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So. i was poking around myspace this afternoon. trying to find out the date for a campus thing on the group's myspace because the web page was hopelessly out of date. and guess who happened to be in a&o production's top 8? the infamous mr. solomon. i wasn't even try to stalk him. and it just came up and hit me in the face. so, obviously i ( Read more... )

i've been back for less than a day. and i'm already crabby about this apartment hunting bullshit. i realized that i don't need to freak out about study abroad blah blah blah for the moment. and then i remembered apartment stuff. woohoo for feeling unloved. i never thought not pretending to be friends with people i didn't like would bite me in ( Read more... )

sorry about the freaking out this morning. i think it's going to be ok ( Read more... )

I mean, seriously. I ordered a dress from Target.com and it arrived today. Ok, I ordered 2. I ordered 1 in my actual size (8) and one size down just to be safe, since the reviews said it ran a little big and I don't have time to return the one i bought and buy a smaller one should 8 by some freak chance be too big. i opened the 6 by mistake and ( Read more... )

I was looking through Study Abroad programs yesterday because I thought, well, I should get a move on, because I'll hopefully be gone in less than a year. And I came across this one: a semester at University College of London, but studying at the Slade School of Art, which is abbreviated the Slade. How badass ( Read more... )

while studying for the old contemporary art midterm, i discovered that Nude Descending a Staircase was not, in fact, painted by Braque as I had always thought (ok, not always, i still have no clue who the fuck Braque was, but i was pretty sure he painted it) but by Marcel Duchamp, the guy who's best know for submitting a urinal signed "R. Mutt" to ( Read more... )

So. I'm applying to take this writing class that i really want to take. and they want a writing sample. so i took kreutzer piece of crap and substantially/probably badly rewrote it. if you have time and want to rip it apart for me, please do. if you don't go ahead and skip right on by. it's like 5 pages long. so i anticipate much skipping ( Read more... )

The girl behind me grabbed Eddie Argos' ass.

My name is Debi Nafis and I am a walking bruise. I tried counting this morning as I stared down at my feet instead of up at the half-written essay lurking on my computer screen. I got to four on my right leg, three on my left leg and another on my side marking the highest point of my left hipbone before I admitted defeat. I’m never without at ( Read more... )