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katy perry vs. nicki minaj.

Listening to: Basement Jaxx — What’s A Girl Gotta Do?

Okay, chiclets, I should be studying for a math test but instead I’m just quickly going to leave a bit of AWESOME here. First off:

Made by two amazingly insane friends of mine who really want to go viral and become more famous than Rebecca Black. Please do them the favor and contribute to their interwebs STARDOM.

Also:
I MET MICHAEL CIRELLI TODAY!!! AND HE SAID HE LIKED MY POEM AND SIGNED MY COPY OF Everyone Loves The Situation!!!

See? I’m a special duckling. A special duckling with a math test tomorrow, so Anwa out.

2011: 04/07
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your genius is showing.

Listening to: Sade — Jezebel

Yes, I am the educated type of person who makes Spongebob references. Mind me not.

So, everyone, as of now I am pretty much mentally on spring break. I have no “real” classes next week — it’s a relaxation/”alternative learning” week we have before we’re actually allowed to leave — and tomorrow, well, tomorrow’s a Saturday. It should technically be a weekend. Tonight’s the winter dance recital, so I’m alsopretty psyched to be — successfully! — lifting my partner and not dropping her in front of the entire school and my dad, who’s driving down from Canada to see me.

Today I nearly failed a class for the entire marking period. And by “failed” I mean got a zero. In Photography. How did this happen, you wonder? I have an issue with uploading my photos to the school’s network. So, even though I may show them in printed form or on my computer screen, I never actually turn anything in. You see how we have a problem, no? Well, today in the middle of lunch he told me he was going to fail me if I didn’t upload my latest portfolio (last time I tried, the computer stalled and refused to take less than seven hours to do the job) by the end of the period. I spent the next half an hour having a veritable nervous breakdown until one of my much-more-logical friends suggested that, instead of uploading my seventy photos file-by-file, I make a zipped folder of the portfolio and upload that instead. And somehow, after I’d closed every program my computer was running, plugged it in, and put the battery on high performance mode, it managed to upload them with fifteen minutes to spare. Cue relief. My GPA was just saved from making a full two-point crash.

In other, less cataclysmic news, today I spent awhile skulking about with a few of the lax bros in my class. They’re all pretty fun (and rather welcoming to me, the Nerdy Artsy Black Chick), though the number of times I heard the words “fuck” and “bro” was staggering. I finished editing the fourth chapter of my novel and posted it; though I’m still conflicted about telling you all where it’s at on these interwebs (sorry!). But according to the Matrix, which I finished watching in class today, it doesn’t matter because your memory of reading it would be false, anyway.

There is no blog post.

2011: 02/25
CATEGORY: misc.
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my soundtrack is white noise.

Listening to: Animal Collective — Brother Sport

I get the most random spam comments. But not really, if you think about it. Lots of Russian spammers. I felt my existence validated when someone named “nigeria” left me an unspecific comment. (If you’re a real person, I’m sorry, but every Nigerian knows not to trust nigeria_people2007@yahoo.com.) My mother’s trust in Nigerians was renewed when Pop’Africana sent me an address confirmation email, after I’d almost forgotten that I’d ordered the magazine.

My spam email, for that matter, is slightly more interesting. I get lots of spam from JG Wentworth and AT&T, but more interesting are those from Christian dating websites, US healthcare, Bosley — fight your hair loss! — and “depression help” centers. I don’t recall stating anywhere on the interwebs that I was a balding Christian American without healthcare, but I’m almost certain that any depression would worsen if one’s credit card number were stolen. Once I received a series of spam emails from a supposed lawyer, informing me of the details of a lawsuit I was sure I’d never started. But I’m gullible and paranoid and they kept me up at night for a while, making me wonder if I were really suing someone for the rights to my artwork and had forgotten all about it.

On Friday I lived in a dream-world and ate black-raspberry ice cream at 10pm in an ice-cream parlor with my dance team. Yesterday I watched Little Shop of Horrors and marveled at the stage lighting and harbored a deep resentment against everyone, especially my roommate and her/our loud friends who prevented me from watching Skins in my room. Late at night I ate Lucky Charms and some of the several pounds of dark chocolate chips I received in the mail, but today I am tired and worn-out and have only my spam to remind me of who and where I am not.

