#sorry

hi everyone or just daniel penny

i am sorry i don't like to talk with letters into this box much anymore, but isn't it a good thing that i am "doing so many things here" that i "don't have time to sit here and just make internet with you for fifteen minutes" like i used to?? like for example i have been "learning about vpn clients" and "how you can use them to make netflix work in france" so that is something that makes it hard to find time to do this; also research, like finding which clubs have bouncers that you can say things to like "i am on the guest list probably under a boys name"  and they will let you in for free even though you made up a bad name and then repeated a different but also bad name when they asked you what the name was again. as you can imagine, things are very busy and i have been sleeping a lot.

for the past two weeks or so, different permutations of friends have been staying in/on the apartment beds/floors/table-surfaces and eating our eggs and drinking our milks and icing us when we are just trying to play ukulele (mom and dad and daniel penny i would give you a link to this website where they explain what 'icing' is but i think it broken so you will just have to guess that my friends came into the living room and put a minnie-mouse shaped cube of ice on my body-face which was unfortunate because not only could i not use the ice in my diet coke later so it was lukewarm which is weird but also i got just a little bit cold, not cold enough to put on a sweater but just enough to feel uncomfortable and maybe complain a little bit about it)

it was really nice having them but now they are gone and the milks are all mine again!!! this morning i ate two yoghurts just because i could and don't you say anything like "but did you really need two yoghurts" because i am almost twenty years old and i can decide for myself whether i can eat two yoghurts in the morning or not!!! UGH

anyway blah blah lets see i went to a contemporary art "thing" called jeune creation which was an exhibition of several young artists in a warehousey-basement-type-place in probably the bushwick of paris, where they were selling heinekens for 2 euros which is really cheap for paris, so it reminded me a lot of oberlin in the sense that i got a little bit drunk and saw a bunch of "art" that i really disliked but then also some "art" that i really like-liked. i heard that they picked a "winner" at the end of the night but this really bothered me because what does that even mean?? how can you pick a "winner" if the entries are all different medias and themes and processes and humanmakers?? can you objectively say that a photograph of a mom and adorable child-thing wearing a mask is "better" than video-poetry of tetris magnets or a giant turn-table made of orange paper mâché?? subjectively you can and maybe subjectively i agree with you but "winning" is not a subjective function and so objectively i disagree with you and am objectively uncomfortable with contemporary art shows in paris with little-to-no congruency subjectively selecting "winners" blah blah ummmmmm okay yeah

i also went on this vacation to normandy with molly and my parents but i think i can get to that later because it will be less scary to come back here if i know i have something else to say

okay c'est tout~