You happen upon the impressionists where you see countless abstractly philosophical paintings that you simply want to delve into and you get closer with bated breath waiting for that title to form the intangible puzzle you wish in your wildest dreams to comprehend and - then the shock, the hundred-foot drop to rock-hard asphalt ...
BEFORE DINNER
NUDE BEFORE A MIRROR
TWO YOUNG GIRLS AT PIANO
A YOUTH

Damn those artists who leave me no relief!!

Wow. So I finally saw it. What all the buzz has been centered around for months and months. There it is, plain as day for the whole world to see. Blogs don't even come close to it. Now ... what's my line again?

I was going to walk around in a poncho and a sombrero, carry a big darbuka. Now I am determined to be a superhero.

I really am just a spoiled rich girl.

I just bought a pair of shoes and I probably won't have a single occasion to wear them to.

I'm having a movie moment, the type where you're watching a film and every detail they show you plays a part and you're just sitting there going, Come on, nothing in life takes care of all the details. Apparently it does sometimes: reminds of "Adaptation" when the seminar teacher tells him that if he can't find the love and excitement in every day life he's just a sad person.

I hate finals. Hate hate hate hate hate finals.
But I love cameras. Love love love love love digital cameras.
I need sleep. Absolutely.