Another Round of Golf Anyone?

Morality

2009-03-23T15:30:00.002-05:00

An event occurred in my life that made me angry.
I wrote a big blog about it. A mean blog. A very hurtful blog. A blog that released the most intimate and secretive details of someones true character. Not my character...someone else.
But then I realized I'm better than that. And I don't think I'll post it.
It was a good one though. Just like the old days. Inappropriate.
So...I'm going to chips II on Friday and I'll do a photo blog then. Because...it sounds like it will be colorful and disgusting.

Roomate2

2009-02-25T00:03:00.006-06:00

Over the summer, it was brought to my attention that Patrick (my current roommate) looks very much like Nick Jonas, the youngest (and might I add most talented of the) Jonas Brother(s). This was brought to my attention by Ms. Sara Machi. Who I think really likes the Jonas Brothers. Well, they've been everywhere lately, those JB's. On Conan, SNL, the Grammys, everywhere. And I told Patrick that at some point, we were going to go the mall and dress him up LIKE a Jonas Brother and take pictures to send to Sara in the UK. This is our story:

We went to the Ridgmar Mall the the Niemans, and they had the perfect Jonas Brothers clothes in their tiny tiny mens department. But unfortunately, Patrick is tiny and they didn't carry any sizes that fit him, which made me very mad because there were these perfect white pants and vest and paisley shirts and everything. So we went to Macys.

Macy's also doesn't carry Patricks size in anything. Apparently dpt. stores sizes for dudes starts at 32 and he's like a 28. He's like a size 0 in girl pants. Macys was an utter waste of time but this mannequin was there. Is he about to be hit in the groin?

Is he getting head? Nobody knows. But we didn't set him up like this. He was already in this position.

The lady at Macys said we should try the Banana Republic, which we did. And while I wasn't as pleased with the selection there, they did have ascots. And white pants. So, I made it work.

Now. This is Patrick dressed up as a Banana Republic Jonas Brother. Notice the purple ascot? Neckerchief, what are they called? The pants weren't tight enough. And he looked very nice. And kept saying, "No teenage boy would wear these clothes."

Nick Jonas has more afro.

Then we went to Blue Mesa, I had too many blue margaritas, went home and went to sleep. The end.

Hooray

2009-02-23T04:09:00.002-06:00

I know this is lame and I don't know her, but I'm very happy that Kate Winslet won the best actress award this year!!! Yay, she's my fav.

And even though my DVR cut out right before her name was announced (I was pissed) I watched her acceptance speech online and I can't wait to watch The Reader.

Yay Oscars! Yay frivolous award shows!

VomitAlert

2009-01-27T21:14:00.012-06:00

Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmerman. Grosses me out, and makes me remember why I became a vegetarian in the first place. I'm eating meat again now, it's hard for me to watch while eating a BLT. Or anything, really. But he is a super cool guy.

Here's a list of foods Andrew Zimmerman eats while people film him as interpreted by me:

beating frog heart

tarantulas

live lobster

"goober burger" (O.I.T.U.S.)

chicken uterus

suckling pig ear -- grossest thing I've ever seen

scorpions

mayonnaise fondue and milkshake

"unborn chicken egg"

stingray (which I will admit, I have eaten. I do not recommend Stingray) (I also think that Stingrays are the kittens of the sea and was very upset when I found out what I ate was a stingray. I thought it was something else)

turtles

rats

lots of balls. I did not draw anything for this because Natalie Dee and Drew from Toothpaste for Dinner already did it right. Please check out this site, Andrew Zimmerman Ate My Balls. I <3>

I love this guy.

Cabinfever

2009-01-25T03:51:00.004-06:00

I haven't been out of the house much lately. Well, for work. I only leave for work. Work has been insane. Oh, I do leave sometimes for American Idol at Alex and Jro's. Other than that, I'm usually just "B-E-A-T. Get ready to ignite". So, I spend a lot of time with my cat and roommate. And Harry Potter. Sometimes, all three. This is leading to alot of posts about my cat. My cat is my bff. Which, for realz, I know, it's sad. I know anyone reading this is SOOOO over my cat. But I'm not. She's just a baby, and I love her. Too much.

Patty and I were watching this movie featuring the guy that played Richard, the hotel tycoon Samantha loved in SATC. It's called "The Warriors". That's how he pitched it to me: "He's in Sex and the City." Like he's dangling some candy in my face, me -- arms crossed over my OshKoshBgosh's. It worked, and I liked it a lot, it was pretty cool. And then the cat started watching it to. She's been watching a lot of TV lately. She's watching Roseanne right now. With me, I'm watching Roseanne too.

Anyway, I think it's funny when my cat's attention span lasts long enough to actually watch tv. Also, I got cable this morning, well Satellite. Hoorays! And I just saw a commercial for this:

It's the Vagisil At Home Vaginal Screening Kit. Sorry dudes. Ladies, if you're having discharge that is ANYWHERE close to ANY of these colors...please seek medical attention immediately. Instead of going to CVS, wandering discreetly through the isles, gingerly grabbing the Vagisil At Home Vaginal Screening Kit, driving home, doing WHATEVER THE HELL you have to do to get a sample, and waiting around for it to read, rather than wasting that hour...just go to the nearest hospital or military base because I'm pretty sure you are turning into the Cloverfield monster. Or you are a dead person. Gross.

Brownies

2009-01-19T16:51:00.003-06:00

Jro and I made brownies. Magic brownies, with raspberry filling. And all I had was this heart shaped pan. And they were beautiful. And we devoured them, Jro, Alex, myself, Jro and Alex's new neighbor Aaron who is super cool, and Patrick played video games and refused to eat them because he "doesn't eat brownies. Or cake. It's a texture thing."

Whatever, Patrick. Whatever.

Catsloveme

2009-01-17T22:29:00.003-06:00

1) I bought Johns mattress when he moved to NYC. My dad and I put my old mattress by the dumpster in the parking lot. It's just sitting out there, and every day I walk past it to my car, I grow less and less nostalgic. There is just no room in a twin. 2)I am the mother of all cats.

As I was walking to my car the other day, I saw this image. And chuckled because I know...the cats knew it was mine. Because cats love me.

Sequence to follow.

*No this blog is not about cats.

IronyandKetchup

2009-01-08T22:00:00.005-06:00

It's been a while friends. Here's some ketchup for your hamburgers and hot dogs. Sisters thanksgiving. Chips, dip, PTA's Magnolia. Nice.

During this time there were many kitty photo shoots. Here is some un-edited footage of those shoots. Cat. Two converse. You can tell which is a boy and which is a girl because the girl has leopard print.

No, this cat is not about my blog. I mean this blog is not about my cat. She just has a lot going on right now.

Sometimes she sits like this and she's an old man. She has a pooch. She isn't fat though, guys. She just has alot of skin.
Ok, so this shoot occurred during an attempt at watching Milo and Otis. Great movie, if you like baby animals. And who doesn't? Anywhom...my cat realizes that there are animals on TV and is FIGURATIVELY glued to the TV for a good 10 minutes. Hilarious. She keeps moving closer and closer until she's inside the coffee table. I have a video of this occurrence, but it's very dark. I'm going to add it anyway. It was so cute. My cat loves movies about cats. And dogs. On a raft going down a river in Japan in 1986.

I took this so I could do this:
Ella on a keyboard in space. For the real Cat on a Keyboard in space, see this link. What you see when you die. And enjoy, because nothing makes my day quite like this link.
Christmas happened. This was my tree. I took Candie's advice from her blog about ornaments and things and got tiny plastic candy canes and hung them on my tiny tree. And silver bells. See above.
Happy After Christmas Target Clearance section. She was not having this. No, this blog is not about my cat.

Pissed. And now onto the Irony:

So, I've been a little blue lately. And "blues" sounds a lot like "booze". Today after work I grabbed a 1/2 40 of Mickeys, otherwise known as a can. But this was no ordinary can, it's a collector can. An MMA (what is this?) collector can. Featuring BJ Penn, the Hawaiian Prodigy. And BJ Penn says (on the can of Mickey's) "Never Give Up".

This is me contemplating giving up.

This is me never giving up. And in all this time that I was realizing/creating this ironic blog entry...

...I, for the 3rd night in a row, perfected what is known as Frozen Chicken Tenderloins. Here's to never giving up.

Sorry it's been so long, these blogs take FOREVER to do. Think sporadic.

Birthday

2008-11-30T17:21:00.008-06:00

I'm trying a new format. The lovely lady bartenders, Janell and Kristin. They are the coolest. And pretty hot too.

Joey. Groovy. Patrick and I told Joey he needed to unbutton his shirt a little and show some chest hair, which he did. Then the door guy Matt came over and fixed Joeys collar, which he did in kind of a gay way. Then Joey was transformed into 70's Joey.

Connie and Shelby drinking Absinthe! We have Absinthe at the bar now and I don't like it but I talked them into drinking it I guess. Things started getting fuzzy around this point. Isn't Shelby so 70's and beautiful with her natural Afro?

The dudes. Jarrod, Chris, Brian, Brendon, and the two I don't remember their names. The dudes.

The ladies. Hampton and Kerri. Hampton got me a super cute locket for my birthday. I'm going to put her picture in it. I love these loverly ladies.

And my sister Jill came! And so did Jimmy! And I was getting a little drunker I guess and they are underage and couldn't drink so things must have been very very funny, and I'm going to talk to Jill later and get her take on the event.
Brian and I. The camera strap fell in front of the flash as we were taking this picture, I liked it. Like my wig? It took me literally hours to pick out this wig. It was between this one and a Lime green bob that glowed in blacklight. That was too normal for me, so I went with the Farrah Fawcett wig.

Jarrod and I. P.S. I look like Hedwig. I have always said I hope people think I look like a drag queen. What's more flattering? I don't know.

I wish this picture wasn't blurry. The shot gang shot.

