December 2011
happy new yeah
I’m feeling distinctly un-new-years-ish but I’m making myself go out since I did the stay in thing last time and I guess I’ll alternate it each year or something. The people I love most are scattered all about the place and that’s ok - I’ll be hanging out with some rad people and the rest I’ll all see soon enough and whatever, anyway, this is just another night...
I am so damn indecisive and it kills me.
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Christmas wrapping by Summer Camp
Merry Hipmas,...
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Guess what I'm doing. Hints:
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The Best Chrismukkah Ever
The Chrismukkah That Almost Wasn’t
The Chrismukkah Bar Mitz-vakkah
The Chrismukk-huh?
I was trying to think of the best christmas movie to watch tonight, but now it’s clear to me exactly how I should spend my christmas eve - WATCH ALL THE CHRISTMAS EPISODES OF THE OC. Thank you for this gift.
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I should be slightly drunk around my family more often. I like this amount of vocal and opinionated I am around them. Helps if they’re slightly drunk too. Let’s all be slightly drunk always!
Christmas Eve Eve is not the time to start crying about not knowing what you’re doing with your life, Lisa.
OR IS IT?
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So I guess I’m part of a 60s gogo dancing troupe now. No, seriously.
SO JUST BEEN OUTSIDE TAKING PHOTOS OF ALL THE LIGHTNING AND IT IS THE MOST FUN THING I’VE EVER DONE IN MY LIFE
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Dissent Magazine - Dangerous Worlds: Teaching Film... →
All these months I’ve tried to imagine this situation. Who am I, here, and who are they? What voice will I have? Will I understand their voices? I interrogated several of the teaching assistants who had already offered classes at the prison. One warned me that my being a woman is a distinct disadvantage. They will associate me, he thinks, with naggy high-school teachers. From this...
My nanna is coming to my house tonight to eat fish and chips and drink champagne with my parents to celebrate me graduating and getting a car, even though I won’t be home. THANKS FAMILY.
Edit: I just found a cake in the fridge. SERIOUSLY? They just want an excuse to get drunk and eat awesome food. WHICH ARE TWO OF MY FAVOURITE ACTIVITIES.
Did I ever tell you guys about that one time (last friday) I did some bar work at an art exhibition opening and pretended my life was an episode of Party Down? It was lacking in some witty banter and I sadly did not find the Adam Scott to my Lizzy Caplan but I’m getting there, you guys. I’m getting there.
I came so close to crying at work yesterday because I ran into my old irish dancing teacher, who I hadn’t seen in about three years. And it was such a shock because it hit me suddenly how much I miss it and how much I loved it, and still do love it, and I just had to keep reminding myself of how unhappy I was at that school and the toll it took on my body and that leaving was for the best.
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