Two Hundred and Eighty Eight

paintin' partay!

how did i end up working on three paintings instead of ONE?

oops.

HEY FUTON, BOOKSHELF, COFFEE TABLE, HEY.
hehe.

Two Hundred and Eighty Seven

tra la la la la
[ordinary ovations]

• job interview wednesday
• glass exhibit (again) after that
• baby sitting thursday! : D
• empty house to myself until monday
• tchaikovsky on friday
• peter's grad party saturday
• free symphony on sunday

yee!

song of the summer

Two Hundred and Eighty Six

YOICHI OHIRA
YOICHI OHIRA
YOICHI OHIRA
YOICHI OHIRA
YOICHI OHIRA
YOICHI OHIRA
YOICHI OHIRA
[is a god]



go see them at the nelson's bloch building RITE NOW FO FREE.
(one of the most interesting exhibits i've ever seen)

Two Hundred and Eighty Five

my bwain is fwied.

k.

*zzzzzzzzzzzz*

Two Hundred and Eighty Four

Sometimes I wish
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you know?

i think i'm going to paint.
l'amour.

Two Hundred and Eighty Three

ZOMGOODNESS
(why thank you maria buszek, for the lovely picture frames for our apartment!)

hot damn. we're just about the best damn moochers i e'er saw.

heehee.

• two medium sized white picture frames
• one crown molding shelf
• twin bed frame
• desk
• chest of drawers
• book shelf
• two vases

[so far]

Two Hundred and Eighty Two

le sigh.
je suis balayé loin.


loin loin loin, avec tu.


it's an alexi murdoch kind of day. mmm.

Two Hundred and Eighty One

Bahaha, I'm normally SUCH a talented MOOCH...
but not today.
jk.

le sigh.

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ONWARD WITH THE JOB HUNT!
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• latte land
• the grove
• subway
• chinatown market
• little big planet

hey guess what?
i love you guys < 3

Two Hundred and Eighty

OHHHYEAH.
: )


hey fav 5's. bahaha.

Two Hundred and Seventy Nine

You got it alllllll, sexy from the head to the toe.

You make me wanna say Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh myy GOSH.

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HEY GRADUATES, HAYY.

Two Hundred and Seventy Eight

GREAT JAMMIN' SONG.

oh.

and i kinda was an idiot and lost my phone...
yay me.

Two Hundred and Seventy Seven

"At least we have the rest of the semester together! It's going to be magical." And it was. I liked the extra credit question too. Bahaha.

I try not to skimp on the magic. But it only works when it's coming in both directions! YAY 2010 FRESHIES!




*le sigh*

Two Hundred and Seventy Six

I wonder...

DOES HE REALLY HATE MY GUTS ALL OF A SUDDEN??
shit.
double shit.
shit shit shittt...

this is petty.

Two Hundred and Seventy Five

WALT WHITMAN
is.

• sexy
• a god
• and totally brilliant

unless you scue it into a hipster marketing tactic...

BUT HE IS STILL HOT.

Two Hundred and Seventy Four

BAD STUPID DISAPPOINTING DAMP DAY
shut up rain
shut up lynn
shut up brett
shut up brain

(i'm very articulate when i'm frustrated, as you can see)

Two Hundred and Seventy Three

READ READ READ
TO ME

MORE
READING

NOW
READ
NOW

go.

Two Hundred and Seventy Two

ORDINARY OVATIONS!!
(we're long overdue)

• madeline cass is COMING
• finalized the apartment yesterday
• got myself a new book... hehe Walt Whiman is a god
• I figure this means I get an A ; )
• more peeps seein the show today
• and we are SO having a dinner party, bahaha

love.

merci, b.

Two Hundred and Seventy One

"3 things you're thankful for, GO!"

ok.

• walt whitman's ballin' poetry
• maddie possibly coming for the final exhibition
• and all you guys and your super rad-ness!!

Two Hundred and Seventy

a tu, je promets, toujours toujours toujours.

Two Hundred and Sixty Nine

*le sigh*

a tiny fist around a finger
drifting off
silently
like a pool of water
its ebb and flow
of continuous life