Andy and Edie. Aren't these the best people ever? Love it. I believe Alex heated up that soup later and it was served with grilled cheese sandwiches. I think...things were VERY fuzzy at this point.

Holla! These are my bitches! Marlon(sp?), Patty, Bailey, and John! Dig Patricks moustache!? He looks like a molester! And Bailey looked (in her words) flossy. She had on the coolest jumpsuit ever!!!!

Literally, I don't remember this picture being taken. Literally. I do remember going into the bathroom and putting red lipstick under my nose and stumbling around and telling everyone I'd "done too much coke." I also remember trying to tell Ale (bossman) that I had gotten a nose bleed earlier that morning and I thought it was appropriate for the evenings events. But I wound up saying, "Ale, this morning I had a nose job. I mean blow job. I mean nose bleed." If that gives out any indication of my level of intoxication. It was hilarious. I did not fall down at all that night though. I think thanks to Joey a little. He helped me walk around towards the end of the night I think.

Muh girls!!! I realized of late that I am always, always surrounded by boys. My life is a sausage fest. And these girls save my life. By providing estrogen into the air around me. Thank you ladies. You do more than you know.

The boys were dancing. Patrick said it looks like Joey is being chased by a zombie.

And this looks even more like Joey is being attacked by a superfly 70's disco zombie.

Taylor rockin those 3-D glasses. At this point I think I told Jessica to please take my camera because I was going to break it. Cause it was hard to walk.

Kerri is a brick house. She's mighty mighty.

The boys are about to kiss. Also I kissed alot of girls that night. I think 4. Or 5.

The Buck.
Friend groups unite.

Friend groups unite II.

Eric provided some lovely coffee that made my wig smell like coffee.

Marlon power. I love Marlon.

Aww, these guys. After this we went to Alex and Jro's for some after party. I had an AMAZING party! Thanks to all that came out. It was a great night, on literally every level. I had a great night. I love a party, it's a legitimate reason to let my boobs hang out.

Love,

Hedwig.

Cat2

2008-11-26T22:04:00.003-06:00

Angry Ella in Ryans shirt.

Cutest baby. The cutest baby in the world. She's my baby. I gave birth to her. She came from my womb.

"Somebody's drunk in the kitchen." I always text this picture to my sister Jill with that quote attached. It's from Jim Gaffigan's stand up and I think it's funny.

One time Jill and I were watching Are You Afraid Of The Dark? DVD's she found for $5 somewhere and I said, "There's totes a monster in there" in regards to the pool monster episode and she thought it was HI-larious that I said totes. So sometimes I text her this picture and quote "There's totes a monster in there." or "It's the Cloverfield monster!"

Happy Thanksgiving!

Cat1

2008-11-16T17:39:00.003-06:00

Happy World Market Halloween Clearance.

Work2

2008-11-13T01:35:00.012-06:00

This one has alot of pictures. DISCLAIMER: I did ok this blog with my boss. No big, go ahead.
This is the park across the street from my house. It's not big, but it's nice.

I live in the Fairmount District off Magnolia. Also known as Coolsville. Also known as Former Ghetto. Also known as Hospital District. This is just a shot out my car window of the only so-so mexican restaurant Benitos. Not my fav. But so-so.

There's some road work going on by King Tut's. Road work is my life as we'll later learn.

I have never been here. It makes me feel at home though. Probably the word "Home"on the sign.

This was a blessed mistake. That's my current haircolor - yellow,orange, red. Fire.

This is the first time I bought gas under $2.00 as of late. Well, this is first time in almost 5 years? I think so.

Pier one building? Or condo? I don't know. $1.85, woot!

This is my current sound system in my car -- Zune hooked to headphones hooked to me. CD player pooped out on me :(

Taking 7th street in, which will soon be the new "downtown" or "Ft Worth Victory Park" if you will. Construction sequence soon to follow.

Driving over the river. Glory.

The first 7th Haven location. They're in their 3rd. For a while there was a sign on this building saying, "Future Location of the Black Dog." This never came to fruition and haunts me every day.

Hauntgomery Plaza. Montgomery Plaza. Want-strawberry Pizza. Plant Hominy Pasta.

Montgomery Plaza rules my life. Glorias. Target. Ross. Starbucks. Subway. Sallys. Pet Smart. Office place.

A view down 7th. Across from that Carroll st stoplight is the 3rd locale of 7th Haven. And Foch St (my work st) is located at big construction building #1.

Construction sequence as follows.

Down Foch. Dirty Foch.

It rained. Messy Foch.

Wet Foch.

Foch Blocked.

Gang bang. I mean construction workers helping Foch regain it's confidence through destructive behaviours.

The Salounge.

The first thing seen when entering the salon. If I'm not working. Ale and Kristin, having a serious discussion I'm sure.

Kristin is working the phone. And by working it I mean, she's working it.

Our Bed Head buy one get one free make-up. Interested?

Afternoon view. Loverly.

Some products. I'm a fan of the Sebastian. But Pureology is vegan.

Party Paparazzi

Paparazzi. Vanessa. Assistant.

Paparazzi. Angela. Assistant.

Color wall.

Color tubbb.

These are the cool funky fun colors persons will most likely see in my hair.

My goal is to be all pink again by summer 09.

I drew this staff photo of us on paint. This really is spot on for an MS paint portrait. Not trying to brag, but I have a talent for MS applications. Makin t-shirts.

Our slogan? No, just our stickers.

Misha. This was not a party paparazzi. She posed for this for a while. And I think this picture reminds me of the next one...

A box of heads.
Ale is cool. Celso is cool too. He does my hair. They are talking about football. Just kidding. They are talking about guns. Just kidding. They are talking about their feelings.

The cupcake from J Raes. Bakery next door. Amazing. They bring us free stuff alot. Like this cupcake.

JT. For when you're having a bad day. I almost typed JTT. I wish.

The 10-key. For cool kids.

Laura. Reading Maxim. Waiting for a haircut. She works here too, this is not a client.

Kristin about to leave. Kristin and I are both crazy cat ladies. We learned very early on.

The rest of the free cupcakes from J Raes. Yummmmmmm for reals.

The cool fiber optic light in the salon/bar. It lights up and spins and is beautiful.

The dj booth, host of spinners, people that spin things, djs, and lots of complicated equipment I won't begin to try and learn to use.

Working.

This cat is too cool for laser or bubble jet printers. It's an all-in-one all the way, baby. This print job's so bright, he has to wear shades.
My nacho's from Chimy's, the love of my adult life. And the hand that bit the hand that fed it....Vanessa.

I look at this screen for most of my life.

Yes, we're open. Despite the construction, we're open!!

Evening view.

I discovered that I need to get new jellies.
And that is all that happened until...

The night view.

Sometimes this is what I do when we run late. Don't think this is all I did this night. It wasn't. But I did find time to peruse the household decorations section of urbanoutfitters.com.

So lonely. Jk, but I feel like some Hank Williams or Patsy Cline song should be playing while I slowely walk out the back door.

The long and lonely strip mall esque outside hallway.

Foch Alley. No, I'm serious. But it's kind of pretty at night. That's Chimy's it's the best.

Goodnight Construction. Good night Bulldozer. Good night Crane. Goodnight thing that hits the ground really hard and breaks the cement. Goodnight construction workers who always want to turn off our water when we have chemicals processing on peoples hair. Good night cupcakes. Goodnight saying, "Esoterica, This is Sage."

That's not a typical day. It was a poetic one. Oh, also, watch this!

http://www.vimeo.com/2235308

Rickcaked

2008-10-21T17:38:00.001-05:00

I wish, I wish it was I who baked this cake.

Patrick

2008-10-17T02:00:00.002-05:00

This is my roomie.

5thAve.

2008-10-16T20:22:00.010-05:00

I moved to Ft Worth last week with Patrick. We got a place on 5th Avenue in the Fairmount District, which is walking distance to Spiral and the Chat Room and other hip venues. This is my new room, twin bed and all (oh my god, I've had this bed since 8th grade. I need a bigger fucking bed.) It's still a mess, I didn't realize how much crap I own. I always thought, "I don't need stuff. Stuff is crap" and tried to keep my stuff to a minimum. Or so I thought. Low and behold, you move out and crap just appears. Crap you didn't know you had. Crap that no one should ever own. 400 cd cases, old bank statements, childhood relics, lots of pens and highlighters, half-finished crafts and projects, loathed shoes I can't bring myself to throw away because they might, "come in handy." Crap.

This is my view. That is the greenhouse, next door. More on that later. This is really a cats eye view.
My view with tacky broken heart light. There aren't many windows, but they're good windows. For the cat.

This is one gorgeous cat. Something I've learned since leaving in Ft Worth, Alex is kind of the cat whisperer. This beautiful little creature was so upset about moving, and Alex came over my first night in the house and he wooed this cat into being sort of social. I mean, she's a slut, but I was impressed. Who knew? Not me.

This is the bathroom. Well, the upstairs bathroom. Stairs! Patrick and I share this bathroom. Which is interesting because Patrick always forgets to unlock my door to the bath and I can never get in.
This is the shower curtain I picked out without consulting Patrick. It's white and simple and girly and he is so cool with whatever! Which is reason number #1 why he's a great roomate so far. #1 Laid back.
This is the countertop in the bathroom. I've circled my girl stuff in pink, and boy stuff in blue. I have taken over the bathroom, and still Patrick doesn't care. His stuff has been pushed into the corner, and I've invaded all but 1 drawer, the cabinets, everywhere. And he's cool. He doesn't care. Love it.
This is Patricks room. I'm not going to show Patricks room, geez. I'm not going to post pictures of Patricks room on the Internet while he's at work and has no idea or power to stop me. I would never do that.

