What Makes Sense?

My friend Caitlin and I shared the same amusement and absolute confusion of the "ghetto" black gay. You see a seemingly straight black guy; he's wearing low slung jeans, high tops sneakers, a black tall T, and a fitted cap, then he walks pass and to your horror he shrieks, "Guuuuuuurl, you betta WERK!!!!" um, I'm confused!!!! We judge books heavily by their cover and rightfully so. As I get dressed in the morning, I'm always making sure I am a clear representation of myself and I can't be the only one doing this. I want the message to be clear, so I always make sure I'm sending out the right signals. I know this girl who quite often changes her group of friends then all of sudden she's someone else. I was told in high school she was a coach bag carrying princess. When I met her, she was hipster hippy flower child and oddly enough now she's in a leather jacket, a black liquid one piece with some giant heels (hot)...I understand growth but this chameleon concept makes my head spin.

With that said! What is the message if someone represents themselves as something they are not? Are we lend to believe that style and appearance actually do mean nothing? Are people purposely misrepresenting themselves to feel normal or are we all just confused as to who we are? What makes sense?

Almonds

In my few years post high school I've been (i guess) looking for people to indentify with. Actually when I think about it, I feel as if my choosing SCAD was less about having a career after college but more about finding people who share my "strange" way of thinking.

In a period of change we find out things about ourselves that we would never have known. How do you go about making new friends? Are you more shy than you thought? Have our friends spoiled us to the point, where we don't know how to socialize with anyone else? Wait...are you giant bitch, or are you sarcastic? Its seems like the rules of high school are replied in the routine of adult life, although the cafeteria is now a bar, work, or Starbucks. Is there a popular table...is it now the mysterious "artsy" hipster table or is the "bro" average joe table. Is Joe really average or does he just really enjoy a baby blue button up? Should I be wearing more vintage? Do I look emo in all this black or do people think I'm "fierce".

In the courtyard of adult life, where do we sit and how do you make a positive change in your social life?

New York

Ive been in New York City for a week today. After feeling a bit underwhelmed upon my arrival, seven days later its slowly sinking in that I am not returning to my "life" before. I am filled with both excitement and fear. My company, artist and designers all very talented and from successful families, who not exactly struggling but all seem to have this overhanging sense of defeat. At the same time, they have such a community built around their love of beauty in which form they choose to express. Its a great thing to watch.

My roommate and I live in Greenpoint, said to be one of the best neighborhoods in Brooklyn, yet we have no furniture and are sleeping in the same bed, until we can afford to furnish our apartment. This sounds pathetic but, there a hope here in New York that isn't in most places. Everything and everyone is here and up to you to make use of the city and its resources.

dez

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It's interesting how you never know how your friendships/relationships will turn out. Who will trick you into loving them? Who will change? Who you'll never want to see again? Who you'll miss? Who you'll replace with who?

I met my friend Andrew freshman year of SCAD 5 years ago and we are really just now, here in my life intermission in Atlanta getting to know each other. Tonight we watched Addams Family Values and Brenna and I have been forces him to watch Sex and City. I would have never imagine this. As I get closer and closer to New York, I can't but wonder. Where are they now? My new friends, muses, ex's, awkward crushes. Are they waiting for me?

Work

for April

beat: SO SO SO

i finally have another ID...there is nothing worse than being turned away from a bar when you're 22...while...well I guess there are worse things, but recently I couldn't come up with anything more impailing than not having identfication...

beat:if you see these women...ARREST THEM!!!