back from champaign.

you know that terrible storm that just happened in illinois last night?
yeah i was in a ditch for 3 1/2 hours waiting for a tow truck.
and it never came.
but a state police officer did.
so i had to stay in a hotel in mattoon.
shade fest 08.
got a tow truck this morning. just a flat tire.
finally home in time to go to my nephew's 1st birthday party and christmas eve dinner.
i know i am trying to be cooking more vegan things lately, but i just can't wait for the ham.

illinois

this is what i did today.

return to nyc.

we got into philly this morning at 4:30.

oh vey.

we stayed at dave's parents' house after the show on sunday with maps. 

his dad was at the concert for bangladesh.

i nerded out over it.

tomorrow i get to go home (if weather allows).

ketchup bottles.

horseradish.

all things good.

to illinois.

back with PIM. 

i concur with my bestie that ohio is kind of  hole.

terrifying at every rest stop. but that's ok.

oh yeah, go (with an implied subject of you though no yous read this) here.

hahahaha.

pitchfork can be such douches sometimes, because none of us can understand how the dudes made it under NIN in #1's. i emailed them and asked for an explanation of what the percentages are indeed describing/analyzing blah blah blah..

we had an intense discussion about diagramming sentences last night. no one remembered that a, and, and the are categorized as articles and therefore are adjectives. i did. i love diagramming sentences.

to chicago tonight.

you know how i love chicago.

seeing 'land of lincoln' on license plates warms my heart.

i'll blare sufjan in my ears as we enter. 

i love illinois.

windy

why does it feel like chicago outside?

if i have to deal wiht chicago weather, at least give me cute chicago boys to go along with it.

oh tribeca

the cute dude from stars like fleas that everyone and their sister has a crush on just walked in the venue i work at. flutter. i love the hometapes family.

back from belgium

so i decided to sit on my floor and organize all my receipts from 2008 so far.

i know how to party.

hoooome

i get back to new york tomorrow.

kortrijk is weird.

awkward shows.

ready to sleep in my own bed for a few days before i set off again.

i am ready for a long winter's nap.

and some hot chocolate.

and some stl goodness.

back in brussels

the annoying thing about flying to brussels is that all the PA announcements are in english, then french, then dutch. stop interrupting the episode of the office i am trying to watch in order to tell me that duty free things are now on sale!

for the first time in my life i had a car awaiting my arrival at the airport. and that car ended up costing 209 euros to take me to kortrijk.

tomorrow is thanksgiving.

and my birthday.

i always get so emo on my birthday.

:(

new york

i am back in new york finally.

done with the subtle/zach hill tour.

it was cool.

but seriously, watching zach hill playing is one of the single most amazing experiences.

possibly as amazing as when he lowers his eyes and the corners of his mouths smile when he says, "hi, elisabeth."

and the dudes in subtle are possibly the sweetest people ever.

and then there are the bearded ones. oh the bearded ones with with all of their heavy gear.

and boston market is a god send.

chicago.

semi blizzard to toronto.

montreal.

lost power cord in boston.

new york.

now in middleton, connecticut in the most "college boy" house i have ever been in.

only a few days left till i am back in nyc, then off to kortrijk.

i'm tired and want to cook food.

PIM-P

in philly at jess and chris' house before the boys and i set off today.

i had a delicious black raspberry brew last night. delicious. 

and i had the last of the bar's supply. boo ya.

wish me luck that i won't screw something up.

and hello, chicago. i love you.

and p.s.-i have not watched it yet. but why has serena been captured by a hipster? ugh. i am so sick of the "everyone loves a hipster" plot lines. they objective them. it's not nice. i do not approve. 

ahh

today i am moving to greenpoint. 

i never realize how much clothing/how many pairs of shoes i own until i forced to pack them.

i hang my head in shame.

listening parties

last night i went to a listening party for the new animal collective album that comes out in january. it was weird i guess. going to harlem to sit a room with people to listen to some tunes for an hour. made me realize how no one really gets together for the sole purpose of listening to music. shows are different with the energy going back and forth between performer and crowd. well i lie. i am sure there are groups of people that get together and nerd out. but this was a bizarre, no one talk and everyone nod their head to the beat, party. the album was not as good as their last but, the sound system was too bass heavy for their music i think. and the room was a long rectangle. so it wasn't an ideal listening space, but i got to hear it early, so i can't complain.

huzzah

i found a new apartment. 

i sign tomorrow.

on huron street right off of manhattan ave 

greenpoint.

the bedrooms are tiny. but the living areas are freakishly huge.

and i will be paying less than i am now. 

i am happy.

until i realize my bed and dresser don't fit in the room. eek.

and the boys will hate me for asking them to carry my stuff up three flights of stairs. 

oh well.

cmj was exhausting.

my arms got bigger from lifting all that mess.

but much fun was had.

ah brussels. the love of my life. who needs a man when you can have a city like this?

sitting on a bench. golden leaves falling around me.

in front of a lake. in front of a medieval church. next to my hotel.

the crappy thing about getting off a plane at 8:30 is 1)way jetlagged and 2)you cant check in to your hotel until 2 or 3 pm. so i bum around the city looking for free wireless. and voila. here it is.

sat next to this asian dude on the plane. i never talk to people on planes. but we chatted. talked about why we were going to brussels. blah blah blah. he asked about the book i was reading (Mugabe by Martin Meredith...amazing) and he then proceeded to be like "oh i'm south african." well that explained his semi asian semi british accent. so we had an interesting chat.

i slept for two hours on the plane which is a record for me. 

and now i have a friend sitting on the bench drinking beer at 11 am. 

oh belgium.

you and your waffles, snails, beers, frites, and sprouts.

i love you.

i don't know...