These are the stairs. They are big stairs. I recall very vividly how it feels to be a child walking down stairs. A small child. The stairs are just big. I looked at another place in Fairmount and the stairs were opposite, they were tiny. I felt like it took me forever to walk up the stairs because I had to take baby steps up them. Big stairs are better than small stairs.
This is the downstairs bathroom! Yay! It was very weird telling Patrick, "Ok, I'm going to go get some hand towels for the downstairs bathroom." That is literally something I've never said before. Also I'm going to get this decal for the door. But in black&white. I'm trying to keep it simple downstairs. I put up that print of those peeps kissing. John gave me that forever ago and I've never had a proper use. Here you go, b&w downstairs bathroom.

This is the kitchen. I love that it came equipped with the stemware hanger under the cabinets and the pots&pans hanger above the bar. It's clean, new tile, and it has a dishwasher. What more do I need?

This is the living area. John helped me paint a little. Patrick did not help at all. I was not happy, but I'm fine now. Patrick thought it was funny. That rug in front of the couch, I convinced Patrick to buy it because I wanted it, so we're even. I guess. Also I painted that robot pic. I'm going to start collecting robots. The couch is a hand me down from my rents. I lurve it. I claimed it along time ago and they finally let me have it. Look at all these video games!!!!! This is reason #2 why Patrick is a great roomate. He has so many video games and I play them all the time forever. P.S. This Beautiful Katomari game or whatever it's called is SO EFFFFFFFFING FUUUUNN!!! Patrick separated the games he thought I would like, and this is one and it's so fun. You just roll up stuff into balls, but it's hilarious. And great Japanese jazz plays in the background.
So, finished product.

This is the rockband. Alex and Patrick and I played this the other day after walking home from the Chat Room. We rocked it out. And then Patrick stepped away and Alex and I tried to play all the instruments at once and it was fun. Rockband is so fun. And guitar hero III is fun, cause you battle the devil. I can't beat it though.

This is the wall color. I wanted to contrast it, so this is the Twiggy painting Sara did and let me have before she left for London. I totes chatted with her and she's doing so well!!! For anyone concerned, she's got it made with a sweet PR job. And she works at a pub cause she likes the beeeeers.

This is the cute little alley between the apartments in the complex. It's so NOLA to me, in a way. I love the little door cover thingys.
This is the flowery bush that's outside our door. Patrick told me that the flowers go to sleep at night and wake up during the day. They were sleeping when I took this picture. Most of them.
This is just, the front. And there's my tacky heart light.
The complex, in the Fairmount District. There's a park right across the street, but it was too dark to get a pic.

This is the greenhouse next door! Literally next door.
The greenhouse was closed, but I stole a pic through the window, isn't this so Little Shop?!? They're having a special on Pansies right now. And cabbage. I'm totes gonna get some cabbage y'all.
This is the art gallery also across the street, the Monmarte Gallery. I've only been in here a couple times. Pricey, but fun.
And this is Arts Fifth Avenue, where the Beat Box Prophets performed their very first show. I live across from it now. They were having Mondo drummers when this picture was taken. This place is great!
If anyone recalls this show that we did almost 5 years ago(can't believe it) that many friends participated in, it was at Arts 5th. Jro also had her senior project there. It's a super fun artsy place. The weekend we were moving in there was some outside play going on, and people were in the streets, and it was fun. I'm so excited. P.S. I've always wondered who wrote this sign, who's handwriting is this?

So far, all is done that I want to do right now. I have a 6 minute drive to work and no pots and pans :(. Well, they're just in Austin with Jilly. Patrick and I play video games and watch Fringe and listen to PYT and Thriller and he takes out the trash which is #3 reason why he's a great roomate. So far. I'm about 1min from Alex and Jro which is great, and we walked to the Chat Room the other day, which is a great neighborhood bar. I'm excited about eating at Spiral alot and also about buying a chair at an antique store tomorrow. And about playing more rockband, which I'm going to go do right now. Goodbye.

Work1

2008-09-22T19:00:00.003-05:00

The creepy heads on the dryer at Esoterica.

Wastedonthe$

2008-09-22T17:24:00.016-05:00

Sara left. Here's how it happened.
Sara Machine, that wonderful southerner kind of, moved to London about a month ago, and we went out one last night before her departure. This is the room where summer happened. With the cool lamp and the porch.

The cool lamp made of jolly ranchers.
The table on which we lived all summer. I had to share a glance of our summer, because this had probably been there for a few weeks, these left over bottles and cans and frambois and incense and ashes.
This is Sara. The almost Xrated image John captured of her getting ready. Glorious.
We spent alot of time in her commercial restaurant kitchen with the pizza oven and the ice machine and with her mom and sister. I told everyone to be candid and her mom freaked out a little and her sister didn't understand apparently. ;)
John wanted a picture with Sara's mom alone and said Sara couldn't be in the picture. Sara's mom is from New Zealand and has a cool accent.

We drove over to Caves, the love of our Arlington lives, for one last beer.

We grabbed some adult sized beers, and chugged them down as fast as we could because we didn't realize exactly how big an adult size beer actually is and we were in a rush to get to Dallas. Montage to follow:

Asked a cute blond girl to take this picture of us. Told her it had to be good. Or else.

We really thought this was Nick's car, of which I later learned he'd traded his weird red gay Miata in for a VW something. Sara was one hot car babe.

We hopped in the car and sang a few versus of the famous, "Shut the Fuck Up about Jesus" song that SNAJ wrote a few years ago. First is the standard, second remix. Listen to the remix!

We made it to Cosmos, late but made it. Settled down and waited for Ms. Holly.
Sexy Sara.
Candid and cute!

Holly arrived, hooray, and then the party began.

This is John smoking a cigarette. Weird. Quit trying to smoke John, you're not a smoker and it's bad for you.
Sara and I took a series of pictures in which we tried to be sexy. And this non sexy picture is the sexiest we got. Tragic. I did get hit on by some (apparent) restaurant owner though.
Hollers and Jmags.
We booked it to Barcadia where Hampton came and met us after a dreadful trip to the Wal-Mart paint department.

What follows will be a series of regulars that showed up and many MANY candids/poses taken at Barcadia that need no explanation. Enjoy.

We closed the bar, and Sara and I headed to Eric's for a brief goodbye/attempt to get Eric to come out to Holly's. Failed attempt.

I'm hiding something here behind my purse. Guess.

While on the way to Holly's which is what, a 1 minute drive from Eric's, Sara took 1 million drunken pictures. This is the best one. The rest are of blurred black things.
Oh this one of her boob is pretty good too.

Made it to Holly's. Hampton and I got in the pool. We all had a few beers and some good convo. John had to pee. And then he took his shirt off.

Why is John only wearing one shoe?
Probably sex.

We headed home around 4? 5? Don't know. Sara passed out in the backseat. John took a bunch of blurry drunk pictures of Dallas. It was a great goodbye. The next day we went to Which Wich with Sara and the other Machi sisters. We said our final goodbyes, and Sara shipped off.

It was very sad to see her go, a fun goodbye though. We miss you Sara! But we hope you succeed in London. Unless you just reeeaaaaaaalllly want to come home, don't. :(
Here is my interpretation of John this summer being shirtless.

This is me. Duh.
And Sara. Love you bitch. Paris 08.

The End.

D.A.N.C.E.

2008-09-06T13:55:00.003-05:00

I forgot this. Isn't this the best video ever? This is one of my favorite songs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9Loe3XM7v0

Muxtape

2008-08-25T16:56:00.006-05:00

There's this website, http://www.muxtape.com/ . It's currently under construction I believe, but anyways I thought I'd do a sort of visual muxtape. Also, I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to embed these videos from YouTube. If anyone has any advice I'll take it. But the link always provided a clear box with a red X in the corner. Advise away.

Song 1: Singin in the Rain - Gene Kelly.
I'm so in love with Gene Kelly. So attractive, debonair. Athletic and talented in every capacity. And this song gives me chills, watching him dancing. Oh man, I get goosebumps every time. This is a super common fact, but he had a 103 degree fever when filming this famous dance and it came out so well. Another super common fact, milk was added into the water so it would show on film better. Fever + milk water = amazing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkEvy-9yVyQ

Song 2: Baby - Os Mutantes
Os Mutantes, the Brazilian Beatles. I love this song, the language is so weird. Like they either tried really hard to rhyme in English and it came out like this, or they were just using eccentric images for the point of being romantic. Because weird is romantic. Either way, it's tres adorable. "You know, you must try the new ice cream flavor/do me a favor/look at me closer/Join us and go far/And hear the new sound of my bossa nova" Really great band I recommend every song they've ever written.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PGjhZJIQHs

Song 3: Coffee and TV - Blur
I love Milky. And someday I'm going to get married and me and my husband are going to go as Milky and Strawberry milk for Halloween. And my husband will understand how important it is to me. What a catchy song. My favorite music video ever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWUil383us4

Song 4: Gila - Beach House
I saw this band in concert earlier this year. I don't really like concerts -- I can't deal with the crowds, it makes me claustrophobic and have anxiety attacks. And I almost didn't go. But it was totally worth the frequent trips to hide in a bathroom stall. I was blown away, and the crowd was mellow. And I drank alot of Buttery Nipples and all was well. This is perfect gray weather music, stormy weather. Muggy night back porch music. Perfect.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnIq0X12i-8&feature=related

Song 5: Part Time Lover - The Lost Fingers
I love a good jazz cover of a classic pop song. Along with the Puppini Sisters, I'm a little obsessed with the Lost Fingers. This is a cover of Part Time Lover by Stevie Wonder. And it's fantastic!! This is my current myspace song. I love this band, they're french and who doesn't love the french!? Take a chance to listen to some of their other covers such as Straight Up by Paula Abdul, You Shook Me All Night by AC/DC, You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi, Pump up the Jam by Techtronic and more!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9mHAHXk29U&feature=related

