transform like optimus prime

I officially only have THREE journals left to write! Which sounds like a lot, but earlier today I had SIX more to write. Which means that I wrote THREE today...which is why I took the day off. I also wrote a couple words on my novel, which felt great. Hopefully I'll be able to keep up with every better from now on.

I also wrote a check for New Zealand which made me very nervous. I will send it to Coe tomorrow. Soon I must fill out the FAFSA.

So perhaps I will make a list of things to do tomorrow or other such upcoming days:

1. Fill out the FAFSA.
2. Finish journals.
3. Print manuscript and send it to see if I can get into the Iowa Poetry Workshop. Find out how much the workshop it.
4. Find out how to apply to work in the Writing Center over the summer. Which would make the workshop that much more a possibility. After New Zealand.
5. Figure out how much money I owe for New Zealand. I'm thinking $900 and if I'm correct, that would be grand.
6. Find a way to correct the driving situation.
7. Find a way to budget the rest of NYC so that I will have spending money in NZ.

Looking at that list makes me ill.

A little about the past few days, I suppose? Yesterday was Valentine's Day. John and I went to Urban Outfitters. We found this AMAZING leather jacket that had a woolen lining and it looked so good on him, I almost had to buy it. In the end, we both realized that we have no money and didn't get it. I also didn't get the record I wanted, the shirt I wanted, dress I wanted or awesome hat I wanted. He didn't get the shoes he wanted but probably will. This is getting boring to talk about so I'll talk about what we did next. Went to Barnes & Noble where he bought a book of poetry by Lorca and I parused the postcards. In the end, i didn't get any. Then we bought tickets for the movie Valentine's Day and went to eat at McDonalds where we decided to go Vegan. Now I am vegitarian and he's nothing. Surprise. The movie was good. The theatre was so big it had a mezzanine.

I can't remember what else I've been up to, which most likely means not much.

I'd like to work on another journal now. Until next time!

unmarked location every night

I haven't been up to writing very much lately. It's as if the days are slipping by. I wake up early and then voila! It's 8 P.M. and I'm exhausted and ready to watch television and cuddle. It's almost as if I've been making excuses for so long that they've become real. I literally am too tired to write, or at least, too tired to think about what to write. I am usually very detailed in my entries, picking through the day to chose what was important and what wasn't. I need to get back into the swing of things.

Ultimately, I am hoping that as the weather changes, I will be more motivated. I don't remember the last time I sat in the sun or went for a walk that wasn't painful and stressful. I yearn to do that. To take a walk to Central Park with a blanket just to lie down, read and people watch.

Speaking of, we did some very intense people watching at the opera. We went to see Ariadne auf Noxos (I think that's how it's spelled) at Lincoln Center. If you've never seen the buildings you absolutely must. They are humongous theatres with perilously steep seating and grandiose chandeliers which probably cost more than my house in Baltimore. A piece. Parts of the opera were fantastic and parts of it were painfully boring. It is not what I would have chosen to see if I was handed a hundred and forty dollars and told to spend it on a ticket to the opera. However, I didn't get to chose therefore I had to suffer. My favorite part of the night was getting to wear my new dress, because after all, I am a woman living in Manhattan.

Today, we awoke early, went to Europan for breakfast, ate half there and half on the go. Took the 1 train and ran into Alan (our film professor and previous Coe student/New York Term kid himself). From there we went the rest of the way with him, transfering to the A to West 4 and popping up directly next to the IFC Center. We watched Shoot the Piano Player, directed by Francois Truffaut. I found it to be perfect for the snowy morning. Filmed in 1960 (which is now the correct date, thanks to John), black and white with crackly sound and English subtitles, the storyline was funny and heartbreaking all at once. I would very much like to go back next weekend to see the next film of the series which is also a Truffaut.

Tomorrow we are heading to the Ensemble Studio Theatre for the I Got Dumped! brunch, which is basically a food, open bar, and five short plays about being heartbroken, dumping, being dumped - all written, performed, directed etc. by EST's Youngblood playwright's. I'm not really sure what to expect. I am hoping that it's funny. I'm not in the mood to be disappointed by sadness. I also hope there are mimosas...

I'm thinking about little yellow canaries in golden cages and watching Dylan use the microwave, John work on a City Dionysus play, and Mitch do some journaling.

Also, I bought a guitar for myself online. I can't really afford it, but I've been wanting a new acoustic for awhile and found a cheap Jasmine online. Hopefully it'll come on Monday...all in one piece. I've started writing some music for FAWM, but I'm not sure I'll post any of it.

I wish I was at home, enjoying the snow and sun.