well, my ears have finally stopped buzzing.. they were clanging for a good four days.
saw icons of filth and stood in front of a base amp. unwise, to say the least. aside from the deafness component, it was an amazing time. moshed around with crazy leather-jacketed, combat boot wearing punkers. also ate an incredible meal on the street for four dollars, plaintain, red beans, and saffron rice. new york kicks arse .

valentine's has come and gone. the day didn't find me as disgruntled as it could, which is fabulous. sneered a bit though. even cynicism is a reaction, however, and i'm aiming for complete de-socialization. we'll see how it goes.

i'm other news, i'm doing photography again, which makes me happy. got some money to put on a gallery exhibit this term. one of the most wonderful things about people is their creativty. i like to think that, despite my utter deficencies at drawing , my inability to master an instrument and such, i got some creative sparks lurking about somewhere.

i've also been writing in a much more devoted way than usual. when you get down to it, being a "one poem a year" poet doesn't rock as much as you'd think. the new stuff has been mostly prose though, autobiography, memoir... pieces for my writing class. the course is rather intense, though. already, i feel slightly overwhelmed by my mess of looming assignments. twenty five pages of shit about my life before highschool? it's a bit unbelievable. if i survive, however, i'll feel more secure as a sometimes-writer than ever, more certain that i have stories to tell. the weight of it scares me.

i do delcare, the beatles are delightful to listen to at four am.