and again...

Ghost World is turning out to be  a lot stranger than I thought it would be. waiting for it to buffer so I can finish watching it.

Adrienne is very much asleep, after being awake for about 40 hours, and additionally, the sleep she got before that was also fairly brief (I went to bed at 4 am that night, and she was still not in the room)

(photo: Will's birthday party this Monday. Hannah made him a ginger molasses cake so we had to come over)

I watched two movies in a row (but unlike this time, not alone) both for little kids.

Tangled (Rosette thought Flynn Rider was attractive)

 and FernGully a really strange environmental cartoon that I remember seeing when I was in Israel. I couldn't sleep because of the evil fossil fuel thing (but I can tell you: I most certainly did not get the environmental message at age 7)

I also had a weird dream last night filled with very large animals including a comodo dragon and an owl that could like...get to almost my height by stretching out its body. If you howeled at them, they would come in closer and howl back, as if trying to speak. They did not mean any harm but were frighting by their size...I walked very quickly to the nearest house in case they suddenly decided to devour me..

Two Belligerents and a Drunk

finally done with these photos taken for The Fashion Committee at Bard with the ISO World Cup.

woot woot.

also: belligerent is not, contrary to popular misuse, a synonym for drunk.

I guess I'll have to get used to it. 

goal for today: read a chapter and half of my psych textbook.

(if only it was just reading, it would go so much quicker...it's the note taking that is time consuming)

(photo taken between the hours of one and three in the morning)

two boys from Warren Wilson

friday afternoon:

bright orange and green nail polish

gray socks

white pants

throws his transparent yellow lighter at the couch across from him.

it bounces off instead of waking up his friend, all in blue, hugging himself on the red couch.

they were not here this morning when I had breakfast.

their hiking boots are under the table between them, and they are asleep on couches across from each other in the common room.

the first one just sat up

"hello"

"hi"

"don't mind us, we're just wanderers; but we are legally checked in"

gets up, goes to the bathroom.

(even the guys who visit Bard are short. nice smile though)

#2 is now hugging his pillow, in green pillow case.

we talked a while doing work. they are from Warren Wilson College, Asheville, NC and looked even stranger standing upright than when they were asleep. They were in my dorm (sleeping, showering, walking around with unbuttoned shirts, laughing  strange laughs, talking about gas and tolls and idk what else) because they had a friend's sister or something, and wanted a place to crash before going to NYC. except that NYC is less north than we are.

really I think they wanted to hang out at Bard for a bit, not sure why.
The sleepier one asked where we (Hannah and I) are from and then called me a Masshole. I guess that's all he knows about MA.

So awkward, the one with the nail polish also had his longish hair held back with a hair elastic, it looked really bad. They went out to play Frisbee, but they kinda sucked. But I'm sure they met some people. I was taking photos Saturday and then, at about 2 am, stinking of weed:

green pillow case: hey person--
me: hey
green pillow case: i think we've met
me: we have
hair band: we need help finding something
green pillow case: what are you doing? taking photos, obviously but...
me: what do you need help finding?
hair band: we were looking for the village
(i start pointing towards it)
green pillow case: no, no we weren't. are you busy? we just want to talk to someone. if you are then never mind
(i point at my camera and make face like...yes, a little)
green pillow case: okay, well, have fun then
me: you too.

We ended up back at the dorm at about the same time (3am) and I haven't seen them since.

edge of fall

a week before break my family came up to visit me. we went to Gigi's Trattoria and Папа didn't like it, but I did. There was this really intense pear pizza with goat cheese and aruglala and truffle oil that I can probably not have again for a while but was pretty awesome while I was eating it.

a bit overwhelming though.

I talked to everyone on the phone yesterday. I asked Shimon why he didn't kiss me goodbye. He said he didn't think he was going to miss me but that he was wrong.

Mama and I went to the MFA on Columbus day to see the Degas nudes exhibit. I liked the monotypes.

