This tumblr is a crisis. I fail so hard, and I never put links or photos up.
I think I need to go back home, I’ve just been really frustrated and discontent, but I’m afraid being back in Houston isn’t going to fix that.
I love my pseudo family and this is making me so sad, I hope everything works out. <3
David Foster Wallace’s death/suicide is upsetting. When I first read about it I thought “People like that aren’t allowed to commit suicide. They just aren’t.” It makes me really sad.
My favorite episode of SVU is on, “Avatar.” The one that mocks Second Life. Perhaps its only Amy and me that think that that is some prime comedy. I tried to find a clip to make this tumblr less of a failure but I couldn’t even do that.
I submitted my early decision commitment to Vassar. That is exciting/strange. It certainly makes the college application process easier. I visited Vassar again, I really think it is the perfect fit. Plus they have high tea every afternoon.
Being stranded while everyone else is stranded someplace else is so lonely.
Houston is a mess, downtown looks like a war zone.
I am safe in New York, and stuck here until Tuesday night. I don’t know when school starts though.
In other news, I got a rook piercing and down gauged my tragus piercing. I didn’t even know it was 16 but I guess they upped the gauge to stop it from migrating again. Surprisingly, the tragus now hurts much more than the rook. It was by far the fastest healing piercing I’ve had.
Lots more to say, too tired.
Because it was bothering me (and because I am a shameless typophile) I decided to find all of the differences between Arial and Helvetica. After close study I only found four.
Note: There are a lot of smaller distinctions but I am making a list of things you would be able to recognize if you saw the font in print with no direct comparison to the other.
Uppercase G- Helvetica- bottom of the G has a spur, Arial does not
Uppercase R- Ariel has straight extension of diagonal line, Helvetica is curved
Lowercase a- Helvetica has a tail and the bowls are slightly different (Helvetica is curvier)
Then there are a bunch of examples (upper case C, lower case t, lower case e, lower case s, etc) where Helvetica has horizontal lines at the cut off and Arial does not.
My past aversion to Ariel and strong preference of Helvetica now seems a bit more petty, although of those differences I do drastically prefer Helvetica. That being said, I’m not a huge fan of sans serifs unless bolded and for specific purposes.
My dreams are more interesting than things I do these days. This was from my nap.
I am at school and it is dark and rainy. I plan to go off campus for lunch until I realize that they made a bunch of new rules and the gate is locked. So I go to class. A few minutes later Stephanie comes up to me crying and saying they found drug paraphernalia that is mine and they are blaming it on her. I ask her what she is talking about and a cop comes in and shows me a glass pipe. He asks me, “Is this yours?” and I told him no. He asks me, mockingly, “Where is the dank?” and I tell him I don’t know what he is talking about. At this point I am very confused. He tells me that he knows it is mine because it has my name on it, and at the bottom it does in fact say “The Pipe Of Rachel.” I tell him that’s ridiculous and there are plenty of people named Rachel. He says he has to arrest me. He puts me in handcuffs and I refuse to move so he drags me. It begins to hurt my shoulders so I walk. He takes me to an administration building and we go to the third floor. He takes me to the horticulture and botany department and I am told to wait. A robotic looking secretary tells me that I am about to go to a demonstration of what a bullet from 100 ft feels like and I get very nervous. I run to the back and I am restrained and I find out that I am part of a strange reform program led by Neo-Nazis. My initial resistance had brought their attention to me and now they are devoted to breaking me. Somehow I escape, and run home. I tell my mother that I am in trouble but she needs to trust me and to not tell anyone where I am. They come to my house and I escape out of the third floor window. I end up at the Chocolate Bar, but I realize I am conspicious because I am not wearing shoes. A black town car pulls up and right as someone starts to get out and come towards me, my father wakes me up for dinner.
When our noses touch we are perfectly symmetrical. There is no way to prove it, but I’m taking a leap of faith.
1.
two people I knew, but didn’t know each other somehow got the same brain parasite. the department of homeland security required my help and I realized that the one common trend was that they both had seen WALL-E the night before. theatres everywhere were quarantined, medical, technological, military and cinematic experts began to investigate. WALL-E was a terrorist trap that would infect everyone who watched it with a terrible brain parasite. I woke up and saw WALL-E. It was fabulous
2.
For some reason I had to sort mail by type. This was done by a small sticker on the side of the envelope or package that said what category it should go in. I picked up one box and the label said something, it was a funny word and I can’t remember it right now. I asked the man in charge what it meant and he laughed and said those go in their own piles, that’s the label for things we can’t even categorize. I asked him what was in the package and he said it was one step above mailing people dreams. I asked why people just didn’t mail people dreams, and that dreams were probably pretty handy things to have around. I went upstairs to my room and took out all my suitcases and tried to fit all of my dreams into them. I was going to run away with all of my dreams.
Things have been good, I’m eating well and feeling well, and about to go out of town for a while. I overpacked immensely. When I get back I’ll work a lot at Te House of Tea, which is fun. I just hope I don’t get fired for going out of town.
My knees hurt and I’m frustrated, really really frustrated.
My self esteem took a pretty big hit today- I was bored so I found my “celebrity twin.” Apparantly, I look exactly like Sean Lennon. Ha!
1..2…3…GO!
My portfolio is done and I get the first round of slides tomorrow. I’m all sick again, which results in me feeling awful and waking up at 2 in the morning to take long baths. Last night I fell asleep in the bathtub, which I think was less dangerous than it sounds.
I hate this part of the year where I want things to start wrapping up many weeks before that actually do. Oh well, at the same time, this will be my last few weeks going to school with Steph and that’s sad.
I’m halfway through the first season of arrested development. 22 episodes! That’s what I call a season. I need to procure 2nd and 3rd season, though.
I worked a lot and got some monies, and spent a lot of it on camera related stuff. I still have to buy more 120 film before I can use the holga, but I stocked up super hardcore on Spectra. It’s so hard to find and so expensive! I also have been making super sweet pinhole cameras out of 35 mm and a matchbox. I haven’t developed any of the film yet, but I hope it works.
Last weekend I saw lots of people I hadn’t seen in sooo long, and I met a few new people as well. The weather is just starting to get beautiful and I couldn’t be happier. I went swimming!
My dad’s surgery went really well, he is home now and I just wish I knew what to say. I got sick and I stayed home from school today, and had fever dreams.I didn’t like staying home because it made my dad feel like he had to take care of me, even though he is in much more pain. I told him not to but still feel guilty.
In other news, I am just worried for people, and maybe I deserve to be hated for having my materal insticts in overdrive. I don’t want to hear “If you really were concerned about me you wouldn’t have done that,” because that is just absolutely not true. She is so much better than anything going on around her, and maybe I am a bad person for being able to relate to those things and recognizing when things have gone too far. I think I’ll have to see how things play out. I gave her as many options to choose for herself as I could, and it wasn’t like I was directly involved in the consequences either. I just don’t know.
I had an otherwise lovely time with Stephanie and Lauren though. I don’t hate Isabelle the dog anymore, she slept on my legs and she is a cute huge puppy. I am good at Fact or Crap and Lauren cheats.
I am going to watch 1950’s horror films now. First up is The Fly- it will be a long night because I slept all day and am not tired at all.
My daddy is sick and I’m scared.
