a pig of beauty IS in fact a joy forever

Today is day three of taking my crazy pills.

It's likely that at this point it's just the power of suggestion, but I feel a little more in control.

The things that normally make me super worried seem fuzzier around the edges, a little hazier, a little less important.

Below, a piece of Crazy Dough's pizza. That I bought. Last night. At midnight. Rose's first real college moment. Soak it in, bitches. Soak it in like the grease on that paper plate.

Techno/Rave rehearsal was baller. With a group like that, the set-up and tear-down times are so long that you have to be extra efficient in rehearsals to actually get anything done. After running up and down the stairs to get more gear (power cords, controllers, keyboards), we got together and jammed out. What did I write song lyrics about, you may ask? Well here's a sample:

"Index cards.

Filing my shit.

Filing my cards all day."

We also wrote another song called "Sexy Vultures".

The song, though, that we settled on, has the lyrics

"Starting today, I'm getting better. We're getting stronger, starting today."

OH MY GOD SHE'S GETTING SO DEEP

To be honest, loves of my life, this (past week) has not been the easiest week for me.

I've been thinking more than normal (amazingly, that's possible). I'm feeling sort of betrayed by music, and under enthusiastic about most of my classes. I'm not sure I'm doing what I'm supposed to with my life.


But we have to focus on the positives, or we'll explode.

Positives:

1) My abnormal psych class and the brilliant psychologist who teaches it. He manages to send a shiver up my spine with every reference to the human brain. All the personal connections and reasons I have to take the class make it that much more intense: but I crave the information.

2) Those moments when I actually feel like myself.

3) My wonderful friends.

4) Peanut butter.

5) Keeping my focus on London.

6) Experiencing the tail end of my IT band syndrome and realizing how fragile I can be (and accepting it).


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I met with one of my Electronic Friendship and Design major friends yesterday and we have big plans to take over the world with glitchy guitar piano beat song beauty. Think Mates of State + Stacy Clark + Paper Route + extra sexiness.

This is me, and also me.

It's been a crazy week. London is a for sure now, and so I am freaking a little about my financial situation. I'm officially registered on sittercity.com and I've got a meeting with a mom in Cambridge who wants me to sit for her one year old daughter for a few hours of week.

Berklee has also chosen me to represent the school (cough cough) as a Student Ambassador (like the UN, only not). They're paying to fly me out to Denver and Salt Lake City next month to help run the auditions. Travel FO FREE.

Miscellanae:

Hawaii boy hasn't dropped off the planet quite yet. Can't wrap my brain around that one.

I hate finding out about bands after they break up.

Yesterday, I got my ass handed to me. Straight up.

What am I doing online!? There's so much to do! Classes start tomorrow! OK BYE

I love those little crackers.

sometimes my family members

look like cartoon characters

...I'm not immune

Alright, Boston

Back in Boston. I have only milk and Hawaiian kona coffee in the kitchen, which should get me through tomorrow morning. I’ll be back at my desk in my International Admissions cubicle at 9AM, yoga at 4. Things are back to the way they should be.

Mary, Tim, Amanda and I ate some sushi that we had delivered from a block away and watched my family’s home videos on DVD (one of my Christmas presents). In one particularly gripping scene, four year old Rose hit baby PJ with a stick. I feel like that speaks volumes on both of us.

Cristina has arrived and, while I am excited to have new estrogen sharing our space, I can’t help but miss my poo.

I could see where that could be misunderstood, but I meant Gabi.

Hawaii: a Big Island with Sun and Prettiness

I'm writing this sitting across from my brother and his friend, the friend that I groped and was groped by on New Year's Eve. (Laptops are wonderful for discussing people while keeping them in the dark)(Terrible, I know).

On New Year's, my brother got drunky drunk and ran into the ocean fully clothed. Sometime in the next hour, his feet left his shoes behind in some unknown location. Shortly after that, I lost interest in chasing after him and ended up finding one of his friends and...yeah. Pretty fun emerging from his friend's bedroom the next morning to see my brother chilling at the kitchen table.

We have a mutually judgment free relationship, which is how it works.

Today's music was Cake and Jamiroquai and so my sunburn burns a bit less and my heart feels light as a bone dry cappucino from Espresso Royale. Viva insanity.