NEW

So its been ages since my last post. Time to recap on my boring existence. If I can recall the last time I posted I was speaking about my depression and how it was getting better and so on. Well this last semester was by far the hardest. There were so many times when I collapsed on my bed wishing it would all be over. The truth of the matter is, as I continue my academic career, I realize more and more that I never wanted one in the first place. I'm not a "school" person. I hate applying my creativity and energy to stupid projects that will never see the light of day outside a classroom. For me, practicality and real experience have always been more exciting and as I keep diving deeper into Parson,I come to more of a realization that I'm only in it for the stupid degree at the end of the tunnel. The college degree has become the new hight school diploma. Masters degrees have become the new college degrees. If I werent 3/4ths of the way in, I probably would have run off by now. Oh, I've forgot to mention my new endeavor. I have stumbled upon a way to go to Japan for free, and get a salary attached to it. In rough economic times like these, what could be better? You get to venture to a part of the world that you've always wanted to visit and you have a good job attached to it. Sign me up! Of course my friends think I'm crazy, but whats new. Friends. There's a whole new chapter of the book. New York has certainly changed me, and for the most part, turned me into the person I've always wanted to be, but in other ways it's made me realize that there's certain things I cant change. Friends are one of them. I joke and tell people that I get a new pair of friends every year, but, guess what? It's true. Whether I like it or not I'm constantly seeking change and that means living in a new place every year, doing different things every semester, and yes, being surrounded by an ever-changing group of people. Things are no different, in that respect, than how they were in high school. I had my best friends that I could talk to about almost anything, and then I had my friends that were in the in-crowd who I'd go out to lunch with and party with. Here its the same way. Those who I go out with are very different than those that I can have a serious conversation with, as with those that I work with. Becoming an RA has been the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. I knew I was always ready to do it, but I dont think I understood how much of my life it would consume. The layers of relationships have become unbearable. Residents,fellow RAs, supervisers, even security and maintenance. And someone is always talking about someone. But, what else is new? It's a giant building with vibrant personalities all forced to live in the same house. Talk about real world. Just add 600 freshmen to the mix and you're good. I guess what I'm trying to say kids, is that life doesn't get easier as you go along. It gets harder. And not just harder, but more complicated. Going to school, going to work, going to your internship, doing your hw, getting a drink with friends etc. And thats leaving out boys. Oh the boys. For some reason whenever I'm at my busiest, they start to rain on me. I've met someone knew. Out of pure coincedence and timing, this new gentleman stepped into my life. He's cute and brand new to the scene, from a place far away. We just recently started hanging out more and more but guess what? I'm over it. As would be expected. You know me, when anyone gets too close, my defense mechanism pushes myself further away. Sometimes I question whether I could handle a relationship at all. So much dedication. You lose yourself in a way, I feel. You become a part of something greater which to many people would be wonderful, but to me its an intrusion. As much as I had fun with this new lad, my heart is still attached to a certain other person. And I hope they feel the same way. And now as I sit here typing away my woes on christmas eve I leave you.

TILDA GONE WILD

So Tilda Swinton is by far one of my favorite actors of all time. And I don't have many. I'm sure I've expressed my disgust over celebrity culture and its tumor sister industry the media. However, there are still actors who are embody the true nature of acting. I not only love her aesthetic, but her entire essence exudes chic and class. That's why it was amazing to see her in a role that completely undermines her typical roles. She constantly challenges herself to become different people and she is so successful at morphing into these characters that one is utmost convinced. In Julia, a film directed by Erick Zonca, Swinton plays an alchoholic woman at the brink of hitting rock bottom. Forced into a rehab center she befriends a young woman who is on a quest to kidnap her own son from her father in law. She asks Julia (Swinton) to help her and Julia embarks on a quest to extort money from the boy's mother herself. Crossing the border, losing the boy in the desert and fighting off mexican gangsters, this movie was amazing. Every second was thrilling. WATCH IT BIETCH!

