Look, everyone, it's ME. ME. ME. Yes, I know, it's been simply ages and I am FUCKING TIRED, thanks to some cut-cut-cutting zealots who felt that the dead tree outside my window should stop happening and demonstrated this opinion by firing up their chainsaws at eight o'clock this morning. As if this jubilant jamboree were in some way lacking, select ( Read more... )

If I have to do nothing/pretend futilely not to be doing nothing by doing something futile for one more minute, I am going to eat a child. And it's going to be Fenway Parker Powers. Little squawker.

[1] I have read a lot of books ( Read more... )

Wow, I am so bored. It's that kind of foul boredom where you're just so lethargically near-braindead that even just the idea of getting up and doing something is repulsive. As a result I have read my way through about a million books in the past week, which is my way of doing nothing. Except in the mornings, when I go and be the zoo's bitch. It can ( Read more... )

Must say, feel quite shitty right now. Should have entered for the English Writing Prize. Should also have gone for speaking at graduation, because I really wanted to. Both. Am idiot. Most disappointed in self.

We had Rufus Wainwright along last night. It was surprisingly splendid. I'm not much of a Rufus fan, you know, but he's a very good performer and his voice does much better released into a large theater than contained in headphones or what have you. Quite jolly, I say.

NEWSFLASH! MILLBROOK SCHOOL IS HOME TO MORE THAN JUST ONE ABYSMALLY BRAIN-FREE INDIVIDUAL ( Read more... )

OK, I've officially become a person in HELL. I. Cannot. Decide. Where the FUCK to go to college. I have to reply by Saturday and I just have no idea what on earth to do. I have to pick between Sarah Lawrence, Hampshire, and Bennington, WHICH ARE ALL THE SAME BLOODY SCHOOL IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED SO HOW ON EARTH AM I TO DECIDE. Meanwhile, my ( Read more... )

See that quote up there? Marinetti, FATHER OF FUTURISM. I have to play the role of this Monsieur le Mad in a discussion during Aesthetics tomorrow, and it's going to be INSANE. He wrote the Manifesto in Futurism, in which he makes it quite clear that a.) man must triumph over the evils of nature and the corruption of the past and b.) that true art ( Read more... )

Oh my sweet heavens, weekends are evil. It's Saturday night. My accomplishments since eight fifteen this morning ( Read more... )