Totally fucked up.
I'm used to it by now
June 06, 2010
Senior year, my date to the senior dance (not prom, seniors Only dance) puked on me during dinner.
Our group of friends decided to do some pre-gaming on the drive to the location of our event, which was located on top of a hill, over-looking beautiful Orange County. I remember there being a bottle of Grey Goose in the car and maybe some Bud Light, but an hour into the night, I was carrying my date across the floor while my entire senior class stared in shame.
I took him to puke over the railing, into beautiful Orange County, and we got some food and sat back at our table. My date could barely open his eyes and the next thing I know, he's trying to shovel his previous meal back into his mouth, splattering the goodies all over me.
The chaperones thought we were having a little too much fun and called the cops. We got breath-tests and did the follow-my-finger trick with the cop. I think 6-8 of us were called out and I was the only one that got to stay. The rest had to go home, parents were called, nights were canceled.
I stayed, Natalie and Cameron took me home. I still had a good time. I mean, how many times have you been puked on by your date?
A couple nights ago, the group and I did a margarita night at the studios. I forget how deadly tequila is to people. The next thing I know, our 25 minute commute is extended to 2 hours due to trains being re-routed and I'm carrying a grown man that can barely walk.
I've always been the one to take care of people, given any circumstance. Especially when there's a lot of drugs and alcohol involved. People heavily under the influence don't want to be patronized or treated like a baby. You do that, you make them angry and make it more difficult to get them to do what you want.
Maybe the people you hang out with don't get completely trashed, but all of the events in my life lead up to the other night. I'm exaggerating, but it's because the group of people in this program this year are.. angels. We've got a Christian schoolgirl, a Mormon girl, Aspergers, a virgin.. and no one knew how to deal with extra-drunk/slightly scary.
So New York. I never want to haul a drunk guy from Brooklyn for two hours ever again. And I never want to enter a 95 degree subway platform. However, it was interesting and another story to add to the list. Puke doesn't seem to phase me anymore.
Our group of friends decided to do some pre-gaming on the drive to the location of our event, which was located on top of a hill, over-looking beautiful Orange County. I remember there being a bottle of Grey Goose in the car and maybe some Bud Light, but an hour into the night, I was carrying my date across the floor while my entire senior class stared in shame.
I took him to puke over the railing, into beautiful Orange County, and we got some food and sat back at our table. My date could barely open his eyes and the next thing I know, he's trying to shovel his previous meal back into his mouth, splattering the goodies all over me.
The chaperones thought we were having a little too much fun and called the cops. We got breath-tests and did the follow-my-finger trick with the cop. I think 6-8 of us were called out and I was the only one that got to stay. The rest had to go home, parents were called, nights were canceled.
I stayed, Natalie and Cameron took me home. I still had a good time. I mean, how many times have you been puked on by your date?
A couple nights ago, the group and I did a margarita night at the studios. I forget how deadly tequila is to people. The next thing I know, our 25 minute commute is extended to 2 hours due to trains being re-routed and I'm carrying a grown man that can barely walk.
I've always been the one to take care of people, given any circumstance. Especially when there's a lot of drugs and alcohol involved. People heavily under the influence don't want to be patronized or treated like a baby. You do that, you make them angry and make it more difficult to get them to do what you want.
Maybe the people you hang out with don't get completely trashed, but all of the events in my life lead up to the other night. I'm exaggerating, but it's because the group of people in this program this year are.. angels. We've got a Christian schoolgirl, a Mormon girl, Aspergers, a virgin.. and no one knew how to deal with extra-drunk/slightly scary.
So New York. I never want to haul a drunk guy from Brooklyn for two hours ever again. And I never want to enter a 95 degree subway platform. However, it was interesting and another story to add to the list. Puke doesn't seem to phase me anymore.
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Dear New York City,
June 04, 2010
You're making me tired. Hang out with this person, hang out with that person. Want to have dinner? Let's watch a movie. Studio studio studio. Coney Island! Cyclone! Nathan's! Nathan Williams. What?
I rolled two blunts yesterday. It's those little asian hands man. Don't worry, no smokage for me, so don't get excited Arj.
No sleep. Too much coffee. The painting is not working. What is art? "I don't understand how that's art." "So, do you just splatter paint on the canvas?"
My dude is sexy. Eww. He's also very strange, yet still sexy. And very nice. He's so nice! And has a nice body ;) Eww. Nice.
I rolled two blunts yesterday. It's those little asian hands man. Don't worry, no smokage for me, so don't get excited Arj.
No sleep. Too much coffee. The painting is not working. What is art? "I don't understand how that's art." "So, do you just splatter paint on the canvas?"
