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Sep. 26th, 2001 02:18 amI think perhaps my exhaustion would be more interesting or entertaining if I were drunk, but I'm not, just tired. One of those Tuesday things again. I got a good night's sleep, but by 9PM the lines under my eyes had tripled! It was pretty scary; it'll take them a few days and a few emergency infusions of teabags, cucumbers, and Philosophy "Eye Believe" cream to make them look like the eyes of a woman under 35 again.
Anyway, I dragged through my classes today. Writing was the usual; I didn't have anything to turn in for art, but I explained to the teacher how zoned I was all weekend and she gave me a pass to turn stuff in Thursday. Since we got out early, I hung out a bit after class with N and K-girl and listened to the Brak cd (YAY BRAK!) that K brought with her. Count Brakula! hahaha. "The door is made of... soup!" Made more plans for Saturday. Bindi were mentioned. Perhaps my presence is valuable in terms of encouraging restraint. It's easy to overdo it where henna and bindi and accent braids and so on are concerned....
It started pouring rain as we were pulling out of the school parking lot, so the momster and I stopped at a nearby plaza. At one store we got a bunch of stuff... shoes and a scarf for her, flannel pants for my grandmother, and a big chunky blue acrylic bracelet for me. It's made of rectangular beads (set with the long sides together) with a convex surface; the beads alternate glossy and frosted, and each frosted bead has a different setting of a few blue "gemstones". It's really interesting and retro-looking and was pretty cheap.
At the Hallmark shop I picked up some cards and stickers, and something bitty for Unquietmind & her boy, and at the bookstore I picked up the latest issue of Harper's because it has a new Haruki Murakami story in it. The "Index" is always good to read. I had to pass on art/text because I couldn't afford it ($9/issue!), but it actually had a photo on the cover that made me gasp and say "oh my god!" A field of sunflowers in bloom is interrupted by a sprawled figure. Look closer and you can tell, though it's small, that it's a young woman. Even closer, she looks as though she has met a violent end, with what looks like blood down the front of her dress. It turned out to be the work of a Japanese photographer who takes well-known models and actresses and asks each how she would envision her own death, then stages the scene and photographs it.
After we finally made it home I gasped again, at my generally dishevelled appearance. I've spent the last few hours trying to stay awake, so that I wouldn't wake up absurdly early in the morning. I also cooked. There were other adventures, but the text is swimming on the page now.
Anyway, I dragged through my classes today. Writing was the usual; I didn't have anything to turn in for art, but I explained to the teacher how zoned I was all weekend and she gave me a pass to turn stuff in Thursday. Since we got out early, I hung out a bit after class with N and K-girl and listened to the Brak cd (YAY BRAK!) that K brought with her. Count Brakula! hahaha. "The door is made of... soup!" Made more plans for Saturday. Bindi were mentioned. Perhaps my presence is valuable in terms of encouraging restraint. It's easy to overdo it where henna and bindi and accent braids and so on are concerned....
It started pouring rain as we were pulling out of the school parking lot, so the momster and I stopped at a nearby plaza. At one store we got a bunch of stuff... shoes and a scarf for her, flannel pants for my grandmother, and a big chunky blue acrylic bracelet for me. It's made of rectangular beads (set with the long sides together) with a convex surface; the beads alternate glossy and frosted, and each frosted bead has a different setting of a few blue "gemstones". It's really interesting and retro-looking and was pretty cheap.
At the Hallmark shop I picked up some cards and stickers, and something bitty for Unquietmind & her boy, and at the bookstore I picked up the latest issue of Harper's because it has a new Haruki Murakami story in it. The "Index" is always good to read. I had to pass on art/text because I couldn't afford it ($9/issue!), but it actually had a photo on the cover that made me gasp and say "oh my god!" A field of sunflowers in bloom is interrupted by a sprawled figure. Look closer and you can tell, though it's small, that it's a young woman. Even closer, she looks as though she has met a violent end, with what looks like blood down the front of her dress. It turned out to be the work of a Japanese photographer who takes well-known models and actresses and asks each how she would envision her own death, then stages the scene and photographs it.
After we finally made it home I gasped again, at my generally dishevelled appearance. I've spent the last few hours trying to stay awake, so that I wouldn't wake up absurdly early in the morning. I also cooked. There were other adventures, but the text is swimming on the page now.
