Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: break up, chicago, college, oasis, s.o.s., wtf, wtf honestly.
so this Oasis break up.
this is not okay at all. at first it was funny and not serious to me at all considering this same thing happened a trillion times. but now it seems it’s final and my phone a friend life line is gone. Oasis cannot leave my life. those songs are such a huge part of my life i cannot describe it to you. but it’s okay.
I am moving to Chicago tomorrow morning. wtf? i’m finally excited. i hope that life actually happens there.
in memorial:
Went to see one of my favourite bands ever last night, the Kills. to say the least, they fried my little brains.
tons of random, weird things happened. I guess I’ll try and sum up the night in bullet points? my thoughts are not complete at the moment.
- Jamie Hince asked us to light his cigarette, and we did. talk about a random as fuck moment. I have a hard time believing that Jamie Hince ever goes without a lighter on him though. Not that I care. I was just like “dude.”
- really wanted to ask them for a photo when they were sitting next to us but I feel so awkward doing that. especially when they are in conversation. instead a snuck a creep ass photo.
- someone explain to me how moshing alone ever happens? okay, I get moshing and all that if there’s a group of people doing it. but when you are there alone, drunk off your ass, and trying to insinuate a mosh pit, please just give up and save yourself and everyone around you.
- the Magic Stick/that entire building that houses like 9 different things is the greatest venue because it allows you to smoke inside. I hadn’t been there in over a year. yeah anyway, the law in Detroit is too busy worrying about people getting shot every day to worry about smoking indoors.
- I forever hate Faris Rotter from the Horrors (opening band [I know]) for more reasons than one, but now I have a new one. my friend passed out during the Kills encore which was terrifying and we won’t even go into that. But somehow we got ?sort of backstage? when I dragged her out of the crowd. I’m like, busy trying to revive a life here, and Faris walks by us literally 4 different times. I’m like DUDE, can’t you tell I’m freaking out and I know you can’t do anything because you’re dumb but can someone please acknowledge the fact that I am having a crisis right now!?!!? Faris walked by us so many times I thought he was running a fucking marathon. and he did nothing except drink and look at us conspicuously.
- We met these people there that were kind of with us the entire night and kind totally trashed. I’m still trying to figure out how seeing a show totally trashed is enjoyable whatsoever. they were nice though.and the girl Stephanie shared some drinks with us and had the backup cigarettes. meeting people at shows is so strange because usually you end up getting their numbers and you look in your phone the next morning and you have no idea how or why.
- The Kills are incredible and I don’t even know who I have a bigger crush on anymore, Jamie or Alison. when they played “Kissy Kissy” I almost combusted into 100 flaming suns.
Check out my photos (they suck) if you wanna.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: envy, fashion, miroslava duma, russia, wtf
I don’t know how, but in my internet searches last night (the only thing I do when I’m sick besides sleep on the couch/moan about life), I came across this girl Miroslava Duma. Apparently she is a Russian “it girl” (I hate that term) that is an editor at Russia’s Harper’s Bazaar. I don’t know who her dad is but he apparently is somewhat well known. And I think she’s married (!!!!!) to some really wealthy Russian businessman. I try not to envy people but oh my god I envy this girl. She has the best hair ever, is totally gorgeous, and has an intensely good talent for wearing clothes. You have probably seen her around on Garance Dore and the Sartorialist.
Definitely a new style icon pour moi.
givemethatoutfitnows’ilvousplait.
anyway. She’s just a fresh face that I love. I feel like…. there is no one here in the States that demonstrates the class that foreign “it girls” do. Sure, Miroslava wears tons of designer labels and carries tons of expensive bags, but she still makes it look good. Our it girls in the States just put on something by YSL and thinks they’re fashionable without doing anything else. Fashion is not about that. It’s all about how you wear something, what you feel like when you’re wearing it. Your own personal touch. Our it girls are flashing their vaginas to get noticed. It’s sick. Like Russell Brand said in his recent comedy special on Comedy Central upon meeting Britney Spears… “it’s a bit weird to meet someone when you’ve already seen their vagina.”
