we keep getting further and further

things of note:

-it has been impossible to find the zombies on vinyl. i don't understand. i even looked in a record store in austin. i guess that was my problem, though.

-i am officially growing my hair out. but before i could do that, i had to get a 'style' cut into it. so my fr ugh, this was even boring me to write.

-i'm going to albuquerque in a week with my pal liz because she wants to see the hot air balloon deal and i want to exacerbate my vertigo and do the sandia tram thing. if you don't know what i'm talking about, that's okay. i'm too lazy to look up what the actual names of the shit i'm talking about are.

-my uncle and his gf took me and liz out to a club on saturday night while i was in san antonio. he told me before we went that they played really good 80s music, like depeche mode and erasure, but that he hadn't been in a while. when we got there and i heard the music they were playing, i asked him if the last time he'd been there was actually in the 80s.

-we got the drunken "this is the alamo" tour by my uncle at 1:00 a.m.

the air is nice and crisp outside but it certainly doesn't warrant bubble jackets or peacoats. i see a lot of bike rides to the tall texan in my immediate future. (the tall texan is a country bar in the heights that serves .75 CHALICES of shiner.) i will be missing acl this year to go to new mexico but i really only wanted to see girls and beach house. oh wait.. and sonic youth. well, i've seen 2 out of 3 (haven't seen girls) and i'd rather go on a road trip.

i'll leave you (whoever you may be) with this music video of a song that has been stuck in my head since saturday night, thanks to that SUPER COOL club my uncle took us to.

HOLD UP--um, apparently this is enrique iglesias? i guess his motto is now that his mole is gone, he's redefining himself. this song truly sucks and i wish i could stop thinking about it.

dumb

I just saw some girls in peacoats, wtf? It's still like 65 degrees outside, calm down. I don't know why that annoys me so badly but it does. Houstonians are stupid.

10/6/10

i'm a lover of mostly every woody allen movie yet his newest effort, "you will meet a tall dark stranger," doesn't really pique my interest.



eh, who am i kidding. i'll probably go see it anyway.

cringe

today is "hug a vegetarian/vegan day." um, no thanks.

if you say so

so, i got called "the female clark kent" by an old drunk guy named butch last night, presumably because of my glasses. or it could be because of my heat vision, i guess.

yuss

the cranberries were the shit. are the shit? this video is fucking retarded, though, and dolores is totally rocking the 1998 look.

on a roll, it seems

just had to throw it out there that my stepdad is the shit. he used to buy me yikes pencils and trolls and more recently a copy of the little mermaid on vhs that he picked up from a garage sale. he knew i was missing it from my extensive collection, he said. man, prince eric used to give me a metaphorical boner. ew, that was kind of gross, to talk about boners and my stepdad in the same sentence. um, okay i'm going to stop now.

editor's note: hehe, if read quickly, it appears that i said my stepdad said that prince eric gave him a boner.

not the one with the girl with lyme disease

i don't know, reality tv seems like such an insipid thing now, but i remember being ENTHRALLED with the cast of the real world: miami in 1996. and i just found out i can watch all the episodes for free on my laptop. holy shit. i know what i'm doing this weekend.



editor's note: of course i can fucking watch it on my laptop, i could also watch it on a regular computer. i don't know why i made that bizarre distinction, as if the laptop were the only means of quenching my thirst for meaningless filth. hey, at least it's not the kardashians.

um

am I the only one who didn't know uncle phil was the voice of shredder in the original tmnt tv series?

When does a dream become a nightmare?

Good question.

miscommunication

i eat breakfast every day around 9 and lunch around noon. i don't eat a lot but enough, and always aim for something healthy. i don't load up on carbs that leave me superficially full or anything. so, then, why is it that every day at 3 pm i'm FUCKING STARVING LIKE I HAVEN'T EATEN SHIT ALL DAY?!

that was then

when i was younger, my parents would take me and my brothers with them to parties sometimes. it didn't happen too often and only when the housekeeper was going home for the weekend, i suppose. i recall everybody having something to do except for me. my brothers would hang out with my parents' friends' kids and i would play with the dog, if they had one, or wander into my parents' friends' bedrooms to scope out their adjoining bathrooms. i don't know what it was about bathtubs that enthralled me but i certainly measured a person's financial success by whether they had a bathtub with water jets and fancy soap and shit. but, i digress.

by the end of the evening, i'd find my mother sitting on a couch and go crawl into her lap, ostensibly to sleep. something was very comforting about the smell of wine on her breath and the way her chest would vibrate when she'd laugh as i laid against it. her laugh was a pretty, tinkling noise. something about the fact that i'm 25 now and suppose i'll never lay on my mother's chest again is so sad to me. i guess i could, but she's like 5 inches shorter and weighs about 50 pounds less than i do.

lucky for me

the power of the internet is amazing, or something. i just took an appointment for a prospective client who had a pretty sexy voice. i figured i'd look him on facebook as soon as we hung up and i did and he's fucking ugly and has a fade. that's a bummer. i'm always wrong about voice > face matches.

terrible and true

I sometimes always throw away pennies. i'm not in any financial position to throw any money away, but pennies seem so inconsequential. they just stick to gum wrappers in my purse and get my hopes up when i'm looking for silver coins. now, silver coins i keep. but admittedly, nickels are also kind of annoying. for their size, they're really not worth shit.

nu chus

got these at target for 16 bucks. faux suede. man, i go through man-made material shoes so quick! D:

i'm not able to upload the photo for some bs reason so here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/23905926@N07/4973677969/