Song 6: Exit Music (For a Film) - Brad Mehldau Trio
Again, another good jazz cover of a classic, Radioheads Exit Music becomes a transfixing piano solo. This song gives me chills, well his version of it more so. It you've seen Unfaithful starring Diane Lane and Richard Gere, this was used as the theme and score. I love Brad Mehldau. I want to date him. He went to the New School, which was a huge selling point for me in applying as he sometimes gives clinics. I worked for the Storm Chaser guy as mentioned previously over the past few years, and while I did alot of phone sales I met a guy named DJ from Cali who had worked as a tour manager for Alanis and also for the Allman Brothers. And he went to HS with Brad and was pals with him. And that's how I know Brad Mehldau.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9oXCjx7guU

Song 7: Day is Done - Nick Drake
Everyone knows Nick Drake, mainly for that old Cabrio commercial that played "Pink Moon". I love Nick Drake, he changed my opinion of musicians. He died tragically young of an accidental medical overdose. His doctors gave him too much of some pill and it killed him. And this song is haunting, especially the strings. I listen to this song while going to sleep alot. It makes me cry, it's breathtaking.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2jxjv0HkwM

Song 8: America - Simon and Garfunkel
This song is in Almost Famous, when Zoey Deschanel is leaving home to go be a flight attendant with curlers in her hair. She plays this album to explain why she's leaving. And she grabs William by the shoulders and looks him square in the face and says, "Someday, you'll be cool." This song changed my life. It gave me motivation. Last summer, this was the only song I listened to for days and days. On repeat. I just listened and thought and drove and smoked and slept and thought about America. This song means the world to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5n4TULPMEsU

Song 8: Here, There and Everywhere - The Beatles
I think this might be my favorite Beatles song. It's beautiful and resolves in the right way. I could have added the Beatles version to this, but opted for a classical guitar cover by some weird guy. I think an instrumental version of this song is best. Because as the words to say so much, the music says so much more. Create your own images.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEhZ6HkZdRk&feature=related

Song 9: Pavane - Regina Carter
This song is in the episode of Sex and the City titled "One" and everytime I see that episode I cry for whatever personal reasons I cry about SATC for. I realized I wasn't just crying for the episode I was crying because this song hits me right. I love it. It hits me right in the gut.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGrFMqMLxkY

Song 10: Playground Love - Air
This song means alot to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAgX1jO3No0

Song 11: Please Call me Baby - Tom Waits
This song is beautiful. His voice sounds so good in this song, gruff yet soothing. This song represents a time in my life when I was a teenager busting out of my skin, swing dancing 3 nights a week, wearing back seam thigh highs and garters to school every day, and not appreciating myself as much as I wish I had. This album is my favorite of his, it's a very different Tom Waits than people think of.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnYQkCKLzsQ

Song 12: You go to my Head - Louis Armstrong
I love his accent in this song, the way he says Burgundy Brew. This is what love is. "Like a summer with a thousand Julys" This is the epitome of jazz romance to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_GzCOu1clE

Song 13: Theme from "To Kill a Mockingbird"
This is my favorite movie score. This and ET. Don't you just get chills when the flute comes in? I just listened to it and got chills I love when the orchestra comes in, and the phrase where it repeats and then turns minor. Glory.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2u0nzKbUgw4&feature=related

Listen, I have a photoblog to do. I'm waiting for all the pictures. It will be soon. So enjoy my mello muxtape if you will.

Tripping

2008-08-01T13:14:00.029-05:00

I know it's been a week since part I but here is the continuation of my relax-cation.

We woke up after our sleeping off our 16hr travel day around noon. We rolled off the sleeper and into the house (seeing as we were sleeping on the porch, see previous).

Gaga had made us coffee and we discussed our plans with my grandparents. My great grandmother JP came up to the house (she lives down the hill) and we headed off to the grocery store, Ingles, which John pronounced as "Ingles?", Spanish for English. But it is the American pronunciation of the Spanish word for English pronounced Ing-gulls.

We stocked up on Diet Cokes, soda and tonic water for which to drink Vodka on the porches, and snacks for our drive home that did not reek of fish or garlic. We bought celery, mushrooms, Wasabi peas, and alas decided to make tuna sandwiches (well, to have my Gaga make tuna sandwiches because he makes the best tuna salad ever, and I will take that fact to contest. Bring it on tuna-wannabes. Tuna-bes.

We got back from the store, changed into swimsuits topped with hiking clothes, and headed for Whiteside Mountain, a 3 mile hiking trail with a very steep incline.

Our hike started out pleasantly. I did however become winded almost immediately (thanks cigarettes), causing for frequent rests on rocks and roots.

All the colors were vibrant and fresh. There was moss everywhere, green green moss

<-------------- John inspecting the green green moss.

And then we ate this mushroom.

When we saw this mushroom, John said, "Look a mushroom" and I whipped my camera out and said, "And then we ate this mushroom."

Ya see. I plan out my blogs weeks in advance. And remember my plans.
This is the first lookout point, about halfway up. I was worried the pictures wouldn't come out because it was a little foggy, but these shades of blue are beautiful. It's something out the sample pictures from Microsoft.
This is a sign talking about the Continental Divide. Which I don't know what it is, but John started telling me about it and I got bored and I started reading the sign and realized I don't care. The end.
Another gorgeous lookout.

This is a platform suspended off the mountain, and it was shaded and so beautiful. I really do love the layers of blue in these photos.
Eventually, a wire fence appeared. So that we didn't fall off the edge of the mountain because we were walking on edge. Oh man were we on edge. Literally.

At this point we were nearing the top. There were pink and yellow and white flowers, tiny stars dotting the horizon. We were on the lookout for some naturally grown THC, but alas the vegetation was too thick and that was boring.

This is another sign I didn't read all the way through, but it's a story about my great great great great uncle or grandfather or something named Charlie Wright. In 1911 he and his gf(or wife?) and his friend Gus Batty and his gf or wife went hiking up this mountain and I'm not exactly sure what happened, but he rescued them and won the Carnegie Award for Heroism. My family has been living in Cashiers for a very very long time. I just looked up the population and it says it's 196. I bet half of those people are my family.

Our final altitude at the top of Whiteside - 4,930 ft.

More Microsoft Blues. This is the view from the top.
John doing tai chi kind of. What an outfit.
Overlooking the trail back. You can see all the bald spots of the mountains from here. We made our way back down which was way easier than going up. It was fun to run down this mountain. We made it back to the car and then swung around to Slide Rock, maybe my favorite place ever.

The following is for scientific purposes only:

Slide rock. This is a natural waterslide! Those holes are whirlpools. It's hidden back behind the trees off the road and it smells amazing. The water's always a little too cold, but when plunging right in one gets used to it quickly.

John sequence:

I took 2 takes of John sliding and I believe this next video was fated. I was so lucky to have captured this wonderful blooper of John falling into one of the holes on Slide Rock, ass first. Please watch it, although the quality isn't the best, it's hilarious!

P.S. no, I don't know if I've really been going here since I was 5, but I'm pretty sure that's a close guess.

After sliding for a little while, we went back home for a dinner of Macaroni and Cheese, crock pot style, and lots of veggies courtesy of my Nana. We were tired, watched 27 Dresses (which John hated very loudly for a very long time), drank some of Gaga's vodka, and finally passed out.

The next day we woke again at noon, which surprised me. I thought we'd be up early but I guess we were still worn out. We made our way to Whitewater Falls. This is the lookout along the road.

This is Whitewater Falls from the walk up the trail. We made our way down to the falls and got to the first checkpoint.

We probably could have gone further down, but as you'll see in the next picture it was a very very very steep trail down and it seemed like it would be majorly unfun on the way back up. So I opted out and we headed back up....

8 billion stairs! That's right, someone came in and build a billion stairs down to the waterfall. Which is fine going down. But I've done the whole "I'll take the stairs" thing before when it's difficult to distinguish exactly how many flights to climb and I didn't feel like coughing up a lung so we trudged back up and then back down and made it to our next destination, Silverrun Falls. Which is amazing beautiful and secluded.

The river floor is covered in Mica which is basically what the entire mountain is made up of. Cashiers -- flaking away one silicate sheet at a time.

The water was cool, and it looked so refreshing. The waterfall tumbles into this silver lagoon. John and I made it back to my Nana's house where I grabbed my suit and my towel and we headed back.
The water was too cold to really swim in. We both sat down as low as we could, which was shoulders deep. I put my clothes back on and sat in a sun spot and dried. We left the lagoon and headed to the Iron Bridge where some drama occurred that I won't go into details about. Let's just say, when spending every waking moment with a person, ones patience tends to wear thin. And that happened to us for a little bit.

We headed back to the house, showered, changed, and at at Happ's, which was amazing. If anyone is ever in Glenville NC, go to Happs. It was delish. I had mountain trout with crawfish ettoufee, John had Scallops, and Nana, Gaga, and JP all had friend catfish.

Once we got back, I mixed John and myself another beverage, I sat on the swing and smoked cigarettes while I drank. John and Nana broke out the bubbles.
Isn't this cute. That's my Nana. She's named Sandra first. Oh, my real name is Sandra Grace. SandrA GracE.

That's where my name comes from. That's what happens when pregnant and bored I guess.
This is JP. She's 87. She's my great grandmother. We call her JP. John loved JP. He thought she was adorbs. Me too. I don't really see her that much. But she's pretty healthy for an old lady (My Nana called her an old goat jokingly to her face and JP laughed as though she was flattered that Nana had called her that). Apparently, she walked up Whiteside Mountain(our hike from before) a year prior after having both knees replaced. And she definitely talked about her colon alot. The two videos that follow are her dirty limericks. The video is bad, I was trying to look inconspicuous which led to me pointing towards the ceiling. But the audio is priceless. The first is titled "Adam and Eve". The second is a toast titled "Here's to you":

This is my Gaga. He was killing bees alot while we were there. This is him in his bee killing costume. I like my Gaga, he's funny.

