refrains from capitalization.

"mom, did you see the movie kinsey?"
"mmmm, yes. yeah i did."
"do you believe in the whole spectrum of sexuality thing?"
"sure."
"well, to clarify, i'm squatting down towards the homosexual end."
"..."
"i just used the word squatting huh? but yeah."
"i understand honey. you know i love you no matter what. it's the same as being born asian or with a disorder."
"what?"
"i meant to say it's genetic and i would never place judgment. sorry, that came out a bit wrong."
"yeah."

apparently mom's going to ghana for aid work next year.
she took these of me on the roof post dosing off directly after lighting a cigarette today.





woke up fumbling around for the smallest portion of intellect and came up with nothing.
so, i spent 50% of the day in the movie theater.
conclusions:
-do/n't go see the aristocrats.
-bill murray does nothing and everything at the same time.

orientation starts tomorrow.
TRANSFER STUDENT LINE HERE.
there's some sort of reception for us newcomers at the toulouse lautrec exhibit in the AIC.
free lunch?
i didn't know you could do that in a museum space but hey, any chance i get to spill diet coke on original prints, count me in.

jeanette mentioned mars being out and dressed to kill tonight, but the city glow blinded most of my sky hunting and i couldn't even find the moon. somewhat disappointed, i sat up on the roof and found myself content watching a large spotlight that shines from some building near the river. it sways back and forth across the black overhead. slowly, and never ceasing. like a giant geriatric metronome.
this vaguely serious mission has formed in my head to gain control of that spotlight sometime. just for a few minutes, i'd like to swing it around wildly and confuse the hell out of downtown chicago.
although, i wouldn't want to make anything crash.
i hear i do that often enough.

the people on the 31st floor, 7 windows from the left, in some high-rise to the west, watch war movies on their big screen every night.

i like to keep my blinds shut.

addition: between talks with both parents this past week it has been brought to my attention that two out of every three members of my living extended family on each side have obvious/diagnosed mental disorders. one out of every five deceased family members going no farther back than the single "great" generation has committed suicide.
does this make me fucked up? see also: i hope so.