Showing posts with label FAcebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FAcebook. Show all posts

Monday, November 27, 2017

11/27/2017

Going to Germany with maria martin and Danielle brutto…

First I am looking at maria’s facebook page and it has a long paragraph written and then some of her ‘long shot’ photos…my name is tagged in the long paragraph description… it is something about how she once thought she was going to be a photographer or pursue photography but isn’t anymore…

We end up going on this trip to Germany and my mother is there and Danielle brutto also comes with us… there is something like mcdonalds everywhere…we go to the first hostel we see and it is actually a school and it is something like $3 a night to stay there and all the food is free

We decide we will stay here one night and then go somewhere else

There is a big cafeteria and many common rooms.

When we leave we are on this odd train that zips around , brings us somewhere to get a ‘sandwich in a bag’ for $1… I am asking what is in the sandwich to make sure it isn’t meat…

Turns out the main thing in the sandwich is buttered pecans


The second hostel isn’t as good and we can’t find a hostel like the first one… the train takes us from the first hostel to the buttered pecan sandwiches and back 

Friday, February 19, 2016

Will has put a picture of me and him on FAcebook and he calls me baby in it and I have blonde and pink hair, which he mentions.

I am looking through a bag of paper and collage bits and find two ten dollar bills and two five dollar bills.

Frankas thinks I am going to have Alzheimer's because I have messed with my memory. My mother asks me if he's torturing me.

I keep thinking back to the photo will put up. We are in a big banquet hall like hotel staying at this hotel, me and my whole family and getting ready to go to this big recital. Will is going to be in it. Maybe Frankas is going to be at it too. 

I am running around a big mall in the hotel putting on makeup and perfume to get ready for the show. It seems formal. I don't know what will happen or when I will run into who.