I went to eat with a bunch of my classmates. The Chinese place was closing so they gave us our stuff to go. However, we commandeered a table and managed to eat from out take-out bags before they locked the doors. Fortune Cookie- Wise man cools food in mouth for optimum consumption.
On the way home tonight I stopped at the Safeway on Corcoran St. I remembered I needed some toilet paper and paper towels. At the checkout the cashier set my two bags on the counter. I asked her if she could put my paper items in the bag too. "We don't have bags that big," she said. I stood there for a second and said, almost without thinking, "Can I use one of these carts?" She had one of the bag boys unlock the electronic wheel on the computerized cart and I wheeled it about 3/4 a mile up 16th St NW, and home. People avoid eye contact with you when you're pushing a shopping cart down the sidewalk. Thank you Safeway! Whole Foods would never do that. (p.s. i'll return it friday)
To relieve some stress and blow off some hypothetical and actual steam I decided to take a welding class for metal sculpture this semester. Our instructor Clay shows the ideal acetylene flame before adding oxygen to the mixture. This class is will definitely be a release for me, and a break from my normal classes. However, I didn't realize how tired I would be after a 5-hour welding session in the basement of the Corcoran Gallery.
Dave is selling an old Canon AE something.
This is Meridian Hill, where I live. It's up 16th St NW.
Me, Matt, Maris, and my three friends Andrew took off for RFK Stadium Sunday afternoon, to watch the Nationals spread the "PHILADELPHIA CREAM CHEESERS" a.k.a. the Phillies all over the field. The Nationals played superbly; Philadelphia played like a "runny CHEESE STEAK, running down my arm." Those "cheesey losers."
"Back of the bus, Back of the bus," the crowd control agents at the Conner Gallery smash everyone in to compensate for their lack of space. They know just how to treat people there. They harass me for a press credential and I never even intended to take the leather cap of my wide-angle lens. I guess you need to be a licensed artist in their pretentious space. I left yelling obscenities.
Cutting my hair in an attempt to change my identity. Legs today, arms tomorrow.
I am back in Washington, DC to some unexpected cool weather. It was good being in Florida breathing in some freash air, visiting my family. I can't wait to start this next semester.
My mom likes to go to Perkins Restuarant to eat. In some way Perkins reminds me of a time before I can remember. They used to have a lot of them in Western Pennsylvania where my family is from. My mom says sometimes here boyfriend complains before they enter Perkins that it's "just a bunch of old people." She reminds him that they're the same age as the other patrons.
Today was my nieces first day of college. As she was getting ready to leave I said, "Good luck on your first day of college." "It's only for an hour," she said, reminding me she also had a job interview. But it's the first of many many hours I explained, and wished her good luck with the job interview too. "History in the making!" I yelled. She drove by putting on her sunglasses, trying to ignore me.
