Friday, December 23, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Pratt Cats and Panic Attacks
My school has about 15 (official) cats on campus. Mostly they hang out in the stream room (our main building runs on steam, I guess) but sometimes they sneak into classrooms...or the library. That's my happy, sleep-deprived self, a self that is in support of Occupurr Wall Street.
Give me a break, I'm running on six hours of sleep here.
Give me a break, I'm running on six hours of sleep here.
Friday, December 9, 2011
A Very Late Thanksgiving Message
This was my ride from New York to New Hampshire for Thanksgiving. A 30 year old hipster read over my shoulder, watched some Dr. Who, and then fell asleep on me. Six hours of awesome.
Once I got to New Hampshire, my aunt had the whole day planned out. I was up at five am to catch the bus, but still had the energy to play with her horses, hang out with my cousins and their kids, and walk along the Atlantic beach.
Sorry about the font being so small. I'd fix it, like I did with the other panels, but I really should be re-writing my play before finals hit me like a special brownie. What it says is that my cousin, Bill, has this daughter who has already developed a sense of sarcasm. As my uncle, her grandfather, coughed Arabic into his iPhone, she sat next to me and made little throat-clearing noises, symbolizing an intense, Egyptian conversation. I love this family.
Finally, let's not forget that Zuccotti Park was cleared a few days before Thanksgiving. I'd like to take this opportunity to be a full-fledged stereotype; promote Occupy AND vegetarianism! All hail Pissed-Off Herb-Eaters!
Once I got to New Hampshire, my aunt had the whole day planned out. I was up at five am to catch the bus, but still had the energy to play with her horses, hang out with my cousins and their kids, and walk along the Atlantic beach.
Sorry about the font being so small. I'd fix it, like I did with the other panels, but I really should be re-writing my play before finals hit me like a special brownie. What it says is that my cousin, Bill, has this daughter who has already developed a sense of sarcasm. As my uncle, her grandfather, coughed Arabic into his iPhone, she sat next to me and made little throat-clearing noises, symbolizing an intense, Egyptian conversation. I love this family.
Finally, let's not forget that Zuccotti Park was cleared a few days before Thanksgiving. I'd like to take this opportunity to be a full-fledged stereotype; promote Occupy AND vegetarianism! All hail Pissed-Off Herb-Eaters!
What I Learned in Natural Disasters
Hello, friends.
I know. This rabbit hasn't been posting. It's called being a college junior in an Intensive Writing Program while working 20 hours to Make Rent and trying to have one of those lil ole things called a Social Life. Here are a few, new, computerized Brooklyn Rabbits so that you can know what's goin' on in mah Meaningless Existence.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Rejected Halloween Costume Ideas
Halloween...that happened like a week ago. After going through several ideas for a good costume (these ideas included being a Wall Street protester, Michelle Bachbitch, and an incarcerated Lohan.) Bebe Otter and I finally ended up dressing like Tina Fey and Amy P. from Baby Momma. However, the following costume ideas came close, and I thought I'd post them so that you can have some interesting ideas for next year. Maybe three of them will still be funny.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
My New Family
Recently, three new people joined my life. Now, they are my family. Stephen the Sable, Dain the Ayeaye, and Miss Cleo aka Hairless Cat. This is my five-year-olds' artistic recreation of them:
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
My Second Night in Brooklyn
I had spent all Saturday trying to bond with people my own age, other freshmen, and failed miserably. I was huddled in my dorm trying to ignore the sounds of other eighteen year olds having a blast with each other when I heard a knock at the door.
In swam a goldfish. I recognized him as being another writing major.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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