What else have I done...I took photos for the International Student Organization World Cup+The Fashion Committee, which reminds me that I need to convert them from raw and and that stuff.

dreams: I havn't written these down in a while...

There was one were I was in some city in Russia, and a freind that goes to Northeastern (Lina) was there too and we went...idk what it was, but we rolled down this massive hill past all these cars and then we cmae to a graveyard on a hill and flipped a switch for all these chirstmas lights to turn on. It was beutiful.

And another in which Yosef went to this boarding school for magic but he was late one day so he had to do summer school and then this evil witch who was plotting to destroy good (or some more concrete embodiment of good, that wasn't really important) place this OCD in him that would make him need to murder Shimon. But it could only be triggered if he came outside the walls of the school so she sent like...her son or nephew to befriend Yosef and get him outside the walls so she could do her magic (which was more powerful than her husband's magic)

And another in which I was murdered. And then this policeman went crazy trying to chase down the woman who killed, shooting all these innocent people in the chance, like this Korean family with twin girls and this very old lady. Ghost me was not happy.

movies: The Triplets of Belleville

which I had seen before and <3

Le Papillon 

When the Cat's Away

which is also in French-I watched these with Adrienne and Rosette because they need to watch one movie in French per week for their French class.

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou

because of which we might dress up as members of his crew.

photos: both for class. first one is of Cat, 2nd one of me.

in the reflections

so many mirrors reflecting eachother in the basement where I sleep.

home. three exams behind me, a day of fasting as well.

whatever is ahead of me I'm not actually thinking about.

spin spin but stuck in place.

Lavender Chocolate

Sogroutes. licorice. Hardscrabble. Smog.

Rosette has a car. Which means we can go places.

It's a four-seater with two doors but of course that doesn't stop us.

First: Sogroutes (I thought it was spelled Socrates). We were going to the garlic festival there but it had a 10$ entrance so that didn't happen. So we walked around, looked at the thrift stores and candy shop (I got some licorice, because I've only eaten it once before, a long time ago. others got raspberry chocolate and lavender chocolate, chocolate covered orange peal...) and feta spinach croissant and almost got a cute tie. but didn't, I'm not sure I'm a tie-wearing person yet (i would like to be ^_^)

2nd: Hardscrabble Fair, in Redhook. We only caught the tail end, got some food at a GiGi's van (mm...fries boiled with sage and rosemary)

3rd: Hannaford. bread and all that jazz.

 and later we went to smog. everyone else left after a minute-there were Bard bands playing and the first one was okay but then the one after that was...well, just the singer with a guitar and the rest of his band couldn't make it. listing to music and watching very drunk people dance and stand around and sway. got a very sweaty hug and "are you drunk" "no" "why not?"
(really though, two nights in a row is too much. that's what happened last weekend and nobody felt like doing that again. granted the night before I ended up finishing my book for adult psych "the boy who couldn't stop washing" while everyone else was being silly and loud)

 work....two short papers this week, three exams next week. early midterms combined with classes that have three tests in a semester.

Dancing Ninja

on shrooms and with blue ring pop all over his face, climbing up the window. 

"I'm a fucking ninja! I'm like superglue"

and then

"Just because I'm white and smoke a lot of weed doesn't mean I can't be a ninja"

that's from last year. Saw him at smog the night before last dancing on by the dj's. Idk what was going on but between each song there was a break. People yelled "woooo!" and stood around waiting for the music to start again. Everyone hooking up around us (straight girls with straight girls, gay guys with girls...)

but yeah, the guy who got expelled last year is back, I saw him on the first day here. 

1: with Margaret Joe and Rossette at the Burrito stand.

2: me.

3: an orange.

all I remember of last nights dream was that I was on a giant playground.  Huge plastic structures that shot up into the air and stretched out into the wood-chip covered distance, little children running about under the watchful eyes of parents. Also I was looking for a job.