Rocktober!

This month I am going to dance and fall in love with the feeling of a hand on the small of my back, a secret room in the library, the taste of wood smoke in the air.

School has officially started; I've had all of my classes once. I am so glad that I made the choice to study art and psychology and not psychology and art. The difference, though minor, makes all the difference to me in that starting next week there are open studio hours and I will be there. I have a friend who has a key so we can go hang out late and weld.

Starbright Firecracker BoomBoom is going to the great mechanic in the sky where the roads are always banked and the days are nothing but 70 degrees. I will really, really miss her.

On the bright side, I left my Levi's jacket in the library yesterday. I lost my shit when I realized it was gone. I am freakishly attached to certain belongings. I've had this jacket since 2003, I bought it used at a certain Value Village on Capitol Hill, it's going to be an heirloom. I called the circulation desk and it was there.

I am rambling and have no specific focus this morning. Have you heard of abe books it is a wonderful and cheap place to buy used books in non-specific condition. I have been wanting to expand my collection of early erotica so I went on a binge and bought a bunch of classics including The Story of O, Fanny Hill, Justine, Lady Chatterly's Lovers. I found a photographic companion to Anais Nin's Journals at the library yesterday and am now able to give faces to all of her comrades.

I am losing myself in pages and the still empty halls of the library. Between the studio and the stacks, I have found my place on campus.