tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55208872007-10-19T13:52:07.049-04:00MaiaLouiseMaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-19385183756045586982007-07-02T13:34:00.000-04:002007-07-02T14:05:21.139-04:00I have been living in Manhattan working as a caterer for some weeks now. I can see the Brooklyn bridge out my window and there is a fantastic cheese shop down the block from my apartment. I don't really mind being poor... I eat pretty much the same, good foods every day, and I am happy that I have a safe place to sleep and a job.
Things I have been doing
taking co-counseling classes
going MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1166693477844256552006-12-21T04:31:00.000-05:002006-12-21T04:31:17.853-05:00ugggghh finalsMaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1162333707684058612006-10-31T17:27:00.000-05:002006-10-31T17:28:27.696-05:00Look, I'm sorry I'm not the guy from Rushmore. I have other priorities too.MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1154910888002903972006-08-06T19:39:00.000-04:002006-08-06T20:34:48.053-04:00moving day freshman yearMaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1154907248153338322006-08-06T19:30:00.000-04:002006-08-06T19:34:08.163-04:00Junior year Maia
"Drew waved at me in the hall today but I saw him five seconds too late. When I turned I saw him putting his hand down. I HATE missing waves so I HAVE to wave at him tomorrow. I feel privileged that he waves at me at all, so when I miss that I feel like an accidental snob. It's just, I've been on the other side too many times."MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1154585823717122832006-08-03T02:15:00.000-04:002006-08-03T02:17:03.726-04:00OOOHHH burnMy job ends on Friday. Thank god. I CANNOT file any more files. Oh wait, I have work in the morning.MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1151899138524460792006-07-02T23:58:00.000-04:002006-07-25T12:29:44.126-04:00MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1150764375713987772006-06-19T20:44:00.000-04:002006-06-19T20:46:15.723-04:00I Played With Rubber Bands For HoursWork. Hmmm. Dilbert. Yeeeah. Offices! administration... mmm Built to Spill is good. I am so in the mood for this.MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1149987953174564742006-06-10T20:59:00.000-04:002006-06-10T21:08:01.423-04:00David Fertal's TractorI went to On The Rocks last night, and they sang a combination of "She thinks my tractor's sexy" and "save a horse ride a cowboy" followed by "street spirit" by radiohead. That is f*cked up. But it was fun anyway. The girl in front of us drank too much and left, so we had a good view. Everyone was drinking, but what else is new. I need to leave Eugene and go to a concert, but that prolly MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1149528571556498202006-06-05T12:50:00.000-04:002006-06-16T23:52:21.276-04:00One Mix for a Certain MoodI just checked my own blog and realized that the last post about Assassins has been up for a LONG time.
Once you don't talk to people for a week or so, it's easy to become jealous of strangers. And even easier to be jealous of acquaintances. Eeek! Then it's time to CALL SOMEONE.
I've decided going to What the Heck Fest probably isn't worth it. Someone would have to convince me to do it. MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1146026724312465122006-04-26T00:40:00.000-04:002006-04-30T00:56:08.286-04:00I have adapted to living in a state of constant paranoia and fear. There is no dignified option for acquittal, I must simply continue shooting people and evading to the best of my abilities until I truly meet my match. I hope they do not come in a scary form -- if you're good, you're good, you don't need to be a pansy and wear a mask to execute me. Who am I going to tell anyway, once I am out MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1140758467138373712006-02-24T00:19:00.000-05:002006-02-24T00:21:07.150-05:00MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1139701762794005392006-02-11T17:45:00.000-05:002006-02-11T18:50:57.436-05:00If you're lucky, I'll show you the picture of me as Robert Smith..I bought a gold fur coat last weekend and when I get back to Eugene, I'm going to wear it everywhere and be ridiculous. I'm listening to Rilo Kiley while getting dressed and dancing around. I'm in love.
I spent a long time this morning trying to track down Rose's phone number and being unsuccessful. I remembered something we did in the summer when we were 14, told Christine about it, and feltMaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1136590170945673372006-01-06T18:13:00.000-05:002006-01-06T18:29:30.986-05:00it's wet outsideI'm bored today and not sure what to do because I have to finish getting dressed and make lunch before I can go anywhere, and it's already 3 PM. I'm going to go buy jackets and books this afternoon, that's the plan. It's also rather important to figure out ways to use three avocados before they go bad. I've forgotten how to make guacamole again.
