party in the usa

I just had an out-of-body experience while eating a red velvet cupcake. Also I'm starting my favorite month off right by going to KNOTTS SCARY FARM.

no sleep til

I'm in the closet of a hotel room in Boston trying to watch The Adventures of Milo & Otis on my brothers computer because of this 3 hour time difference

being an art hist

Found this draft from February but I dunno...

OKAY So I'm kindof down to focus on Pre-Columbian Mexican Art for the rest of my undergrad. I dont even like the class that much but just from looking at the art I can tell they are FUCKING RETARDED. So much drugs, or just like.. dilly-dallying. Or heat stroke. I CANT EXPLAIN but they are seriously so good. I had such a problem with this class because everything the teacher talked about was some kind of magic realism (thanks london) where the actual history of Central Mexico and Tenochtitlan included strange Hummingbird Gods and Snakes-Her-Skirt Diety Ladies. But it just hit me that I'd love to spend years in Mexico hunting down historical treasures or at least piecing together cool facts about these seemingly backwards-ass people. Also, I guess they never made any kind of attempt at hue modeling so all their illustrations just look like they're straight out of a psychedelic 2D children's book while also bearing an uncanny resemblance to Yoshi's Island for Super Nintendo.



It's like when learning about Greek history and the Trojan War, which we know happened, but then it's like cool, did it really begin with Paris and Helen and three goddesses vying for a golden apple? But I'm kindof down for cultures where the line between truth and conjecture and fantasy are all blurred. I should totally read the Bible! Am I stupid?

wasssasu

I hung this little googly-eyed fur over my bed last night that Paige got me in the Yukon. I had a dream full of bad feelings and my sole condolence through all the terrible shit that was going on was this sloth-like animal that i found and had to take care of while aboard a party bus. The resident zoologist on the bus was doing some tests on it and told me that the breed name was "Baby Piglet" but it was nothing like a pig, it was more like a tree-dwelling mammal. Anyway it was the nicest cutest comfort and he had two tiny mini versions of himself who came with him at all times who were either his babies or some kind of adorable parasites that clung on for the ride. I had to make sure I had all three creatures with me, and I had to keep them safe from the rowdy kids on the party bus, which ended up in Santa Cruz where it was cruel and rainy. I miss the animal so much and I've been thinking about it all day.

quesadilla

if i send out my resume to prospective employers at 1 am will they think i'm irresponsible?

also, textsfromlastnight.com is funny, but more than anything it just makes me feel like everyone in the world is having way more casual sex than i am and getting way more shitfaced (but i guess the latter is a given)

on a completely unrelated note, i'm a little freaked out

smell memory

If I ever want to go back to Summer 2008:

ubuyo
vanilla mini scones
ito en oi ocha
lp3
montreal
acute anxiety

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so like fuck owls in general, but the sound of one hooting in the daytime is one of my favorite things.

also on my mom's computer i just tried to copy and paste something into a word document, but i guess i didn't copy the thing i wanted correctly, so this is what came from the clip board

"My family relationships are not free and easy; they're a lot of work, and right now I'm feeling a little eroded by them."

tiiiiiight