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MEMORIES.

FUTURE PIZZA

Alright, I'll let you in on a big secret: the future is not awesome. And let me tell you why: because frozen pizza is still disgusting. In fact, it's getting worse. And pizza is a good indicator of what to look forward to--if they're making it possible to make a SLICE of pizza, but it still tastes like cardboard, what can we expect for our fucking jet-packs (overused future reference--maybe I should have said moving sidewalks and flying cars). Seriously, who doesn't like pizza (I don't want to meet you, ever), and how the fuck is it not only getting better? Tell me anything I just said doesn't follow any logical thought process (I won't listen).

I'm just saying, if we can't even make automatic pizza taste great, all hope's lost. World peace? Forget it. So go hang yourself and get it over with, because microwave-a-slice-of-pizza is gross and the world is over.

Wait, what did I really expect from a freezer? NOT TO WASTE FIVE DOLLARS. I know--that's a lot to ask in these hard economic times. I wasn't even looking for nourishing, make-you-feel-good food (there is something green on top, but who knows what color it was before they dyed it green), just a fucking good slice of pizza that takes less than a commercial break to make. Why is that so hard, technology? Peace out, future.

P.S. Yeah, I still ate it. ...Also, I feel sick now.

FADE

SNEEK PREEK:

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Last (CMH) Sword Heaven show tonight @ Brbn!

ALL OF THE SPRING BREAK KICK OFF AND GO.

lvu2

yep.

nothing brings me like you bring me

broken

Not so comfy in my pocket, I suppose.

list #1

so soon,

spring break! 12 days to:

-bleach and dye hair

-sort through shit

-send stuff to austin and call ez

-actually go out, keep plans, and not back out because of school

-more graduation paperwork

-celebrate mollie's birthday at thai orchid/sweatin', and make sure saturday night is awesome

-book tickets for a week-long portland visit in june

-try my cooking competition entries

-sleep with andrea... all puns intended (spring break sleepoversss)

-finish the drawings on my prints and photograph them

-watch more movies with jake and go hiking in the rain

-say goodbye to noa

-visit mk & joshua

-get tattoos

-so many more things to do that i will never remember...

nervous for finals tomorrow. gonna read more and get some sleep, (i hope).

spring break = spring cleaning

I wonder if I'll be on that 'hoarders' TV show. So, I'm going to take a break after this unit of insanely time-consuming quadratic graphing problems that I don't want to do. By break, I mean astronomy homework. Ughhh.

Ahahaha! Travel to Columbus! OBV.

the sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new

Wow, I can't believe how much shit is fucking going on, even in Columbus, this weekend. I can think of 20 things (which is rare with my short-term memory) for today, tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday just in-city. WTF? I got a lot done today, but I've still got so much more to do. I feel like I'm in hiding. Hopefully on Saturday I can go to Trinity's birthday and then Berry's opening for a second and to drop off some food on the 3rd floor. I'm probably gonna skip Scion. Boo. Eric even wants to take me to oysters on Monday night, and I'm guessing I'm going to have to ask to wait a week (again, I'm swy). BAH! I really want these $1 oysters at Rigsby's--I found out about this like 2 months ago!

Fuck yeah, at least, that I graduate next quarter! Meeting with my advisor, getting that petition to graduate, etc. Tuesday morning. THEN I can eat all the seafood ever (gimme a coast!). YESH. K, that made me feel better. Also, this:

We were searching for that (aforementioned) box in my storage room last night, and Jake said he found something that I probably missed, and couldn't find (since middle school?). The best part is not that he found it. The best part is what I found inside it.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. I win. Almost positive this is from freshman year of highschool or before, and those postcards (see also: bookmarks) are from the Rock n' Roll hall of fame, I think (which is why it makes me think 7th or 8th grade). I love it! And yeah, I loved the Doors, the Clash and James Dean. Can't find the Clash one, but I know it used to be in there. They marked different parts of the novels I really liked. Oh, right, the totally unrelated flowers? I love orchids (thx). The end.

P.S. Why are the Unicorns on a Crayola commercial? Take that you sell-out assholes for yelling at the crowd that it was our fault that Bush was elected. UP YRZ. CMH4LYFE. (K, maybe not the last part.)

sushi stands + sleeping pills

Holy crap. I have so much work to do! But, everyone is going out of town this weekend, so I wanted to see Jake before he left. Why can't all the stuff I want to do happen next weekend? So jealous of all the goings-on! Also, I seriously hate going to a million different doctors every week. In the time it takes for me to go to a thirty minute appointment, I've lost two hours. Bah!