America needs some help.
I seriously just googled both “Jessica Alba” and “Jessica Biel” (they strike me as typical American it girls) and all the pictures I got, they were half naked. And not tastefully or artistically. Wtf?
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: audrey hepburn, cinema, film, funny face, hipsters, paris hilton, wtf
… and I could certainly use a release!
That is one of my favourite scenes in all of film history (from Funny Face).
I think I speak for the entire female population when I say if there is one woman that we could look like, speak like, contain half the charm of, it would be Audrey Hepburn.
But…. doesn’t it bother you (ok I might be speaking for myself here since I am still surrounded by a lot of dumb people in school) that girls always quote Audrey or talk about Audrey but have never seen any of her movies? Breakfast at Tiffany’s doesn’t even count since ever single living human being has seen it. I hate that. When people are like that with anyone it bothers me.. i.e. Marilyn Monroe (never seen her in anything, never cared for her *runs* so I don’t talk about her but, she’s a good example) and Andy Warhol. the next jackass I see going around flaunting photos of any of them or quoting any of them… blah! I don’t know, this is probably just a pretentious rant, but it drives me crazy. You don’t know something about someone by carrying around a tote bag with their face on it.
like okay, what the fuck is this?
Actually… this post thus far reminds me of THIS
Here are some highlights that reminded me of me/friends/assorted hipsters:
In college, most hipsters study photography, graphic design, English literature, creative writing, or some kind of history so that when they graduate, they’ll be unemployed and spend their days listening to music and attending Cut Copy concerts.
They prefer to have a full bed or larger so they have room to sleep with their MacBook, iPhone, Moleskine, a pile of dirty American Apparel clothes, a copy of last month’s “Nylon”, an ashtray full of Parliaments, and an empty beer bottle or two.
They love and vicariously live through “Gossip Girl” because they don’t have the money or power to act that way in real life. Also, god forbid, they’d most likely lose a few Facebook friends if they were that bitchy.
Be warned: when they’re driving in the passenger seat of your car, they *will* change the song or radio station without your permission.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: martha stewart, new york city, nyc, omg, photography, travel, wtf
Maybe I should blog about something that is of any substance/interest for a change.
Before I start into all the interesting stuff, Martha Stewart made me cookies.
I wish I was kidding when I said that. I wish I meant Martha Stewart as a nickname for someone I know that is good at baking, but I mean the Martha Stewart. THE. MARTHA! I don’t know why. I’m not sure if I should eat them or fossilize them and stare at them for all eternity? That woman is my hero.
I am going to New York City (!!!!!!!11oneoneone1~) on Thursday morning (it’s so early in the morning it’s basically still Wednesday night) so I won’t be updating this (tear tear, I know you’re hurt) for a while. I will be coming back late Sunday night (so late it’s basically Monday morning) and I will be pooped out for a while I’m sure. But whatever. I’ve been to NYC before for like, a day, so this is my first real time there. I’m so excited. Excited is the biggest understatement in the world. I’m afraid that once I go I will never want to come back…
I don’t know what the hell we’re doing besides the art stuff. I think we have a ton of free time. Suggestions for fun things to do, anybody?
I cannot wait to be back in action taking photos. I have essentially stopped photographing anything around here because if it’s around here, I guarantee I’ve photographed it. I’m taking like, a trillion cameras and it’s taking up a shitload of my carry on space but that’s all worth it to me. I cannot wait to be somewhere new and breathe new air and experience the city life again. the only places in the world I feel right are big cities.
I am feeling the cheesy New York music right now. I am listening to some lame/awesome Frank Sinatra… and “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters” by Elton John.
Anyway, I’m off to continue to spaz over packing everything into a tiny suitcase, charging all my cameras, updating my iphone and ipod, and to generally freak out like the school girl I am.
It’s all happening
Back soon(ish). x
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I found this and I thought it would be a good thing to fill out on here. It’s Sunday and I have time to do nothing aka this blog entry. Honestly, this is so difficult I don’t know how accurate it will be. Bear with me, I promise you this is interesting.