2011: 02/20
CATEGORY: misc.
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bish got blog.

Listening to: Phoenix — Rome

It’s that time again. Yes, portfolio-building time. I told you recently that I just updated my Carbonmade portfolio, but apparently that wasn’t good enough — my photography teacher has now tasked me to create TWO portfolios, one of my best fashiony work and one of my best randomosity. With 50 freaking photographs each. Did I mention it’s due tomorrow, and I haven’t even started yet?

But the main point of this post was to tell you that I’ve started an auxiliary blog, The Ridiculous Things Store, since apparently the writings. page on here isn’t quite as functional as it could/should be. The Store should be updated more frequently than authoraiINK here (because have you noticed how posts have been slowly waning? school does that to you.) with snippets of writing and poetry. But don’t worry, I will still post my rants/photography/occasional sartorial choices here. And maybe one day Blé will post too.

2011: 02/17
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interest in colors, I discover myself.

Listening to: Asa — So Beautiful

Early in the morning, especially on Sundays, sunlight streams through my window and makes everything light. I am unable to rearrange my room because I need my head by the light when I sleep; I need to be able to peer out out the window as I work; and I need my window perfectly unobstructed. I hate artificial lighting. As long as there is sunlight it is bright enough to read, to write, to type. But I also hate dusk. I hate when it’s too dark to go on without additional light but still too light out to close the window; I hate when the glass in my window goes from clear to glossy reflective black and the walls of my room go from white to an ugly, florescent-induced yellow.

Tonight I’m sending out the first chapter of my novel. It’s kind of nerve-wracking, especially because I can’t help but think about inevitable rejection. The more I write and edit, the more wrong I find, but I can’t stop editing because what if I miss something then. My social life has, for the most part, withered away over the past week, and every time I try and restart it I feel uncomfortable and go back to my room to lie on my bed, bask in the sunlight, and pretend I live in a different written world.

2011: 01/23
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’cause that’s my fun-day.

Listening to: Vampire Weekend — Horchata

It’s Sunday again! Which means procrastination today and school (read: more procrastination) tomorrow. Last night I forced myself to crawl out of my room and went to the boys varsity basketball game; we won 70-something to 40-something, which was nice and kind of exciting. Then we had s’mores outside, and later while I was reading in my room, I realized that half a graham cracker had lodged itself in the folds of my scarf. What was more strange about that was that I’d eaten every graham cracker I’d taken out of the box. Also last night I spent about half an hour on babynamesworld.com, looking at hundreds upon hundreds of terrible French boy-names. I finally had to relieve one of its last syllable to come up with “Calix”, which I think is a suitably badass name for the character it now describes, even though it starts with Blé’s least favorite letter. (But really? “Kalix”?…Ohwaitnevermind.)

Just under an hour ago, my independent study adviser took me and my neighbor to the bookstore in town, and my neighbor was awesomely kind enough to lend me $17 so that I could buy Murakami’s The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, which I can’t wait to start reading, but The Elegance of the Hedgehog is just too good to put down right now. And I just vacuumed my first time in a month or so (I know, ewww), so now I’m feeling all clean and zen and ready to go and do yoga.

2011: 01/16
CATEGORY: misc.
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it’s uncomfortabling out here.

Listening to: Mates Of State — Get Better

This morning it was neither snowing nor sleeting. So we decided that it was “uncomfortabling,” because it was very. Tonight, though, we’re supposed to get 20-ish inches/ 50cm of snow between now and midday tomorrow, so it will be more “impossibling” by then. At photography class today, we spent ten minutes trying to figure out the MSN weather app, and then I was dismissed.

Also today I presented my proposal for an independent study (in novel-editing), which OMG GOT ACCEPTED and was probably the most nerve-wracking ten minutes of my recent life. My new military dress from Delia’s came in the mail yesterday (and I was assigned a new mailbox, since the lady at the post office decided that I was too tall to open my old one), so I’d totally have an outfit photo for you if I were physically capable of taking one right now (trust me, I’m not). But, in its stead, here is something over which I am currently obsessing: After Dark by Haruki Murakami. It is so amazing and unsettling and beautiful that I’ve basically been slinging it at everyone who’s passed me reading it over the past few days, yelling, “THIS IS SUCH A GOOD BOOK I KNOW YOU HATE READING BUT YOU NEED TO READ THIS.” Also the song “FlyPaper” by K-OS, which just kind of fits the mood.