All that said, I hope all my everyone has great times in the cities they are in this weekend! (Cinci, Chicago, Toronto & Pittsburgh!) Miss you. Bring me back key chains that say my name on them.

Explanation & contents tomorrow, I got plans and an early rise. How fun.

Updated:

Not a Box #1:

Snus Container--dimensions: 2" x 3" x 3/4"

Contents:

Besides the container (which I only have because of the container, I'm not exactly even certain what Snus is, and gave them all to Brian or Peter) and the pin (Rag O' Rama), this is random small shit from Australia that I have no idea why I saved. Okay, the wasabi (tiny little green packet) and the soy sauce (the little fish bottle), which I just thought were cute, also did serve a bit of a purpose--I got a lot of sushi in Australia. They basically have fresh sushi to go, which doesn't mean walking into Meijer or Whole Foods and getting those little packages, they serve them like burritos! WTF? Haha. And these were always the to-go sushi and soy that came along with it. Sleeping pills I no longer use (Sonata?), an unused Australian stamp and a cap for Crown beer--which, unlike the claims of so many Fosters commercials--is the ubiquitous, cheap, most-widely-drank beer of Australia. They even 'own' bars like Pepsi and Coke own Taco Bell or McDonalds. w00t--corporate contracts! Anyway, it's gross. My favorite in Australia were Monteith's Summer Ale and Young & Jackson's Naked Ale. Both are found in the heart of Melbourne's CBD, on tap--on Elizabeth St and across the street from Flinders St station, respectively. My friends helped me trek the city and we'd print, get lunch, print more. Sighhh, I wish I had lived in the city instead of fucking Dandenong. Hour or longer metro rides, switching trains, having to go back to that drab suburbia... don't do it.

want

Wishlist O #1:

Mishka Review

Pitchfork Review

So many memories with this band playing in the background. No matter what you think about previous albums, my sentimentality has always overrode it (mostly), and they can do no wrong. Love this album.

sick of goodbyes

R.I.P.

2010 is sucking in all kinds of ways.

to disembark

Can't decide if we should go out or not. Why does everyone always make me decide? Seriously.

I'm finishing up a paper on one of Glenn Ligon's works at the Wexner right now called Gold Mudbone (Liar) #2. I really do like Glenn's work, but this is just annoying. It's annoying because I'm only allowed to pg 1: say what the work is (materials, elements, etc), pg 2: say what I think about it. We're not supposed to analyze or contextualize, just 'talk' about it. How do you fucking do that with this? Shoot me.

Maybe I'll post it if it doesn't suck. Cross your fingers. Can't imagine that it won't!

wknd monitor

Show at Skylab tonight including Wolf Eyes, Envenomist and Biff Boff Barf.

Totally fuck it that I have to go take this math test first.

Also, fuck it that I can't finish this post because I have to leave now.

Damnit.

and i hate shopping, too

Oh, hello free shipping from Urban Outfitters this weekend. Oh, hello bralette and another pair of soon-to-be-altered (see also: trimmed half a foot and tapered) super-high-rise jeans, you will be mine soon.

pointless artifacts of a mediocre past

HRMMM!

This post was supposed to be about Box #2, a box of crap that I've kept safe and sound for about 8 years now. Unfortunately for all involved ("you," me, posterity), I can't find the fucking box. This is a problem, because this box served a purpose, albeit an I'm-so-sentimental-you-wouldn't-believe-it one. Let me explain--it's a 'break-up' box. All the shit normal people would probably throw away after a break-up that I don't have the guts or desire to (and never will--unless, of course, someone accidentally just did it for me... fuckers).

I haven't gone through what we'll call 'the depths' to look for it yet, so possibly this post can come to fruition this afternoon, but right now I've got a lovely lunch date, and should probably put on some pants. Hopefully you're not at Scioto Park staring into my parents' house, because then you've been seeing me walk around without any pants on all morning. That's just how I roll.

Jacques Derrida on Love and Being

Qui où Que.

P.S. "Between talking to you and trying to read Dairy Dada subtitles..." -Marc DiCenzo

Pearls Before Breakfast

This is a great article. You should read it. Also: that dude, not a babe.

