No epiphanies today. You know, I really ought to stop using the word ‘today’ in this log altogether. My entries are boringly similar.
So today I was weirdly competent. Franzi and I are organizing the art exhibition at Bohemia West, which is the fundraiser for Frontage Roads. I am rushing around and stalking artist-types and gacking their art. It is all very empowering. Also, we may actually be able to get a poster made for about two dollars, which means we can make exorbitant amounts of money from it.
I’ve been oddly unhappy lately, but this should change soon. It’s not actually that odd, really — I can’t really justify being happy either. My solution to depression is to do a lot of stuff, so as to create the impression that I am relevant. Also, Arman is stopping by tomorrow. Whee. We’re going to talk philosophy and rock.
i feel so honored to be mentioned by name.
this art thing could turn out to be very very cool. evans-miller’s scary existence lessened the empoweringness of stalking for art.
noodles. mustaches. excruciating. yeah.
anush, thanks for letting me hang out with you & arman. he was way cool. in the dress entry you should have pointed out that it was me, all me, who found you that lovely thing. brian thanked me for it, by the way. lol. sin alert sin alert sin sin sin!
franzi is so eloquent. “evans-miller’s scary existence lessened the empoweringness of stalking for art.” what a loser! people shouldn’t sound so good in casual conversation! blah. *wishes for talent*
when the phrase you write pretending it’s your name gets too long and extends past the edges of the name box, you can’t tell you made a typo. only upon looking at my post do i notice this.