Name 5 People that Inspire You the Most:
Well this is hard, I think I’m going to choose 1 person from different areas of my interests… you’ll see.
1. Barack Obama. Could that be any more cliche at this point, but it’s true. America has never felt like home to me, but as soon as I got involved in politics and heavily involved in the Obama campaign it started to feel like home. The entire process just made me feel American; and as soon as he got elected I wasn’t ashamed anymore to say it. Maybe when I travel this year I’ll talk loudly in my obnoxious accent without feeling ashamed. I mean, you all know how I feel about this man so it’s useless to talk about it anymore 
2. Richard Avedon. Easily my favourite photographer of all time (he might only POSSIBLY compete with Leibovitz, Mick Rock, or maybe Furmanovsky for favourite). I felt ridiculously uninspired in photography over the last 6 or 8 months until I came across his book Performance in Barnes & Noble. I had a fucking epiphany looking through it. I think the way he captures people on film is something only very, very, very few people are truly good at. He is the ultimate master of studio photography. I honestly get emotional looking at his pictures. I just think he’s incredible.
3. My friends. Meaning my true friends. Most of them don’t live here. Most of them are in the same situation as I am, hating where they live and using art to escape mentally from some type of prison. The people that are reading this are probably who I’m talking about. Most of them take amazing pictures and inspire me every day. They are the only people I know that ask me what’s up with me, that ask me what’s going on, that give me music recommendations and can talk to me about anything. People around here are just waiting to talk, my other friends are just waiting to listen. And that alone is inspiring, to know that there are at least SOME people like that in the world.
4. Jean-Luc Godard/Stanley Kubrick/Paul Thomas Anderson. I can’t pick one. Godard for increasing my love for cinema and breaking all the rules. Kubrick for making a good majority of my favourite and (and what I believe to be) best films ever. And Paul Thomas Anderson for making There Will Be Blood, that introduced me to cinema and the art that it is.
5. Noel Gallagher. As lame as it sounds, this man is inspiring to me. He isn’t a poet and I don’t really think he’s an artist. Some of his lyrics are flat out ridiculous. Who cares? Noel is a hope that you can do anything you want to do. Absolutely anything (this actually kind of relates back to Obama; is there a theme going on here?!). You can get out of whatever situation you’re in and you can really make a living doing the only thing you know how to do and the only thing you love the most to spend your life doing. I hate the people that tell you you can’t do things. Wtf? Of course you can. You can do absolutely anything and part of the reason why I believe that is because of my freakish love for Noel.
Name 5 Songs You Can’t Live Without:
1. Love Will Tear Us Apart – Joy Division. I don’t even know how to talk about this song. I think it’s fucking magic, and that’s about all I can say on that.
2. Don’t Look Back In Anger - Oasis. Okay picking 5 songs is impossible. I could go with essentially any Oasis song except “Little By Little” and listen to it every day for the rest of my life and never get tired. I don’t know what this song is about and I don’t give a fuck. It’s almost the best. I have like, 25 versions of this song or something. I’d take any one of them.
3. A Certain Romance – Arctic Monkeys. This is the best song of the last decade. Don’t even bother arguing with me.
4. Like A Rolling Stone – Bob Dylan. Picking a Dylan song was nearly impossible but I think this song is necessary on anyone’s list of 5 songs you can’t live without.
5. Tumbling Dice – The Rolling Stones. This was my first “favourite song ever.” The Stones are still the best band from the ’60s hands down and this is from the best (yes, you heard me, THE best) album ever made, Exile on Main Street. No other Stones song is as good as this. It just makes me think of hanging out with Mick Keith and the Boys in the French Riviera in the summer of 71 just kickin back and making the best piece of music ever. Whoa.
I don’t know how I just picked those. I can’t believe I didn’t have room for a Smiths song or “(Song For My) Sugar Spun Sister” by the Stone Roses. I know if you asked me tomorrow my answers might be different (bar the first two songs). I was always kind of against claiming a song/songs as your favourite/s. Setting apart 5 minutes of music as better than millions of other songs always got me.
