Wednesday
Monday
July 27th, 2009
I got 100 mini cards for $20 and was allowed to pick up to 100 images to place on the front sides. I picked twenty images for every 5 cards (above).
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Then this evening was my first day of training to waitress at Normandy. Things felt easier for to my surprise Chelsea (a friend who recommended me for the job) was actually my trainer. She's a sweetheart and everyone else is relaxed and helpful. But phew, it is almost a workout being on your feet the whole time and lifting heavy trays. And I can already tell that some of the oldies are snooty tooty. All in all it'll be good for me, and I know how to fill out a crib sheet now.
Oh, and I'm on my own MacBook Pro now, laying in bed :)
Sunday
Friday
Thursday
July 23rd, 2009

Fall Schedule:
11:00 - 11:50 am: Human Sexuality
Mmm.
Friday
July 17th, 2009
I felt irrational quickly moving my way up and across the golf course green to the train tracks that hold only early hour locomotive. Past weeks of railroad walking had given memory to the muscles in my legs, allowing me to walk without deliberation of where to place each foot on the wooden planks. The steps I took seemed quick paced, but my surroundings loitered. My thoughts were apprehensive about the night before and about the house that I was walking to. A key on a ring jingled in the back pocket of my shorts and it was very warm out.
Reaching the black tar street didn’t ease any tension. The cars that passed me left my eyes paranoid. Sweat crept out from the corners of my face where the hair ends at the forehead. I soon noticed the church across the road was almost directly parallel to me. I decided to cross over to it for the house I was heading to was around 500 feet past the wooden cross. Five minutes later the right turn for the house appeared.
Sweat was now gathering on the back of my neck. A few yards ahead I noticed a boy, or a man, mowing the grass. I recognized him, average height, olive skin, dark hair, an old next door neighbor. Wanting to keep anonymous, I kept my head down with my hair covering my profile, occasionally glancing to the opposite direction of the ex bystander. Once I was out of sight, I hurried to the door of the house. I couldn’t cry, so I smiled and almost welcomed the unknown furniture placed upon my old slab of concrete, below my old window. It was hardly lingering. I then grabbed the package and walked home.
Thursday
Wednesday
July 15th, 2009
And what do you know, here is a self portrait:
Tuesday
Sunday
Saturday
July 3rd, 2009
Breathless (1960) Directed by Jean-Luc Godard
Une Femme est une Femme (1961) “A Women is a Women” Directed by Jean-Luc Godard
Lolita (1962) Directed by Stanley Kubrick
8 ½ (1963) Directed by Federico Fellini
Persona (1966) Directed by Ingmar Bergman
Fiddler on the Roof (1971) Norman Jewison
Annie Hall (1977) Directed by Woody Allen
Eraserhead (1977) Directed by David Lynch
Manhattan (1979) Directed by Woody Allen
Blue Velvet (1996) Directed by David Lynch
Wings of Desire (1987) Directed by Wim Wenders
Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) Directed by Hayao Miyazaki
Sweet and Lowdown (1999) Directed by Woody Allen
Mulholland Dr. (2001) Directed by David Lynch
The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) Directed by Wes Anderson
Tokyo Godfathers (2003) Directed by Satoshi Kon
Brand Upon The Brain! (2006) Directed by Guy Maddin
*I'll be away for a week