Smells like bleach.

!!!!!! BEAUTY!!!!

My bathroom smells strongly of bleach because I caught the damn mold growing on my wall again. I don't know what I'm going to do because my landlord isn't going to like the prominent black ink stain on my carpet either. She'll have to deal with it.

This weekend was a bit crazy, as if words can do it any sort of justice. Someone fell through a window, some girl was humping the wall trying to drunken strip/dance on a curtain rod and I had a good 30 minute drunk walk in the rain at 230 am. Oh, and lest not forget the keg. Sweet Busch Keg. So, it wasn't just another run of the mill Friday night. Or was it... young and irresponsible....

I made my contact sheet for my film and I don't remember-- a good 6 pictures on the two rolls. Some turned out really nice and theres some really fucked up photos of some of the parties I went to, contrasted by fields of tulips and a strap on dildo. Nice juxtaposition of images, don't you think?

The first real, legit 'blog' I ever write and parties/drinking seem to be a reoccurring motif. I suppose this would be a problem to some, but I'm at ease with the chemical intoxication and scapegoat excuses that come along with inebriation. After all, it is college right? Right kids...
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I have the strangest encounters with people, really. I think my landowner may have some type of...well, I think she's just fucking crazy. I've never meant anyone so, completely off the rocker yet seemingly normal. She's hired these guys to work in her yard, which, in itself is completely normal. However, she stands at the window, going about her stock trading and watched their every move. I came back from the Farmer's Market Saturday and there she stood, outside this time, perched over the boys, hands on hips, scowl on face, not even uttering a word. I don't know how long she was standing there for, but she soon came inside and made them lunch. I guess, "they don't really eat breakfast and if they're hungry they want to leave early, so I get to play mommy and make them lunch. I really think its in everyone's best interests this way." Ok. Crazy! Not to mention she told us an extensive story about her old boyfriends, one of which had a broken penis** and the other she broke up with fighting naked on a dock, in the middle of the day. He wouldn't do the dishes. Now, she's currently dating a man she meant on match.com. which seems to be hilarious, even more so with her dating history.


**She claims that her ex-boyfriend had a broken penis, after it was erect and it, snapped "like a carrot" Imagine sticking your pointer finger up in the air and having it, snap, and break- at least, that's how she described it to us.

I also encountered this old retired professor from my university, that makes art and left me an excerpt from a book along with a oil painting he did of a deer entitled, "my neighbor". I don't really know what to think of this man, he seems really nice and one day when I was getting the mail, he told me my hair looked nice. I think I might leave him a photo of the bay sometime, in return for his, interesting present.






That's about it I suppose. I'm writing a paper on modernity thesis/technology and how thats effecting the expressive arts and I already want to sort of poke my eyes out with my pencil. I decided that was too messy and I suppose I'll just stick to writing with it.