GPOYW: It’s My Birthday and I’ll Cry if I Want To edition

My friends are coming over tonight and Becks’s chef friend Matt is going to cook this awesome vegetarian birthday dinner for us and we’re going to drink wine and have a really wonderful time, and I am NOT going to let one stupid class ruin my birthday!

(BTW, I’m wearing my Studio 3 final project. It’s pretty BA if you ask me. It’s a locket, and I LOVE IT.)

Gratuitous Picture of Yourself Miðvikudagur: Work Work Work edition.

In this photo you will notice:
+ My Drawing For Design portfolio made out of masking tape and a box
+ A Margot and the Nuclear So & Sos poster that my old roommate made in printmaking and left behind
+ My computer with an Icelandic iceberg screensaver
+ A makeshift endtable [A plastic tub, a scarf, and an old suitcase]
+ A Paul Almasy poster of an artist painting in snowy Montmartre in 1968
+ My typical hairstyle: careless ponytail with multiple pencils/pens/paintbrushes stuck through it

Óþarfa Mynd Af Þér Miðvikudagur: Happy Halloween Edition!
Yes my pumpkin has a mustache.

[Also, Miðvikudagur is my favorite Icelandic word so far. Just say it out loud, you cannot deny how nice it feels.]

I start my internship at Anthropologie today. It’s 5:30! In the morning! ICK.

Oh nothing, just gonna rock a sidetail for a while.

DEAR EARTH:
I HAVE JUST CREATED THE BEST AFTER-SCHOOL SNACK EVER.

GPOYW: Boyfriend webcam edition!!

Why yes, I am eating paskettios at 1:00 in the morning. That is absolutely reasonable.

In other news, as of 1:30 tomorrow afternoon, I will be a junior. Except it doesn’t really matter since I have a minimum of two years left anyway? It also hit me tonight that while my friend Lane is graduating from grad school at 25, I will be 25 graduating from undergrad. O HAI LIFE, way to sneak up on me.

Awws, curls.

GPOYW Q&A Edition:

Q: What do you do when your internet goes out?
A: Put your hair in rollers and go to bed.

GPOYW: Writing About Poetry Is Awesome edition.

Margaret Atwood: Variation on the Word Sleep (1981)

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dreams, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

This is the one I will be doing my essay on. I love it more every time I read it.

Even though the future is sort of CRAZY UNCERTAIN for me, I am really happy right now. Everyone is beautiful, and I’m super hopeful. For real everyone, I hope your 2009 is fantastic, in every way.

To the future!

GPOYW

GPOYW: New Bangs Edition.

I don’t do these enough.

Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself Wednesday.
I’m extremely cold right now.