Another nice development is that the Powers That Be have decided that, since our entire campus is sleep-deprived, the class day will start a half-hour later on Wednesdays. Since Wednesdays are already my sleep-in, I will be enjoying my 1.5-hour naptime… awake, probably. Stupid breakfast.

2011: 01/11
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we are bonded like superstrong artificial polymers not to be separated by acetate and tide-to-go.

Listening to: … Other people writing, ho hum.

Yesterday I was being fifteen minutes early to photography class when the heel of my little brown vintage-ish boot popped off. So, thinking I had fifteen minutes to spare, I hobbled back to my room to superglue the heel back on. Bad idea. The superglue was clogged, so I used the point of my earring to open it up. It wouldn’t come out, though, so I squeezed and squeezed it until… it exploded all over me. My blue vintage vest was untouched, luckily, but my blue babydoll dress that was the first dress I honestly enjoyed wearing on a regular basis was ruined, because try as I might I could not use an old toothbrush and nailpolish remover and my neighbor’s detergent to scrub the glue stains out. And my hand was covered in superglue, which only added insult to injury when I arrived at English class to find that someone had stolen my seat.

The night before, though, I was reading and writing poetry, and I came across the poem “They are hostile nations” by Margaret Atwood. My favorite part is, “surviving/ is the only war/ we can afford, stay” but really I love the entire poem because it’s so tender (even though “tender” is an awkward word that ruins touching moments, like when two of your friends are holding hands and you comment on how tender it is). Something that is also tender is subtly grainy photos and snow, and grainy photos of people in snow and, just to complete this ranting sentence, you should know that it’s snowing here and no matter how much snow the groundskeepers blow away there’s always more, blanketing the walkways and the awkward stairs.

Also, and because the “writings.” page could always use an update, I have a poem for you. It’s very short.

“anxiety.”

there is a tightness in my chest

I have difficulty expressing

the words I cannot speak.

2011: 01/07
CATEGORY: writings.
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a boulangerie for your literate soul.

Listening to: Modest Mouse — March Into The Sea

I will tell you now that I take notebooks very seriously. I take them so seriously, in fact, that I know brands; my favorites are Iquelrius and Moleskine and occasionally Paperchase (though I find their lines rather wide for my tiny handwriting). I will walk into Barnes & Noble or the local art boutique not with the intention of finding a new book or spiffy art markers, but with the aim of purchasing a new home for my stories. I will admit now to having shelled out up to $17 for that *perfect* notebook. So you can probably imagine my joy when, while out shopping the other day, I stumbled upon (well, I’ll admit having gazed longingly across the street at it for several months prior) the papeterie nota bene* and found myself wondering why I’d never been to a notebook/stationery boutique before. I even bought a new notebook:

And yes, I already know what I’m going to write in it. Except that I’m back at school now, so I won’t be able to lurk at nota bene* for another month at least….

Curse small town America.

2011: 01/03
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new year’s event.

Listening to: Suzanne Vega — The Queen and the Soldier

I spend a lot of my time when not writing thinking about writing. I was thinking about this last post of 2010 (I keep wanting to type 2012 there, but even that isn’t for a while longer) and thought that maybe I’d do a photographic retrospectacular (yes, that term was ripped off from Infomania). But then I thought, Nah, I’m too lazy, and also, could I come up with enough? I think my New Year’s resolution will be to organize my digital photos by date better, because… well, I just tried to find a photo from January of this year, and either I wasn’t in possession of a camera that month or all my pictures are on a different network drive, because I couldn’t find one (decent one). But to be fair, here’s every FashionNös — do you still remember that? if so, kudos to you — cover we produced this year. In one. It’s very gray, isn’t it?

So Happy New Year and all that crap. Let’s hope that 2011 won’t suck too hard.

2010: 12/31
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yeah, we went there.