the past weekend was super fantastic one, but i'll tell you more about it later. promise.
ok. this whole things is going to sound so so soooo lame, but i feel 100% lucky. you see, today (while on the way back from new york) my bruv and i were rear-ended pretty badly on the interstate. i'll spare you the details, but i was definitely freaked out. like, TOTALLY freaked out. the car we were in is wasted for sure...doors jammed, broken glass, twisted metal, me getting pulled out of the driver side window, etc. thank goodness nobody got hurt, though. i've had my share of nasty car accidents, and i am done thanks. done. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! my brain is a heap of mush right now, and this sounds like some kind of weird livejournal entry?! ha ha ew. but yeah, i got very lucky.
right now i am so in love with every person, place, and thing. this happens from time to time. oops ha ha. my friends, and my favorite people are as good as gold. i am pretty sure that they know who they are :)
i'm going to go hide now. or cry. or drink iced coffee while getting crazy with the dvr. it's a game of "choose your own adventure."
for some reason i brought up patti mayonnaise in an email today. because of this, and because i really enjoy people who look like real life "Doug" characters, i decided to google her.
fun nostalgia ensued until i came upon this gem. um, what? i love urbandictionary.com and all, but that's foul yo. ha ha mostly because i totally hate mayo. HATE. all the same, that site super amusing.
aaand as i typed this Aaliyah came on in my itunes :)
Thanks to The Bug and Warrior Queen's unforeseen visa problems (thanks again U.S. government), New York's preeminent bass crew was left scrambling this week, but damn if they didn't put together another all-star lineup. They've enlisted Baltimore club king Dave Nada, Toronto's Rory Them Finest, and a very special surprise guest from Mad Decent. Trust us, the surprise guest is no joke. On top of all that, T&B residents Drop the Lime, Math Head, Star Eyes, and The Captain will also be dropping bombs throughout the evening.
so plans have changed, but it still looks like it'll be ridiculous. um, a special guest from mad decent?! i may even text myself there ;)
sometimes when it looks like i am feverishly texting people, i'm actually making lists and observations. writing myself little notes. the result is usually incredible. ha ha if by incredible you mean words mashed up like banana sauce. this has become a trend with me, unfortunately.
last friday i went to the dub war in nyc by myself. as a person who is recovering from like the worst foot injury ever this is a big deal. i made it to new york early, so i went to pregame it at the continental on 3rd right off of st. marks place. they have a "buy 5 shots for 10 bucks!" special, but i was flying solo and could not partake. i did, however, order a yeungling. it was nice and cold, mad max was playing the big screen, and "safety dance" was playing on the juke box. amazing. i eventually left the continental as it was chock full o' nyu kids who were easily just above the legal drinking age. ha ha i'm old. i got to the dub war super early, and i took part in the $3.00 PBR spesh, as their beers are usually $7.00. storing beers in my purse and shit. my buddies arrived late, but i still had a blast! drank a little too much, which made me dance real real hard. at around 4am i left with my friend kasper as we were probably both ready to die. i said goodbye to my lovely NEPA pals, and went straight to grays papaya. papaya juice + hot dogs when you're drunk is a pretty rad combo. that sentence was kind of weird? but yeah, kasper let me crash out at his place which was very nice of him. he's a good egg. the next day i wanted to go see a show or something, but new york was soooooooooo hot that i needed to get my ass on a bus. while riding said bus i started, uh, feverishly texting myself memories of the weekend, and this is what came out:
sweating my hair is dreading up i lost my eyeliner last night i thought i lost my deodorant i talk too much drinking and skanking putting icy hot on in public bass faces so hot that coins stick to my ass on other people's furniture vindictive hot sauce on gyros mango pulp juice me always knowing what to say seeing shandy's ex-boyfriend on bedford avenue missing everyone all the time hottie door knocker earrings be kanye! just hanging out i'm thinking what are you thinking mad max on tv falling in love with jamba juice some t shirt that says "i need good head" scrounging for magazine money mmm chocolate croissant
yay lists! ha ha what a mess, though XD making a cassarole out of the english language since 1980, that's me.
yeeeaaah. pictures from the aforementioned weekend are soon to come. i seem to have lost my usb cord? shocker.
today i keep listening to "narc" by interpol. ha i remember when kristen and i would heckle carlos d. at shows. i don't remember why? as much as i enjoy "narc" please feel free to suggest other songs that should be stuck in my head.
but yeah, for a while i've been mildly obsessed with a movie called "spasmo." now, i've only seen the trailer for this "spasmo", and it may very well be a piece of crap but whatever. i mean, look!
judging from IMDB's plot description it looks ace: "Christian (Robert Hoffman) and his girlfriend are taking a walk on a deserted beach when they discover a woman's body lying. A closer look proves that she's alive. The next day Christian meets her again at a yacht party and they fall in love. Later at a nearby motel, something weird happens as they prepare to go to bed together: An intruder breaks in and starts beating Christian who accidentally shoots him with his own gun. A few hours later they find out that the corpse is missing and a series of weird incidents takes place. Written by Ørnås."
