gpoy 7:30 am edition
drinking chai and reading a policy debate topic ppt (even though I’m off the circuit this year) as I wait to leave for my 8 am calc class. the only good thing in this situation is the tea.
*walks into living room wearing this shirt to ask my mom for a box to finish packing some school stuff into*
mom: “*deep sigh* amanda, you look like a lesbian in that shirt.”
*retreats back to room*
NEW FAVORITE SHIRT HAS ARRIVED! I’m wearing it to college orientation tomorrow, I figure I may as well start off with my cards on the table.
this shirt, if you’re interested.
another exciting day at the fund.
featured: office sleeping bag, sassy rainbow hot night fish, campaign office map, my heavily lidded self
no, really, it’s okay that you’re jealous of my bill clinton cut out.
Thanks LDawg, best present ever.
prom was this weekend and it was delightful. I went with my friend Patty, who can shuffle like no one’s business. With me was the lovely Caela, and pretty much all of the rest of our friends bundled into one big group.
we ate and danced and got a little turned around downtown because we were too busy jamming to watch the throne (and also because I am a poor navigator). the after party was a step up from our norm and the night was spent flitting in and out of a huge tent we pitched in a friend’s yard. a little bit of hedonism now and then is good for the soul.
gpoy, post-coffee house edition
Earlier this year I organized a Coffee House for my school, where any student was invited to come eat, drink, and share their poetry, music, prose, monologues, etc. It went over tremendously and tonight we held another one which went even better. I ended up having to tell people they couldn’t perform again because we were running out of time. We had about 30 performers and an even bigger audience that still managed to seem intimate.
I couldn’t have done it without help from all of my friends who performed and came out to support each other and my personal princess, Jordan, (who just might creepcreepcreep on this) for setting up the lights and sound to give the stage a beautiful ambiance and closeness.
Coffee House has been my pet project this year, my baby of sorts and I am so, so proud of how it turned out and how enthusiastic everyone has been about it. There really isn’t a better gift you can give your community than to share your talents with it, and I’ve experienced a huge outpouring of talent at Coffee House, from silly raps to poems that make you want to cry to songs that make you want to dance. I’m amazed at the passion and talent my community has and is willing to share, and the support they give each other. Seeing certain friends over come their shyness and inhibition and get up in front of their friends to pour themselves out on stage has been one of the most rewarding and moving experiences I’ve had throughout high school. Sharing your art is hard, and scary, and so incredibly worth it. (I shared one of my new pieces [that I could probably be talked into sharing here] and it went over much better than I expected) I’m beyond proud and happy and straight up gleeful about Coffee House and the people that make it up, from the angsty freshman who need an outlet to the seniors who fill their spare hours writing and reading and playing.
Thank you all who came and helped make it what it was. Don’t let it die out without me next year.
if i just lay here for long enough this essay will write itself. that’s how it works, right? gonna go back to rolling across my den now.