So I have an interview with Dallas!! Whoo hoo!

So I understand that time goes by quickly, but I didn't really notice how lightly the clock hands sweep. I can't believe that my time here is almost over. I am brave ( Read more... )

So I'm in a bit of a pickle (yes I used the word pickle). Part of me would really like to move off to a new city and find an interesting job. On the other hand, I could live here in a house by myself rent free and find a job in Birmingham. And I would still be relatively close to the love of my life. So what I'm saying is do any of you know of any ( Read more... )

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pendants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refulsal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lck 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat ( Read more... )

So it has been quite a while since I've posted anything of interest. I've been pretty boring lately. I've just been going to class, tutoring, working in the theatre, working at the museum, working at the nursery, being an RA, and eating/sleeping. Tonight I took some time to myself and had a glass of wine, put on some good music, and played with my ( Read more... )

sometimes icecream feels like a warm winter day in Alabama, in January and I think about the blonde angel sitting in mexico painting to heal, and healing to paint. Not for the cancer, but for herself, and the cancer happened to be both real and metaphorical. and metaphysical. I keep thinking about shards of glass and tire tracks. She made her own ( Read more... )

So I'm heading to Knoxville tomorrow. Then back to Birmingham on Saturday. Then to Long Island on Thursday of next week.

So I've been really frustrated with things the past week. Mostly with myself. I feel like I cant hang out with the people that I usually do. Mostly I feel excluded, not purposely of course, but I suppose I exclude myself. It's just so..weird.

"you were one hell of a toast doilie maker"

"a love for toast is often mistaken for weirdoitis"

the women are described here as neurotics and psychopaths- Darling there is no one there. The ultimate saga of a woman after a dust-ball. She falls on her knees, and stretches out her limbs until she is like a mat on the floor- her torso flat and smooth. After minutes of minute agony and searching she conquers. Her heart clicks away rapidly the ( Read more... )