Analog Sh!t: The Common Sense Hustle

Analogue Sh*t: The Common Sense Hustle

Thursday, September 22, 2005

|First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage|

This is definitely wrong. But it also happens to be what we're socialized to believe. First comes love, or what we perceive as love. Then comes college, then comes conflicting schedules. And not schedules like time, schedules like emotional agendas. Like, at this point we should definitely be "here" but bc of circumstance we're "here".
But i sure do miss when we were sitting up in that tree.
It was so far from everything else. As long as we were in the tree, no one could touch us.
But storms arise, and sometimes the tree limbs fall, sometimes the whole tree itself.
At which point you make the decision to let allow the tree to become compost and fertilize new trees, or plant a new tree
even though the new tree will take time to grow, and you will be forced to start over
a tree is a tree.

I'm on that shit.

I haven't written in forever. I've been fraternizing around this mad city. I've been to the hood, i've been to the zoo, i've been to the river, chinatown, i've even stood in the very spot the picture on this blog was taken. On trolleys ad buses on trains and whatever other mode of transportation isn't a car. Most of it is amazing. Some of it is frightening. I like it, from what I've seen.

I just figured out how to work my damn school email and saw that my father had written me. My father and I have a rather estranged relationship (by circumstance & choice). He somehow found me and wrote me an email telling me that he wants to give me $2500, and more if I come to see him (in the Bronx). I gave him my address and told him I would give him a call. This is still all to weird to me. He really doesn't know a thing about me underneath the surface...i'm in school, i've had a lot of accomplishments in high school, i'm a girl, i'm his daughter....those things are really not anything but descriptors.
So many people believe they know me based off of descriptors.
It's laughable and lonely-like.

"Don't mind me, i wrote this shit off of one or two henie's"
Or cold medicine. My mom sent me cold medicine and it's not non-drowsy, so I'm basically a tad lifted. I have an itchy throat and really don't want it to escalate into a cold, so I took medicine. (Random)

I joined (or I think I did) the Literary Mag @ school called Hyphen. They're mag last year was pretty nice. Nice layout, cool cover, typical emo-ridden poetry, resume booster. I was looking @ internships for Nickelodeon earlier. I even emailed MTVU about a show they needed college students for.
I'm on the pre-hustle hustle.
I've also applied for student jobs within the school of theatre and communications. I need to start somewhere. I would take like anything right now, just so I have more credibility within the field.

I'm broke and tracy & i are supposed to go see Ghostface next month.
Markita may/ or may not be coming to visit me.
I hang out with C.L. a lot. He's someone I knew from home that was from Philly and moved back.
I really want a bike, but I'm afraid i'll get hit by a car.
I don't remember what i've been doing from day to day, but somehow I stay busy.

-M.

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