blah blah blah preview was so much fun, met great people. Also because I knew I didn't have to see anyone again I just randomly introduced myself to hot guys. Sorry for poor adam if you're reading this, I know this girly shit must be annoying. Anyway with the four I introduced myself to, all were really cool and ended up asking for my number(!) so you know, it's nice. I don't expect anything to come of it, but its sweet to find out how easy it can be.

Theres a ton of amazing courses, most I got into and 2 I'll have to transfer into once kids transfer out. And I found amaaaaazing extracurriculars and I don't know, I just can't even BELIEVE I wanted to shell out 200,000 for the same education and courses in NY. Also the school's journalism program (my major so far) has incredibly cheap summer, semester, and year long courses in PARIS and TOKYO. My parents have already agreed to help me pay for a 6 week long immersion program in Paris. I'd stay with a host family or a friend in an apartment and just take french language courses. FUCK yes.

After that I'd like to take beginning Japanese and spend a semester in the brand new writing program in Tokyo.

My apartment is gorgeous. Its bigger than my apartment now, both overall and in terms of room size. I've got my own bathroom, tub shower toilet everything. I even have a freaking walk-in-goddamn-closet.  I'm starting a facebook account so I can find my roommates. 

And the cafeteria closest to my apartment has fresh fruit , veggies, and grilled fish (no sauce or butter on either of those last two). And you can take home a bunch of extras.

They even have cuban coffee. Hot damn.

Every single one of my classes is within walking distance of my apartment, they're all around the same times. The earliest is 8 AM, the latest 3PM. No late friday classes, no weekend classes, and no classes on monday till the afternoon.

I just can't believe how well everything has gone. Like I just keep lucking out, over and over again. I'm sure there will be major drama and tragedy soon enough, but for the time being, it's lovely.

люблю грозу в начале мая (* несостыковка *), как шибанёт и... нет сарая,
кишки висят на проводах, скелеты бегают в кустах!

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I'm broke
I want money

I AM OPEN TO COMMISSIONNNNNNN even though nobody reads this journal anymore but

COMMISSION!! IS!! OPEN!!!
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Will drawing portraits of the character or illustrative drawings.

6 pounds (that British currency) per head, so if you want two person on a page, then it'll be 12 pounds, and it goes on. Paypal only. Will scan in and send it to you via the net because it's safer. Whether it's CG or watercolour or black and white, I choose, unless specify. 

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After vacationing in Boston, I flew to DC to "hang" with a coworker who works from home. I have the option of working from home or going into the office, which, I will honestly admit, is a pretty sweet deal. The logistics of working while at someone else's place aren't too bad. But I won't be home until next Monday night, and I'm missing some things.

1) My kitties - no surprise, but I have pics of them on the computer and seeing them made me want to fly right home and smoosh their sassy little faces.

2) My bed. Oh, I miss my bed.

3) My roommates' dog, Loki. That little prick is the source of so much entertainment for me.

4) My kitties.

5) My bed.

6) The rest of my clothes. Living for 12 days on a suitcase of clothes isn't too bad, but I need more shoe options.

7) Indiana. The midwest may not be the center of All Things Important, but it's not a bad place to live. In New England, I basically just stopped talking because people were making fun of my accent. People from Boston. And it's not like they're speaking Queen's English.

8) The squirrels. There are not enough of them where I have been staying. Apparently I need squirrels in my life to make it feel complete.

кто обладает контактами и желанием: позвоните, пожалуйста, госпоже Шуровой (героической жене гениального музыканта) и узнайте как у неё дела. Думаю (очень надеюсь), ей будет приятно .)

за почти 6 лет вегетарианства меня ни разу не мутило. желудок поживал отлично.
зато здесь меня блюет с периодичностью раз в месяц.
блядь, что они здесь едят: через две недели (!) после вскрытия упаковки, достаю сметану. сцуко, даже не скисла!

ушла на свидание с унитазом. это мой вечный спутник в этом journey.

почему только с твоим телефоном у меня проблемы?!
я всем звоню как положено и только с тобой наши "разговоры" похожи на наши же смски:
кто?
именно.
потому.
зачем же?
я.
откуда.
написал же.
будет.


это так прекрасно. согласись.
а писем нет. голуби, похоже, сдохли. потонули в соплях романтики.
а мне не до нее, мне бы только дожить. до тебя.
hold on

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire

Roland Barthes

скажите, а вы до сих пор считаете, что особь женского полу обязательно(!), рано или поздно, должна быть замужем?
мне не для себя, нет. для интересу, так сказать.

upd: ну или родить кого-то?

looking back at my past two years in nus, i've found myself morphing into various personas - partly due to the people i hung out with, the classes i took, and believe it or not, the clothes i wore.

it's true. clothes maketh the person. although many (including myself) would like to beg to differ.

during my first year in nus, i was slightly schizo. a no slippers policy, laid down by myself, in the first semester had me donning shoes (and shoes only) and snubbing those hall folks who looked like they couldn't be bothered with school. to me, it's all about being presentable for school and classes. respecting lecturers and professors. and let's not start on the hairy mistakes. think red.

my second semester, due to classes with a certain mary lee, i saw myself rising to another level. tuesdays were never the same. vest-best day. hawaiian day. the clothes i never imagine myself wearing to school wear pulled out of the wardrobe. c'mon. looking good is an everyday matter. it was another hairy semester. think blond.

one whole summer holiday later.

second year first semester. let's start off with the right note. take away the vests. be a little more minimal. stick to pants and jeans. no shorts. the hair was alright.

then came second semester. the slippers came out. the shorts were seen nearly everyday. i blended with the rest of the school. major barfness.

the summer holidays are coming to an end. i'm telling myself it's gonna be year three. let's look my age. let's dress decently. let's have fun. let's revolutionise how nus students are perceived.

if i don't fall apart and get influenced by the rest of the school, i might just survive the coming semester lookin' pretty fine.

HAH! come on everybody! daruber, this message goes out to you (especially!)