so, i had finalized all my plans for baltimore in my mind complete with paying jobs, an internship, and a new day planner for the crazy schedule, only to get e-mailed from the internship in new york with betsey johnson that now they want me to work for them this summer. i know i might be back up, but i am still speechless, like random tapping on ( Read more... )

my summer scheduling will be snug. all my time will be divided between interning at a printmaking studio (starting in june), working at abracrombie (the one by the meyerhoff, not the store... eh...), working a bit at utrecht, and riding the marc train. also, i have resorted to taking a minimester due to scheduling conflicts that would probably ( Read more... )

i've decided to make it official. i'm going to be in baltimore this summer.

it's official. there is a mouse that hangs out in my room i guess. it dropped/fell/jumped off of the table next to my desk, i heard it fall and then saw it scurry under my radiator. it's black and brown. i've just seen it blurry and running away.

i had a job interview yesterday in new york. i think it went somewhere between ehhhh... and okay. i'd be assisting their fabric researcher/scout. i kind of want it and kind of don't, which means that either way i'll be fine.

and that my friends is why i didn't go to junior seminar.

i'm totally hearing things?
a few weeks ago i saw a tiny mouse in my room, i think
it stepped on one of my pins and leaped backwards and disappeared.
a few weeks/month before there was a large looking bug.
i'm hearing rustling...

ehh..

andrea
here's a link to that spoon song i was telling you about.

i am such a graphic design poser due to a number of late nights spent at the brown center recently.
not only am i at brown, but have taken a liking to the graphic design floor. what is to be made of this?

my landlord is a fucking asshole and over all meanie, all year, he's been on my case every other day about minor stuff like ("since there was a dirty pan in the sink, i couldn't use the kitchen when i wanted to cook" i swear i'm not lying), stuff that's annoying enough for me to want to punch him in the face ( Read more... )

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