NO TEARS

So my depression is gone. Or so I think. For a while I felt uneasy and flustered. I still dread school, but its now bearable. Eating good food with friends and the promise of a weekend is good. I still yearn for a time when hw is something I laugh at in the past. This week I start at OAK. I've yet to have an interview with Bergdorffs for that buying internship. And yet another interview at Odin for a possible sales job. Why must there only be 24 hours a day, seven days a week and 30 days in a month? I can barely squeeze in a meal or a shower anymore let alone sleep. Hopefully all this work pays off somehow, somewhere. I really hope Jorden goes through with our business proposition. Sometimes I just want to let it all go and jump out of the clasps of this routine. I will miss the Duckies and their uber-fabulousness. I'm going to miss going with them to their fabric appointments, running to Barneys to pick up samples and to the shirt factories in NJ. Oh the memories of riding a million hours in a car singing Total Eclipse of the Heart and stopping for bagels in the middle of nowhere. I hope they'll continue to see me. They've yet to find my replacement. The year's wheels are beginning to roll and I can sense that I'm already running a bit behind. Hopefully I'll snap to my senses and get organized or I'll soon be all over the place.

HELLL

So slowly my life is falling to shambles. I'm obviously way over my head with this RA job. Not that I cant handle it, but its been so much work already and I'm sure it will only get better...NOT. If it weren't for the precious moments inspiring bright-eyed freshmen I don't know what I'd do with myself. What part of 600 freshmen didn't I read on the contract? I'm hoping these are the first few months of hell before the good times ahead. My life seems to be disintegrating in more than one way too. First of all I'm man-less since Ohio has left me for good taking a job at some after school shenanigan. My friends seem more annoyed of my evil ways than ever which is a great feeling. I mean who do you count on when you've had a hard day and all you want is to relax and let it all out and even your support seems to hate you. I'm broke, which is no surprise considering I've been a resident lazy-ass all summer without a job or source of decent income. If there's anything I look forward to more after school its the ability to be somewhat self-reliant. Its so frustrating to see that your family as hard as they may try are never as financially well-off as they should be to keep me in the frivolous lifestyle I lead. My main core class in Design and Technology (WTF am I doing with my life?) was mysteriously dropped causing me to remake a whole new schedule a week before class. Awesome! Here goes another year of intrigue, copious amounts of work and ounces of true satisfaction. Please tell me things are going to get easier or what's the point. Why not just drop out of school and live paycheck to paycheck being a manager at Barnes and Nobles or some shit. Just as it all seems to fall to pieces, I remember that if I was back home my life would be more of joke because being a manager would probably be the equivalent to a Harvard Grad in a world where bonfires and keg parties are the highlights of the week. BARF. One day I'm going to read this and think to myself, "How did I manage to get through that" and "God I'm so not that person anymore". I mean at the end of the day isn't it everyone's dream to live a bohemian/hipster existence. Thank god its just a phase. One that I cant wait to surpass. Memo to self I'm a lot more eloquent when inebriated. Take that Gabz I can read AND write and it's Langliscious if I do say so myself. Good night y'all and good riddance.

NIGHTDRIVE

So I got back on tuesday and its been nothing, but running up and down the city. Going home this time REALLY made me realize that it's not my home anymore and that slowly I've begun to hate where I'm from. Everything remains the same or some version of the way it was once. In some ways this is beautiful, in others its depressing. My parent's God bless them have not changed at all and my friends seem to be frozen in their tracks. I feel for them, but in a way know that they'll never understand who I am anymore. The city casts a spell on people. Soon enough you cant bare to be away from it too long. The daily grind, the parties, the people, the feeling of everything in the world coming together in one place is mystifying. My friend Savannah was staying with me for a bit sorting out her apartment drama. It really scares me to think of the arduous task of finding a place once I leave my RA service. The paperwork, the roomates, the crazy formalities, but I still cant wait. Cant wait to truly have a place of my own. Somewhere I can paint, fill with furniture and keep a dog. I don't care what anyone says, I still want a dog. Huge responsibility no doubt, but its something I've never been able to have in my life. It's funny but true what they say that when you stop looking for that special someone, all these people pop out of the blue. I've met a really nice person, but once again distance is the obstacle and in fear of growing too attached I've distanced myself. I've taken the liberty of sharing some of my home with y'all.