This is the porch of their house. They've lived here about 15 years or so I guess. I love this house, they better leave it to me in their will.

When I was about 13 or 14, I got an E.T. Furby. E.T. is a pretty common theme in my blog, I love E.T. Anyways, E.T. would tell jokes and stories and play games and you could make him fly and his finger lit up and his heart light. My nana got one too. While Nicki Cathro threw and broke mine once out of fear, Nana's is still alive and kicking. On the same batteries I think. Apparently she does this alot:

After E.T., we headed to Highlands, a little shopping town about 10 miles out of Cashiers. I read up on Highlands too. The population was 909 as of 2000, but will peak from 10,000 - 15,000 from Spring to Fall. I like Highlands alot, it's very quaint. Kids will pick a bench and grab an ice cream from Kilwins (more later) and lick up dripping lines off their napkin wrapped cones while their moms buy Escada blazers, souvenear spoons, and Strawberry Rubarb jams.
Kilwins is a great candy store. The above picture is their Superman Ice Cream. I just like the way it looks through the glass, it has a very interesting taste. Kilwins was packed when we entered. John bought a turtle cone and I bought some Maple Walnut fudge to bring home to Daddy. Maple Walnut fudge might be the only thing my Dad will ever be happy about me bringing home.

We stopped at Colonel Mustards, the wine/jam/spread/condiment store. I took a picture of this for my dad because he loves to eat dead animals and flaunt that in my face. John got a bottle of NC made Shiraz for us to share with Alex and Jro (which we did a few nights ago).

This is Anna Wear, the mountain Urban Outfitters. I love this store, the sales are great and the clothes are eclectic and rare. Well, the brands aren't but these are clothes you'll find in few boutiques in Texas. I bought a green polyester dress that was a cut off version of my mom's prom dress, of which I wear from time to time.

We headed back home. A video of the winding road and some Dylan plays below.

This is the short drive up to my grandparents house. It's changed immensly over the years. That stone wall wasn't there. That rope swing used to be on the porch. And the newer bonneville is their updated version of the old airplane they gave me for my 15th birthday. Yes, I got a car for my 15th birthday.
This is the house my great-great grandmother lived in. it's fallen down almost completely, some idiot in our family bought the land and let it go to pot. There is overgrowth everywhere, and snakes. John and I wanted to walk back in there but we were told not to because of the snakes. It's a beautiful view, driving past.

John and I drove down to my Aunt Celeste's house a few miles away. And this is her house, the Victorian Wonderland. She's thinking about renting it out as a movie set. Which is totes possible.

This is the river in her front yard. No lie.

These are my cousins trampolining. Left to right, Maddie, Brooke, and Harper, and John. These babies are growing up. And it makes me sad.

John and Harper became BFF's right away. It might have something to do with the Sangria...

We set off fireworks and sparklers in their front yard, and Harper said, "I think you should hold me now." And she wouldn't go close to the fireworks. And then she watched through the windows when the big fireworks went off.

We came back in the evening. And made snacks and sandwhiches and readied for leaving. John asked for a picture with my family. Everyone said cheese but JP. She said, "Whiskey!"

We left at 4am (3am Texas time) and drove straight to Birmingham without stopping.
Turner Broadcasting in Atlanta. Adult Swim bitches.
At 6am we hit traffic in Atlanta, which made me contemplate things, cause what else do you do in traffic at 6am but smoke and think. And we passed this building and I got a lightbulb. I think I want to work for Adult Swim. Write cartoons, produce cartoons, be cool.

As I drove past THE Williams St, I smiled and pulled another Parliment from the pack. This really seems like a place I might like to end up someday. It's urban, close to family, expensive but not TOO overwhelminly expensive (ahem, NYC), and from all the miniature bumps of AS, I felt as though I already knew this place. Georgia is full of trees and the weather is acceptable. It's not far from good beaches. It has MARTA (public transportation). I don't know, I think I'd like to be here. My plan changes alot, I know. But I love cartoons/writing/metropolitan areas/ etc. Maybe Atlanta will work.

Sorry this took so long. The next post will come sooner.

Travel

2008-07-23T19:00:00.013-05:00

Last week, John and I went to North Carolina to get away and visit my Nana and Gaga. We drove 16 hours cross country to get there, and this is our trip TO the NC.

I've decided to split this into two blogs because while I took around 150 photos and am not publishing all of them, there's still alot of ground to cover. Or mountains to climb, if you will.

We left at 8:25 in the morning and our trip started at 0 of course. We made our adventure official the night before, and I wound up being so busy with packing and cleaning etc that I didn't sleep at all. I stayed up all night, and John drove first. I tried to sleep with little success and popped in the mix CD that Jill made for us.

We stopped at a Starbucks in Tyler, TX I believe because i figured if I couldn't sleep I might as well caffeinate myself up!!! I told John to turn the wrong way and we wound up making a big 2 mile circle back to the Starbucks which was employed by country folk. It was trippy.
I have a feeling this is somewhere still in Texas right before Louisiana. The first town we drove through was Shreveport, a whopping 3 hours away from Dallas.

There are about a million signs leading into Shreveport advertising the casinos, and all of them stream below their adds, "Gambling Problem? Call 1800-bla-blah"(not they don't really say bla blah, how apathetic would that be? "Just kidding, there's no real number to call. We don't really care, gamble your life, savings, and family away") We thought it was ironic.
This is the Horses-hoe Casino in Shreveport and it's made from pure gold. It's beautiful. It's not made from pure gold. And it's not that beautiful. I do remember being awed by this building as a child though.

At this point we'd been in the car about 6 hours and gone a third of the way. Well a little more than third. I had packed a cooler of lox, bagels, fig newtons, veggies, etc. And I had brought my pack of cigarettes as well:

Then we stopped to gas up and I bought some gum, thank god. It was yummy, Sangria Fresca. Shortly after this we made it to Mississippi. The following is quoted non-verbatim. I didn't remember how it really goes( "the mighty Mississip, the old Miss, the old man, sings 'Old Man River'") so I made up alot of it, poorly. My favorite part is when I say, "The Mud River." Because why did I say that?

This is Birmingham, AL. Sort of Urban. Not very exciting. At this point we were almost halfway there.
We saw this monster bumpin Caddy in Alabama. Surprised?

We'd now been in the car about 10 1/2 hours and gone 2/3rds of the way. We are probably Still in Alabama at this point.

We also saw this monster bumpin car. "Don't Hate". That's so Bad Ass. We were very tired. Very tired. Kerri, there's a message for you in the next video.

Talladega Motor Speedway. If you're not first, you're last.

I couldn't get a non-blurry picture of the track, but it's HUGE. We are still in Alabama.

The Atlanta Capitol. Atlanta is huge, it's very long. It's sort of as if Downtown Dallas ran the whole length of 75 up to Addison. Well, maybe not that long but you get the picture. Very urban for a very long time. Very metropolitan. We drove past the Olympic torch but didn't get a good picture. And then we drove past Georgia Tech. I have a cousin who won two Olympic gold metals for swimming in the Sydney 2000 Olympics and is now the swim coach at Georgia Tech. Nostalgic.
This is the final shot of the car. 12:03 (which was really 1:03 Eastern) and 961.1 Miles. All the way from Arlington, TX to Cashiers, NC.
My Nana had this bed on their porch all made up for us. I love sleeping on the porch at Nana's in the summer. The days aren't too bad and the nights are in the 60's or even 50's if it's been raining. We had a bunch of blankets and comforters and passed out!! It is sometimes hard to sleep because there is a black bear that lives in the woods behind them and every sound I hear convinces me that it's the bear. We did sleep until Noon the next day which shocked me, I figured we'd sleep and then wake early, but we were just that exhausted. I'll continue this trip in my next blog as not to overwhelm those daring to read/look at pictures. The End of Day 1

4th

2008-07-05T17:09:00.009-05:00

All cartoon images were stolen and added to these pictures from Natalie Dee.

Sara, John, and Shelby were making there way back from Austin July 4th. I'd been busy all week doing MTV stuff for my little sisters band (le sigh) and was ready to party American style.

I cooked (I say cooked, I mean tossed) a few salads and waited. And waited. And waited.

They showed at 7, having stopped for kolaches in West on the way back. We made it to the party at 8ish.
We had missed the majority of eating, but there was plenty of food left. Hebrew Nationals (which I'm sad to say are my favorite hot dogs, being that hot dogs are my favorite food, being that I'm a vegan and seeing this spread was torture-ish) and brats. An array of salads, I brought the cole slaw y'all, and I grated that cabbage and carrots fresh too. I also ate most of the cole slaw, so there. Chips, dips, etc. You're regular party spread.

Kandle might have been complimenting the food, or she may have been talking to Marla. I guess we'll never know.
Continuing with the spread are an array of empty beer bottles, empty tipped-over plastic cups, American flags, and some salads.

Oh and a cannibal cupcake.

We ate stofasap (shit tons of food as soon as possible) seeing as we'd insinuated in the car on the way to the party.

I went to HS with these lovely ladies. Shelby and I always understood each other, seeing as we both have giant bazooms. It's hard not to look at them, no?
There were some lovely ladies in and out of the hot tub, along with 2 babies.

There are two babies in this picture. I have circled the babies.

By the way, this picture is gorgeous in full size. It's obviously sized down for the blog, but everyone looks beautiful and the colors are brilliant.

Here is an upstairs porch eye view of the festivities at the pool.

Dipped legs, poolside lounging, rowdy water games, hot tub catch-up.

In the upstairs kitchen was an array of alcohol, most of which was gone.

I've xed the empty containers.

(P.S. these may or may not have been empty)

Chance was making lovely 4th of July martinis. I had 3/4ths of one and then gave it up for dead because it was very alcoholic, yet delicious.

