Here: You, Me

may angels lead you in
I think I like everything sung better.

Intramural Basketball:
The Boyer-Esther College of Music and Dance has spawned their own intramural basketball team, the "Fighting Sand Crabs." I don't believe there's a lot of dance representation on the actual team, but as a member of the "Sand Dollars," I've vowed to boogie oogie oogie and throw in some hair flips. Their first game went smashingly. Undefeated. The second game was tougher. The "Delco-Bros" were tough competition, and Mikey M., a key player for the Crabs, is a Delco-Bro himself.

Okay, let me break down what is interesting about this team. They're hilariously serious. First off, there was a cheering section. I doubt there'd ever been one beyond girlfriends or whatnot. Secondly, there was a pep band for half time. Thirdly, Singchronized came out to sing the national anthem, but were turned away. Fourthly, we have a dance team, the "Sand Dollars," captained by our very own Delco-Bra, Dana M. Fifthly, they held a post-game press conference back at the coach's. We gathered up our cameras to create the illusion of press-media. We questioned the coach and the players, all of it filmed in front of a Temple flag.

How absurd.

Need to Right

The man who was interested in my mom is dating someone else now. She swore he was only a brother-friend, but I think she was sad to tell me.

This is an article about a collaboration the president of Temple Community Gardens has been working on. She's the sweetest thing.

Lil' brother!

3:24pm

Big sisterrr!

[conversation]

3:42pm

i see i see

but i gotta go my ride is here. when i find my phone :[ ill text you

3:42pm

hahaha

I texted it a couple nights ago

:(

3:43pm

see ya chloe love you!

3:43pm

have fun with yo' ride and stuff

love you too!

lots and lots!

I'm going to take a moment this afternoon and read a chapter from Catch-22. When I glimpsed Tina bringing home the mysterious beret'd stranger who reads, I told her to introduce me, that I would pretend to read, and that it would be a fortuitous meeting. Unfortunately, while I did not meet him, I re-read a forgotten chapter of this, my favorite novel. Later, Tina recounted that from all of my silent eye-contact with mysterious stranger, he feels he knew me in another life. However, she also informed me his favorite drug is cocaine. So, while he may someday become the mysterious beret wearing acquaintance, he is perhaps too much for me.

Notes

Viv's happy statuses make me smile, but also reflective.
If it works out for her, or for Joe & Meg, then I will believe in love.

I think that I should like to get a few more sweaters for the upcoming chilly season, perhaps two or three with buttons that are not itchy.

The Cleopatra Exhibit at the Franklin Institute wasn't as well curated as I would've liked. Our audio narrator was an awful voice actress, and narrated in the first person with emotional sentiment. Ugh. While the artifacts themselves were certainly interesting, everything was so forcefully attached to the history of Egypt's last pharaoh that it rendered without cultural context. However, it was nice that my mom and I got winded together after flights of steps and had to sit down together. Damn young people taking up all the benches.

These stretches of sleepy illness produced so many dreams. Since coming to college, my lack of remembered dreams unsettles me. Maybe it's the lack of sleep routine or stress of change, but unsettling none the less. Most of these sick dreams touched on themes of summer. After all, my temperature regulation had me sweating spoonfuls.

I want to do installation pieces rather than stenciling. They're often more difficult for objectors to spot, and mine in mind don't cause property damage as vandalism. However, they're often bigger, unwieldy, and more time consuming than a small-medium sized stencil. And, while I like to claim that this sentiment is the result of a fear of cameras, I'll likely never do either.