filter love.)'>
i am the most frightening person you know, no doubt:
it's millah time (ohhh soooo pretty):
alana is a punkrock honeyhoney:
THERE IS AN ANARCHAFEMINIST ON MY MANTLE:
kish's skin tone is white like a ghost, but damn does the fork look good:
deathbaby is a photomatographer, and catyway's hand is there too:
emma labia is touched by how ghostly white leg's skin is:
FURGALSIXTYONE:
these two pictures are two seperate series i am doing, there will be more.
i might post-ah. and i migh not. if you wanna see them. you better ask.
i don't want to kill lola:
a picture is worth a thousand words:
crybaby,
e.h.lunch
postscript:
this is the best thing you've ever seen:
(may i please call your attention to,
a) my eyebrows, they aren't there
and in their place are the words.
'i hate eyebrows' you can only see
eyebrows though... sigh.
b) nikki karam is a dyke.)
i would just like to mention that
the inital's for valentine's day are v.d.
and i hate both venereal diseases and
valentine's day. but i have put together.
a picture post. and a long long long babble.
just for you, my lovely lovelies.
a disjointed re-telling of days:
somewhere earlier in the week i
recieved snappy ass mix c.d. from le dyke nikkita.
and the best pin in the world.
i beat you all. because i am loved by the most lovely.
the week had some good points.
examples:
i bullshitted my way into acceptable grades.
impeding inferno and fun,
and seeing katielovebugryan and just being happy.
i was worried about my yale interiew.
but that wasn't such a strain. i didn't really care.
and neither do you.
the week was harder to get through than previously imagined
because my mama had jury duty and my sister had a stomach virus.
so, my grandma was at my house perpetually, and you guys,
you should meet my grandma.
BUT NOT SPEND TONS OF TIME WITH HER.
you know my dad? yeah. the woman who rasied him.
eeeesh. yeah.
so thursday finally rolls around. and i get into grand central
an hour early for my interview. i get chocolate and sweet cream ice cream.
and sit on the floor and watch the people. i run into ms. naomi kotch-white.
who is just the best ahhhtist, and ladie. and yes. so, that was nice.
then i went to my meeting-thang, which was with a pleasant investment banker
named robin roger. first thing she asked was, "emily, what is good about
investment bankers?" and i said, "nothing at all." and she said,
"you are exactly correct." then we blahed and yadded and hour or so and
she ended the interview with, "yale sometimes gets it right, i hope they
get it right with you." it was, all in all, a really pleasant expierence.
but dear lord, there is no way i am getting into yale. and i know that.
then i walked around the city for a long time before i saw ryanface.
i got tapioca tea, and saw claire danes and shalom harlow and steve yankou.
and matthew morgano. it was strange and nice.
and i had my detachable hood. and a scarf too. so i was warm.
i met ms. kate and we bumbled around and sang loud on the subway.
and i tried to hamonize. and we laughed. and i love her.
we are crazy. sometimes i want to live in a house with her.
and have a public access show and lots of fans and t-shirts
with our faces on them. yeah.
well, we arrived at her house. and i made her prettyass brother make me miso.
he is the king of miso, by the way. and then i took a shower and shaved
various parts of my anatomy and applied make-up and clothes. and
jordan was there and she is nice and yes. and it was good.
then we took a pratt to cab (!) and danced to inferno stylee. eee.
the sound was bad and art students are miserable. but it was nice
to see nice faces. like mr. of all kids, and lewis,kt. and tampon.
and jesus. i like seeing them. and it was nice dancing with russell.
the night ended with me falling straight onto my head and passing out
for ten seconds or so. and then i got up. and was all out of it.
and my vision was blurry and i was nasueous and medicine heady.
and yes. people were kind, so kind. and then finally we left. the bilmas caravan.
russell was late and was pissy, which i understand kind of. and alana,
my alanalanalana, with a cherry on top. was the best. she gets all the
thumbs i have. lots of thanks for her.
last night i told my mama i had slipped on the ice on the way to the car,
and i thought i had concussed myself. she stayed up with me and we read
stories and talked about things. and then she went to bed and i read some.
and then it was morning, and i went to school. because i am the most
responsible. and i felt horrendous, but i got to feeling better and better
as the day went on. and my vision got to be better. and although i am
somehow still disconected and maybe bleeding from the brain. i decided
not to go to the hospital at the end of the day and instead to go to drivers ed.
where i proceded to get into a fight with a catholic school girl. she said i
insulted her. i asked her to move her head because her hair was blocking
the tv. then i got indian food, and it wasnt as good as it should have been.
and then i got eva's letter. and it made me whole day ace.
<3<3<3<3<3 is all i have to say to eva.
i can finally look at words and not get all blurcore.
and my neck is almost not putty. and my head is almost
not a ballon that is unconnected from my stringbody.
i took a little nap. and now i have to do more college shit. this weekend
ms. karam is home. and i want her to be at my house all the time.
or me to be at her house. or us to be not apart. that sounds like i am
a stalker. well, yes.
i have this whole week off. and i will have a good time.
i am consigned to do so. thank you.
russell is a ladie, and bilmas is a pretty AND THEY ARE IN L-U-V:
(otherwise known as more of the above; five filter love.)'>
i am the most frightening person you know, no doubt:
it's millah time (ohhh soooo pretty):
alana is a punkrock honeyhoney:
THERE IS AN ANARCHAFEMINIST ON MY MANTLE:
kish's skin tone is white like a ghost, but damn does the fork look good:
deathbaby is a photomatographer, and catyway's hand is there too:
emma labia is touched by how ghostly white leg's skin is:
FURGALSIXTYONE:
these two pictures are two seperate series i am doing, there will be more.
i might post-ah. and i migh not. if you wanna see them. you better ask.
i don't want to kill lola:
a picture is worth a thousand words:
crybaby,
e.h.lunch
postscript:
this is the best thing you've ever seen:
(may i please call your attention to,
a) my eyebrows, they aren't there
and in their place are the words.
'i hate eyebrows' you can only see
eyebrows though... sigh.
b) nikki karam is a dyke.)