londytown- slideshow pt 3.

the end of my year:

-protesting, partying, queering and generally spending way too much with the LGBTQ soc. that sign said "goldsmiths lgbt against facism". when we realized our mistake, we covered it in red paint.
-berlin with rosie, being somber
-hen, rosie & em: half of the gang, being dumb @ a club.
-seth&rosie being kurt&courtney for the 90's party. i love that pic. they look so angsty.
-"suprise" g'bye party. haha, do i look surprised?

i love londy. i will be back to you so soon, you wonderful city, you!

yummy.

i've been craving poetry. when i crave poetry, i get an urge to scrape words off the page/screen, stuff them in my mouth, lick the remains off of my fingers. my mouth gets itchy and my stomach gets impatient.

poetry makes me antsy and excited- sentimental, too.

poetry makes me want to travel.

so tonight, while searching for a good poem, i also made these two lists:

list of places i want to live/visit for an extended period of time:

-london (top of the list for many reasons- one being all of the queer performers based in london that i am just NOW finding out about. i've already got a list of london grad schools saved)
-edinburgh
-paris
-berlin (i forgive you, let's try again)
-san fransisco
-portland
-kentucky
-philadelphia


list of places i want to travel to (that aren't on the list above):

-amsterdam
-marseilles
-barcelona
-rome
-hong kong
-tokyo
-india
-ethiopia
-cape verde
-brazil
-australia
-switzerland
-sweden
-kenya
-russia
-cyprus
-mexico
-arizona
-hawaii


yummy. give me poems, too. i wanna stuff my face with pretty words.

2009 slideshow pt 2

to be viewed from the bottom up.

february, my hair is gone. may, six flags has a section of the theme park dedicated to a horrific children's show. june, skrim mourns mj's death longer than anyone else on the block. a day or so later, dykes march in ny, we get rained on (AGAIN) & i show up to my internship soaked. july, najee & i spend too much time together aka punk dress up day. august, i finally see julia. helyx and i are twinz.

this feels like yesterday. i don't want to ever forget these things.

london soon.

a brief glimpse at my year- pt 1.

in no particular order: new years, cyree and i eat greens and blackeyed peas and watch the first night from my house. we also regret not being able to buy liquor. spring at hamp brings uni's play + finals craziness=anissa takes a cute photo. easter morning, our school bonds over beer kegs in a fire pit in the woods. end of janterm, ma leaves and i still miss her. middle of jan and somehow we find a way to drive to dc to hang out with obama. janterm motto: whiskey every morning, wo//men every night... aka band practice.

more soon.

random thoughts since being home

1- my little brother is really annoying.

2- tomorrow he turns 10, and i am hoping that the extra digit makes him less annoying.

3- cartoons have really lost their charm these days. are there any good cartoon or tv shows out there anymore?

4- i never want to be an adult on a children's show. i feel like that is an all-time low in an actor's career, one that you can never escape from, except through death.

5- i have officially begun writing a play. i have two scenes and an outline. i need to work on monologues and character development. i am too afraid to show it to djola or natalie- mostly djola because he frightens me.

6- the water is delicious here, especially compared to the nasty, cloudy water of new cross.

7- i really want to play kingdom hearts, but can't since i don't own the game OR a ps console. it's also hen and seth's faults that i want to play video games again.

8- i still feel sick, and am tired of being sick.

9- i am ready to be back at hampshire, but not ready to be homeless for a month.

10- moneyyyy... why can't i ever have it??

see guys? i told you i'd brb

my last londy vlog... of me at home, haha:

where oh where

has my green knapsack gone?

oh where, oh where could it be??

i lost it after zine making thursday night. i remember taking my backpack to the library, returning books, running to class, running to a lecture after class, taking my journal out of my backpack during the lecture... and then it all goes fuzzy from there. i imagine that i wouldnt have left the lecture hall without my backpack, seeing as how i had to sneak out early. i am pretty sure that i went into the common room in the union with it, where i sat on the couches. after that, things get fuzzy.

the bag is dirty and falling apart. why would anyone want it? where is it ???

what am i supposed to pack my computer and snacks in for the plane ride home???? WHY ME??

i am trying not to be too attached to material things, but this one's a bit hard for me. i have a feeling my last night in londy is going to be filled with worry, worry, worry.

...in other news, i am returning home with a suitcase full of dirty laundry. how "college student" of me!

poem for skrim

i realize i wrote this a lonnngg way back, say... early october, but never posted it. sorry, skrim. here you go:

"photo of a black woman in the stairwell of the goldsmiths library"

black body
spread out across the bed. all that is visible are
the mahogany brown legs, a
striking contrast against a
bright pink floral dress. the room is dimly lit and
the figure's head has been left out of the photograph.
not important, i guess. lately
when i look at photos i try to
search for the story behind it,
the reason that the artist was inspired to
capture that very moment forever.
i do not see any love in this picture-
instead i see coldness and fatigue.
i cannot see the figure's face and
i wonder if the artist couldn't as well.

there are so many black faces in this place,
many smiling, all of them comforting to me as i
try to navigate my way around this strange city.
so why would they behead this woman,
artificially hang her up on the otherwise bare white walls
of this institution?

give my mother back her face.


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in other news... my body still hates me.

also, i have seven days left.

also, i am writing a play. i don't know if it's a work of fiction or another childhood confession.

also, i don't want to feel anymore.

that's all.

time sure flies..

and so does money, too... where'd those pound notes all go, did they just take up wings and fly right out of my pocket?

well. i have 11 more days left in lovely london.

i really like it here. im glad that i got to come to a place that was so drastically different from where i go to school. i like the urban environment, i like being able to take a bus or a train into central. i like being able to see the london eye from my study area in the library. and i definitely like walking down the street and seeing black people! that's something you don't see everyday in the p.valley. new cross reminded me of my home, but at the same time it didnt. it reminded me of brooklyn and philly... but at the same time it didnt. it had its own flair. and i definitely love how close it is to different countries, how traveling (as long as you have the money) can be so easy.

i don't want to leave. or rather, i want to come back and stay for a while.

i'm gonna miss the friends i've made here. they're all such major cuties. before i realized it, we made ourselves a little gang of 5, full of video games and bad music and lots of beer and dancing. its definitely not the group of people i thought i'd be close with, and we are all so different, but it sorta makes sense. we vibe off of each other well. i will especially miss emily, although i will never tell her that.

there are def a couple of people who i never got that close to, but wish i had the time to bond with. they will be sorely missed as well.

BUT- on the bright side, i will be once again reunited with my people, THE people. wonderful. can't wait to kiss the hampshire sky.