today i got accepted to pratt, one of my top choice schools. in my excitement, i mentioned the news to a friend who said "now you'll be one of those kids". i didn't know what he meant until i knew what he meant. one of those "i live in brooklyn so now i have a reason to feel cool even though i was weird in highschool and spent too much time myspacing strangers on the internet while trying to pursue photography as more than just a hobbie, power to my canon rebel and siq v neck, i am dramatic."
i hate stereotypes, but if i was to stereotype myself id fall into woody allen's category of "New York, Jewish, left wing, liberal, intellectual, Central Park West, Brandeis University, the socialist summer camps and the, the father with the ben Shahn drawings, right, and the really, y'know, strike orineted kind of, red diaper."
as for other stereotypes, people i know stereotypically spend their saturdays partying (whatever that means) in their parents basements or living rooms before the rents actually get home from wherever they are. i, stereotypically, am that weird girl that is too overwhelmed by such organization and needs to have spontaneous adventure. sara and i did the following:
drove to upstate ny, found a random hilton, swam in the pool, sat in the sauna, thought of crashing 'david bar mitzvah' going on in the front party hall, left the hotel, drove around the ghost town, turned around to go home, went to the diner, washed our hair, saw "Feast of Love".
ahh life.
