I JUST WANT
EVERYONE TO KNOW… that the new MIA song is a rip off of a classic SUICIDE song. bitches ain’t got no talent- as a mater of FACT- MOST NEW “ARTISTS” don’t. record labels can suck it. i hate popular, talentless, “music.”
really can’t wait for my next tattoos. things to do this summer: go to my tat appointments. take silkscreening class. work summer school.
finished ulysses. now off to “death of a heart.” i was supposed to read it for thursday’s class but did not. boris went off to pick up the car. the breaks and such cost in total $700. now i am in search of new youtube videos. one is coming up. the sun is shining bright in nyc. i had to lower one of my shades. i cleaned up a bit. now i’m home alone, waiting for him...
my mom thought justin timberlake’s “dick in a box” parody was “gift in a box” this entire time. and she has been laughing along with us and the rest of the world, thinking those exact words. lol.
“Round Three” A wink and a smile I cannot find you tearjerker Underneath the maroon Japanese covers faded with age. We lay feet to feet face to tv browsing the flix to get a fix waiting to feel the mix of another two round blues. I cannot sleep- neither can you. What else is new on a Sunday night/Monday morning tomorrow afternoon? - wrote this on 2/8/10 mike said, “shit is...
ate lasagna and meatballs sicilian style at joes on ave u. there is nothing like this place. straight up real deal american italian food- special. has its own style, flavor and love all mixed in. i’m full but happy. ate a lemon sorbet IN A LEMON. love those kinds. can scrap it til there’s no more left. i need to start writing more poetry. i think i might enter a poetry contest. i...
we had a nice day in the city yesterday. we got new lanterns at pearl river that actually worked… drank 2 pots of green tea each there as well… looked at classic nike sneakers at this cool spot off broadway… ate malaysian food at this great little place in the secret alley way in chinatown AND ate nyc’s best ice cream from “chinatown’s best ice cream”...
lonely friday night
i wrote this poem a while ago. it was a friday night and i was alone- and lonely. how ironic.. that is it is friday night.. and i am alone… again. “LONELY FRIDAY NIGHT” A black cat sits on the white windowsill sun drying the fine hairs of the feline reflecting rays back towards the big fiery star It dips below the Brooklyn horizon past disabled watersheds and questionable...
slightly annoying day today. did not complete what i wanted to in my lessons- to some extent. tired of children talking and not taking anything seriously. gah.
If you work for a living why do you kill yourself working?– the good, the bad and the ugly.
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Went to Pearl River today and got a bunch of cool shit! I love that store! It’s right next to my other all time favorite store- Yellow Rat Bastard. Bought mad stuff- really pretty chinese knick knack things. Here’s the list: Flowers for a vase we have- small pink flowers, large beige ones. two white lanterns with black wood and bamboo pictures on the white part (?) difficult to...
so i saw this movie last night- cat people. i was weary at first, the title is kind of misleading- although that’s what the movie is obviously about- but anyway, it turned out to be a really awesome movie for several reasons. it was a bit campy/culty- more cult than anything. boris told me many vampire freakaziods like this one and i can see why. lots and lots and lots of sexual tension,...
i typed “native new yorker” and “native new york” and NOTHIN’!!!! wow. how many people post on blogs here??? NOT one person is writing about being born here, raised here… relishing in all the glory that is NEW YORK?? bah. i’m disappointed and disgusted.
i typed “native new yorker” and “native new york” in tumblr’s search and NOTHIN’!!!! wow. how many people post on blogs here??? NOT one person is writing about being born here, raised here… relishing in all the glory that is NEW YORK?? bah. i’m disappointed and disgusted.
An hourglass shape She is small But full of acrylic paint And Polaroids And...– a poem i wrote for ilicia.
i had a meeting with my professor today since i missed two classes and she wanted to know how i was doing with Ulysses. I spoke to her about how i was reacting to it, what the reading was like, what my favorite chapter so far was… and some other stuff. as we read in class though- which is what i always love about english classes- was really looking very closely at a few passages and making...
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is my last day of spring break before i go back to work. i did A LOT of work over the break. I am happy i caught up. tonight i need to finalize my lessons for tomorrow. i have to remember to: make new seating chart for 8th period remind my students about the no late homework policy ask kylie if i can use her classroom first period… anything else? i can’t wait to wear my new...
read a lot today. and yesterday. i am up to chapter 6 of ulysses. it reminds me of reading shakespeare- where the beginning always seems so much more difficult than it actually is- and after continued reading, it becomes familiar, easier. it is depressing though. reading the chapter where all the men previously dissected are going to a funeral- are at a funeral- the ups and downs in and out of...
if you don’t fill that negative void with something positive…...– or something like that. i need to join a gym or take yoga. stat.
5 lesson plans down and a week has passed already? i definitely need to do at LEAST 5 tomorrow to catch up. i hate actually doing work AT work. it feels so rushed. tomorrow morning we’ll go walking (really fast) and i will definitely feel better- ready- to work. he’s sleeping on the couch and i hear “generation kill” in the background. time for another go at the season...
really excited to have a blog. i’ve always wanted one. i had a few but this one is great. i’m going to use this to get noticed, get published, get famous.
yesterday i joined a lewis carroll acrostic poem competition on gothamwriters.com. the word used is “wonder.” i like it. it would be awesome if i won! here’s the poem (more to come.) Whimsical, whirly creatures dancing! … On the white page in bright blues and soft grays and burning reds- polka dots abound- Necking with a dark and deep sub consciousness, they Deviously...