[The] performance was arranged by The Washington Post as an experiment in context, perception and priorities -- as well as an unblinking assessment of public taste: In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?

IF A GREAT MUSICIAN PLAYS GREAT MUSIC BUT NO ONE HEARS . . . WAS HE REALLY ANY GOOD?

i didn't need these things, i'll never need these things

So. I hoard things. Wikipedia says, "In archaeology, a 'hoard' is a collection of valuable objects or artifacts, sometimes purposely buried in the ground." Well, I use boxes. And the value is pretty questionable. This isn't the 8th century A.D., and you don't just go bury everything you want to keep in unplotted land anymore, you just don't. Plus, half the shit I keep (papers, flyers, notes, zines, photographs, etc.) won't last through the centuries--how unfortunate. I just need it to exist while I do, you know? Yeah, me neither.

Half of what I collect and hoard away is for never-to-be-finished art projects and works, found objects, made 'pieces' of a whole never-to-exist, the list goes on. The rest are things I don't want to forget, I don't want to lose. Which is everything. I am still not certain how I will photograph the contents of the older boxes. Possibly I won't leave it all in the box, I've got some ample floor space (definitely it wouldn't be enough).

I don't know why I keep things, it's sort of impulsive--like I might need it or want it some day for some reason. All the memories I don't want to lose, little trinkets of my life that don't really matter, but what does that mean anyway? I'm too sentimental and nostalgic, but I'm also lazy. That's why most of these things are part of half-way completed ideas for art projects I'll never finish--I lose steam, get disinterested, whatever.

I decided instead of making an art show of everything--all neatly placed out, decipherable--I'd start to document my incessant need to keep, to store, to hoard away all these little pieces (and at the same time documenting those pieces, and hoarding them once more). To never throw things out, but also, half the time, never look at those things again. I actually have a statement for the show I was planning, but it never came to fruition (imagine that)--it was (to be) called 'A Million Screaming Pieces' (PUNX REFERENCE). We needed to make statements for the final critique at RMIT and I think it's in one of these boxes. I just found my sketchbooks from Australia, so it must be nearby.

I'm not sure what I'll do with these photographs ('shows' scare the shit out of me, I've been well aware for many years now, hence I've only been in ones remote from me), but I've been thinking about doing this for awhile. This idea arrived (and happened) because my parents were (are?) remodeling their house, so a lot of my stuff is in jeopardy. You know how they handle artwork at galleries? Consider the opposite, and then you can understand what most of the shit I've ever made/kept has been through. Regardless, it's also good, because I come across things I've been hoarding, but wouldn't come across without being forced to. It's all just sitting there in boxes in storage.

I don't only do this (put things in a box to keep that maybe you might throw away) with big things, packing things up from the past--this 'first' one is from the last couple of months. I had to move things off a dresser at my parents house so that they could replace the floor. This is one of the resulting 'boxes,' and its contents as best as I can remember. I found it in a drawer when trying to find a pair of jeans I had borrowed from a friend. And yes, I arranged the contents that were in the box, but I did not add or remove anything. Most likely, that will get embarrassing soon.

Box #1:

Verizon Cell Phone Box--dimensions: (coming, admittedly too lazy to find a ruler right now)

Contents:

2 feathers found in Melbourne, Australia while walking to class (best class I've ever taken)

1 small feather found at Flinders St station (Melb)

1 receipt for lunch at a Sushi restaurant after class, my first time having a glass of Japanese plum wine, May 19th, 2009 (Melb)

1 Wolf Blass champagne cork (Melb)

1 5 dollar note, Singapore--used to hold a needle with black thread (I don't remember what I had been sewing--this is from a long time ago)

2 dried flower pods (I don't know how else to describe them, or where I found them) in a plastic container from Ravari Room

3 baggage claim stickers from the trip back to America from Australia (I think, I didn't actually check)

5 dried flowers from the bush in front of my parents' house

1 JIMIBABY pin that I took when we were in Brooklyn and wore on my skirt until it fell off

1 rock with the imprint of a shell from the Scioto riverbed in my parents' backyard that Greg found while looking for skipping stones

1 drawing made on my birthday (November 9th, 2009) by Conrad, Sara and Jimi (this is a game, but I can't remember what it's called)

P.S. I asked. The game is called Exquisite Corpse!