January 2010
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So I had to read Bartleby by Melville for my Great American Books class and, much to my surprise, I loved it. I’ve never read Melville—I didn’t have to read Moby Dick in high school—but I expected it to be very dry. Not dry in the way that Monty Python is dry, but dry in the way that stale bread is dry—very wearisome and all together “dregg-y”. But it...
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J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS
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Summer study courses at Sotheby's! Summer '11 I... →
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Tomorrow I’m escaping to my parents’ house for homework. There’s only so much football I can take.
Lady Gaga is a BITCH →
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Dear Cute Guy Waiting at the Printer with Me,
Marry me.
Today I
Kicked ass in a discussion of Metzengerstein in class, Chopin-ed it out after class, read a Puritan sermon, and played Assassin’s Creed 2. Which is not bad! And by not bad, I mean FUCKING FANTASTIC. That game is amazing. Max bought La Primavera on his file. The historical context is really incredible. And you can punch out jesters and lute players. A nice combination.
Tomorrow I have...
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It’s funny how much things hurt. When people say things about you that are really so incredibly, incredibly mean, it doesn’t matter who they are—it’s upsetting. To hear things that completely degrate some of the only things that matter to me is, of course, painful. I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t know if I’ll be a good art...
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I’ve been listening to a lot of Nirvana lately. I think Chuck Klosterman once said they were an UNderrated band, and I have to agree. Everyone sees them as this giant entity of importance, which is true, but people forget what a simply GOOD band they are. Musically and lyrically they really are extraordinary. Everyone focuses on Kurt as this enormously tragic figure, but damn he was also...
That’s it. I’m shooting my legs.
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Cinncinati Stadium Killed Me
Max and I got lost in the concourse. So first we walk up eighteen flights of stairs. I’m not talking normal stairs, I’m talking huge, steep concrete motherfuckers. Then we realize we aren’t in the right section. At this moment I start to take out my anger on Max, which probably wasn’t right but, you know, whatever. So we walk down a few flights of stairs, around the...
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ALSO, I had a dream last night my best friend Jordan was dating Robert Pattinson and I woke up jealous for like ten minutes.
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A Shivering Affair
I’m going to the Jets/Bengals game today in Cincinatti which, with windchill, will probably be sub-zero temperatures. I look like this:
I’m about to go paint J-E-T-S on my face with eyeliner. CLASSY. It will probably freeze onto my face forever, so let’s hope they win.
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“Her life is nothing but parrots and methamphetamines”
– Dr. Drew on Heidi Fleiss on Celebrity Rehab.
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Even though we were technically snowed in, the boyfriend and I marched to CVS tonight to buy cat food and some other items. I know Indiana is technically a pretty mild climate, but I’m pretty sure we’re in the Arctic zone right now. Luckily I wore leggings, sweatpants, snow boots, a scarf over my entire face, and a winter hat. I looked like a snowy blob by the time I got home.
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$5 Off Admission To The Art Institute Throughout...
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http://www.artic.edu/aic/coupon_010510.html
Going to have to make a visit :)
It is currently 9 AM. It is snowing like hell. I was awoken not by my boyfriend talking on the phone, but his mother screaming on the other end. Yes, it was that loud. His car is dead, there is no food in the apartment—and when I say no food, I mean NO FOOD. We have some bread and vodka. I feel very Russian and very hopeless.