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!