13 July 2009

hmm... let's see.

i remember late night walks to 711 and vassily being all wacky.

i remember that food truck on the few nights i went out to pop! best food ever.

i remember encountering a fat, homeless dude masturbating under the bridge one day when i was walking to the mall. he begged me to suck his dick. i ran away, fuming.

i remember walking in a snow storm to see the last samurai with adam chang.

i remember the first snow freshman year. nick mahshie ran outside and danced in it. it was magical.

i remember carrying heavyass pieces of wood from the wood shop to studio to make our sled. miyoung dropped the wood on her foot. owie.

i remember alonso's eyebrows. they looked like birds ready to fly away.

i remember walking up angell hill backwards after class just so i could watch the sun set.

i remember visiting risd for the first time as a high schooler and passing by the risd beach. there was a huge boxer dog standing on the lawn, barking at traffic.

i remember the girls that worked at amy's place. they always looked like they had rolled out of bed but they were so darn cute!

01 July 2009

I remember walking down the alley way where The Pit used to be; where they made amazing grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches, and shaved philly cheesesteak.

I remember the black tar goo that would spittle from some ventilation hole.

I remember that vague sense of dilemma about trying to choose a place to eat on campus depending on where you were and how much work you had to get done.

I remember the bright glow of Portfolio Cafe and all those fucking semicolons on the wall.

I remember the melted chocolate chips sticking to warm crinkled aluminum foil wrapped around giant malleable cookies from the Carr Haus.

I remember being cold and not caring.

I remember the last day of freshman year at the quad. Morolake and I ate pop tarts and watched some movie in the Nickerson basement. It was late May and 55 degrees outside.

I remember ordering pizza and watching movies on the projector on the 7th floor.

I remember getting to studio early in the morning before anybody else and having the whole place to myself. I would drink coffee, eat a scone and stare out the window for two hours before getting anything done.

I remember walking down the stairs from the 9th floor with Mairead after class once. She was a few steps above me and she seemed extra tall. Her shoe slipped and she almost fell down the stairs but caught herself. I think her shoe heel broke.

I remember not eating on-campus and going to Thayer Street. It felt like stepping out in to the real world.