so tired

i'm ridiculously sleeping these days. i went to bed last night around 11:30 after a failed saint patricks day. failed = no beer. though we did get shamrock shakes. which are a national treasure. spinning killed me. hip hop funk was much better. i applied for a job at a men's vintage store. tis all!

to hell with housework, i'm going to bingo

i actually really like housework. i only like bingo when i'm in the mood. and even then only one game. maybe two if the second game is blackout or postcard.

i like housework because it's a easy way to get a sense of accomplishment. it's the same with sewing or knitting or anything you literally do with your hands. there's a finished, tangible product. i can literally see the stack of dishes i washed. it's very rewarding. i can't wait to have a kitchen next year.

leaving for the cal-ee-forn-eye-eh tomorrow bright and early. yay for helrin and caitlin time! it should be nice. i think i'll get some reading done.

i also think i'm done with drinking. i have other things i want to do. and i only really enjoy doing it in the company of my loves and lovers. i'm making active changes. but right now i'm just packing.

graceful in the morning light

bought this new top today; also bought the fleet foxes cd and the new animal collective.
spent time with drew. then liz junior. then jonah and his new woman and liz jr. and dan fer and habrash and both minor and major barry and gabby and sarah d and tasia and courtney b and black warrior. with guest appearances by ben c. and ben's mom and mr. and mrs. hanes. delightful. shit went down though. sleeping with people really complicates things to an absurd level. {edit}

is that yo chick?

people you know.
(missy elliot has been, is, and always will be the shit. fact.)

things i wanted to write:
1. i love driving. love it love it love it love it love it. which leads into. . .
2. i love singing in cars. with the music so loud you can't even hear yourself or anyone else around you.
3. i love shamrock shakes
4. i love bonfires.
5. i love my friends.
6. seven one seven to infinity and beyond. straight on 'til morning.
7. i'm a storyteller. an excellent story teller. i'm just like my mother in that respect.
8. i missed my mom so much. i'm so excited for california with her. i can't believe how ridiculously blessed i am to have such a fantastic family. both blood relatives and bond relatives.
9. there's no place like home.
10. string instruments are vastly superior to all other instruments. so much so that i actually bought songs off of itunes. which is pretty freaking extreme.

tomorrow:
banana for breakfast.
bike and a movie.
salvation army.
target and the plaza. (sports bra, eye makeup, hair brush, flats)
squids
liz junior hang out

i love crafty mom blogs

names for my nonexistent children who will someday exist:
:Dorothy
:Russell
:Lena Viola
:Allen
:Salinger (Sal)
:Oscar
:Sebastian
:Charlotte
:Matilda (Mattie; Tilly)
:Ferdinand (Fern)
:Oliver
:Ernie
:Simon
:Crispen
:Maxwell

i'm really struggling for ways to procrastinate.

i've been blogging a lot

i believe it boils down to two reasons:
1) i'm trying to put other things off
2) i feel really full and want to empty out the content of my being.

{edit}

major barry coming tomorrow.
must get film paper done tonight.
i can almost taste the 717.
tastes like diner food.

feel more like a stranger each time i come home

things i don't like:
1. slow walkers.
2. making out to techno.
3. having to initiate things.
4. olives.