HOMEWARD BOUND

So sunday I'm off to the golden state and to the county of oranges. Its funny that I really haven't been thinking about going home.
I'm scared to think that I'm sort of excited. I feel like it will be better since I'm only going for about a week so I'll get to see everyone and eat some good food and get the hell out of there. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and friends back home, but its become so depressing. I feel like everyone stays frozen in their dead end jobs and lame careers. Even my friends who went to good schools like USC or UCLA are studying nursing or pharmaceuticals. No one seems any bit ambitious and they just give me stares and disdain for leaving. That's another thing that I hate. SMALL TALK. Get the fuck out of here. How many times do I need to tell you about what I'm studying and where I go to school. Its sad really. On the positive side I get to get away from the city a bit. Lately I've been feeling so flustered by all the people (tourists) and just really want to be alone in a park somewhere or just away from all the crowds which is so hard here. PS: Have you guys ever heard of the most hated family in America? They are fucking crazy. Every other word out of their mouth is Hell or Fags. That pretty much sums up their faith. A bunch of ignorant hick sign holders. They preach the word of God through hate. I don't remember Jesus ever damning people to hell or calling people faggots. LOL. People like them are the reason why everyone hates America. They're so lucky they live in a world and a country where people can say whatever they want. Regardless, they truly are testing the borders of free speech by protesting at dead soldiers' funerals. Its so sad that they bring their children up in hatred. There's a scene in this BBC documentary where a car drove past and threw something at one of the children wounding him. Those kids are innocent and have no clue what they're doing, yet they pay the price for being raised by ignorance and blasfemy. I guess it really hit home because I myself was raised a Jehova's Witness. In no way am I saying that they are similar, but there was a sense of responsibility attached to knowing the approaching final days. In contrast tho, we were taught to educate people with respect, love and compassion for our fellow man not damn them or hate man for his beliefs. There was also similarities in feeling of being part of a cult. If you're in you're in, if you're out you're out. There was never an in between, which I guess is true of almost any religion but this family was just amazing in the fact that they were completely guided by an obvious bigot and a legion of one minded crones. Below is the link to this touching documentary that shows how far people are willing to go to prove they are Gods chosen people.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mT_WHiHaXdw

COMING TOGETHER

I took him home last night. Its really strange the way he is with me. He's genuinely interested which I know sounds ridiculous but I've been so used to chasing after people who could care less or being attacked by younger overzealous cling-ons. Its strange to meet at the middle when both people are equally interested. Enough about my lurrve life. On the career side of things I had an interview today at Oak for a buying internship. Headquarters are in Greenpoint, Brooklyn which is pretty out of the way but oh well. They pretty much hired me on the spot which is great. They seemed really laid back and Oak is my favorite store in NYC by far and a giant discount with lunch is incentive for me as it is. I love Oak because its not just any other store its really building a lifestyle. I wouldn't be starting until next fall. The Duckies love me and continue to shower me with gifts, clothing and connections. Its so funny that we get along so well. We pretty much finish each others sentences its getting ridiculous. They even offered me a possible sales position at Odin which would be amazing. Gabrielle has her internship at Barneys. Did I mention its paid? She hates it. I don't blame her either after all marketing isn't the most exciting dept. Gilfriend aka Miss Hayley is in Paris as we speak being a responsibe RA to pretween Parsons summer students. Ross is back from his semester in Paris and his lazy ass has been hitting the spots with us. I'm going home to the golden shower state soon. In a week to be exact. I'm getting excited to tell you the truth. I'm looking forward to only being around for a week. It always feels like a giant press conference going home. And everyone asks the same questions. I'm just happy life seems to be finally coming together. PS: Been listening to a lot of Boards of Canada. They are pretty much amazing and are the perfect soundtrack to these black summer days.

SCHOOLS OUT

Sooo much to say, too little time. Well actually, there's all the time in the world now that school is OVER!!! So great to be real person and go to work and then just come home and relax (not worrying about hw). Unfortunately, all I've been doing is going out and eating out. I'm really excited to finish R.A. training and start my internship at Nicola. Hopefully, its everything I hyped it up to be. In other news the love life department has taken a sharp turn into the positive. There's a lot of potentials. There's one particularly intriguing fellow. He's an installation/performance artist who's from Paris, has lived in Japan for a few years and is always decked out in designer clothes. Sounds perfect right? He's a bit on the older side tho, not old just a lot older than me which I can respect. I was hoping we could just be friends, but story of my life guys either hate me and ignore me or think I want to go out with them. I've always said, and I'll say it again, I could really use some cool gay friends. I'm not saying that in a "I need a gay biffle" teenage girl kind of way. I just would like to be around people who know what I'm going through and can be catty and hit on guys together. You know like wingmen. Whatever. Rants, rants. I've been going out almost everyday this week and I feel like a giant shitshow, but who cares. Life fast die young right? And besides the worlds ending in 2012 anyways. Might as well make the most of it. On Monday I went to see the Shins who were amazing live. A great show, besides the annoying crowds of jersey tweens.

