sometimes when you’re writing papers for a long time you find yourself writing literally the dumbest strings of words that drip bullshit and idiocy, and you have to stop and laugh out loud at your stupid dumb brain and how bad it is at knowing how to express things in a way that is clear and smart and amazing and will excite your teachers deep in their loins.
hello lovelies,
first of all, thanks a BUNCH to everyone who sent me their creative work for my zine project. i was really psyched to have such a good response from so many cool and creative long-time friends and new friends alike. i have finally spent enough time working on my capstone project for me to have lost my mind a few times and for it to have taken a new direction not once but twice. i’m still doing a zine, and am including some of the stuff i asked for before, but now the theme is revolving around the “self/other” dialectic we’ve been talking about in class all semester. (read: i gotta get dem points.) it’s about how we as human beings inherently tend to view ourselves as a “subject” in the world, and view everyone else as not only as the “other”, but as “objects” in the constant sort of movie that we’re living and starring in. we can’t help it, it’s just the way we’re hardwired. we see ourselves as the absolute center of everything. Simone de Beauvoir encouraged people to see themselves as both a self AND an other, and to view other people as both selves and others as well. we’re all deep, emotional, extremely complicated beings, but it’s impossible for other people to see our own personal contexts the way we can. it’s like, of course we see ourselves as subjects and others as objects; we just don’t have the ability to see the depth and complexity that is embedded in each and every person’s soul and brain. i’m rambling now, but essentially, i want to lessen the divide between self/other and shed some light on that deep, emotional, sometimes-icky place in our heads and our hearts.
how do i hope to do this, you wonder? i would like to showcase people’s (and my) actual, handwritten diary/journal entries. i will not be attributing your name to your specific diary entry, as the whole point is for them to be all mixed up together in a big emotional soup which we can all taste together now that we realize we are each valuable, deep, complex human beings in this crazy struggle together.
SO, JUST ONCE MORE: I NEED YOUR WORK, GUYS. i am asking for scans or photocopies of your handwritten journal and diary entries. you can give them to me personally or email me! marykateosullivan@gmail.com. you can submit to me anonymously if you wish, i don’t need to know who wrote what. you can block out the names of the innocent, or i can do that part for you. i will be collaging ‘em all mixed up together, anonymously, in a hopefully aesthetically pleasing way.
it would mean the world to me if you guys submitted stuff. the stuff i already have is making me really excited- rage breakup entries, feeling-worthless-at-college entries, recounting-drunken-mistake-nights, etc. i would love to be able to expose yr deepest human thoughts and writings, please, you beautiful, one-of-a-kind, authentic, fabulous, valuable human beings.
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS DON’T HESITATE TO EMAIL ME :)
marykateosullivan@gmail.com
I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU!
(this photo > this photo.)
doesn’t mean i’m going to stop making this kind of subject line when i email schoolwork-related things to my friends.
hi, i'm mary-kate. i initially got on tumblr as a wide-eyed freshman to post sunny photos i took in my everyday life, but now i'm still here on this website at 22, reblogging memes and using phrases like "reblogging memes". the internet is fucking weird, and we love it, don't we? oh, yes we do.
about me? i'm a slacker in college--excuse me, i mean senior in college--and waitress extraordinaire*. i like most people, so that means i probably like you, statistically speaking. i am a communication studies major at emerson college who would rather mediate conflicts than publicize relations. i think that it's not about the destination, but the journey. that's why i expand my brain with the Metro crossword during my daily public transportation endeavors. i almost always thank the bus driver when i get off the bus, but never thank the T conductor. i mean, he doesn't even have to steer the thing.
*"extraordinaire" is the french word for "spilly and forgetful" right?