Name 5 Places You’d Go to If You Could Time Travel:
1. Paris, 1968. Or Paris at any time 40 years of before. Seeing a film in Paris in the ’60s was an experience. My favourite thing ever is 1960s Paris. You know. I don’t need to explain. Jean-Paul Belmondo. That’s all I’m saying.
2. Woodstock, 1969. Before I got really into all the music I’m into now, classic rock was my thing. Those songs were my jams. Anything pre-1975 was just out. There was no way I was even going to think about listening to it. So, if I could go to Woodstock, get as high as a kite, and watch Jimi Hendrix, I don’t know what I’d do. It would be too good to even handle it.
3. Late 18th Century Versailles. I would go and somehow be a royal and get in with the whole Marie Antoinette crowd. That entire period fascinates me. But of course I would only stay until the revolution. I would get out of there before the shit hit the fan.
(yes I know that’s from the film, my friends, but come on, if it was ANYTHING like that, tell me you wouldn’t want to be hanging out with her).
4. 1960s New York City. You know where I’m going with this. Andy Warhol, Edie Sedgwick, the Velvet Underground, ???Bob Dylan???. In one of my previous posts I told you that I love this period but I don’t know anything about it. I would love to witness this in person.
5. 1980s Manchester. I would see the Smiths perform live. Necessary. I love that band so much. I would give my fucking first born to see them live.
5 Things You Hate:
lmfao. This is hard for me. I hate so many things. I’m not going to give you an explanation on why or else I will just get really, really infuriated.
1. Indifference. that is what I hate the most.
2. The Jonas Brothers/Miley Cyrus (they are one in the same).
3. When you’re drinking a big class of water and you have to tip the glass a lot and the ice cubes come crashing down on your face.
4. Jessica Alba
5. Not having all the clothes I want. This is what I really hate at the core of my being. Also not having the money to buy a Hasselblad. I fucking hate that.
5 Moments You Regret:
Ohhh shit, that’s deep. I really try not to regret. But I think all human beings regret about 5 things in their lives. I’ll write more trivial things for this one.
1. Not being in Grant Park, Chicago when Barack Obama won the 2008 election. I could have been, you know. Life’s about living, and I was too concerned with school, getting there and getting lost or being too far away. Chicago isn’t that far and I should have been there.
2. Being born a few years too late. I can’t really think of why, there are always so many times when I’m like “if I had just been born a couple years earlier…!” Nevermind.
3. Not taking as many risks as I should have.
4. Quitting my job. I kind of want it back. I’m skint.
5. I am not writing this here.
5 Names You Would Name Your Children and Why:
1. Liam. It wouldn’t be after Liam Gallagher so don’t get any ideas. I think Liam is a great name. I keep hearing it more and more which is odd. It’s so Irish, I fucking love it. My mom’s side would love me for that one.
2. François. I would do it, don’t dare me to. After Truffaut. Plus this name is just ballin.
3. Edie. I guess ever since I heard of Edie Sedgwick I always thought that was SUCH a cool name. It wouldn’t be in tribute to her or anything, I just think it’s a great name.
4. Anderson. I think Anderson Cooper has like, the best name ever. Anderson!? Like, are you kidding!? I love that name. I guess if I named my kid that I would say it was after a previously mentioned director in this entry. You don’t fuck with any Andersons.
5. Alright I need another girl’s name (obviously if I ever had a kid I’d want a boy). Er… Well… Let me think. Nothing ordinary. Girl’s names tend to be awful. Got it. Lucy. After Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds.
I also think that CLAUS VON BULOW is the best name of all time. But I couldn’t name my child that because it would be child abuse.
5 Things People Might Find Weird About You:
Just five!?
1. Whenever I’m in church (no, I don’t go to church in my free time, whenever I have to go in school) I always follow the big chandeliers on the ceiling down to see who they would fall on if they fell. Am I a sadist? Probably.