My dude is sexy. Eww. He's also very strange, yet still sexy. And very nice. He's so nice! And has a nice body ;) Eww. Nice.
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You craze
June 03, 2010
Sometimes, I think I can be Obsessive Compulsive about certain things, but when I realize I'm being that way, I try even harder not to be. I always think that's an even crazier form of Obsessive Compulsion, in that I'm so OD* about being controlling that I control my "OCD". Haha it's so silly (my theory, not OCD).
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I spent close to 12 hours in the studio yesterday. We all spent the whole day together, which was a lot of fun. It was the first day we, as a group, did an all-day thing and ended the night with a couple beers. I took my laptop with me so I could watch Weeds while I waited for paint to dry. I'm almost done with the third season :) We have all come to love this convenience store called Bridge Fresh down the street which basically carries EVERYTHING. Sushi, burgers, veggie burgers, breakfast, Kombucha, beer, panini's, salads.. Everything. They have freshly squeezed orange juice and pudding, too! Yesterday I got a veggie burger with bacon (haha) that was soo yummy. I don't want to leave this place.
I spent close to 12 hours in the studio yesterday. We all spent the whole day together, which was a lot of fun. It was the first day we, as a group, did an all-day thing and ended the night with a couple beers. I took my laptop with me so I could watch Weeds while I waited for paint to dry. I'm almost done with the third season :) We have all come to love this convenience store called Bridge Fresh down the street which basically carries EVERYTHING. Sushi, burgers, veggie burgers, breakfast, Kombucha, beer, panini's, salads.. Everything. They have freshly squeezed orange juice and pudding, too! Yesterday I got a veggie burger with bacon (haha) that was soo yummy. I don't want to leave this place.
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Fart
June 01, 2010
Exit Louise Bourgeois and enter Marina Abramovic. Louise Bourgeouis passed away yesterday at 98 and Marina Abromovic completed the Artist is Present performance at MoMA. I'm thrilled I got a chance to see the huge survey/retrospective of Louise Bourgeois' work last year at the Hirschorn and I am ecstatic I got a chance to witness Marina Abromovic's performance last week. Tomato, tomato.
Now we wait for the aftermath. I wonder how Marina's piece will settle out since the politics were such a huge issue. I just found out that she and Ulay broke up because of Marina's quest for fame. Givenchy is throwing her a party today. James Franco was supposed to go to MICA.
Sally sold seashells by the sea shore.
The Great Wall piece is still too beautiful for me to handle.
And I would like to purchase a Louise Bourgeois birdcage.
People seem to be falling out of love with Marina, which is such a shame. I think she's been getting botox. I will keep you posted.
Now we wait for the aftermath. I wonder how Marina's piece will settle out since the politics were such a huge issue. I just found out that she and Ulay broke up because of Marina's quest for fame. Givenchy is throwing her a party today. James Franco was supposed to go to MICA.
Sally sold seashells by the sea shore.
The Great Wall piece is still too beautiful for me to handle.
And I would like to purchase a Louise Bourgeois birdcage.
People seem to be falling out of love with Marina, which is such a shame. I think she's been getting botox. I will keep you posted.
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Memorial Day weekend
Not much to note other than the fact that I played the lumpkin and did nothing on Saturday, other than watch Cremaster 1 & 2 at the IFC. I walked around the Village for a bit then went straight to the aye-pee-tee and watched Weeds all day. I was just exhausted from the day before and did not want to budge.
Kell was in town so we got some brunch in the Village on Sunday. Anne Hathaway was sitting at the table next to us and was making out with her boyfriend the entire time. Hung out with Kell and Megan in the afternoon and spent the rest of the evening with Jenae and Sara in Central Park. Four hours of sun bathing and we were pooped. We spent the rest of the night huddled around the dining table (all of us) and ate Starburst and talked about everything under the sun.
Today was a studio day. Whitney invited me to go to Coney Island but I had to had to get some work done. Ginny and I took a nap somewhere in the day and I decided I needed Korean food BAD so Jenae and I hit Koreatown.
I feel like ;lskdjfoiwecmzxasdf!
Kell was in town so we got some brunch in the Village on Sunday. Anne Hathaway was sitting at the table next to us and was making out with her boyfriend the entire time. Hung out with Kell and Megan in the afternoon and spent the rest of the evening with Jenae and Sara in Central Park. Four hours of sun bathing and we were pooped. We spent the rest of the night huddled around the dining table (all of us) and ate Starburst and talked about everything under the sun.
Today was a studio day. Whitney invited me to go to Coney Island but I had to had to get some work done. Ginny and I took a nap somewhere in the day and I decided I needed Korean food BAD so Jenae and I hit Koreatown.
I feel like ;lskdjfoiwecmzxasdf!
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