last night with nate & stella

Last year Nate and I started a tradition between ourselves of going up to the top of one of the buildings on campus with a six pack of Stella Artois to share, to savor or guzzle up in the late night air while talking about ourselves, our thoughts and feelings, what any college student or person with feelings would talk about to another person out in the open sky. Up on that rooftop I realized that he is one of a few people I truly trust and believe in, which is funny because when I first made his acquaintance I thought he was seriously too obnoxious and ridiculous to ever become friends with. So last night with another pack of Stella we went to that building and lo and behold, it was completely locked. With no way to go up we made do with one of the cave-like spaces of the old cinema building, and after sitting and chatting in our hideout for two hours, we broke into the music school and jammed in one of the practice rooms on the pianos - Nate playing and me singing along. It was perfect.

typewritten

an irreparable tear caused by the letter "c"

Just a few weeks ago a poster tube arrived at my home, but by then I had already moved in and started school. The sender was none other than Max, and he'd meant to have it in my hands before I started classes, but since I missed it, I didn't get to open it for another week until my sister brought it to me from home. I opened the tube and inside there were two pieces of paper - one small lined leaf torn from a little notebook and one continuous six page length of old accounting spreadsheets, carefully rolled up and nursing a tear. 6 typewritten pages condensing the last 9 and 1/2 months since I last saw him.

You crazy bastard, now you respond to me!

changes

Essential polaroids that hang on my wall every year, but lately are threatening to peel off due to heat and bad tape.

It's September already?

Dumping out the contents of my mind starting...now.

- Today's studio desk crit had me fully cognizant of what I need to tackle for this pinhole camera apparatus project, and it feels great.
- The perks of working for the big guys on campus include delicious food that your bosses save for you after important meetings because they think you deserve it/know you are a starving college student.
- I'm back on track with the boy, for better times and a greater understanding of each other, I think.
- The fires all over Los Angeles and lack of sleep are leaving me exhausted and wheezing. I hope it's just the ash in the air and not a full-on sickness taking over my body.

I'm so tired and energized at the same time, because for the first time I feel like I am on track. Better posts ahead, promise!