inspiration

I do not care what car you drive where live. if you know some one who knows someone who knows something. if your clothes are this years cutting edge. if your trust fund is unlimited. if you are A-list B-list or never heard of you list. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.
andre jordan

just so you know, i'm over the last two posts-- yes, already. i made up with a good friend of mine who, when i decided to forget about him, i found i never really could. he teaches me french and has conversations with me no one else could even replicate, or even fathom. i miss him, and sometimes i realize that even though friends come and go, you're always happy when one comes back.

official friendzone counter

4 and counting.

Last known occurrence of "i see you more as a lifelong friend..." known to the statistics: 1/18/09
First known occurrence of said bestfriendzone known to the statistics: 2004

Next predicted occurrence of theme:
every new crush ever.

wow, it kinda sucks when you build yourself up for something and it doesn't turn out in your favor. i was so convinced that i'd actually succeed with something special to me, and it gets snatched up by the one to my left- so close.

maybe i'll recover, or maybe nothing will happen, and i'll be just as stagnant as i was five years ago.

i try so hard, you know?
when's it going to be my turn?

some haikus

moving back in is
a painful, tedious job
after a big flood

(especially when
your roommate doesn't like to
clean up her side- ugh.)

oftentimes haikus
have this place inside my heart
and make me happy

i want to build a
pillow fort inside some house
-- sucks, i'm in a dorm

who wants to build a
tree house with me sometime soon?
i could go for one

or perhaps a snow
fort- or even a snowman
life is too hard pressed.

let us make pancakes
or go dancing in the rain
i miss things like that.

nrh 6

day 5
12:23pm

we were rumored to have been free to move back to the island, but lack of competence has prevented us from returning to our homeland. the strange hallows of our present isle have seemed barren and abandoned, and survival is difficult as our morale lowers. my partner jesse has received a gift of food in the form of a package from her original lands, but it seems water has plagued us once again. the burden of water is a horrible ghost, haunting us even as we keep ourselves to safer lands.

we can only hope to return drier than we left.

farewell my colby

day one
12:47am

after news of the horrific flood, we were dismissed from colby so that the sun gods may dry out the walls and air out our floors- 22 refugees fled from dampened, flood ravaged halls in search of drier lands and more hospitable conditions on minor outlaying islands. myself and my companion jesse chose a cave in the island of Nathaniel Rochester Isle, among other seemingly friendly tribesmen of a local tribal clan-- positioned on the sixth cliff face of the coast. we heard wind of our own group of survivors inhabiting the island further down the coast more towards shore, and they luckily discovered a large cave for four. they paid us a visit and offered us good bidding, and we all are wishing for these days to pass by so that we may reunite with those we left on the mainland.

later on, i will be leaving the sanctity of our cave and exploring the nearby waterfall.

i need a shower.

mold spores and refugees

a flood has just ripped through half of Art House in one of the greatest feats of unpredictable plumbing the Rochester Institute of Technology has ever seen. a hot water pipe burst in the handicrapper of the floor as a result of a faulty window, RIT's inability to fix problems in a timely manner, and lack of heat over the winter break. this bathroom math just so happened to explode the hot water pipe conveniently placed across the hall from room 2028, the residence of justine raymond, ending in utter catastrophe! crap fills in the hallway from the bathrooms to the stairwell, lined up like hurricane katrina just ripped the hall a new one. half of the tenants escaped the horrible mess, and for once are grateful to live in bumfuck art house, in the hallway no one cares about.

the water raised as high as five inches in room 2028, and damaged things from clothes to film, from rugs to electrical outlets, and destroyed all of justine's artwork she collected from high school. "i lost pretty much four years of my life," she explained, filing through her water-warped pieces of art. "i guess it was all shitty, but it still kind of sucks. 'happy new year, your shit's fucked'." the tennants of nearby rooms also lament about all their lost items, ranging from the very basic (wet clothes) to the more exotic (amazing artwork, a printer, a pot stash), and many are proud (and pissed) to say,

"i survived the great art house flood of 09!"
now lets hope those motherfuckers give us some pain and suffering.

dearest justine,

happy new year!
a hot water pipe broke on your floor in your hall in your dorm at college! all of the artwork you've ever done could be in potential danger because you didn't have enough room in your portfolio to leave it in there and thought, 'where better to keep it than in the back of your closet where no one would touch it?' perfect thinking! and, just to be vague and worry you, we're not going to elaborate in the e-mail you received beyond 'oh crap a pipe broke we're going to blow-dry the carpets and some people may or may not have gone into your room to lift stuff up off the floor which may or may not be too late to matter'. the amount of water could have been a trickle, or three feet, but we're playing charades! we really do love you, and appreciate you paying college loans and leaving all of your artwork on the floor.

we hope to screw up your future sometime in the following 2009, whether it be by another snow day on a crucial period in your animation studio time, by growing mold colonies in your dorm room and on your roommate's dirty laundry she leaves on the floor, or perhaps more dicks in the laundry room taking your clothes out of the dryer.

may happiness find you in your new year!

love,
rit & the shitty piping
xoxo