2. I think a LOT of old guys are hot. I’m talking like, 50-60. I think Jeremy Irons is the hottest person ever, and I’d hit it now even though he’s 60 years old. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t. I think a lot of people harbour these thoughts. Actually it’s probably just me.
best looking old guy award. I honestly love that old-guy-intellectual thing. AND look what he’s wearing in all of those! asdfjkldsfjsdsklfgjeklrsjdtg. I’d take him over his (hot) son any day, btw. But let’s look at him when he was young and dashing (he still is, but even more), please.
Irons is Lolita is just about the best thing ever.
3. Another old-guy-intellectual I find INCREDIBLE and INCREDIBLE-LOOKING is Daniel Day-Lewis. I don’t know what about DDL is fucking hot, I can’t pin point it and I don’t want to.
and he is my favourite actor of all time.
4. I always think about food poisoning when I’m not eating at my house. Any other place I eat I think of food poisoning.
5. This probably relates to the last one, but I am terrified of throwing up. TERRIFIED. I haven’t done it in like, 8 years. I am absolutely horrified of it.
And Finally, 5 Things You Want to Happen in the Next 10 Years:
can these be idealistic?
1. We’ll be out of Iraq. There is no question in my mind. I just need it to happen. Now. 2 more Americans died today, this is getting ridiculous.
2. The United States will stop relying on foreign oil and use much alternative energy.
3. I will move to Paris or London with my hot boyfriend and never see anyone from this place ever again. 
Yeah.
4. I’ll be fucking rich.
5. The world will agree to abolish nuclear weapons. This won’t happen, but I like to be delusional.
WOW. Now that was difficult. I hope you all do that. it would be interesting to read. Let’s end on this note.
a shot buy Guy Bourdin. I was looking at his photos last night. Inspiration.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bitchfest, disney, hannah montana, i don't even know why i'm tagging this as music, joe jonas, miley cyrus, music, rant, shitfest, the jonas brothers, wtf
I wrote this last night as a note on facebook, and it has 70 comments now. I’m pasting it here and hopefully there will be feedback on it
This country used to produce some of the best music. We never matched with Britain, who churned out bands like the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Who, the Kinks, David Bowie, in the ’60s, and still has music that needs to be discovered from that era. It was all so good. I can’t imagine living through that. ANYWAY, off topic. They had led punk rock movement with the Sex Pistols and the Clash. They had the Jam. They had Madchester in the 80s. The Stone Roses. The Smiths. Happy Mondays. They continued to do it through the ’90s as well, a terrible generation otherwise, with the invented Britpop (alright, I’m biased here, obviously) with Oasis, Blur, Pulp, Suede (who is actually shit, but who cares) etc. They even continued it up until this day with bands like Arctic Monkeys. Britain has always kicked our ASS in music. And…. although we have been floundering around the last couple decades for a breath of fresh air, and tried hard at times, and come close at seldom, I feel that…….. the end is near.
The end is near, you hopefuls. Because this band. This. One. Band. is going to be the absolute end, the apocalypse, the armageddon of American music.
Everything that America was at one point, (although always second-best musically) a rather progressive, unique culture (i.e. Hendrix, Neil Young [EDIT- in my hungry fatigue and shopping for images, I incorrectly labelled this genius as American. he is actually from the hometown of Rochelle], Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead, and even the shitfest that was Nirvana and Pearl Jam in the ’90s) is absolutely coming to an end. With Tim Leary leading the psychedelic movement in Cali in the ’60s, people taking acid and generally rambling about bullshit, is over. It is all over because of The JoBros. Is that what they call them?
I mean, I really feel like I missed the boat on this one, guys. I really feel like I’m missing something.
America went from this:
to this:
in a span of 40 years.
Now that is impressive and is only a feat that this shitty country could claim their own.