Thanks to Chance for tending counter.
I saw these bottles propped above the sink, of which I was surprised more had not been emptied.
The line by the peppermint schnapps reads, "I think it's still half full."
This is my weeks worth of optimism. Remember the other Pool times?
Ok, I took two versions of this picture. In this one, Hampton was drunk and looks that way, but everyone else looks acceptable. The other picture reveals everyone's bad side, including Hampton. So I sacrificed you Lindsay darling, for the good of the others.

These are the things that makes Dale cool in this picture:

1)His poker face. Dead stare.

2)His casual demeanor.

3)His can o' beer which could be a PBR or a Schlitz but is probably a Budweiser.

4)The covering of the label. Dale is not an advertisement.

5)Pants that I believe to be linen. If they aren't linen, then don't read #5.

Whilst circling the group for pictures, some tried to look non-chalant, others candid, and some entertaining.

The floating squirrel head said the funniest thing right after this picture was taken, but I don't remember.
Look at Hampton's boobs y'all. Look at em.

Boobies.

And Katie is so casual and trendy. She's drinking a Starbucks and holding her phone in one hand, that is classy.

Which one's Candie? Nobody knows.
Here's more babies playing by the pool. Babies will soon overpower the dynamic of the group. Babies are coming.

I went swimming shortly after this and put the camera on dry land. Unfortunately in my wet stupor I forget to grab my camera for some important moments such as Chances constant cannonballs and the hookah.

Most importantly I didn't grab it in time for our second daylight. The sparkling.

Here is a small re-creation of the insanity that was the sparklers. Everyone at the party, everyone had at least one sparkler. We were all standing within close proximity to each other, burning each other, and really seeing each other for the first time as we could have been standing under fluorescent lighting. I found a mole on my arm that I never knew was there. We saw the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air. Through the mists of the deep, we didn't need no fireworks show.
Watch below:

I had a good Fourth of July. Things are changing. Things are always changing. And I'm happy to say that I've blogged every 4th of July for the past 4 4ths. So, this is my 4th 4th to blog. This is maybe my favorite holiday. Not necessarily because I feel so patriotic on this one particular day or because I love cookouts or smoke and sparklers. I always feel closer to people today. It's a real reason to watch Bill Pullmans amazing "Independence Day" speech. It's a real reason to watch fireworks. It's a real reason to take a holiday and a day off from work. There's no worry if my boyfriends mother is going to like the present I bought her, or whether we finished all our shopping. There's no worry whether the turkey is going to cook in time or if there is something the vegetarians can eat. There's no wondering how to communicate with long lost relatives whom come out of the woodwork once a year. Yet there's champagne and food and "exercise" and music and dancing. Everyone smells like chlorine when they wake up the next day. Everyone's hair falls and make-up fades and all we're left with is each other. The Fourth of July is refreshing. It's a well made mojito. It's a cold shower on a hot day. I'm sad I didn't stay later at the party, I think I've learned carpooling is not always the best solution, but I had a good one. And I loved my cole slaw. I loved the peeps. I think we should have more potlucks.

Seeing as it takes me all day to blog and I still smell like chlorine, I must bid adieu. Hopefully I'll be going to the cat auditions tomorrow and will photo blog then.

If not then, sooner.

Birthday

2008-06-14T17:23:00.033-05:00

Johns birthday was really the 12th of June. We celebrated a day late, Friday the 13th (I just wrote 24th because I wasn't paying attention).

Machi and John headed to my house where we had a Jetta convention. Sara and John have the same car except Sara's has "fancy detailing". John now wants to paint a silver stripe down the side of his car.

We were on our way with Johns D&G's, and Brazilian Girls

The sun was amazingly bright. Bright Lights.

Dirty City. I got a nicer, cleaner, clearer picture of the Fort Worth skyline...but I liked this one better for some reason. I love the dirty windshield.

Finally we showed up at this familiar duplex with the treacherous stairs. Alex, Jro, Machi, John and I headed to Piola, Restaurant and Garden in Fort Worth.

Piola's is an adorable Italian place in Fort Worth that I'd never heard of until Jro suggested it for Johns birthday. It's a cute little house with a great patio.
The table was very classy. Fancy. Pretty. We arrived and ordered a bottle of wine and I began to sneak pictures from the tables eye view.

The sun went down, but the temperature seemed to rise and rise and rise and rise and rise and rise and rise and rise and I was sweating and everyone was sweating and I had sweat stains on my dress and. It was sweaty. And hot.

Eric and Hampton arrived, and we ordered some appetizers, began to chat. I filmed this literally 7 seconds shy of the height of conversation. So this part's kind of boring, but it was hilarious right before this I swear.

This is the bruschetta I couldn't eat, but it looked so pretty I wanted to celebrate it by forever capturing it's presence on film. I asked the waiter if the chef could cook me something up vegetably and vegan and was disappointed. The Proseco was good and the company amazing, but my dish was probably best served not-at-all.

After a short while, Marla...
...and Jad arrived. I began to make the camera rounds.
Hampton was a hottie this evening, with her transparent top and bra showing, she was working the Carrie Bradshaw look all over the place.

John Magee, my love and life, is older than me again. And I love his shirt and I love him and hope his birthday was memorable.

Jro, best hostess. She was wonderful in helping me plan this party for John, and I so appreciated all the cupcakes and champagne and treats at her house. She's a shining star.
These are the tenants of the Vorse-Roberts Manor. Place. These are the nicest people you'll ever meet. Period. And if you don't believe me than you probably just haven't met them yet.

Listen, I hate using the flash. The night before, Machi, John, Joey, and I took pictures with our camera phones using Bics for light. I think the flash brings out the worst in people. I try in all desperation not to use it. I also feel that if I use a flash on my nice, expensive yet old digital camera, I might as well just be using a $4 disposable because you achieve the same effect. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

This is Eric, whom I briefly mentioned my flash distaste in slight way. This is Eric, whom is also nice and lets us hang at his house while he falls asleep on Monday nights. This is Eric, who said in sync with me later in the evening, "The Prettiest Princess." More on that in a few.

Machi is the news. Machi is News. Machi is the new host of Meet the Press (Rip Tim Russert). Machi won an Oscar 2 years ago. I was there; I saw it. Machi hosts cat races with other celebrities and donates the proceeds to orphans. She's just that kind of person. Machi lives down the street from me this summer and we're going to hang out. And then she'll live across the ocean from me and we won't so much.
This is a great picture of Marla, no? We were taking pictures of each other at the same time. And this one was the best.
I used my highest flash level to take a pic of Jad and Hampton and they were so white. But with Marla standing next to them, I realize she was right and does win the pale award.
We left Piola after 3 bottles and slight contemplation of desert; when the waiter asked if we'd like any John turned to Jessica with a slight hesitation and said, "How many cupcakes are there?" It was a wonderful point in the evening.

Back at Jessica's, we had our fair of sweets, treats, and champagne. Courtesy of the residents, again, the nicest people you'll ever meet. We gathered around and...

This is when Eric and I both said, "The Prettiest Princess" and fell back onto the couch literally giggling with joy.

What a stunner!

After a rousing 3 rounds of Wii Boxing VS Wendy, I was sweatier and tireder and ready for Joey to come over, WHO said he was coming a billion years before he actually arrived. Sadly because he got the most lost anyone has ever gotten going anywhere. Sara and I continued to call Joey incessantly. Keep in mind that the ride from Arlington to the plex is maybe 15 minutes. Keep in mind.

This was the damage done.
Holly and Adam finally arrived!! Hooray!!! Adam was feeling a little under the weather, so it was very nice of him to come. And Holly and Adam and Eric were all leaving for San Fran the following morning, so three cheers for those three for coming out.

This is the "non sweat stain" picture. I'll let readers interpret that as they may.

At this point in the evening...Joey was lost. I got a call from him saying, "So, is this place near Benbrook." Joey drove to Benbrook. I said NO NO NO, oh no, go this way, turn around.

Also a this point...my camera was blitzkrieged with funny faces:

Both of these expressions are amazing. I love this picture.

In my head, this is the epitome of John Magee.

Don't ask me why.

I then got a call from Joey saying he was on I-30. Good I thought, he's close. Then I realized that he was coming from the West and he informed me that he had taken I-20 until it hits I-30 and come all the way back around through Weatherford. He made a giant circle around Fort Worth. Oh man. I just mapped Joey's route, and he travelled approximately 43 miles for a 10 mile trip.

So sorry Joey. I figured he was close and tried to stay on the phone, but then his phone cut out and I had no idea where he was and I was walking up and down Forest Park with mine and Sara's cells in hand and I missed more of the fun picture taking:

Joey finally called me and said, "I'm at the 7-11 down the street." And I said, "I'll come pick you up." Got in Johns car, found Joey and finally...

He arrived! After 1 hr+ in the car for what should have been a 15 minute trip, he arrived. It was a joyous occasion.

Well, as we all know, parties wind down, birthdays end, people finally show up to houses after driving forever while other friends go home. We decided to take heed and headed home ourselves around 3 something am.

Joey drove.

Sara rode. And she had a good time.

Joey and I dropped Sara off and went back to his place where we drank rum and root beer and watched the Texas Field Murders and smoked cigarettes until 7am. And listened to Hedwig and the Angry Inch. It was a very fun night. Joey is making two music videos for my little sister Tori's quasi-famous band The Bella Cullen Project. I will most definitely be posting the videos when they are finished, all though any reader of mine will be able to watch the videos at MTV.com and maybe even on the air. It's a big deal. We had a pow wow today about the videos, it was fun.

I really want to start making hats. I have at least 3 hat designs in my head....not big hats, just accessories. Pure accessories. hats. I'm bringing hats back y'all.

Happy B-day my love, Jmag!

