Trying to be creative. Seeing more movies in the theater, in the brainstorming stage of a "guerilla protest" that you are all encouraged to paritipate in, thinking of YA superhero ideas, doing headlines again (why am I so afraid of comedy these days?), taking a comics illustration class at the Tribeca Y. On the other hand, I had to sell my Micro Korg. I think I'm kidding myself in thinking I can pay off student loans every month, accumulate cute things, and still be able to go to Vienna in May. ButL I am incredibly nervous about the comics class and I know everyone will be like me to the nth degree - girls with glasses and stories about their cats and complicated feelings towards Jeffery Brown biting their nails. The class starts at the end of the month. I'll scan in the pictures. I already know I'll have a crush on the teacher.



And, Emily and I are truly meant to be, because she's the only other person I've met who also wept at the tragedy and injustice in A Goofy Movie.