It's the twentieth anniversary of John Lennon
's death. It's my mum's fiftieth birthday
I wonder what it would be like to have your teen idol
be shot on your first milestone
birthday in years.
It was the last day of classes this semester
. It was the date of an interview
I'd been looking forward to for months, and I am now almost officially a part of my school's Bachelor of Fine Arts
program. I have now been accepted by a jury of my (significantly) elders as a painter
. I now know for certain I'm staying in school next year.
How fucked up is that?
It was the first time I saw my ex-boyfriend
in a month, and I'm told he still had to go kick a tree for ten minutes after he left the scene.
It's the first time I haven't had to be doing
something in weeks.