everything, so far today was more alive than a hollywood indie wannabe movie drama take THAT sex in the city-- no sex in the suburbs, HA. my sisters poofy cinderella wedding dress is hanging on the south eastern corner of my four post bed it's wrapped up and pinned inside a beige sheet. it looks uncomfortably like a cocoon from alien. i don't know whether i should sleep (read stare, wide eyed and paralyzed with fear) while facing it--or expose my back to it and allow my head to inevitably wander into slimy limb ripping nightmare territory. in other news, i'm quitting! YAAAAY! and all it took was a panic attack and ingesting copious portions of junk food in fetal position for three days! sadly, this is probably the wisest use i've made of a spring break in my life. no more slave labor for blatantly racist boss man! WOOHOO! instead i'm living in alexandria for a month to take a course that makes my CV prettier! ...ok mostly it's to eat fish and skip on the beach with friends yelling "WAAATEEER! I'VE MISSED YOOOOU" but the pretty resume is an easier line to sell to loved ones concerned about the state of my mental health i'm so excited-- God i missed being genuinely excited about something. and i didn't even have to give my parents heart attacks- i think i might actually be... maturing ... (shut up, this is a heavy realization for me, the theatrical use of ellipsis is completely warranted. IT IS.) also i think i might actually be writing about egyptian politics-- in a publication...that people read...in egypt (again, warranted, shut up) don't worry i'm not going to be nasally cold analyst girl. he wants 'a human angle'-- which i understand sounds gross and cheap when phrased that way. but ethical readers of i-lost-sarah, you should know that once upon a time i wrote for a hair/shoes/anti-feminism & all that is meaningful magazine-- to hear a popular editor requesting 'a human angle' about egyptian politics from me is like someone handing me a microphone to the world with the instructions "and with this you shall bitch. bitch to your heart's content." *hallelujah chorus* most importantly (and hypocritically after my last shoes comment)-- i'm starting to love heels i have these silver ones with 'oh no you didn't' studded black heels, i have dubbed them 'class to sass' the next pair i'm saving up for is a furry leopard print with a shiny royal blue fabric wrapped heel. (photographic evidence of the existence of 'the funkiness' as the shoes shall henceforth be named, will be provided in entries to come) also-- oddly relevant literature: orhan pamuk & snow-- lovely, get me this as a present someone, please oddly relevant film: woody allen's bananas. i relate. too much. there's nothing he makes that i dont love or like and then love upon watching again. i adore his head. i will blindly defend all that is woody. i'm starting to make arguments in my head like 'she was hot and they were lovin on each other and it's not like HE adopted her' music: amal mathlouthi *sigh* okie bye, expect more cryptic blurts for a while, i'll be back |