the thoughts and ramblings of a bibliophile

here we are–sunday yet again. 4:15 am, yet again. Life is both moving at warp speed and completely stagnant–how does that happen so (seemingly) smoothly? Can’t I for once live in either excitement or stagnation? this constant flip-flopping is driving me insane. </end rant>.

on a tangent, a friend of mine that is in his 3rd year of photography here at the U of L took a bunch of goofy portraits of me today to try out a new lens–I am so stoked to see how they all turn out. He got 75% shots of me being a tool (dancing around to fergie, being a badass with aviators on, being a crazy person, rocking  out…) and probably 25% decent candid shots of me smiling, talking, being…it was cool to be wanted in the spotlight, as i am usually behind the lens, not in front of it. He’s talking about some gutsier experimental work in the summer and I am so so so down–do I really need an excuse to go down to the coulees in costume and have some seriously good pictures taken? Uhh…no. I swear, he’s gonna make it big one day and I’ll have hundreds of shots of his with my face in them. Check his work out at http://thebiestsc.com/.

so the girls and I are going to look at new places to live this week…I am thrilled. The thought of finally liberating myself from relying on anyone is such a thrilling conquest. Hopefully in a mat ter of days I’ll be moving away from Berkeley (…am I sad about this? yes. It’s been a great 2 years) and into the first official bachelorette pad. Yes, I know, life is gonna be leaner and tougher and rougher…but I am so excited. I’m gonna be going through all this for the first time with my 2 favorite allies. Could life be better? I think not. I even get to decorate an entirely new bedroom..and hello? Housewarming kegger…?

I think it’s time I start paying attention to the way I look in public again. No more going out to Macs for smoke runs in sweat pants. I got three phone numbers waiting for the bus today (so in the span of 25 minutes) and the only thing I did differently was put on a pair of jeans and straighten my hair. I know it sounds awful, but it’s nice to be told you’re pretty. I am pretty, thank you. I’m glad more people are starting to be fortright in admitting so (me included).

It’s actually been kind of funny noticing how people do legitimately treat me differently now that I’m comparably lighter than what I used to be. I hate to admit it, but the world is nicer to prettier people. Not that I’m a “pretty person,” but i’m prettier than I used to be, and (unfortunately?) that has made all the difference.

Anyways, I think it’s getting to be bed time here. There should be some interesting updates coming this week.

karma

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