31/365 - January 31, 2012
One month of pictures!
30/365 - January 30, 2012
The email said “business casual.”
29/365 - January 29, 2012
Treat yo self: the Jumbaco chronicles.
28/365 - January 28, 2012
Taken during Martín & Joey’s set. For some reason, the lights looked especially fiery that night. Zhubin’s ring of fire looked lively while Larkin Grimm’s lights seemed to trail behind her like they were presenting her to the crowd.
Not pictured: Me having a tiny freak out during Arrington de Dionyso’s set. I’ve never seen him perform before, and Kristen and Nina made it clear that it would be unlike anything I’ve experienced. At one point during his first piece, I was staring at him so hard that I felt like I couldn’t close my eyes. My left leg fell asleep, and it started to get tingly. I tried to move my foot around, and I kept nudging Kristen, but not actually feeling it happen. Then, my loafer fell off, which breaks every barefoot-in-public rule that I have (It’s just one rule: no bare feet in public, or ever if I can help it. I hate feet.), so I frantically tried to put my loafer back on, which sounds simple enough, but I couldn’t get it on, which freaked me out even more. The numbness kept me from noticing that I was missing my pinky toe every time I tried to put it on. Anyway, after probably kicking Kristen several more times and a lot of fidgeting, all was right with my left.
27/365 - January 27, 2012
When I cleaned out my Corolla, I found a pair of Lady Gaga Mickey Mouse sunglasses from two Halloweens ago, a box of brass fasteners for the dozens of scripts I had to copy and bring to class, a cigar from a smoke shop in Florence that I planned on giving to my cousin as a “man” gift, but then decided I didn’t want to give it to him anymore, and a comically large plastic shovel from a “free stuff” bucket at my internship.
After I took my last sweep of the car, I asked my dad what would happen to it. He said that someone’s teenage son would inherit it. I thought of all the scraps of trash I left behind: receipts, wrappers, movie stubs. I wondered if he’d give it a second thought, if he’d ask about me the way I asked my dad about the woman who drove the car I got. Would he try to take off the crudely taped NMUSD parking permit? Would he convince himself that if he pushed hard enough, the windows would roll down? (I’ve tried. It doesn’t do anything other than irritate your pushing finger.) And what about this luxury compact SUV? I peeked through the tinted windows at the leather seats before opening the door and climbing in. My dad turned on the car, and said, “Look.” He rolled down the automatic windows, and we both laughed. We admired the features that, twelve years ago, were a big deal: a tape player AND multi-CD player, a sun roof, and a dashboard with wood detail.
After a pleasant visit to AAA and $93, the car title is officially in my name. Adulthood~~
26/365 - January 26, 2012
I am really overwhelmed by school right now. I fooled myself into thinking I could work 35 hours a week and have an internship on top of school. As it turns out, I have to sleep at some point. Aside from being constantly interrupted by Christian Club members who won’t take “I have to finish this article before my next class” as an answer, I’ve found that I’m a lot more productive outside than in the library.
25/365 - January 25, 2012
The last time I watched The Truman Show was at least ten years ago. That sounds so far away, doesn’t it? That’s 3,650 days of memories to sift through. It didn’t strike me as much this time around. I did, however, cringe at the end when Truman reaches the end of the sky. It’s this really hopeless moment when one realizes that he has literally no control over his life, that he cannot escape even as he tries as hard as hell to leave, that being aware of what’s wrong isn’t enough and isn’t an end-all for shitty situations. Also, although the film ends the only way it can, it’s too perfect of an ending, too simple to be satisfying.
24/365 - January 24, 2012
What an awkwardly named flavor. I looked up the other flavors to see if there was a theme to this madness, but the rest of the flavor names either rhyme, like “very very cherry” and “mango tango,” or the flavors are followed by nondescript alliterative words that don’t mean anything, like “pomegranate pucker” and “strawberry smash.” I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to eat anything described as “wet-face.”
23/365 - January 23, 2012
First self-portrait of the new year? It rained most of the day, but I was inside cleaning the stage and filing and digging through dumpsters to salvage a rain-soaked foam potato bug costume covered in Del Taco wrappers, so I didn’t have a chance to take any pictures. This is me after I left my internship, sitting on a vintage toy chest, bored out of my mind because no one visits an outdoor mall when it rains, so all I can do is wait it out until it’s time to go home.
22/365 - January 22, 2012
You know when you listen to a song for the first time, and then you listen to it again. Again and again and again. And every time you listen to it, you think about all of the other times you’ve listened to it, and you are certain that this song will be played several more times in the future until forever, until you’re an adult and come across this shirt and are reminded of every feeling connected to this song only to realize that someone has committed intellectual property theft and turned one of your favorite songs into “one of those cute shirts with a clever saying” without crediting anyone, and you want to die a little inside, but instead you go home, and you listen to that song again and again until your eyelids are heavy, and the last thought that passes through you before you drift away is that you’d probably buy that for your kid because your kid would be the coolest kid on the playground wearing a Neutral Milk Hotel shirt, even if no one knows it, but you.
