repressed memory

hey, remember those days when i had that job where i couldn't text or make phone calls or listen to music and i had to worry about whether or not my dress was 3.00001" above my knee and got a cold every day from the sub-zero temp of the office and didn't talk to anyone all day and made less money than i've ever made in 7 years...? yeah, me either.

Pros of grad school and grad assistantship:
~medical insurance
~undergrad loan deferred
~really amazing department head
~really interesting classes (for the most part)
~seeing my 2nd family on a daily basis
~talk/text phone allowance
~talking to real live people around me at my discretion
~wearing WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT
~50 iMacs at my disposal
~working on graphic design/Festival Acadiens/ iPhone apps
~ooooOOOOOOOOO time to READ BOOKS?!?!?!?!
~20 hours a week to make money ($2600 + $750/month) while studying (≈$20.00/hr)
~my brain is going to WORK again
~my brain is going to WORK again

i just have to say the squeaky wheel gets the oil (within angry, bitch-mode reason) and i love dean pratt.

like

pop pop people people

bayou amite, where the wasp stings hurt extra bad.

#

take a number
and stand in the line that never moves-


the only ones chosen are the ones that leave

this is what's up

i think i might hit up a bunch of whiskey and pills on my lunchbreak, thereby solidifying a no-job status from now until the 25th.

i'd almost forgotten about this book

katherine reminded me about it the other day. it was so great.
"what's everything?"

...for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes...

pictures from an afternoon in the helicopter with brad.
the farm and my grandmother's house, 4-Zs, the zaunbrecher pool, and a few other spots along the route from new iberia to rayne.