Currently Candide (Barnes & Noble Classics) By Voltaire see related

i have internet in my room now, but even this is not always cooperative, so if i ignore anyone when it comes to online communication please dont feel slighted. last night i wanted to throw my computer against the wall and start weeping. (its been really frustrating since ive been here).

im not really in the mood to write a lot about new york, although i do love it and am completely thankful to be here. right now i miss home. this week's homework for painting class is to paint two objects, one in a color that represents ourselves and one that represents our hometown. i dont really have a hometown (or if i wanted to choose one i wouldnt like it so the color would probably be mud or something), but i thought maybe id pick one that represented my actual home. i really miss it at the moment; i cut drawing class today because im not feeling well (i have to carry these massive portfolios and boards from my strip of 72nd street to the station, onto the train, and then down several avenues to chelsey. its bad if youre sick). its strange how comfort is relative, how home seems very different now that i dont have it whenever i want/need it. i love my writing and lit instructor because the bulk of what he teaches us is to use less words, no cliches, and that the word 'you' in formal writing is okay. ive had a difficult time writing for a while because ive started to hate words, and nothing i write seems simple enough to be good. but yeah, without a lot of words, i wish i was at home. (just for right now).

i think i can only pick one color but green and gold are what i think of.

i love my new home though.these are off a phone so not so great but you can see still see that its pretty. this is my (yeah, really hard to see) 'piano' in front of my window.

the sycamore tree outside my window in the morning. 

the park on one of the first days i was here... its just a few avenues away. 

and this is one street up. i just thought it was pretty.