Waiting…for you

by A.

I’m at the Academy of Art Institute open house…I’m not sure what to think of the crowd here…I’ve staked out a spot on the east wall, waiting for them to call my name.

There are a lot of creative-looking people here, but also a bunch of people who look like bored housewives. There are two screens with fashion show videos on a loop.

Valerie told me that this girl that she knows goes here and that she’s hopelessly rich and a total bitch. Not exactly a great introduction…but the class list looks solid for my major…CSS, XHTML, web programming…and I brought my sunglasses for They Live tonight.

I wonder what Christen’s doing. I think Chelsea has a concert tonight or something. Maybe that’s tomorrow.

I have no notion of time. I just sit here with my little keyboard and my little phone.

It must look rather ridiculous. But really…writing digitally is the future.

I didn’t even think to bring a pen. The only time I use them is when I’m at work.

I want to make the office paperless, but we’d have to upgrade our ancient computers so we could use web apps.

Ok, I lied, the other projection screen is playing some kind of tutuorial on industrial design.

This asian woman with flowy, pleasantly curled hair in spike heels and an obviously custom-designed jacket presides over the room. I haven’t seen her talk to anyone yet…not actually talking. It’s as if everyone already knows what she wants.

I can’t tell what font they are using for the billboards. Serif fonts are so much harder to pin down. Two numbers until mine, I’m 86.

This is kind of like gonzo journalism…but for my life. It is stream-of-consicousness…as it ‘s happening. Can one liveblog a sexual encounter? A rape?

It will happen someday.

I often thing about how different historical events and speeches would have been if they would have had to fit into a 140-character Twitter message.

It would definitely thin out the history books. Well, or so I think…Abraham Lincoln would have probably been tweeting all about his aches and pains…the problems of finding adequately severe looking top hats…lol.

‘m zoning out looking at the fasion show…it’s the screen closest to me. These women look supremely hideous…dolled up like anemic fetish ostriches.

I’m IMing Adrian about this zombie map that was on Fark. Hm. I think it’s time to stare blankly ahead.

All the staff except the stillettoed overseer are dressed in a sober black.

I wonder if this is a scam. All of education seems to be. A more insidious one than the military-industrial complex, this one reinforces the idea that you can get any job with this piece of paper.