SOUNDS

I know I haven't posted in a while but hey thats me. So as the year is winding down, I find myself with less and less work than more of it. I'm really nervous for this research paper I'm writing for my Worlds Fairs Lecture class. Its about Japonisme and the way it swept through western art and design blah blah blah. But yeah its something that interests me okay so shove it! I also registered for next year. I'll actually be in Design and Technology for some reason that has to do with the weird curriculum change and the fact that they dont offer Type 2 or CD 2 in the fall. My electives will include: advertising concepts, publications design, Japanese art and intro to Japanese. So yeah I think I'm turning Japanese. I love learning languages and I've always yearned to learn Japanese so nows my chance. Then maybe sometime in the future I can live and work out of Japan for a few years. Now that would be great. I figure I'll never have time to learn it on my own later on and learning languages gets difficult as you get older. I've been going out way too much lately (I mean whats new right?) but seriously. The other day my friend Cory, who know I'm obsessed with The Sounds (for you rednecks they're a Swedish rockband that kicks major ass) and she sent me a link to this thing to fill out for a chance to go to a secret show here in the city. So I filled it out and didn't think much of it and to my surprise I got an email today saying I won a spot on the RSVP list. I almost cried. I love love love The Sounds they're probably my favorite band and last time that I saw them live was with Cory and they were epic. Maja is a crazy bitch and I love her. She's pure rock and roll. The show was awesome and they were great as always. Jesper keeps getting hotter and hotter everytime I see him. I wonder if he likes boys? Hmmm. Their new album is almost out and is titled "Crossing the Rubicon" should be gold as always. And now I leave you with this five star piece of footage yours truly took inside Santos on this fateful night.

INTERVIEW

I GOT IT! I got the interview that I'd been waiting for. I really want this. Its all I wanted for this year besides the RA job. Nicola Formichetti is an inspiration and one of my biggest heros so just the thought of interning is beyond imagination. Apparently fashionista recently featured him saying he desperately needed interns which sort of freaked me out, but I sent my resume and dropped a few names and I just got an email asking for an interview. I can totally take it from here. My dream would be to stay at the Duckies and start working at Nicola at the same time and since I lost my job at the Welcome Center there's no need to worry about work. I figure I'll find something at night like waitressing or retail to fill in the gap, but the folks are onboard to pitch a helping hand and since housing is on the house I don't see too much of a problem other than I may not be able to live my regular burgeois lifestyle of buying new clothes every week haha, but hey its time to buckle down and buy those "investment" pieces everyone keeps talking about. Wish me luck and just maybe I'll have the best summer ever.

BECOMING

I just saw this postcard from postsecret with the words "I'm thrilled with the person I'm becoming" and I have to say I feel the same way. Yup you guessed it another giant blog about myself haha, but no I'll keep this short. I'm actually very happy right now. I've been working my ass off. I cant seem to catch up on my work no matter how much I do. I've been going to school, interning and working as well as going out a lot so I'm exhausted. I'm so ready for this weekend to do even more hw! Kill me please! I've realized that school isn't as important as we all take it to be. I mean don't get me wrong its the basis for all the major skills and helps expose you to what it is you really want to do, but the reality is, the real world is the best experience. I was chatting with a friend who actually holds a good job within a well-known mag and he encouraged me to drop out claiming anyone worthwile dropped out of Parsons. Hahah I thought that was so funny and very true. Marc Jacobs, Alexander Wang, Donna Karan you name it they all didn't make it past sophomore year. Regardless I need this degree to prove to my family that all this money and effort wasn't going to waste. Well good news. I FINALLY GOT AN R.A. POSITION!!! Thank god almighty. I'm so excited to start. I'll be in a brand new residence hall looking after you guessed it, freshmen. A lot of people seem to think that the only good thing about being an RA is the free housing and sure thats a giant perk but I'm actually so thrilled for the job itself. Much to what people may think of me, I'm actually pretty nice and like to give back once and a while. I'm just super excited to find out who my residents will be, where they're coming from and what motivates them. I love to give people a heads up on what's ahead and just give them advice because hey, I've been there too and its tough when you're going into something completely blind. I found out that I'm actually the Parsons moderator on Myspace which is pretty funny since I hardly ever go on myspace haha. I keep counting down to summer just a few more weeks. Sophomore year has come and gone so quickly its ridiculous. I'm hoping to sublet a place over summer with my number one, Gabz, which will be awesome no doubt. Our apt will be uberchic! One more thing. Why does god screw me over when it comes to the fellas? I try to put up my hands and play it solo and what do I get, a whole new wave of creepers. Creepers who offer me taxi rides to their place, creepers who beg me to go out with them, creepers who harass me. WTF?! First of all if I like you, I will pursue you or give you some sort of hint that I'm interested. Shaking my head, the cold shoulder and I dont know maybe the word "NO" may all be clues that I'm not interested. I really try to be as polite as possible, but seriously lay off. It becomes pathetic and makes you even less attractive. I'm starting to realize that my expectations are probably at such ridiculous altitudes that I may just be single forever and forced to slave and toil in some sort of hobby whether I be a workaholic, one of those neverending travelers or who knows I just might become some symbol for people like Leigh Bowery. Beautiful and amazing but the furthest thing from boyfriend material. Oh well. No time for any of that shit anyways. I've become obsessed with French guys. They know how to live over there and I wish I could just leave all my obligations at the door and fly over there now and really start living life. Oh and I smoke now. Big whoop I was always a damn smoker at heart and now I leave you with this latest picture of ...me

