and I'm already exhausted and emotionally drained.

so, I have class six days a week, from Monday-Saturday.  (fucking poor planning.)  additionally, most all of my classes address trauma in one manner or another, some on a personal level [The Politics of Sexual Violence, Trauma and the Arts], some on a general level [Abnormal Psychology]. and some on ( Read more... )

had a seizure last night.

every time I hear the stimulus I get so freaked out that I have a panic attack because I'm so fucking terrified of having another seizure.  it's so goddamn debilitating.

I am so fucked.

I need to get out of here.

well, shit.  it wasn't anything that some beer and booty shakin' couldn't fix

I have no desire to write except in code. and even at that, I fail.

the heart's causing problems.

I need someone to talk to.

echo echo echo.

be seeing you.

from a convalescent home.

at least it sounded like him. it was, more likely, a poor old Slav digging his long, ragged nails into death's edge. at any rate, it was one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had.

"I know your faaaa-therr is on va-caaa-shun. Aussstraaalia , the Phiiill-i-pines , and all this...."

mid-nineties indie movies make me want to kill myself.

...

finished the hand detailing on the ladybug for the ladybug skirt. used black thread for the black dots; should have used white thread for contrast.

stupid movies. stupid thread. and while I'm at it...relationships are pretty stupid, too.

has anyone heard anything about Bernard Rose's new project?

I could only find a link to these images.

if he's accomplished what I think he has, I'm jealous. and in awe. and I can't wait to see this film when it's released.

[side note: rediscovered Paperhouse tonight. loved it.]

it was just something to think about. demise as a plot device to keep things running smoothly ( Read more... )

Bava's lighting is absolutely wonderful. I can't believe that I never fully appreciated it before.

meticulous to insane amounts of fill, and always in just the right spots--streaks of hair, the lips, the cheek, the breast, the thighs--like brushstrokes. his women pop. (and his curtains are fabulous.)