jjderps:

Josh,

I’m in a box.

-Jenn

P.S. YOU KILL THAT SPIDER.

Oh slouchy expensive sweaters, why are you so slouchy and expensive? I would want you… But people say you’re itchy o.o

The perfect comfy living room :)

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Kitchen inspiration. 

Thursday

• Go to Art History and Psychology
• Buy tickets for Sweeney Todd (hopefully won’t be sold out)
• Go to Target
• Lighting Design homework?

Friday

• Go to Lighting Design
• Internet
• Sweeney Todd

Saturday

• Go to Metropolitan Museum of Art
• Eat lunch somewhere small and affordable

Sunday

• Sweeney Todd strike

jjderps:

Josh, 

Yes, crazy Sue and her naked time shenanigans. Moral of the story? Do not dance alone in your room with just a vest on, panic when your roommate tries to come in, and drop your computer. Poor Sue. Speaking of roommates, I wanted to promote Claire’s tumblr since she was kind enough to post about ours, so this post will be a little different from the others.

Claire is a talented illustration major at my school, and also my second roommate. Her style is unique and morbid, but make strong statements. She loves art, and is constantly drawing. Above is one of my favorite pieces of hers. Claire is one of those witty sarcastic characters you rarely get the privilege to meet. She has a twin sister named Paige who is also an illustration major. They’re styles are pretty different, but they are both talented all the same. They named their tumblrs thINK illustration because of their constant use of ink in their artwork.

If you’re interested, please follow their tumblrs!

Claire:

http://thinkillustration.tumblr.com/

Paige:

http://thinkillustrationpaige.tumblr.com/

-Jenn

A poem by W. H. Auden

As I walked out one evening,
  Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
  Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
  I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
  "Love has no ending.

"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
  Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
  And the salmon sing in the street,

"I'll love till the ocean
  Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
  Like geese about the sky.

"The years shall run like rabbits,
  For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
  And the first love of the world."

But all the clocks in the city
  Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you,
  You cannot conquer Time.

"In the burrows of the Nightmare
  Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
  And coughs when you would kiss.

"In headaches and in worry
  Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
  Tomorrow or today.

"Into many a green valley
  Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
  And the diver's brilliant bow.

"O plunge your hands in water,
  Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
  And wonder what you've missed.

"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
  The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the teacup opens
  A lane to the land of the dead.

"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
  And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
  And Jill goes down on her back.

"O look, look in the mirror,
  O look in your distress;
Life remains a blessing
  Although you cannot bless.

"O stand, stand at the window
  As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
  With all your crooked heart."

It was late, late in the evening,
  The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
  And the deep river ran on.  

It all felt like a dream. Everything. Seeing you walk up to me for the first time, being astonished by the strength of just your pure presence. Towering over me, trembling, your hugged me with one arm. All I could say was a high pitched hi, and my nerves lost the rest of that moment in my mind. We searched for the front desk that was tucked away in the corner of the large, and later realized, confusing casino room. Lights were flashing, half naked woman bringing drinks around the room, and loud music from the bars all contributed to the cacophony that was in our minds.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/pwniesftw/

I think this is very close to my dream house, except, not pink!

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