A LA FRANCAIS

La nuit dernière j'ai rencontré un beau gars français, pourtant j'ai été immédiatement entouré par les vautours hostiles qui ont choisi et ont poussé doucement à notre chaque mouvement. Je deja sais pas si est qu'il préfère des hommes ou des femmes. Only time will tell, just my luck he'll be some sort of wack job or creeper or join the pile of straight boys that I can never have. My love life is one giant windowshopping spree. Good grief. Sweet picture taken just minutes before hitting the streets of NYC. Courtesy of Sonia (one of the vultures) <3

SOIREE

Another fun filled weekend is gone. I have to admit I was a little disappointed at how saturday night unfolded, but I mean when you start hyping things up, you're setting a path to getting let down. What was really great was dressing up girlfriend in an outfit that I not only styled but made. Yeah she was pretty much my walking business card that night. Ran into a few people I would have rather not wanted to that night too, among them a tranny and a terminally ill. Today was lame, I was so tired and I've been ridiculously tired all day, for no reason really. I watched La Femme Nakita, the original French version of course and fell in love with it all over again. I forgot how much I loved that movie. I'm tempted to even buy it. It's so French, and full of action and this crazy chick who looses it all only to start her life again. And there's love, and not just stupid romantic comedy love, but this believeable sense of love which I love. I'd like to think that when I finally find myself in a relationship it could only be as tender. Tomorrow is monday which is BAD. A whole day full of typography and digital lettering. I want to pull my teeth out its so painful. Spring Break is coming up and instead of doing something amazingly exciting like I would have liked I might just spend it in the city or if I'm feeling really adventurous with my biffle Gabz in PA. The weather is getting a lot better and I'm loving it. I cant believe how much I took California's weather for granite. Nice weather just makes everyone so much happier and I don't even want to take the subway. Wish me luck for tomorrow. Hopefully I'll survive.

EXHAUSTED

I'm exhausted. Not from work, not from school but from my extracurriculars. Thats right people I'm actually a nice guy who gives back to his community. Well his residence life community, but recently I've fallen into a bit of a slump. You see here's this job that I really want and have worked so hard to even be acknowledged, but because of one stupid thing its all been jeopardized. I warn you this is a rant post so you don't have to sit here and read it, but it really pisses me off that people cant just be adults nowadays. After all the work that I've put into this and all the effort I've put into my accomplishments, its amazing that it can all still be defined by one situation, one bump along the path. I just wish more people understood me. And no I'm not saying that in some emo preteen girly way, but just in the fact that I'm actually a good person, I just have high expectations for people, and I'm not out to destroy anyone out there, sorry I have better things to do. So much of what people think is based on one's looks and I get that. Go ahead judge me, call me an asshole, say that I look like some uptight douchebag, but while you're at it look at my resume, ask me a few questions will ya? I'm tired of playing games. I'm tired of trying 10 times as hard as other dumbfucks who get it handed to them. Why does everything have to be a fucking struggle in my life. Why cant for once, something nice just happen. Better yet something that I've really wanted for a long time happen. Nope, everythings always a test. Everythings always a step in the right direction but not quite there yet. Everything is a good job and a pat on the back but no cigar well guess what I'm exhausted. I cant do this anymore. I'm done.