When did America become a country of Disney and virginity? I have NO problem with Disney (acid trip Alice and Wonderland, anyone? What about that hottie Dimitri inAnastasia!? ANYONE HEARING ME!?) and NO problem with virginity so don’t take this the wrong way. BUT. I have an issue when this is what this country stands for. I hate the Jonas Brothers flaunting their fucking bullshit promise rings more than I hate people flauting the details of their sex lives. I just want to know where all this crap originated from. You know… I don’t think I would have a HUGE issue with this if it was just JUST little kids listening to JoBros and Hannah fuckoffanddie Montana (I actually hate her more than the subject of this note, but I can’t write a note about her. If the school found it I would get expelled) but it is MY FRIENDS. PEOPLE MY AGE ARE GOING TO SEE THESE PEOPLE PLAY MUSIC. LIVE. GET ON THAT, LIVE!!!!!! What. the.FUCK. That is appalling to me and I no longer want to be associated with these people.
This is pop culture of hypocrisy. The JoBros flaunt their virginity and Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana (girl, like the Who said, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? THAT FIRST ONE CAN’T BE REAL EITHER, CAN IT?!) flaunts her slutiness. Can I direct you to her google image page? I can’t even save a picture to post it. My macbook is going to get rabies. Or herpes. Or a new disease that only HM can breed. This girl is like, I don’t know, 12? 16? WHATEVER. THIS IS DISGUSTING. This girl is porn.
I hope that America can see its way out of this crisis. This is honestly a bigger crisis than the American economy. AND THAT IS SAYING SOMETHING. THAT IS REALLY SAYING SOMETHING. There have been glimpses of hope along the way. The Killers were promising for a while but they’re kind of dead now. Anyone else that is relatively good (i.e. Kings of Leon) are only popular in Europe because if anyone in this country is seen smoking a cigarette or being bleeped on MTV then it’s like, this huge ordeal. I don’t understand this and I never will. I just really, really missed the boat on this Disney thing. I DON’T UNDERSTAND. It seems like everyone else can produce normal music. I am hopeful in America’s hat, Canada. Even Iceland has fucking Sigur Ros. what the hell, everyone. What the hell.
I’m only tagging people I think will agree with me because not only do I know I’m right, I don’t care about the other side of this argument. I know I forgot people. But I do actually want to hear what anyone who listens to the JoBros thinks of this note. Mostly so I can laugh at you for the rest of your life. But I do hope that everyone and their mother read this.
I’m also tagging a shitload of foreigners because I want to know what you think of this.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bastards, boycott, dunkin donuts, fuck this fucking place, FUCK THIS SHIT, FUCK YOU, incompetence, shit, wtf
I have a new place to boycott.
FUCK YOU. FUCK. YOU. YOU FUCKING SAD FUCKING BASTARDS. I HOPE YOU ALL ROT IN FUCKING HELL. BTW THAT FUCKING COFFEE IN THAT FUCKING PICTURE LOOKS TERRIBLE.
So. I just drove to Dunkin Fucking Donuts (THEY CAN’T SPELL ANYTHING FUCKING RIGHT IN THIS COUNTRY, CAN THEY?). After a really appalling day at school and a really appalling rest of the week I was like, alright, coffee is a must. Right now. So I drove to DD in the hope of some refuge in the form of coffee. I had a bad feeling about this trip before I even had my issue. The motherfucker in front of me in the drive-thru took about, like, 7 minutes to get his shit? But I won’t blame the sad bastard employees for that one. He got way too much shit for his own good. Like 3 fucking boxes of donuts. GO INSIDE YOU SAD BASTARD. THE DRIVE THRU IS FOR COFEE. Then I pull up, and the bitch at the window is all “sorry, what did you order again?” And I said my thing and she like, charges me so fucking cheap for it. I’m like, is that it!? And she’s all, yeah , that’s it *bitch face.*
THEN. THEN. She comes to the window like 3 minutes later and is all “actually it’s 3.50″ or whatever the fuck she said, and I was like, I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT AND I DO NOT EVEN WORK HERE. AND I’M NOT EVEN A REGULAR. So I’m angry about these incompetent people already. She takes my money and comes back to the window like 5 MINUTES LATER. And is like, can you pull up? It’ll just take a couple minutes. And I’m like, well, there’s no one behind me. And she’s like “err….. okay….” And I’m like wtf~??!?!!?!?!?!? WHY DOES IT MATTER WHERE I SIT IN MY VEHICLE. Then some other dumb ho comes to the window and is like “you need to pull up. We’re on a time thing.” First of all, I have ABSOLUTELY NO BLOODY IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS. TIME THING? But I think I do know what she means because my brain capacity is larger than hers. I think they get timed on how long it takes them to do something. So I pull up like, 3 feet and I was so mad I didn’t say “well then maybe I should sit here and see how much longer it takes you so your fucking manager can fire you and give your job to someone who fucking needs it.” AND THE GIRL WAS LIKE, HAVING AN ATTITUDE WITH ME TOO. I WAS LIKE. YOU ARE NOT GIVING ME A TUDE RIGHT NOW YOU INCOMPETENT SAD WANKER
I’m sitting in front of the fucking drive thru window for like. 4 more minutes. I can’t deal with this. I fucking drove away. with no money. and definitely no coffee. I left my 4 dollars with that fucking bitch and drove the fuck away. Then major road rage proceeded to occur .I cannot even tell you how angry I was and how angry I still am. That was like, a half hour of my life that I want back. holy shit I’m SO ANGRY ABOUT THIS.