I have practically NO goals for this break, andMaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1135387375751810492005-12-23T20:22:00.000-05:002006-01-19T11:07:37.780-05:00Hey Anthony, I miss you!MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1135229857391229712005-12-21T23:51:00.000-05:002005-12-22T00:44:39.616-05:00"Take me from this place I know, the ruined landscapes that I once called home"I've been listening to And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead off and on for the past two days. I imagine what it looks like to perform this kind of sound when I hear it. The guitars are intensely attached to stairs of violent motion, I think.
I've not much to report, since jetlag takes away my motivation. My mom got the new PNCA catalot in the mail, and a picture of me is on the cover. MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1134618221267725792005-12-14T22:39:00.000-05:002005-12-14T22:43:41.276-05:00"Super Classy Christmas Party"
We went to a Christmas party in Sylvia's room, with lots of tinsel and egg nog and Travis took pictures and I guess it could have been classier (reference 4 facebook photos of "Veronica's Ass"), but major kudos to Sylvia for the excessive tinsel and toe-tappin' holiday pop playlist.MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1133643220171267222005-12-03T15:32:00.000-05:002005-12-03T15:53:40.726-05:00Twelve ReadersI wish I had written something earlier to all of you. I've rediscovered my love of saunas and my perpetual procrastination of taking care of myself. I'm taking Survey of African Art next term, and it's almost completely unknown to me. I'm making less plans/risking more misadventures and being a little more paranoid about paper writing. I've been painting enormous paintings and liking it.
If MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1132765054115317522005-11-23T11:44:00.000-05:002005-11-24T01:35:45.253-05:00"Hey, boy.."Hey so woooo it's Thanksgiving weekend for EVERYONE in the sphere of my knowledge. I'm happy for them, but (secretly) I'm bitter! Christine is being a sweetheart, playing me Erlend Oye dance songs to make me cheer up. Um, I'm sticking around campus for all of today, and then I'm being picked up by my first cousin once removed for Thanksgiving with her/my relatives in New Jersey.
I miss all ofMaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1131825370095490562005-11-12T14:31:00.000-05:002005-11-12T14:56:10.106-05:00My soul is hummingI just practiced pilates and my posture is REALLY good right now. I'm going to go to the common room to paint/do some hwk before this afternoon is completely gone. I was up until 5 last night, a late friday night! I was dressed like an anime character.. how strange. Even tho I only slept 7 hours I feel quite nice, quite nice indeed. Oh and below there, that's a mango.MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1130791173297734522005-10-31T15:28:00.000-05:002005-10-31T15:39:33.323-05:00MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1130301739755141482005-10-26T00:41:00.000-04:002005-10-26T00:42:19.763-04:00I am not a doormat, and I am not a fad, and no, I am not any of those things.MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1130210857495549062005-10-24T21:42:00.000-04:002005-10-24T23:27:37.550-04:00Sigh. Plato wrote Gorgias for classes to read. Charcoal was invented for artists to scratch with. Roommates were invented to socialize the timid. Dating was made to make the masses agonize over small details. Flourescence was made to pull people together into small rooms with better lighting.
I wish I had a matchbook collection so I could light things on fire.MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1130029757076140662005-10-22T21:09:00.000-04:002005-10-22T21:09:17.083-04:00wait, maybe not?MaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520887.post-1130029162058084722005-10-22T20:47:00.000-04:002005-10-22T20:59:22.063-04:00Coin Operated Boy? No thank you.Hey, midterms are over. For the most part I TOTALLY kicked ass. Life is pretty wonderful right now; I'm happy. I spent the whole night with Anthony last night, and went out to dinner with Kent's dad + girlfriend at a El Salvidorian restaurant in Kingston tonight. Yessss for candied plantain. Yumnish.
Woo, happiness. Not much to blog about. Nat also came over last night, we played him someMaiaLouisenoreply@blogger.com