Manhunt P.1

2008-06-08T18:03:00.012-05:00

Manhunt. Manhunt was, on paper, tragically unsuccessful. But this is just the beginning:

We begin...with no names. And I can't remember for the life of me what song was playing...I want to say BF "All U Can Eat", but who knows. We're in a Jetta...we're going out. This is important. Remember this.

The evening prior I'd lassoed some ladies into picking up guys, meeting new men outside the group. Unfortunately, ladies weren't meant to manhunt. Ladies are ladies.

This is the Conoco by my house. I am here probably once a day, maybe twice if I'm busy. When I was younger, my friends and I always talked about our hang-out spot, "What could we classify as our hang out spot?" like a Max's from SBTB or the Peach Pit from 90210. There is a gas station (not far from this one) called Mr. T's, and I think alot of kids hung out there and ate ice cream sandwiches and loitered.

If I had it to do over again, I'd loiter here. And I'd bring my own vegan ice cream.

This is the candy/beer isle. Mmmmm....candy beer sounds good. The selection may be slim...and they don't have Smart Water (which is all I ever want on the drive home from the bar or on a morning quick stop), but it's home.

This is the guy that works the graveyard. He is so sweet. He is always on his cell phone when no one is in the store, and pulls down the protective glass at 10:30pm every day.

One of the things I like about this place is no matter who's working, they know to pull down a pack of Parliament 100's the minute I walk in the door. This is my corner news stand. Sometimes I have to say, "Oh, nope, sorry, just gas for me today." On this occasion I had a coupon. $2 off Camel #9 100's. Not as cool, but a coupon is a coupon.

John is so happy. He is so excited.
John had wanted a 5 hour energy, which I don't know what that is. And my tiny Conoco doesn't carry 5 hour energy. So I got him a Sugar free Redbull. And immediately we were ready.
See below:

The trip to Dallas from Arlington...is a trip. We were on the road around 9:35. This was the traffic. At 9:45. Everywhere. It blew. This is 360, for miles.

Hey look, it's that landmark. And that tacky green building. And that X building behind it that is also tacky. Hey, look at our skyline...look. We should fix this. Lets start a committee for Skyline Improvement. Aesthetic Appeasement. Approaching Amazement.

We made it to Greenville after being on the road literally 1hr and a half. Couldn't find parking. Hadn't heard from the ladies. The Red Bull wore off and the night was ending before it had began. John was hungry, so we stopped at the Taco C.
This was the drive-through guy. He is the Latino version of my father. Except he had kind of a hump. But as soon as we rounded the drive through line, I said, "That looks kind of like my dad." and John said, "I was thinking the same thing." and I called my sister just to double check and make sure my dad didn't have a second job at the Taco Cabana off lower Greenville.
He was at home, sleeping.

We finally consented to pay for parking. Pulled into a lot, "That'll be $10."
"John, the lot across the street is $5. Sorry friend, we're gonna go with the competition."
The lot across the street was...a little shady. An un-levelled grass field with rubble. We were basically the first car of the evening. And the attendant was sitting on an old clunker wearing a super rad t-shirt. He had it made.
Why is that Valet at Barcadia is like $3 or park where you want for free, and self park on Greenville is $5+ with scarcely any free parking? Listen, we're spending $50 on a tank of gas so we can drive back and forth down Greenville for 1/2 hour looking for parking in order to pay for your overpriced beer and house drinks...give us a parking break.
Whilst walking to the Libertine, John lost his nachos. No, he did not vomit. His newly purchased nachos fell to the sidewalk. It was maybe the first tragedy of the evening. I felt sad for John. He sat on the curb and finished them off and we finally made it inside the Libertine at 11:35. 2 hours to get from the Conoco off I-20 to the Libertine off Greenville. 2 hours. It was appalling.
We sat at the bar. The Libertine was dead. Deadish. There were three guys sitting next to us drinking scotch neat. None were prospectives. The only potential in the bar (in my opinion) was one of the bartenders. But I knew I wouldn't stay long enough here to pursue him.

Kerri had mentioned the Libertine the night prior, that the ladies should hunt there. Maybe it wasn't the best dive, but the idea of a Libertine seemed...well, liberating. Libertine meaning unrestrained and opposed to moral norms...seemed appropriate.

Speaking of unrestrained, John and I settled on two rounds of the champagne of beers. John then told me he didn't want to seem like one of those myspace people taking pictures of everything so I put the camera down. We stayed for 25 minutes, and after receiving "Gonna be late" messages from all the ladies, we decided to move to Barcadia where the chances were higher that at least one of us (John) might meet a person. See below:

We arrived at Barcadia, hearing from one of the ladies on the way that they were coming, and one of the ladies that they weren't. I perused through my address book to see who we might like to invite that evening seeing as our original plans fell through. And I came across one Ms. Holly. Sent her a text to invite her and was informed that "We" would be coming. Who the other "we" people were, we didn't care. We were excited to see Holly.
This is the inside of my purse.
John and I took turns one of us getting up leaving the other to scan the room. Barcadia really is Bargaydia and there is no shot for a straight girl to find a date in there. There was this guy wearing khakis and a striped button up shirt with the front tucked in and the back hanging out. He seemed clueless enough to be straight. And then he was spotted conversing with two very well put together men and I was done. I decided to commit to drinking and glancing at the entrance waiting for anything not gay to walk through the door.

Then these guys arrived. And I was at a table with three men...who thought my boobs were great for all the wrong reasons. I kept chatting, glancing at the door, chatting, glancing to the bar, chatting, door, etc. Then finally...

These amazing folks came to my side!!! I was so ecstatic to see them. Firstly because who doesn't love these three, secondly because 5's company, and lastly who DOESN'T love these three.

And this is all the man I'll ever need on a Saturday night. For realz. Right here.
I gave Holly a few quarters, got another drink, traveled between destinations (table + mario bros). It was 1:15 and I had 45 minutes to socialize. This was the first triumph of the evening.
Adam apparently is a haus at this game. I'll be honest, I don't really understand the whole "playing a video game for a high score" but I do know that Adam seems to enter his initials in quite often on this game. His initials being "BUD".

We called it a night, said our positive adieus, hugged, blew kisses, and parted ways. We were finally awake as we headed back home. The night being a success, not our original idea of success, but a success none the less.
Around 3 we made it back to Johns. John only wears cut off shirts at his house and had to change before he went inside.

We ended our Manhunt as best friends will, eating dry cereal out of the box and sharing deep dark secrets. We finally crashed around 5.

While Man-hunting I realized I really don't want to meet a guy at a bar. I really, really, REALLY don't. I've done that. I've dated/met/flung with guys from a bar. Guys I thought were cute but had nothing in common with. When you fling, your flung, and then you fly. It's not lasting. And what kind of story is that to tell,

"Now how did you two meet?"

"Well, I had one Goldschlager too many and Jim started looking pretty good. We've been tolerating each other ever since."

Wrong.

If I'm really that desperate to date someone, I'd date anyone. And I don't really want to date just anyone. So why am I man hunting? I don't think I was really. I needed to get out of the house, out of my room (see previous entry), and out of my head. And I did. And I had a fun time and that's all I really want, so...check.

We'll see how things...progress. And ladies--another time.

Room

2008-06-06T16:42:00.016-05:00

This is where I live. Enter the dungeon. I live in a windowless garage-converted room. I kind of love it. It's great for sleeping.

This is my bed for sleeping. I have skull & crossbones sheets that I love. I have lots of sheets I could use, and do only when I'm washing my skull & crossbones sheets. I feel a little cooler when I'm sleeping in these.

This is the wall above my bed.
1: This is the cd case for Ben Harper's Both Sides of the Gun. I thought it looked cool, and X hung it on my wall at my old apartment.
2: Painting B did for me in High School for theater.
3: Walmart clock
4: Jewelry on nails
5: Don't you love the wood paneling?

This the dial that turns my lights on. Weird. And a photo Jill took at the Bellagio. My fav hotel in the world.

Enter. Mardi gras beads Jill got for me from N.O. cause I like to take my top off alot.

This is a road sign that X stole for me. Park Central is the hotel I used to bartend at. Mambo's was in the hotel.

Adult Swim is the highlight of my life. I watch alot of TV of late. This is my TV. I got this entertainment center for free. Past roomate Dusty was doing work on a house or something. Owner of the house gave this to us. It's really the only furniture I kept from my old apartment. Everything else went on the curb.

Entertainment.
1: Sega Dreamcast I never use
2: DVD player that doesn't really work anymore
3: 20th Anniversary E.T. set
4: Robot Chicken
5: The Fly (The David Cronenburg one) 1&2
6: Almost Famous
7: Star Wars, Biatch
8: VHS, no VCR
9: Original E.T. VHS!
10: Little Shop
11: Kids in the Hall
12: Futurama seasons 3&4
13: Fargo
14: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
15: Princess Bride
16: Sound system purchased at Big Lots and rigged by yours truly.

