whoops

question

are hyperbolic statements actually just lies?

oh, we'll have such fun, oh, all the sights we have seen.

no stretch

i am currently as happy as i may ever have been. easily

maybe i'll go out tonight

death

its pretty well documented in my world (by way of my various writings and lectures to my friends) that my mom loves to be the first to announce to me/anyone in earshot (but, really, just me) that someone has died. somewhat horrifyingly, she is currently beside herself over the recent death of an actress from a skiing accident. I walked in on her listening to the Silver Fox explain exactly what happened, and, though she was aware that I was hearing the news at the same time as she was, she insisted on relaying his words to me (who stood, bewildered, a mere 2 feet away from the two of them). I let her do this because I know how much it means to her to be able to do so. And because sometimes its easier to accept such behavior when you are a little drunk.

NEW! IMPROVED! BETTER THAN #1.

kendall + leslie = stupid good 2

candle in the wind

...was just playing in the thai restaurant a block from my house

i'm having the type of day where everything that happens feels a bit more significant than perhaps it really is.

as i already mentioned, i just went to grab some thai food - a gesture of self-congratulations for actually getting my homework done before midnight, really, for getting it done at all. and because i feel too sick to cook.

walking towards the restaurant i saw that i was about to cross paths with a big blonde guy. he had a sort of julius caesar crop going on and was wearing some sort of unflattering leather jacket. still self-conscious about my own bizarro haircut (i look butch as hell), i smiled a little at him just before we actually crossed paths, and right as i did so he extended his right hand out from his thigh, apparently trying to solicit a low-five from me. too confused to deal with this suggestion, i just kept walking, "leaving him hanging," so to speak.

a milisecond later i hear, quietly, slowly and without any aggression, the guy's voice pronounce "cunt."

what's weirdest to me is that i had my hood up such that he couldn't possibly have seen my haircut, so i don't know why i even acknowledged this guy in the first place. despite not having any definitive, in-hindsight plan for how i should have responded, i feel very confident that i did something wrong.

and i forgot about my food.

theres a club if you'd like to go

ha. well i'm pretty sure i don't have a boyfriend anymore. make that positive. my life is a farce.

so i'm about to teach myself the intricacies of zombie/monster-drawing. never been one for scary stuff, but it's do or die that i get good at it - by tomorrow morning....aka i'm totally skipping

what has weed done for you?

plenty

seriously hate my life right now. so listless - and it's fair.
it's noon somewhere, they say.

SO.

so....my birthday has come and gone. and obama is officially president

i'm pretty sure i have a boyfriend now. and i really like him a lot.

my ex-(NOT)-boyfriend has a "girlfriend." and it takes all my strength not to fly to wherever the fuck he is and punch him in the face. and then rip his dick off. clearly i'm in distress right now. happy fucking winter, everybody

in other news, classes are going really well; i have a metropolitan museum library card; sunset wasn't quite through when i got out of class today at 5:40(!); somebody thinks i'm beautiful; i lace my boots up all the way now; and my sister is staying with me tonight and tomorrrow night -it's awesome

gossip squirrel

loving/hating the commonwealth

here at home for another week + a few days. very few of my buddies are in town, and many of those who are actually here keep bailing on me. so i've been spending some serious time trolling the internet, watching documentaries and trying to teach myself how to paint with watercolors.

the rest of my time has been spent putting myself in the most uncomfortable situations i can dream up: visiting old bosses, going to lunch one-on-one with my uncle (actually i got out of this one), asking my mom if she minds me drinking in the house (to which she replied "why are you asking me this? i saw you drinking yesterday and didn't say anything." and then quickly walked away). we run a very passive aggressive ship around here. tomorrow i am meeting with some more of my prior employers. should be sufficiently awkward to maintain my streak.

the most exciting plans i have are to go visit a new "magic and illusions" store that looks totally low-budg and white trash. i actually can't wait to see what they've got in the shell of a building they are passing off as a legitimate business. if they have anything worth buying (be it actually-cool treasures or so-bad-they're-amazing knick-nacks), i have at least three friends back up in new york that are going to be very pleased with me.

yeah, i have more than three friends.

um

what the fuck is going on in this picture??

there is a baby lying face-down on the floor next to a wheelchair-bound man, an extremely angry-looking black dude, and some hispanic ladies with tummies. and this guy who has just been impeached is saying, "look at these totally normal people. see, i picked them as my entourage because they are nothing like me. i look awesome, and they look like they are either about to die and/or want to kill me. everything is a-okay, folks."