Had another arts & crafts night at the Nevada Street residence with Shanza and Blauvelt. Also featuring a disappearing Mr. Byrne. And, yes, Gillman, I realize I still owe you that CD. I’ve got a miniature Drakkar Sauna RIBCo poster hung above my desk as a reminder. Anyway, back to arts & crafts. While Shanza attempted to bastardize the sanctity of my bandanna with the likeness of one Tigger, I focused on cutting up emo-band magazines to make depressing children’s poetry, a piece which finally earned the title of “scaring kids.” Here is a cutting edge low-quality image of the poster which, although was on my bed for display, will soon earn a spot on my wall:
And in recent news, I’m about to embark on a roadtrip over to the Washington DC area to visit my friend Mar from Sweden. She’s not Swedish, she’s Spanish, but lives in America, and I met her in Sweden. And then up to Canada, or maybe just to Ann Arbor, to spend a weekend with my friend Daniel, who is Canadian, but I met in my hometown and was an integral part of my childhood (i.e. our friendship). As my current roommate put it, apparently this kind of spur of the moment cross-country driving is rather transcendental. In any case, the drive will be cathartic. I’ve got the Don Quixote audiobook queued up and ready to play. Along the way I also hope to find the world’s biggest ball of twine. Wish me luck, there will be updates along the way.
Love and peace.