Bird candle + red and purple candle holders + pink tinsel Christmas tree I can't bring myself to put away cause it's so cute
Nightstand
1: Lamp I've had since I was 13
2: Elephant bank
3: Vintage mirror Liz gave me
4: Secret Prescription strength (is it just me or does this not really work?)
5: One of many lint rollers
6: Phone
7: Lexapro
8: some other anti-anxiety stuff
9: some pain relievers for the old back
10: empty pill bottle
11: keys
12: Skinny Bitch that I keep by my nightstand to remember to give to JRo but always forget
13: Pepper Spray
14: Butane
15: Some apple thing that came out of B's pocket that I won't return
16: Old purple $1 falling apart journal I used to take with me and really write in. It's full and good to read
17: Bag of beads from necklaces I've broken and always promise myself to fix

This is my closet/majority of free space in my room.
1: Cat = Ella
2: Get ready mirror
3: Closet doors
4: Clothes Zoe let me borrow
5: Exercising ab helper thing
6: dirty laundry
7: i need to take my trash out

Makeup. This is my get ready area.
1: Nars Goldfinger or Emmanuelle.
2: Bourjois Suivez Mon Regard-Loose Powder Eyeshadow in some purply color
3: Black stuff from Hot Topic
4: Studio Gear Carribean Sea pressed powder
5:Mascara options
6: Foundation I'm not too fond of
7: all my sparkly stuff, urban decay, milan, roll ons, wet or dry, etc
8: i prefer bronzer to blush
9: stuff i rarely use cause it wasn't worth the purchase
10: Chanel No. 5, winter fragrance
11: Bedroom eyes
12: Lotion
13: Bumble&bumble Styling spray
14: Tresemme $3 hairspray that works better than b&b
15: Mitchem

Booshelf
1: Music/yearbooks/play shelf
2: my favorite shelf
3: my big book/no other place for stuff shelf
4: my important girly stuff
5: dusty ironing board
6: Gwen Stefani doll
7: wooden bird from fiji
8: Sewing kit
9: stuffed animals from ex's
10: E.T. Doll. I have a thing for ET
Shelf #2
1: World According to Garp by John Irving. Amazing read. Amazing read.
2: Thesaurus I bought from my 8th grade English teacher out of her class copies because I needed one. She was cool
3: 1001 Things Worth Knowing. Book I took from my Grandma's house that I thought was funny. It's old and silly
4: Man or Superman by GBS
5: Catcher in the Rye, yeah yeah
6: Sherlock Holmes
7: Little Women
8: My favorite book - The Orchid Thief
9: The Hours. Borrowed from Kevin H. in High School. Read in one day. never returned.
10: The Shape of Things.
11: Necessary Targets by Eve Ensler. Maybe my favorite play
12: Born Standing Up by Steve Martin. This book may have changed my life
13: Skinny Bitch in the Kitch. Vegan Recipes
14: The Awakening. eh
15: Collage journal. It's a secret
16: The Voice book. you know, for singing
17: Stuff on my Cat daily calender
18: Alice in Wonderland and the Cheshire Cat. This is my favorite statue. It contains joy.
19: Rasta Wallet
20: Yet another lint roller

Important Girly Stuff!!
1: Listerine I haven't used in a year
2: Tampons ahoy!
3: Several different levels of developer
4: Bleach
5: Pure Acetone
6: Trojan Ultra Thin's y'all. Wrap it up.
7: Pink hair dye
8: Manicure stuff
9: Fun plastic girly barrettes
10: Pumice stone
11: Pro Health travel size toothpaste
11 #2 apparently: Magazines
12: Old crocodile travel case I'm waiting to find the perfect use for

This is my closet. Well, half of it.
This is the bottom of the other half and my yellow lunch cart filled with shoes. Well, messy shoes. And my dirty laundry that I'm airing. And some weights.
Guitar. The only one I have left. Behind my closet curtains.
To conclude, this is my roomate. She is a cat. She is one bitch of a cat and I love her. She never shuts up. She is addicted to cat treats and sometimes has withdrawals from them. She pushes all my pillows and blankets away on one corner of my bed (as shown) and sleeps there whether I'm in bed or not. She is ok with me. She's very cute, look.

See how cute. How cute is this.

That's where I live. I've decided in my time of boredom that I'd like to make this a photo blog for the time being. I'll be carrying my camera around for the next oh-i-don't-know-how-long. We'll see how this goes. The end.

Oh, and here's a short video of my cat being lethargic. It's boring, that's all.

First Course: Sex. Follow with City. To be Followed with a little more Sex. Merci, Garçon.

2008-06-02T18:19:00.001-05:00

It's been a while. Due to the tremendously ridiculous demise of my ideal 21yr-olds job, I've privatized my myspace. Which means my blog is too. Which means I'm expecting my numbers to go way way way down for this one. So my blogger is officially open for business. I just haven't felt like keeping up, because in the past the idea of random folks reading about my life was exhilarating and fun for me to participate in. And then for a while I realized that people are prone to judge others, and by putting my opinions/life/whatever out there I was setting myself up for an upheaval of public doubt. And then I realized I don't give my right tit about who thinks I'm inappropriate or offensive or vulgar or whatever the matter might be. I really don't care. And also alot has happened. And I'm ready to write.

To begin, I find myself unemployed and desperately wondering what's next. But not in a bad way. My previous excursions and cross-encounters with major life transitions had proven me restless and impotent. Whilst having all options floating above, one finds that gravity increases. But, at this point I'm realizing it's time to fucking do something, but in the meantime I'm ok just hanging out. The keyword in the previous sentence is "ok". Yes, I don't especially enjoy my sleeping patterns/drinking patterns/social patterns as opposed to a busier self. But I'm managing to get by for the time being, and that's all anyone would expect me to do.

I had a relapse of break-up fever for about 3 days. Cried, called him, went over, cried, made out, cried, called him drunk, yelled, calmed down, went over, and resolved. I don't feel as though we ended on the best terms -- it's funny how blind one is when smitten; it's funny how foolish one acts in lust. I have realized I gave and did everything for him, which makes me no better than I've been in any previous relationship (ahem). I have realized how selfish a person must be in order to overcome depression. And I have realized that I was walked over. And I'm putting it past me, one day at a time. Yes, I felt fireworks in every kiss. And yes, I split sides and the sun rose and fell while lying in bed with him, wearing his t-shirts. But it was a dream. A silly dream and I'm through. I think our relationship was simply me trying to compensate for my 14 year-old cruelty of dumping him before we had a chance to share romance. And now we've shared romance. And sadly -- of course, sadly -- we are through. And I don't know if I wish him well. And I don't know if I should take his silly paintings off my wall. But we are through, and I'm ok. The keyword in the previous sentence is "ok."
I have dated. Quasi-successfully. I'm seeing a guy...quasi-seeing a guy. He is so wonderful, it's shocking. I feel scummy when I'm with him, as though I should be acting more the lady to his gentleman. I won't share his name; I'll try to hide him until this progresses if it will. I think he's adorable, charming, funny, handsome, and so generous. In every way. In every way. See title. I'm finding myself in that very, very first stage of interest: acute daydreams, hoping for that call yet surprised when his number pops, dressing up around him, and keeping my make-up at a minimum as not to introduce him to my drag-queen alter ego yet. I don't know if this is going to go anywhere amazing. Maybe it doesn't have to, not that I would be opposed if it did. But he really has shown me that there are, well, fantastic men out there. And some of them like me.

I will announce loud and proud at this very moment that the true love of my life has returned home to Suburbia -- Mr. John Wesley Magee. He sadly isn't living approximately 3 minutes down the street anymore, but we still see each other too much. And I love it. We have so much fun. Even though we secretly hate each other, we secretly love that we hate each other. We don't really do anything, but the important thing is that we don't do anything together. I make him sane, he makes me ok. He makes me ok. And this is how it always was and will forever be, spoke Abraham, and the seas shall turn black and all fires shall cease before the two known as Pecs and Boobs ever part. John just said this in the Jewish mother voice, "You know what I like about you Sage? You may be alot of things, but your not boring." And then I replied, " You maybe alot of things, but you're no sissy. You'll see, YOU'LL ALL SEE!!"

Despite my wonderful BFFFF, I've also realized the importance of girlfriends. Of whom I've never had many close ones. But lately, I've been bottle-of-wineing it with a few ladies and it's so ever refreshing. I saw Sex and the City last weekend. I cried through the whole movie and I'm serious. I think I was partly emotional because the anticipation to revisit the characters was so high, characters I love and miss. Also, I related to just about every storyline. Every arch. And I won't go into details personally, although readers are more than welcome to scan my archives (once uploaded to blogger) for this information. But I really did relate. And I also drank quite a bit in the theater, which engorged my tears. We hot-tubbed it after the movie at the new Fasset house. On the way there, Wendy and I saw a car of four emo looking boys in the drive through at, what else, Wendy's. She talked about their cuteness, and I drunkenly got out of the car and walked to theirs and invited them over. Minor controversy, major SATC move. I couldn't sleep that night, my head swimming with images of Carrie Bradshaw in her blue feather, veil, and Vivienne Westwood shoving white roses into Bigs face, and of a pregnant Charlotte and of her beautiful daughter Lily, and of Miranda's age lines and Samantha's obsession with guac (a pleasure I'm guilty of lately as well). They are making a sequel, it's been announced by Michael Patrick Star. And I can't wait to see it again.

As always, SATC gave me small perspective. No, I am proudly growing my potential in the sky still; everything is floating about. But it sort of helped...narrow things down. Well, narrow things away. I love Texas. And in Texas I'll stay. Until I'm not here. And I've applied to UNT. And depending on the job front I might be doing stuff in the fall. Oh, lets not talk perspective. Lets just just look at each other and dream.

So, alot's happened in a month and a half. I have two ex's out of the country and America has never looked better. I actually spoke with Chris. Oh my gosh I wrote his name, I'll keep it for shock value. I received an email from him after SATC night, and realizing this email was timed 30 min prior, so I decided to remove the block from his name and see if he was online. Wondering what he was doing awake at 6:00am, we began a gchat. He informed me that he was in London, and that it was noon there. We had chat and then we Skyped. I'm all for Skype, it's awesome. We talked for a good half hour, joked, caught up. And then I talked about Sex and the City and told him that he was my Big, except that I would never marry him nor was I madly in love with him. I said that Carrie and Big always managed to be friends after all the horrible events in their tumultuous relationship. And that I didn't see why we couldn't be friends. I said, "I don't hate you anymore. I don't resent you." I told him that yes, there were events in my life that will never leave me, that will maybe always haunt me or maybe always affect me. But that I think I'm finally ready to move past blame and accept acceptance. And he said thank you. And I'm sure we'll go for a drink when he's back from London Town.

John is pianoing. I must depart. I will be transporting my old archives so expect alot of posts soon.
Shalom.