well if it's written by Ørnås then sign me up! j/k, i don't know who Ørnås is. i swear.
also, check out this short film called "freak slaughter."
it will be my first time flying solo to one of these as ben is going camping, friends aren't going to be around, etc. it's totally cool, though. like, i know a bunch of fantastic people that will be in attendance. i'm still having an issue finding a place to crash, buuuut if worse comes to worse i'll catch a train to long island. ha ha i just wasn't too stoked on penn station at 5 a.m. you know? always an adventure.
people used to dream about the future. oooh! ha ha wasn't that a clothing line? are they still around? i wish that the x girl clothing brand still existed. i had an awesomely red baby t-shirt by them back in like '95. so nice.
here's what they predicted millennial fashion would be about back in 1930.
four years ago i met a very special puppy. he's the kind of dog that hugs you back, and he's just funny to watch in general. donnie's kind of like a sloth, ewok, panda bear, mogwai hybrid. sooo cute :) anyway, today is his fifth birthday so i am totally dorking out. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONNIE!!!
love your mom,
yeah. i kind of need this shirt for obvious reasons.
also, try watching this and NOT smiling. i'm kinda lame.
aaaand i give your Rusko Star's hit "Attention Whore." oh yes.
"i think i love myself!" omigod omigod i'm officially dead. DEAD. i can't hate though, you know that this would totally be on my ipod if it weren't broken ;) ha ha this Rusko STAR sounds just like this German au-pair guy named Bjorn that I met, like, a million years ago. he bought me a bottle of The Body Shop's oceanus perfume. shit smelled super fresh. his boyfriend's name was Yentz.
ok, so back when i was single kristen and alison decided that i'd totally be into the disney country bears if they were human. ha ha ha my friends rule!
lol @ around 2:11. "she aint purdy, well i aint too. the things we like are the things we do. my woman aint purdy but she don't swear none. she's kinda heavy, don't weigh a ton. she's my woman through and through, i love her only cuz her heart is true."
ha ha oh suede. i used to have that hot action on cassette when i was, like, 12. awkward crushes on ~*certain*~ band members ensued, of course ;) i remember how my parents wouldn't let me order a t-shirt that depicted the album cover. scandalous.
the night is young. i may venture out into mountain town for a drink or two, or i may not! might be the kinda night to drink some tecate, send creepy texts, and watch some video on demand. next weekend will be a lot more exciting, i promise! :)
ok, i like empathy and all. it's so cool! yay empathy! all the same, it kind of sucks when it gets the best of you and makes you think the worst. i tend to take things personally when my favorite people are sour. kinda sucks. but yeah, i like how pms tries to give you all of these reasons to be upset (especially when you're about to take a 5 hour bus ride home). all of this digging...it's like your an archaeologist of PAIN lol lol. oh man. i won't do it this time. no thanks. i'm going to ride the bus back to stroudsburg and i'm going to laugh for no reason, read girly magazines, keep reading "snuff" (yay chuck palahniuk!), going drink some of harrisburg dairie's finest iced tea, and i am going to get cozy with my ipod. tonight's going to be one of those wine and cheese + DVR nights, i can feel it. see you in stroudsburg. you're all as good as gold, trust me.
so i had a nasty little (ok, not so little) auto accident about half a year ago. the aforementioned accident left me with casts on both legs, and a splint on one arm.
after a while i started rockin' a knee brace on my left leg. eventually the other cast's time came to an end as well, and i switched to an orthopedic boot.
i'll spare you the scary "my right leg is skinnier than my left leg, and i've got a crooked foot!" pictures. things have changed since then.
but yeah, i soon lost the leg brace and eventually lost the orthopedic boot.
my legs look like this again, buuuut (after the good doctor built me a new heel bone) am now not allowed to wear heels.
i ordered a pair of custom molded shoes (black flats) from some orthodics shoemaker, but they were like $328.00 and never came anyway. these days i've been switching off between a pink pair of sauconys, black clarks bostonian loafer/sneakers, and *GASP* black croc maryjanes. these options are lacking in the realm of style, but my foot requires hardcore arch support, and a simulated rocker bottom. it's like the cool shoes haven't got any sole.
ahh i loooove flats, but i can't handle them right now. even my precious moccasins felt like ass :( problematic heel bones are no picnic, so i am willing to sacrifice style over comfort, obvi. ha ha the other day i totally almost bought a pair of neon green filas. awesome. but yeah, if you have any ideas as to what comfortable AND stylish shoes should be gracing my feet please let me know. they must look good with tacky earrings and anything from dresses, leggings, and jeans (skinny and boot cut).
your help is greatly appreciated. you are fantastic.