29 August 2005

I thought about the Morton Salt girl today, after seeing her. I opened my cupboard to get some Advil (I think I pretend that I have aches sometimes. So I take the Advil. When really it's my heart /emotions /soul.). She is reliable, always there. I think we are friends now... well, kindred spirits? I hate that term. I voted for her as my favorite ad icon of all time. Also, I guess it could be a metaphor. I miss New York so much it hurts. I cry. I know I'll go back. I know I should be happy where I am and make the best of it. I'm trying, I promise.

I was more content with silence before the summer. New York spoiled me, always filling my time so easily. My sleep schedule is off bc I'm used to going to sleep at 5am, so I'm awake and with nothing to do, and there isn't LIFE here.

edit I don't agree with that part of it anymore. it's now quarter after six pm on 25 March 2006. I am happier and more excited about life than ever. I graduate in less than 2 months, am trying to get a job in a wonderful place (my favorite place), and pushing for my portfolio. I want it to be a perfect reflection of what I've been through for the past 2 years (edit - quarter to one in the morning on 31 May 2006 - done. Even more than what I expected.). Nothing concrete will even come close, but I want to fill it with richness. richness of colors, of sounds, of tastes, of textures... my own personal cellar door. This is the most uprooting time of my life. finishing a Master's degree. trying to start a career. preparing to move at any given time. not knowing where I'll be. hoping to inspire people, hoping to create and influence cultural shifts, hoping to change the world.