thoughts on emptiness

granted, the roommates are gone for the weekend, so my current emptiness is part superficial.

but there's a touch of irony with this particular brand. it's the kind of emptiness you only feel when someone's filled you up beyond capacity... and then runs off to leave you to wonder.

i feel completely blindsided at the moment; unsure and impatiently curious even moreso. it'd be in my best interest to forget it all and get on with my ridiculously busy life. but somehow i don't think that's going to be the case with this one. pffffff.

don't remember the last time i was this distracted by someone. crikey.

a curse on you!

to be so in love as to be so intimidated is a terrible terrible feeling.

here's me making the mistake of listening to you-know-who, thinking i'll be inspired, of course, with ridiculous expectations of the influence that you-know-who's music might have over my own songwriting capabilities.

what was i THINKING?!

so i'm back to hating you-know-who.

i have to go now. shopping and all.

you-know-who just came out with a new album and it has blown my mind...

thhhffbbt :p

in honor of chris samnee

hey chris. thought you'd get a kick out of an old comic i drew for french class during uni. the text is something like, *THE MONKEYS* "what's up?" "there are some guys playing tennis and they are super-cute!" "TO THE WINDOWS!" "oh yeah, they're pretty sexy." *Later that Day* "there are more men playing tennis today." "yeah, but they aren't very cute, no?" "oh... yeah, ewness." "yeah, that's like, *NOT* to the windows."

hahahahahaha. roommate humor is pretty ridiculous. but hey, our apt. was right over the uni's tennis courts, and we were (are) hot-blooded ladies.

anyway. don't think i have much of a career to look forward to in comics. happy tuesday everybody.

dang it

suckered again.

welcome to yet another online version of me.

maybe this'll be the blog where i write up little vignettes about my life and you tell me whether they're true or not. (laura, sara, and thea are not allowed to play)

so anyway, i was in a phone booth one new year's eve fumbling with my phone card and a post-it that had on it my friend's number. outside of my phone-cocoon the carousers seemed to all be running in one direction, but whatever, i needed to make this call! no time to revel!

after many attempts and still getting the "this user is not available" (except spoken in automated french-speak) i gave up and turned around to find (somewhat to my horror): a passed out drunkard being shuffled to wake up and move by a few police officers. and: a cloud of tear gas headed my way. (and yes, just MY way at this point as literally the entire champs elysees had been cleared and i was left to face the tear gas alone). i have two options here: 1. turn around and focus on breathing only the phone-booth-contained air, or 2. insert myself (and my scooter) 100 yds ahead into the mob of people. i, of course opted for choice C. which was to traverse the champs elysees (and tear gas) and wheel off in to the dark, deserted alleys and hope i can find my way home without street lights or a map.

i returned home unscathed... except for a small bruise on my pelvic bone from when i tried to hurdle a metal barrier and consequently got felt up by some lebanese sleeze-bag.