Why?
My brilliant roommates and their friends went out, came back, and are now having a full volume conversation in the common room.
WHY
I will confess, there are no nice thoughts in my head right now. Not a single one.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
walls
When I take pictures of places, I feel like I understand them better.
Cities are strange. Nothing seems private. If you live your life, people will see you. In Atlanta, there are no parks to walk through and get lost in. There are street corners to sit on briefly, before you're approached eight times and asked for money.
Everywhere you go, it feels like you are on someone else's property and maybe you shouldn't be here.
Stopping on the sidewalk to take a picture or look through your bag, you worry you might get in someone's way.
And closed gates are everywhere. There are so many buildings and so many places you could maybe go into or explore, but it seems that 95% of everything is locked away, and that you're always on the outsides looking in.
But this is the place I am supposed to call home. I need to either get used to it or find a crack to stick my fingers into and eventually pry open a space large enough and natural enough for me to live.
Cities are strange. Nothing seems private. If you live your life, people will see you. In Atlanta, there are no parks to walk through and get lost in. There are street corners to sit on briefly, before you're approached eight times and asked for money.
Everywhere you go, it feels like you are on someone else's property and maybe you shouldn't be here.
Stopping on the sidewalk to take a picture or look through your bag, you worry you might get in someone's way.
And closed gates are everywhere. There are so many buildings and so many places you could maybe go into or explore, but it seems that 95% of everything is locked away, and that you're always on the outsides looking in.
But this is the place I am supposed to call home. I need to either get used to it or find a crack to stick my fingers into and eventually pry open a space large enough and natural enough for me to live.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
I should probably register to vote.
So as of Saturday the ninth at 1:56 pm, I have legally entered the world of adulthood. Of course, aside from granting me voting rights (yes), concerts-in-athens rights (yes), smoking rights (no), and a few other mostly worthless rights, this means nothing. Adulthood is a sham! I don't think anyone ever really feels like a grown-up.
I had a small-ish party, which was fun. My gifts included, but are not limited to:
- a five page vocab list in a folder decorated with creative magazine collaging--Johnny Depp's head on a lobster! (and some thoughtful, heartfelt CDs)
- a melted Frosty from Wendy's
- Nick Carpenter's hair
- A shirt that celebrates my annoying habit of correcting other people's grammar/mechanics mistakes
It was good seeing people, although it hasn't sunk in that I probably won't see some of those people again for a undetermined amount of time.
I used birthday money to buy a really awesome pair of vintage sunglasses. I am counting on them being worth it; if not, American Apparel has a 45 day return policy. I also bought a Sufjan shirt! Because you can never have too many t-shirts.
I move in to my posh dorm/apartment/penthouse on Friday. I am extremely excited. I bought a trunk, so I feel like I am going to Hogwarts. I really need to start packing.
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