PARTY BUSINESS

Okay so I know I'm going to come off super douchey when I say this but partying in New York City could literally be a full time job. I dont know why people dont take socialites more seriously, I mean with all due honesty, keeping appearances can take it out of you. Last night was the wildest night of my life. BY FAR!! And I know some of you will just laugh at my ignorant naiveness but I've never been that many places in that amount of time. It all started with this OAK after party that I really wanted to go to because I love OAK and Holy Ghost was DJing and there was an open bar till 11 which I'm all for. Of course same fucking story all my friends are busy doing hw, or kicking back in their PJs cuz school's the next day, but you know me I'm like "Who gives a fuck there's a party out there and I'm going" So I left ALONE to this shindig. I get there and they check if you RSVPd which I did, then they check ID so I hand em my passport copy. I know oldest trick in the book but hey it works so I get in and twiddling my thumbs acting like the cool loner in the corner. This fails and I need to find someone I know, at least someone. Luckily, my good friend Alexander Wolf aka creative director over at CITY (god this name dropping is ridiculous..hang in there) shows up and his photographer lady friend and we had fun and what not. Cole Mohr gets there with this fugly bitch and they start making out all night. Oh and my favorite, top model, and I use the term loosely, FURONDA was there workin' her skinny ass haha. That was definitely a highlight. Times up, drinks aren't free so Alex says lets go the Corpus after party so we jump in a cab and arrive at this hotel where the doorman asks where we're going. We let him know and he lets us in the elevator. Doors open and bam I run smack dab into some of my old friends from last year. The infamous Jess Steller, cutie Jordan Potter, my boy Houman and Paula Rezende. I know you dont know these people, but I do and I cant but put a face to a name okay. I almost got into a fight with the DJ after I pointed at his shirt and he pushed me into a group of people whilst I waited for the bathroom. It was totally immature and uncalled for. Thank god these two nice gentlemen stopped him and tried to reason with his dumb fuck ass. I chatted it up with some models who I remembered from the Duckie show. Some British blokes. They were funny tho. So the party died down and the group split up. I and three others were walking down the street when some bartender yelled out, "first round of drinks on me" so we, of course did not resist. After our "first" round we left to some other shitty bar where the bouncer wouldn't let me in cuz of some technical bullshit with my passport copy but I got in thanks to Houman. We danced, I made out with some Aussie girl who I wish I could remember and then after like an hour or so we left. I shared a cab with the Steller and we headed home sweet home to the financial district around 4AM. Mind you this was monday night and I had class at 9 in the morning. Yeah didn't go to my first class and I still feel a bit dizzy. good times right. fucking ridiculous!

GIRLFRIEND

So a friend I dont mention enough is my dear Hayley Thiesen or as we call her Girlfriend. She's the sweetest, most gentle hospitality whore from Detroit. And she loves to tell you she's from Detroit. "Detroit is in all ways the definition of the American City but its problem lies in the fact that it didn't diversify its industries" -GF Thats a taste of girlfriend, a most intellectual being. Girlfriend enjoys fine cinema, serial killers, good food, and looking up things on wikipedia (which is the source of her ever-expanding knowledge) So suck on that higher education, wikipedia isn't full of shit. The funny thing about girlfriend is that you would never expect her to even be in the same room as me, Gabrielle or the stoic Sonia. Our pessimistic evil ignorance hasn't seemed to corrupt her...yet. Deep down I think she realizes that we are evil soul-less beings who judge people instinctively and couldn't give a fuck and she either wishes she could be too or is deep down a mass murder who chuckles at our cynical wit. Either way she's our girlfriend and we're blessed by her presence oh yeah and her TV helps too. This saturday me and girlfriend had a date with the movie SHIVER or Eskalorfrio in Spanish. It was a Spanish movie about a boy and his mother who move out of the city because of a bizarre skin condition which prevents him from being exposed to sunlight, and into the country where they discover a crazy wild little girl who kills people and everyone suspects the new boy but it turns out to be some german child. This thus prompted our interest in feral children and I fell in love and awe with the story of Genie Willie who until she was 13 was tied to a potty chair in total isolation and was then slowly reabilitated in a series of extensive tests and research. Its a really sad story and they based a movie on her whole ordeal called "mockingbird dont sing" I want to see it soon. Maybe tonight. On Sunday I was cordially invited to Girlfriend's uncle Carl's house for dinner and cake which I couldn't refuse. They lived in this charming brownstone in Clinton Hill. Chicken and Dumplings, a light salad and a famous recipe chocolate cake left me stuffed. The company was very interesting. They were the most cultured, intellectual group of people I've ever been around. I felt like a complete idiot as they discussed everything from film to politics and art. It was very interesting. Its great to meet new people and in such an intimate setting you really see how many different lives we live. Whoa..deep. ANYWAYS ABOUT FASHION.....

