and the bad dreams lead me to calling you
Hi lj, let's start this one off with some pics. (ps I love it when people say the word "pics" in real life). First, of atmosphere, second of life.
this is the view from my languages of the stage class, the building being constructed is Emerson's...it's new dorms.
this is the common--hooray for fall
the majestic. I took this picture when I was working spot for family weekend. yay getting paid
lauren and my feet on the common, because they are beautiful together
me kissing little natty, my roommate and dear friend
In other news, I have a headache. And I had an okay day. I think I am making a children's book about Evolution for my Honors "creative" project. Funny like third grade. I do not eat at regualr times and I should. I have not sent in my paperwork to get paid for High Output and I should. I need to see a doc about my wrist and I haven't. I need to organize my life. I need to pull and drop color for Adaptation (but I don't have any yet, so I'm good). I want to read more of Ishmael. I love that Tom Bicki (my honors prof), out of nowhere, brought up why women have larger but muscles than men do and why. Top shop lop pop.
I was thinking today about how personal information is stored and disclosed. When you have a secret...not a secret...just a part of your life or your past or personal history that is somewhat (very) important to who you are, a piece of infromation you hide from the general public, that stuff, when do you talk about it? To whom? Why? Well, I guess the why is obvious...maybe...I don't know. I was just thinking about a part of my personal history which is something I often talk about casually (actually most things I bring up casually, because I can't be serious without feeling awkward). I mention things in this way a lot, other people leave their stuff for close friends (or closer friends) and selected occasions. Am I cheap, or just awkward? Or both? Probably both. And there is something to be said about other people. In that I think they kind of don't care about things that are so important to you. Funny that. And relationships (not just love, but friendships), it's weird the different dynamics and the affect time has on all these things. This all makes me want to watch high fidelity and be a sophomore in high school--when this stuff was so fresh and dramatic. I kind of love drama, in retrospect. Don't be mad. It's really an Opstad thing.
I keep longing for Thanksgiving to come, but I just need to live in my moment life right now. Because there's a show and that means I won't even notice time pass anyway. And after that, it's final crap, and then it's home. And that's crazy. Tap it for seeing HP4 at midnight at the Loews on the Common! BOOYA. I miss the places of California. The people, but the places hardcore for some reason. Okay, peace in, bitches!
-Kirsten
PS-I updated my super lame/awesome/dorky portfolio website! check it out if you want:
http://pages.emerson.edu/students/K/Kirsten_Opstad/home.htm
this is the view from my languages of the stage class, the building being constructed is Emerson's...it's new dorms.
this is the common--hooray for fall
the majestic. I took this picture when I was working spot for family weekend. yay getting paid
lauren and my feet on the common, because they are beautiful together
me kissing little natty, my roommate and dear friend
In other news, I have a headache. And I had an okay day. I think I am making a children's book about Evolution for my Honors "creative" project. Funny like third grade. I do not eat at regualr times and I should. I have not sent in my paperwork to get paid for High Output and I should. I need to see a doc about my wrist and I haven't. I need to organize my life. I need to pull and drop color for Adaptation (but I don't have any yet, so I'm good). I want to read more of Ishmael. I love that Tom Bicki (my honors prof), out of nowhere, brought up why women have larger but muscles than men do and why. Top shop lop pop.
I was thinking today about how personal information is stored and disclosed. When you have a secret...not a secret...just a part of your life or your past or personal history that is somewhat (very) important to who you are, a piece of infromation you hide from the general public, that stuff, when do you talk about it? To whom? Why? Well, I guess the why is obvious...maybe...I don't know. I was just thinking about a part of my personal history which is something I often talk about casually (actually most things I bring up casually, because I can't be serious without feeling awkward). I mention things in this way a lot, other people leave their stuff for close friends (or closer friends) and selected occasions. Am I cheap, or just awkward? Or both? Probably both. And there is something to be said about other people. In that I think they kind of don't care about things that are so important to you. Funny that. And relationships (not just love, but friendships), it's weird the different dynamics and the affect time has on all these things. This all makes me want to watch high fidelity and be a sophomore in high school--when this stuff was so fresh and dramatic. I kind of love drama, in retrospect. Don't be mad. It's really an Opstad thing.
I keep longing for Thanksgiving to come, but I just need to live in my moment life right now. Because there's a show and that means I won't even notice time pass anyway. And after that, it's final crap, and then it's home. And that's crazy. Tap it for seeing HP4 at midnight at the Loews on the Common! BOOYA. I miss the places of California. The people, but the places hardcore for some reason. Okay, peace in, bitches!
-Kirsten
PS-I updated my super lame/awesome/dorky portfolio website! check it out if you want:
http://pages.emerson.edu/students/K/Kirsten_Opstad/home.htm