guyssss i'm going to the beach for like a week in a few days. what are some books i should bring?? fiction or nonfiction, any genre. my favorite authors are kurt vonnegut, haruki murakami, and nick hornby if that tells you anything. i like books that make you think psychologically but also have subversive plots. or y'know, whatever's good/fun. stephanie meyer is not invited.

( hey have some nature )

i know i've said this in every single entry for the last month but in a nutshell HIGH SCHOOL IS SO CLOSE TO ENDING I CAN TASTEEEE IT AND IT TASTES DELICIOUS BUT A LITTLE SAD TOO?? today was my last art class in 191. i've been in there at least every other day for four years! that is a buttload of time spent in that room. i actually didn't feel sad, probably because i have to go back to do my traditional Epic End-of-the-Year Screenprint Marathon before leaving fo'real.

thanks to cecilia (idk my bff?) i was able to see andrew bird and the decemberists last night in maryland ~for free~. probably the least excited i've been for birdie out of the three times i've gone but he was still supa good. i just enjoy smaller venues, which is weird because i always really wanted him to get to a classy place like wolf trap. false! but the DECEMBERISTS OH MAN they seriously rocked out. i don't know what i was expecting but it was not that! especially because i haven't really listened to them for about a year so their ~prog-rock~ stuff like the hazards of love was just like woah. i'll catfight any/everyone for shara worden, oh jeez.

i do not enjoy working at this other library. my "boss" (she isn't really) is passive-aggressively trying to fire me. she didn't know that i'm leaving in two months (even though i explicitly said so in the interview) when they hired me so obviously she doesn't want me there anyway! she is always watching...:( but i shouldn't quit right because it really is a good job! especially right now! or maybe that is why i should quit...i don't deserve it.

( holga + doodlies + misc. )


back from orchestra trip '09: chicago. in a nutshell, i loved it, everyone loved it, except the whole driving there part. probably tied for first for favorite city with vancouver. kicking myself in ass for not applying to northwestern (again) even if i remind myself that they do not have what i want! alas, chi-town, i guess it was not meant to be...

(tl;dr) the better parts where when they sort-of-let-us-loose, like the navy pier parking garage and, of course michigan ave. so glad cecilia happened to be practically right there (i did get to the beach, by the way), getting a little special view of the city, the 31st floor epic jump (!!!!), ~breakin the rulez~ and walking around alone. we also did a little boat cruise at night complete with an amazing view of the city and their wee dance party was pretty fun (i wish my face didn't turn into a baby tomato in these sort of activities though). medieval times is actually the seventh layer of hell, coupled with us seniors breaking our four year 1st place streak with a lackluster final competition...anticlimactic to the max. but of course, orchestra trips are not actually about orchestra, so it was still good times, thirteen hour bus ride notwithstanding.

so i guess this is the last college choice stress out entry; we're depositing for VCU tomorrow. what sealed the deal was my parents showing me their spreadsheet of projected debt after four years with scholarships and savings and such. syracuse debt would just make life a pooper, while with VCU i would end up a few ten thousand dollars in negative debt. sweet deal! if i am honest with myself, i had decided even before looking at the numbers. my mindset is pretty much "it is nearly a perfect fit for you ellie and the obvious smart choice, so suck it up." although when i see who else from my school is going i panic a little bit, but yes i will meet new people and be so happy and alicia and johnston and maria and mallary will be there too and who cares if i don't like richmond that much because at least it is a city. onwards and upwards.

last night i finally
finally
finally
finished my last college application (RISD)!

feels good.


i tried cleaning my room for four hours this morning. it looks even more disgusting, but it's got to get worse before it gets better...i found all my lovely animu sketchbooks, hundreds of photos, and all the art school booklets they mailed me that accumulated over the last two or three years. flipping through them, it made me think of how arduous my epic quest for college was/is, from the portfolio days, to driving up the whole east coast for visits, to writing all the essays. and now it's over.

at least until april.