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Last night I had a dream that I ate lots and lots of meat (steak and fried chicken mostly), that Scott Hillier upon moving to Texas took up sporting a handlebar mustache, and that we were constantly surrounded by paintings no matter where we were. Hmmmm. . . . do I miss texas I do believe. Oddly enough this all took place in New Mexico. I think ( Read more... )

D.A.L.L.A.S. home home home. White dresses, cowboy boots, Caris. . . Attempting to write an essay for Site Santa Fe about why we curate, exhibit, and seek to understand contemporary art. Abtract essay to prove myself so I can be in Santa fe following an abstract concept. In Dallas my hands shake randomily, I get jittery when approaching certain ( Read more... )

Today I walked down a street in boston, far from my home. Too focused on my migraine and lingering pain in my mouth I started to cry. Random tears, crying in color from make up that was put on a couple of days before ( Read more... )

Study study study: back straight, feet flat on the ground, eyes focused ( Read more... )

I'm nervous about going home for break (mostly plane flight related). I feel a bit swamped by work, but I wish I had more time to spend with friends. To go on adventures, to see things and people. Thanksgiving reminded me how much I love my family and worry about the well being of my younger sister. I spend a lot of time being nervous about my ( Read more... )

tonight for dinner I had cabbage and mustard - don't worry earlier today I ate some brown rice and broccili stalk.

Last night for the first night in days it was clear. There was a moon and what would be stars if I didn't live in a city. The air is crisp, and winter feels close. I keep staring at my coats in the closest and wondering how much longer it will be until I pull them out, and once again roam around Boston in bright blue. It feels comfortable in this ( Read more... )

I relate with the moon, I like astrology books, eating organic makes me happy, I miss the stars, I'm in love with possibility, I am constantly worried about all of my friends. This is all I know.

oneday someday I will write something here.