Tag: box opener

NO clue why i feel sad/wanna float out of my body. doesn’t make sense. some hypotheses:

  • ate fried rice (??)
  • tired
  • don’t want to go to this lecture/exhibit for class (i love exhibits but im terrified of actually encountering an artist, especially a real good political activist genius artist when i am an extremely stupid baby)
  • alone in room
  • not getting my work done (more likely a symptom)
  • not actually a very interesting person; unsatisfied with own efforts at “art”
  • can’t have $6 bubble tea with almond milk in it every day of life
  • lonely again but a weird subset of it where i miss having crushes
  • lonely but because i can’t have that one thing that i should never try to have again anyway
  • tired

do you ever spend several hours sort of fondly longing to die so your organs can be recycled to others, only to realize that the emotion you’re having is actually “wanting to have sex with someone who isn’t interested in you”

triumph! i have written a poem about sex and blood and plastic bags, but like, less annoying than that sounds.

well, no, it’s extremely annoying, but mainly bc i spend half the poem mugging the camera and making jerk-off motions that i’ll have to go back and edit out later, not because it’s ~about sex and blood and plastic bags~ per se

idionkisson replied to your post “hahaha can u believe im doing a thing for a poetry class that involves…”

wait, am i understanding this right? just, like, keeping a record of everything you throw away? for a poetry class? why.

i mean, it is a poetic assignment, one is presumably writing a poem (charmingly one of my classmates, clearly not experienced with workshops, attempted to ask clarifying questions such as “so are we building something out of the trash? are we just writing a text about it? are we writing using the trash?” and was met with, obviously, “it’s open to interpretation” + shrugging)

i suspect it is supposed to be in conversation with the cecilia vicuña exhibit we’re engaging with for the week, but since it’s not open yet/the Event about it isn’t until tuesday and the class is wednesday, i’m not sure what i’m like…. supposed to be doing here exactly

hahaha can u believe im doing a thing for a poetry class that involves a “trash diary”, i just made fucking plastic bag yarn like i’m a first year saic student trying to make a statement about littering and feminist fiber art or something

yesterday i had my first poetry class of the quarter with a prof i had last spring, who got thru the entire class roster, then said “i guess [L] isn’t here” and i, sitting directly across from him, was like “uh, hi.” this was of course bc of my new hair. he apologized, it was fine, then an hour later during the break he apologized to me again and i was like “no, it’s really ok, lots of people haven’t recognized me, it’s a pretty dramatic change”

and he goes “it’s a great look, though. you look just like ferris bueller”

which is the only good compliment i’ve EVER RECEIVED IN MY LIFE, js you all k

🐼💥🐶(pellam/keet/the platonic ideal of me)

🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?

tbh @idionkisson or @aeide-thea? which is like, a lot, i realize– sorry– but for both of u i really appreciate your internet presences and how we’ve interacted and i think you would be really delightful to meet in person!

i don’t really want to meet celebrities, and while i could come up with historical figures who someone should ask various important questions of, on a personal level i mostly just like having friends.

and, of course, anon, my dear roommate, i wish we were friends in real life too.

💥 what are some unpopular opinions that you have?

i tried to answer this and became transfixed for several minutes by my cat, who was washing his face. anyway. part of my whole thing is that i like my opinions to be orthogonal to popularity whenever possible, but with the consequence that i’m not sure what the popular opinions actually are, or even who is supposed to be having these opinions that are popular, because i exist in such a weird opinion space that i don’t think i encounter opinions that correspond to anything that’s popular in other spheres. literally i’ve been here for like ten minutes trying to figure out what people like and whether i disagree about it, but without getting into politics, which i hate and refuse to discuss here.

ok, uh, hamilton was never very good, tallahassee has good songs but isn’t great as an album, if something makes you sort of sick and you keep eating it that’s actually fine probably and anyway is your right as the owner of your own cells. generating a stem/humanities dichotomy and then ranking one over the other is stupid, but you can see where stem people get it from, whereas surely the whole point of the kind of thought cultivated by being a humanities or art ~person is you know better than to pull that shit. just kidding, neither of them makes you good at critical thought. people become interesting and smart through exposure to michigan winters or possibly by being lesbians, although neither of those, in itself, is enough.

🐶 send me 3 fictional people and I’ll choose my favourite!

to be clear, for the readers: pellam is my roommate’s dnd eladrin wizard, keet is my roommate’s dungeon world orca mermaid, @literalliterature is……………. best not to get into it.

anyway my ranking is 1. pellam 2. keet 3. platonic ideal of you. you in yourself are my favorite of the three, obviously, but what i like is the destructive interference caused by your interactions with the imperfect and fallen phenomena of the world. a you distilled, in isolation, does nothing for me.

i like pellam more than keet because i think emotional trauma and eye injuries are sexier than amnesia.