its weird that my job is art but i miss art from tumblr like the stuff that digs into deep shit but doesn’t look that amazing
today is anniversary of the first night at the johnson museum of art
and we are going again for a 60’s exhibit. exciting and interesting, right?
a lot of people throw up in the bathrooms here - its pretty scary how much comes up, how fast, and how you can pretty much hear it happen anywhere.
i feel the panic creeping up too, mostly during the day, when lectures are boring as crust and there’s nothing that i feel like i can do. this has resulted in a lot of skipped classes, among other events. but its okay, because projects and homework and content are still flourishing and conversations just HAPPEN everywhere and anywhere. it can be at PSB where CBS hangout or a trail mix and magical pretzel stop at Nasties at 2 am. it can be in the middle of a “guppie” talk or on the side of an ALGAE at AAIV.
and it can be on the 3 mile walk to retreat or the mall where jeans are really good and cheap at aeropostale or badminton, where there is 1.. 2 girls now, one from naperville (hey thats me) and one from hinsdale central who happens to be e x t r e m e l y chill and care about vegetables. Also we played each other for third singles at a meet in 2013. crazy stupid small world.
and so when the panic sets in, it vanishes with the sun, and the whole world comes alive again. And every modern playground is a point of uncontainable laughter during prayer, and we’re U S but also characters that everyone knows, and c O m I c S.
and now i tutor sat math and draw real people and comics and write semi funny blog posts and get paid for it. im so lucky, but that’s not the way to think about it. im so grateful. for every phone call with my parents and the whole hearted support they’ve given to me, not even financially anymore, but the complete confidance they express in the choices they let me make.
this is awesome.