Yesterday Stewart came down and we did the rest of my acid. It had somehow gotten wet ??!!? and therefore didn't work very well, but enough to have a really good adventure at the botanical garden. I looked up "wet acid" on the internet. "Wait - you got acid on your tab?"  We biked to the park and wandered around for a long time. There were lots and lots of crazy looking plants. I liked this part called "Primitive Plants". There was also a bamboo forest like in Hidden Daggers to shimmy up and we got good long sticks that we dragged on the ground like insect pets. Also I touched three squirrels heads with my stick. We were looking for a tree that smelled like banana, and we happened to have a banana in Stewart's backpack, so I took it out and it led us to the tree, FOR REALS. I am not kidding. Except the tree smelled like pineapple instead. Also there was a mystery involving a small child, a 12-year old girl, and a teenage Filipino lesbian - we couldn't figure out who the mommy was. When we got home we made green onion pancakes and they were so yummy.

Pavement is good summer music.

Yesterday we installed my work, and ate burritos AND pizza. We took a major nap in the evening. We didn't do much else.  I really want to go swimming today but it's totally frigid and foggy.  We are going to have three cats and their names are going to be Monkey, Pockie, and Boo.

 

Tim's coming today!

He's on the BART right now! I 've been making up for three days of hard work by laying around in bed all day. I only got up and out to do my laundry which was piling up. I think I overdosed on Panda Licorice. I really need to go to school to install for the show. I decided I half like Michael Gondry a lot and half hate him. 

tired tired tired

I'm so tired I can't even think properly. I feel like a jellyfish. Painting walls is the hardest thing in the world. I have a newfound respect for preparators. I hope they get paid eons more than I am for this. I was riding my bike home and my legs wouldn't even work properly and I thought about the reality show I watched, "Colonial House", they probably had to do even harder manual labor and they had to do it for four months. And they had to eat little flour patties and like salty dried pork every day. I think I am going to wear a sparkly black and gold dress for my opening. OK I'm gonna crawl into bed now for a little rest. I hope I don't fall asleep!

Flag and Sword (Excalibur)

White Overalls

I wish I had a pair of white overalls to wear when I am day laboring. I stood on a really tall ladder today. I got some paint on my favorite plaid shirt.

More news from The Brain:

A schizophrenic teenager sees black holes in his mother's eyes; and, I cannot believe all the bad things I did to my brain during the last period in which your brain goes through changes and growth. 

You're Violet, Violet!

I just got back from DJ Purple karaoke at Jacks. Here are the songs I sang:

1. Edge of Seventeen

2. Do You Think You're Better Off Alone? (?)

3. Alabama Song

Did you know that song is originally from a Brecht opera?

Me neither.

Spring Cleaning However Dematerialized

is such a bore/chore!  I've been cleaning up two years' accumulation of school-account-computer-files in preparation for the move back to the pc (meaning personal computer, not PC). These pictures are from spring of last year when I went decor-crazy with the review. That was such really fun for me. I somehow balanced a painting on one pushpin and a 2x4.

Star Belt

I thought I was going to put up a picture of a belt folded into a star but I found this instead. Gosh our show was so nice. I'm so happy we did it.

Note to self: "the psychic life" from The Secret of Childhood, the Albanian reflective panel protest, Gordon Matta-Clark sawing a house in half, talk to Paola if I decide to move to Mexico City.

Last Night's Dream

My dream was not so nice: I was fussy and hiding from my friends in a supermarket. Meanwhile they couldn't care less and were having the time of their life in a park. 

The debit card fiasco has come to its conclusion with my mom finding the replacement card which she swore had never arrived.

I watched The Secret Life of the Brain episode that was about children and there was a awful shocking part about kids who have to get HALF OF THEIR BRAIN REMOVED because they have seizures. The half brain kids seemed to have trashy seeming parents. Does this mean that their mothers drank while preggers or something? I am so prone to awful thoughts. Also speech impediments really make it seem like there's something lacking there. Also dyslexia seems like a bitch. I learned to read very young, at four.