Off to ski. See you in ten days or so. Happy Festivus!

I’m going to go see The Heroic Century, an art exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston. I’m so excited about this thing. I’m going to be in the same room as Salvador Dali’s The Persistence of Memory. I will become sophisticated, erudite, truly worthy of my subscription to The New Yorker!

Lookit me, I have links now.

I really like Spoon, this Austin band I found. Naturally, by “found” I mean “was told about by someone who doesn’t even live in Texas.” Yay Austin! Yay Texas! Although patriotism to a state is impossible by definition, I’ve got to pledge allegience to this thing so I figure Merriam-Webster’s wrong on this one. Speaking of which, Robert Jensen did a pretty cool article on the Texas Pledge a while ago. I’m late to the party, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been fuming all along! Fuming! Full of rage!

Break is a great idea. I’ve been doing geeky things and listening to music and reading books. If there was more of this maybe everyone would be happy all the time.

The current plan is to go to Houston on Monday to look at art. I have great artsy friends and great artsy pretentions. There is no bad here.

Look, kids, new layout! Actually used my own photography this time, too. Go team me. Plus, I updated Opium. I’m the coolest Anush ever.

I’ve got the squeezed-out toothpaste thing going again. I think I’d better find something to be good at.

Watched Lost in Translation, which is good but not as good as I was led to believe. No post-movie epiphany feeling. Really should have watched something crunchy and simple.

I haven’t had a beautiful moment in a long time. I need to get out, do something, find something. Maybe this is my post-movie epiphany after all.

Everything is working out! The disease thing seems to be on the ebb. I actually ate pizza today. Go team me! I never appreciated being able to eat food enough. It’s actually pretty integral to my happiness, which probably means that I’ll be a highly crotchety and ungrateful old person.

Little brother and I are going to head to the local grocery store to buy him an industrial-sized pack of Nerds. This is an enduring birthday tradition. I’ve never been much for traditions — they tend to be pro-establishment and therefore at odds with the determinedly indie ideals I think are in now — but this one’s pretty good and cost-effective besides.

i’m in a pretty music-y mood. Eels!

Cousin just left for Lubbock (I think it was), and he’s going to be in France imminently. Exciting, yes? Best part: he left his film camera for me. I think it might be to make up for whatever craters he’s been leaving in my moral landscape with his bad role-modelling. Terrible role-modelling.

Still diseased. I found out that going to school and the stress thereof actually worsened my flu and transformed it into some kind of evil uber-flu, which involves a painful and icky bacterial infection in my mouth. I am a martyr. Mom, however, does not see things this way and refuses to shower me with the love and pity I deserve.

I’m really sick today and yesterday and the day before, but I’ve been going to school. Work ethic overcomes self-preservation, and it’s all my teachers’ faults for scheduling important things for the days before exams. I am full of misery and pain and five different drugs, which are helping a bit.

Spent all day today working on chapbook, leaving myself no time in which to print it or do Euro. It still has no cover. Crap. I’m not going to be the next Pollock.