may street

i am ashamed that summer has commenced and i haven't returned to the blogosphere for an update. not like i am ridiculously busy, moreover, i am lazy, and the discovery of this wonderful little thing known as "stumbleupon" has changed my life. it digs up treasures from the crevices of the world wide web and entrances you for hours. back to real life:

so i have since moved to the quiet little May Street for the summer. It's great; I share a humble flat with a few friends & fellow art students from Dallas. Our first and foremost summer plans involve a list of themed parties that we intend to demolish in the next few months. We threw the cocktail party and it was a success or a mistake, depending on the quantity of cocktails you had divided by the volume of hors d'oeurves consumed. right now, our "South of the Border" fiesta is in the works, soon to be followed by a Communist Party, where i will pull out my Red Army cossack hat, Comrade.

Anyhow, the summer is (hopefully) going to be the best yet, at least better than if i was in dallas. Not to say that i miss all my dallasites, but i would feel like i was traveling back in time, only all my sentiments would be false and only made of memories. i have been getting friend-sick, getting stomach aches when i think of all the fun i had last summer, and how, no matter how much it makes me ache, i'll never be in that position again. it saddens me to think that i didn't stop and appreciate it at the time, that i didnt realize that i would never have these experiences again, or at least not the same ones. now i'm trying desperately to make this summer exponentially better, to forget those times. basically, fooling myself. but i keep getting whiffs of summer air that takes me back to cool dallas nights with my dear friends. it's a part of my life that i need to learn to get over. now i'm listening to "Lassu" by A Hawk and a Hacksaw and its making my heart ache with its whiny gypsy violin. so this post must draw to a close.

in closing. i've almost finished Everything is Illuminated, and I'm getting to that sad part where you dont want to finish the book and be done with it because you've grown to love it so much. someone give me a good book recommendation?

p.s. later about the new bicycle. promise.