
I remember once telling a friend that I have before and most definitely still would take my eyelash curler with me backpacking.
"It's so Laura...but also kind of not so Laura."
I completely agree. I'd like to think that the seeming dichotomy of those two items describes something about myself far beyond the mere fact that they happen to be two things I enjoy.
There's a strange part of me that enjoys the fact that my best friend and boyfriend both love Glen Beck when I can hardly bear to stand in the room with a television broadcasting his scathing voice blasting.
I guess, like anyone else, I love feeling like an exception to the rules of cultural dictates.
Last weekend, I accompanied my Glen-Beck-fan-meat-loving-MFA boyfriend on the most art-drenched ventures ever (I still had to wear my jumpsuit and sing D'angelo to myself the whole time):
First, a Friday night show at the CUAC.


Then trailer tacos afterward.

Then a Saturday night collage party at Jenny's.

Jared.

Jenny.

Annie.

Me.

Last night we made cards at the letterpress lab.

Kenji.

Paris & Miguel.