-Kiara
26 March 2009
23 March 2009
Marching Bands of Manhattan
I want to draw a picture of a tiny marching band marching out of a mouth, like in the death cab song. I can just see it in my mind. Red top hats with gold chin straps, red uniforms with a gold stripe on the leg. The drummer is on the end, with his big drum, beating either side. His left leg is bent at a 90 degree angle, because he's marching. Trumpet in front of him, his cheeks all puffed out, leg bent the same as the drummers. The rest of the marching band is behind them, but you can't make them out. If I could draw, I would just draw that and I wouldn't have to sit here and type it. A picture is worth a thousand words. I'm really going to try to draw it in my sketchbook which is full of nothing. We will see what happens.
22 March 2009
19 March 2009
coffee of the iced persuasion
I drink coffee a lot sometimes, and it really doesn't have much of an effect. But this stuff makes me unbelievably jittery. I haven't stopped bouncing my leg for 45 minutes. I can barely type. I itch all over. I keep compulsively changing songs on my iTunes. I'm focused on writing this paper, except for not really because I'm writing this instead. I don't know what they put in this stuff. I love it. I am going to buy a few more. Could that picture be any bigger?
17 March 2009
Un rĂªve
I had a dream I failed a Biology test. I went to go pick up my test and there was a note on it from my professor saying that I needed to come to her office so she could talk to me. Then I turned it over and there was my grade. 55%. That's an F. Three pages of my exam had stuck together and I'd accidently left them blank because I didn't know they were there. Those three pages were worth 300 points. At the bottom of the third page, it said -300. It's been haunting me all day. I feel very uneasy.
16 March 2009
13 March 2009
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