Last month:

A friend left town for good (maybe).

My cat turned three.

I decided to move to San Francisco.

I got no work done, for myself or the shop.

This month:

I realized how far behind I am.

I let myself get too involved.

I began waking up later and later in the day.

But I got some work done for the store!

Small victories, right? I want to upload all of them like right now, but my boyfriend and I are leaving for a week-long family reunion and it seems impractical to set everything up only to leave. So expect to see things on the 26th!

ugh, that didn't go well.

And it's not over, hooray!

Well, classes are over, but I still need to pry my transcripts from the hands of the administration, get my recs in order, blah blah. Applying to college multiple times is similar, I imagine, to being in Purgatory. (My friends tell me it's good practice for grad school - joy of joys, I have so much to look forward to.)

Here's a picture of dinner to cheer myself up:



Wild mushroom risotto with parmesan crisps. Mm.

how to kill yourself slowly:

Volunteer to write your term paper on the relationship between the image and the word.

Decide that this will be an even better idea when placed in the context of Islamic art.

Wait until eight hours before it is due to start writing in earnest.

if only i'd heard of this in my youth

For almost all four years of high school I wore my hair down to my waist. It was a huge pain in the ass. I spent inordinate amounts of time washing, conditioning, and untangling it and on one memorable occasion a close friend of mine helped me fashion it into a mohawk of sorts by giving me an undercut on the sides of my head (so I could wear my hair more conservatively around my mom and my teachers) and creating a formidable cement out of retail hair stiffeners, Elmer's glue, and egg whites. It was glorious. My height shot from 5' 3" to nearly 7' 1". I transformed myself from a surly, socially awkward teenager to a surly, socially awkward dimetrodon. I couldn't wait to go to the show to display my newfound splendor.

And then I found I couldn't fit my hair in the car.

I won't go into the ordeal of washing the muck out of my hair again. Suffice to say, if I'd known about the brilliant innovation that is fake hair shaped like animals I probably would have saved myself a lot of grief.

weekly dose of awesome: jung yeondoo

The latest post on Drawn! highlighted a South Korean photographer who creates delightful, bizarre compositions faithfully based on children's drawings. The series is called Wonderland, normally hosted on his homepage but currently unavailable (it looks like the bandwidth crashed). Here are a few images I found via Google.

things are not going terribly well right now

Suffice to say, I've had to file incomplete for half my classes due to family-related pressures. Despite my best efforts I've been neglecting Pen and Paper, to the point where I let an order slip past my radar and even though all isn't lost I feel horrible. I'm really stuck on an independent project I've been working on for a while, and I might have to abandon it altogether for want of time.

I know this will pass by soon enough, but at present I am feeling really frustrated.

girl at montmarte; a study