I am now boycotting this place. I hope none of you go there. Go anywhere but here.
These sad INCOMPETENT BASTARDS. oh my god. I hope one day to live in a world where people like this don’t exist.
In other news, my girl Eva Mendes had the most enviable dress of all time at the Golden Globes last night.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: cards, drawing, friends, holidays, london, noel gallagher, paris, school, travel, UK, wtf
I kind of forgot about writing in here for a few days.
I went back to school yesterday. It was appalling. The entire experience. School is so pointless to me at this point. And that for me is the hardest thing to do, go through something you don’t want to when there is absolutely no purpose to it.
I don’t know what to blog about. Does anyone else hate the ‘b’ word?
OH HERE’S SOMETHING. I’m going back to London. For the first time in two years. In June. My best friend’s parents are taking us and we’re using their friend’s flat. It’s 10 minutes walking distance from Hyde Park. I can’t even deal with that awesome. And well, the plan for about a year was we were going to spend a fortnight in Paris. But I can deal with being in London and commuting to Paris a couple times. Wow. I need to get all the info about it and let you all know what it looks like. This news is the ONLY thing getting me past finals.
In other news, Patrice sent me this wonderful thing in the mail:
a homemade holiday card. It made my day
And in other other news, Abby drew Noel. And it’s fucking incredible. LOOK AT IT BIG.
This post has been utterly useless. I hope you are all doing fantastic.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: confession, gossip girl, oh no, penn badgley, wtf
Wow. Okay. This is really embarrassing, but I’m going to admit it.
I might lose some friends over this, but I hope you all know I love you very, very much. You all mean the world to me and I don’t want to lose you over anything, especially this.
I have…. a problem.
I’m obsessed with Gossip Girl.
I hope that you can all find a place in your hearts to forgive me for this hypocrisy. But this show… is the best thing since sliced bread (or since the OC, oops, there’s anothing coming out [of the closet] party favour).
I think it might be the clothes that are displayed on this show. It’s mindblowing, these fucking clothes. I want them all. Even the ones I don’t want, I want. I don’t know what it is. I started watching the season DVDs with my friend yesterday. We’ve literally already watched 12 episodes. THAT’S A LOT OF TIME SPENT WATCHING THAT SHOW. But the jackets… the shoes… the accessories… I think I’ve lost my mind. I would like to be a member of the upper crust of the upper east side for a few days. Just to walk around in heels and prep school clothing without needing an excuse for it. Do you know what I mean though? It’s like… watching it was like, so addictive. We still have 6 more episodes. Shit.
If I can grasp onto any shred of integrity I might still have embedded in my artsy, pretentious self, I hope I can hold on to that by telling you there was a reference to Truffaut’s The 400 Blows. Does that help? At all? Okay no, didn’t think so.
And everything about Penn Badgley is appealing to me.
I hope that I still have my friends in spite of this post. I just felt I needed to be open to you about this situation, and I hope one of you is a closet fan too.
I’ll leave you with that thought.
