if you set your mind to it

all of your wildest dreams Can come true.

my name is leslie, and i WILL FINISH WHAT I START.

within days, maybe hours, i will have completed viewing the entire south park run. every single episode. what did You do with your summer vacation? oh, you made important things? beautiful art? please, i watched every episode of south park.

and made a leather jacket.

top that.

recipe

apple juice + whiskey = leslie's drink

" 'i found

my soldier boy, he's so far away.
he makes my head spin around.
i found my soldier boy, he's so far away.
he makes my head spin around.
so far away
he makes my head
so far away
i found my
he is my
soldier boy' "

just got home from a quick jaunt back home. the trip was filled with surprises. almost all of them good ones.....and yet, i am STILL not getting my hopes up about anything - even though we had one of the most peaceful hang-outs of our career

and i now know that i can drive for 8 hours without a problem. as long as i don't have to be a passenger for more than 15 minutes, the trip can go smoothly.

my grandmother very accusingly asked me if i was ashamed of myself because i dyed my hair so dark, and was excited to hear that some 93 year old we know died - because, as she put it, "we'll, i guess i beat her by a little bit." she is overall the feistiest 97 year old i have ever met.

i can still wear hats

thank god. nothing like getting pretty. i grew 5 inches after this haircut - cool, right?? proportions are awesome like that. fyi, locks of love would never have accepted my hair because of its extensive damage from over-processing. by the time i showed up to get it cut this morning, it was in such a state of disrepair that the stylist just laughed after trying to comb through parts of it...and just cut the rats nests out. and then told me i should have cut it sooner because it was "all kinds of thrashed." i swear to god she said that. she is cutting my hair from now on (especially because it cost $50 instead of the $150 i could have expected it to cost anywhere else in this godforsaken city).

side note: the phrase/word (?) "semi-erotic" is totally bizarre to me, yet, i still want to use it as often as i can manage. also, despite being an amateur grammar asshole (though, obviously, not while i am writing this blog...), i for some reason have no objection to the use of a given race as an adverb. Ex: he talks white; she dresses black; dana looks mexi, etc. while, at the same time, i have a conniption fit every time i hear someone utter "A whole NOTHER." it is pure foolishness. even more tragic are the times i hear news anchors and broadcasters in general slaughter the English language like that. see stuff white people like for more. it's an abuse of power. bleh. in a bit i'm going to go to the Barney's warehouse sale- or what's left of it.

nose-diving

losing my mind. more than usual. hair crisis reached critical point today - chopping it off tomorrow morning. several ex-boyfriends would not be happy to hear about this. fuck it, fuck em, it has to happen.

this decision was reached after i retail-therapy-ed my way through half of my bank account before noon today. and, no, i do not believe that cutting my hair will help derail my path towards hell, etc. I'm not That much of an idiot.

so, good luck to me on EVER BEING RECOGNIZED AGAIN. i do it to myself every time. every day.

ps. good title, leslie.

it's all your fault...

...i screen my phone calls!! no matter, matter, matter, matter who calls, i gotta screen my phone calls!!...

just saying.

yes

just look at this thing. the montauk monster can go fuck itself, cause this thing is so very much cooler.

just bought some cozies

i can't draw without my hand shaking. i mean, i can't stand there without my hand shaking. so shoot me if i accommodate. i hope this doesn't mean trouble come september, as i can't really drink beer in class. except in this one class.

on a related note, i got this assignment to draw a partially decomposed guy, and i would love for it to turn out very gore-y and campy and sick, but i know that it won't. and i'm sad about it- so much so that i might not go through with the thing.

omg

?uestlove dj-ed Beatrice on a whim the other night. too bad he played pet shop boys and barry manilow.

i have a cold.

i can be a very mean person, sorry. i can also be very sweet, but only if i'm comfortable. take me for what i am.
and what i am is pretty freaking happy today. its eric's barfday; this moron i know ran away; this other moron is never going to hurt my sister's feelings ever again, so help me, lord; i just bought the coolest vintage patchwork madras shirt; i'm about to make quite a bit of money this week; i'm almost done drafting my pattern for a leather blazer that's going to get so much wear-time this fall; i met somebody who is nice and funny and not creepy or very mean. thank goodness.