Leslie Nipple (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ivegotthecrack) wrote,@ 2009-04-26 23:42:00 |
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things i haven't yet written:
mustn't forget--
silver and gold amazing
mexicatessen
Verizon guy billboard with the Asian lettering
the non-Paco's Tacos Paco's tacos
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SCOTT WALK, or Donate Life, was yesterday morning. I walked three miles with Becca, Eric's woman, just talking about lives and existence(s) and cycles and psychologies. My calves hurt this morning because I didn't stretch before walking. It's a good reminder of the walk though, so I don't mind it much. There were a lot of positive vibrations throughout the event. For some reason, two of the Kardashians were there. I saw them, they looked like they really liked being celebrities. Good for them. I said no to two free hot dogs.
www.donatelifecalifornia.org
get yourself registered. you don't need your organs when you're dead.
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i had my workshop piece workshopped.
it was praised. i could feel the sincerity of their words about it, unlike the way they sometimes try to compliment pieces that i feel sorry i ever wasted my energy reading. this was wednesday. since then i've felt pretty good about my re-found ability. i'm no longer so afraid to write. has anybody noticed how little i've written on livejournal in the past year or so? i don't know what happened. but with this piece, i put myself into it completely, and ended up being compared to one Gustavo Arellano. but, i just read a letter from a friend in that class, Krystle, and she did praise, but she also gave me really strong, and sometimes accurate, critiques. I could feel nothing but gratitude that she took the time to take it seriously and give me a formed opinion. I wish I had gotten more written up copies back. I didn't think I would wish that but I really do. The piece pushed me.
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I moved last weekend. I live with Lisa and Jess now in Costa Mesa. They are good people and I'm not uncomfortable. I don't know if they're okay with my smoking weed in my room yet, but I don't bother them so I think they will, or should, let me be. I haven't been in Irvine in over a week now. I want to pick up the rest of my books and fill my bookshelf. My room is slowly turning out quite nicely, i must remember to be clean.
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alex doesn't want bob dylan directly in front of my bed. i don't get it, but okay, i retired his face. i listen to bob every morning as i get ready for work. i feel like i need a harmonica to wake me up.
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i've been experiencing the ways of the children at the school fully. they make me feel blessed to be their teacher no matter how hilariously defiant they can be. i secretly like when they say no to what i tell them to do. though i also truly understand the value of some degrees of discipline. i have stories, i should start chronicling.
it's not all rainbows.
i've had to witness the ways of the disconnected administration. i have found abominations in their decisions and have learned to swallow my pride and repress righteous protest. i don't like when people look down their nose at me, or take advantage of good workers, or undermine my awareness and deliberation of healthy decisions, especially when those same people have proven to be 1. unethical and/or 2. slutty. i have beef. i guess somebody has to be everybody.
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i could write a lot more. my eyes are closing. i miss my people.
mustn't forget--
silver and gold amazing
mexicatessen
Verizon guy billboard with the Asian lettering
the non-Paco's Tacos Paco's tacos
--
SCOTT WALK, or Donate Life, was yesterday morning. I walked three miles with Becca, Eric's woman, just talking about lives and existence(s) and cycles and psychologies. My calves hurt this morning because I didn't stretch before walking. It's a good reminder of the walk though, so I don't mind it much. There were a lot of positive vibrations throughout the event. For some reason, two of the Kardashians were there. I saw them, they looked like they really liked being celebrities. Good for them. I said no to two free hot dogs.
www.donatelifecalifornia.org
get yourself registered. you don't need your organs when you're dead.
--
i had my workshop piece workshopped.
it was praised. i could feel the sincerity of their words about it, unlike the way they sometimes try to compliment pieces that i feel sorry i ever wasted my energy reading. this was wednesday. since then i've felt pretty good about my re-found ability. i'm no longer so afraid to write. has anybody noticed how little i've written on livejournal in the past year or so? i don't know what happened. but with this piece, i put myself into it completely, and ended up being compared to one Gustavo Arellano. but, i just read a letter from a friend in that class, Krystle, and she did praise, but she also gave me really strong, and sometimes accurate, critiques. I could feel nothing but gratitude that she took the time to take it seriously and give me a formed opinion. I wish I had gotten more written up copies back. I didn't think I would wish that but I really do. The piece pushed me.
--
I moved last weekend. I live with Lisa and Jess now in Costa Mesa. They are good people and I'm not uncomfortable. I don't know if they're okay with my smoking weed in my room yet, but I don't bother them so I think they will, or should, let me be. I haven't been in Irvine in over a week now. I want to pick up the rest of my books and fill my bookshelf. My room is slowly turning out quite nicely, i must remember to be clean.
--
alex doesn't want bob dylan directly in front of my bed. i don't get it, but okay, i retired his face. i listen to bob every morning as i get ready for work. i feel like i need a harmonica to wake me up.
--
i've been experiencing the ways of the children at the school fully. they make me feel blessed to be their teacher no matter how hilariously defiant they can be. i secretly like when they say no to what i tell them to do. though i also truly understand the value of some degrees of discipline. i have stories, i should start chronicling.
it's not all rainbows.
i've had to witness the ways of the disconnected administration. i have found abominations in their decisions and have learned to swallow my pride and repress righteous protest. i don't like when people look down their nose at me, or take advantage of good workers, or undermine my awareness and deliberation of healthy decisions, especially when those same people have proven to be 1. unethical and/or 2. slutty. i have beef. i guess somebody has to be everybody.
--
i could write a lot more. my eyes are closing. i miss my people.
