Sad Sack Olympian

I'm Kasia Kowalczyk. If being a Sad Sack was a sport, I'd be an Olympian. When I'm not busy being sad, I make films. Sometimes I'm a monster...

nevver:

Shhhh…… it’ll be over soon.

I see Elmo in my nightmares.

nevver:

Shhhh…… it’ll be over soon.

I see Elmo in my nightmares.

nevver:

Whatever

I believe this to be true.

nevver:

Whatever

I believe this to be true.

(Source: twitter.com)

sadsackolympian:

I am not on Twitter…but apparently it is a great place for Sad Sacks.

I am just reblogging this because it’s relevant this week.

sadsackolympian:

I am not on Twitter…but apparently it is a great place for Sad Sacks.

I am just reblogging this because it’s relevant this week.

Project 365 

Day 108 

4-18-2014

More blood tests. Costume-hunting at Goodwill. Surprise dinner with friends. Virgin drinks at Lucky. Movie at the glorious Vista. A day spent trying to keep the crushing feelings of failure away.
Project 365 
Day 107 
4-17-2014
They only come out at night.
Confusing Spongebob Squarepants piñata with luminous nude mannequin in a store window.
Project 365 
Day 106 
4-16-2014
Street lights cast heart shapes on the apartments of others. The inanimate objects in my neighborhood are secretly in love.
nevver:

Hitchcock’s “The Peeps”

Happy Easter to all of my friends with dark little hearts.

nevver:

Hitchcock’s “The Peeps

Happy Easter to all of my friends with dark little hearts.

(Source: Washington Post)

Project 365 
Day 105 
4-15-2014
3 doctor visits in 4 days. This falling apart thing is starting to feel old. To combat the sad sack feelings, I thought a walk around the old zoo in Griffith Park would help. Seeing other things in decay was not the brightest idea. 
Project 365 
Day 104 
4-14-2014
Another terrible day but luckily McGinty spent some time trying to cheer me up. I convinced him to stay up late and watch the Blood Moon with me. 
At night, we gathered a little gang and attempted to enter Griffith Park from the back way. Half of the group was not keen on trespassing just to avoid crowds…so we meandered down the streets amongst the wealthy mansions that sit empty and watched quietly from a hill. We speculated on the possible apocalyptic days facing us this week and realized this might be the last time any of us see a Blood Moon…mainly because we’re getting too old to stay up past our bedtime again. 
A man stepped out onto one of his many balconies nearby. We waved hello and all of us went back to our watch. Us on the hill, him on the patio. On the way back to the car, Asian students ate noodles on their car hoods and little dogs ran out into the street to greet me. It was as if night had finally woken all the citizens of Los Angeles and we gathered on the street, no longer as strangers. I wanted to bottle the feeling up so I could keep it in my pocket forever.
Project 365 
Day 103 
4-13-2014
My first bridal shower in a decade. I am at the age where most of the people I know are getting divorced, not married. Antonella laughed at my piss-poor sharpie drawing of a naked lady with the only marriage advice I felt confident to put in writing. “Never ever go to bed wearing pajamas.”
Project 365 
Day 102 
4-12-2014
Spent this morning in urgent care trying to surmise the origin of a new medical mystery happening in my body. I am falling apart. Literally. The only thing to do was see the closing day of the Yoshitomo Nara exhibit at Blum & Poe. I feel like he really nailed the visual representation of a Sad Sack Olympian with this lonely little girl in a darkened room.
Project 365 
Day 101 
4-11-2014
Anxious about receiving x-ray results, I went westward. I strolled under trees that lent their shadows as decoration to homes from last century. Then bounced from house to house, letting others feed me and playing with pets until the moon appeared. I tried my best to pretend I am not a Sad Sack.