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 and
inspiration 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.