DUCKIEZ

So I haven't posted in quite a while and boy do I have stuff to say! Well my amazing internship has blossomed to its most gloriousness. Thats right gloriousness. The day of the Fashion show was great and went very smoothly, probably due to the amount of help and organization that went into everything. That and the models only had one look which greatly simplified the dressers jobs. The after party was at this underground club RDV somewhere in meatpacking. As Daniel said it was very "bordello-esque" haha You could tell who the waitresses were by the length of their skirts or lack of should I say. The party was grand regardless with open bar till 12 I've become good friends with Johanna the Swiss intern. She's so sweet and her sister and friends were here visiting so we had our share of dancing and stealing champagne. It was a great day.

SCHOOL BELLS

School starts tomorrow which means hw starts tomorrow which means no life starts tomorrow. In a way I'm ready to get back a steady schedule and from the looks of it I'm going to be mighty busy this semester. Everyday sounds like a 9-6 so its going to be intense. I have Type 1 and Digital lettering tomorrow which kind of go hand in hand, but I go to work first. Now that the Welcome Center is finally open, I'll actually have to do my job which sucks haha well not really but its going to be very different than shoveling paperwork which's been what I've been doing all this time before hand. I'm most excited about my internship tho which I start on wednesday. I'm nervous what with fashion week slowly approaching. Having to miss my 2nd and 3rd classes of Comm D as my friends have christened it is scary but I'm sure my professor will understand. Bsides its fashion week. It only comes twice a year. Oh and restaurant week is this week which is going to be awesome. I want to hit all the good spots. I need to get my haircut tomorrow because its running wild. So many things so little time.

JANISE-A

So this blogs been a long time coming and you would think that having more time on my hands would let me do more but on the contrary it makes me a loser who sleeps till noon. This has been a schedule I've followed quite religiously. So over break one of the highlights was to have spent some time in the company of a most beautiful girl. Allison is a dear friend to me. We go way back and our childhood has always involved each other in some way. I love her very much and every time I'm around I melt. What we have is so special and so unique that only we know what it really is. I'm a pretty private person (BELIEVE IT OR NOT) but I cant help but say how much I cherish her. We're not quite best friends but we're not exactly boyfriend/girlfriends. Somewhere in between I guess. One things for sure; we're soulmates. Anyways, getting away from all that mushy stuff my break is amazingly almost over. Friday I fly back to the now frozen big apple and return to my life of DARAMA! But like always spending too much time away from the city makes me have withdrawls and I just need to get back or I feel like I'm missing out. Some of my friends are already there awaiting my arrival haha. Next monday starts my crazy week. School starts, work starts and my new internship at Duckie Brown. Okay get this...so we have a new suitemate who wrote Duckie Brown a letter asking them to deck him out in Duckie Brown for his prom. How weird is that? And of all schools and all suites he's in ours. So crazy. Tomorrow should prove very fun I'm going to the Ghetty Villa with my two favorite girls and we're going to pig out and shop in Santa Monica. Its the main reason I came haha. Still whenever I come home it reminds me of why I left in the first place. Here I was the weirdo. Here I was the one who didn't fit in as where in the city I just mix in with the other crazies. No one here did anything. No one cared about their future and did something. Its just so god damn depressing. I just wish people would go out, travel and see the world there's so much else than California. Yeah its great, the weathers is near perfect but the people in other places the culture the entire experience is a journey of self discovery alone. Everyone here barely moves. Nothing happens people just survive. For some reason I've been drafted into going into classrooms at some schools here and talking about my experience and you know what it feels good. I dont remember any alumni coming to our school and talking about what lies beyond the diploma. Maybe I can talk some sense into these kids about how much is really out there. Well hopefully I dont take another 6 years to post again until then goodnight!