...how i feel about this.

but i will say that i have changed my mind in the past few months since being in new york. i was in denial for a while. my friend robbie reprimanded me once when he said, "come on, elisabeth. we're all a little hipster." it's kind of true. i guess. i don't think i have or will ever reach the full status of hipster. definitely nowhere near that. nor do i wish to be. but i enjoy this middle ground. the "normal" non-hipsters in my life call me "the hipster whisperer". yes. i will be the liaison between real life and everything ironic. so you know what? i accept my inbetweeness. and i am not ashamed of that. how un-hipster of me. word.

oh. and happy birthday, john lennon. muah.

oy

i get home from brussels on the 20th of october.

cmj with PIM starts on the 21st.

looking for an apartment needs to start somewhere in there.

working for a couple weeks.

adding a PIM tour in there,

before i leave for belgium again on the 25th of november.

to then turn 24 in a foreign country on thanksgiving.

my life started speeding up all of the sudden.

i just need to find an apartment.

we premiered in rotterdam last night. 

rotterdam is bizarro. they call it the netherlands' capital of architecture. because i mean, you have to come up with a lot of new buildings when germans bomb he crap out of you. but the architecture is so drab and depressing. it makes me want to stay in my hotel room and sleep all the time. i will probably take a day trip to amsterdam on sunday because i have the day off.  i need pretty dutch-ness. 

on top of this boringness, the guys in the company, anne, and i have formed a band. mind you, all songs are made on garageband and are mainly inspired by other substances. but amazingly enough some of the songs are awesome. very dirty projectors. ok. definitely not that good. let me just say, i am a robot voice on one of them. yes. and a british robot, nonetheless.

after the premiere last night we had a talk back. and the woman interviewing the company said that when i came out to bow she was shocked. because i am in costume and am completely unidentifiable, she thought, by my wicked dancing kills, that i was a black man. it is easy to say that that was one of the greatest compliments i have ever received. 

yep.

hi jess.

i need sleep

i leave for amsterdam in 5 days again. actually looking forward to it as after that, i get to fly to chicago for a week and see my best friend who i have not seen for almost a year.

hung out with maps and atlases this weekend in a beautiful part of brooklyn i had never visited. going to hang in brussels. blush.

and i love this triangle i have going. pattern is movement talk about the dynamos. the dynamos talk about maps and atlases. maps and atlases talk about pattern is movement. and i sit in the middle with love for all.

i waited...

...to get the new maps & atlases ep. joyous ecstasy now that i have it. my brain is always a fog after their shows. in that best "did i really just witness that" sense. and i will do it again friday. and maybe in belgium. let's see how stalkerish i can get...

the indie rock dance is the most interesting thing to me. it's like people want to dance, but restrain themselves and only either nod their head or do the violent heel thumping which could greatly damaged their knees. but oh well. just dance gosh darn it.

gross

superficiality is getting to me. i never wanted to live here because i didn't want to get caught up in all things material. i am sick of wanting new black shoes that i know i will never wear. come on. since when do i wear heels on weekdays. or ever. gross.

i went to this discussion thing last night concerning northern uganda. and then i realized just how ignorant people are. "kampala is industrialized. you never would have thought about it. but it is." this coming from a college sophomore's mouth. seriously? this just proves that it's not only ignorance of current states that needs to be remedied, but it's the ignorance of historical/political progression. there are sophomores in colleges that still think of africa as the dark continent where no "civilization" has taken hold? gross.

tomorrow. maps and atlases. one hundred percent not gross.

the only living girl in new york

been back in the country for 5 days now or so. and i have worked every day of that. i better be rolling in money soon or something. but all good things come to those wait. chris and andrew had a show when i was gone and have one coming up when i will be on tour again. which is why i couldn't manage them this fall. but they have a show at nyu tomorrow. nyu students coming back into town is so annoying. so i am going to crash their "welcome back" concert. and sit in the vip lounge with my boys. which is also awesome because i have wanted to see the french kicks for a while now and they are playing too. i have never listened to broken social scene, but have heard their name everywhere. we shall see. maps and atlases have 2 shows here next week. that's too much right? i can't just go and creepily stare at dave for two shows. or can i? 

trying to get my apartment back in order. and by back in order, i mean pack it up. i am here for a little more than two weeks, gone for another month, then i have to find a new apartment. thanks god. i am packing some crap up now so i can get pumped about finding a new place. it's going to be painful to find something, but i have now found a slew of 4 guys to help me. everyone keep their fingers crossed for greenpoint.

the rest of the tour was good. in austria we won the price for "best young directors" which includes 10,000 euros and a mont blanc pen worth approximately the same amount. ridiculous.

the netherlands? eh. not impressed. of course it was not the cool part. i go there next. but it was cold and i had to wear a coat and scarves. and then i came home to 80 plus degree weather. gross.

danke hamburg

i am terrible at updating.

i leave hamburg very early tomorrow to go to austria.

you know. where the hills are alive with the sound of music.

you better believe i am going to take the tour.

one of the actor's girlfriends went on it and left half way through because it was all old americans singing the songs.

i hope that's true.

we closed romeo and juliet last night and close the other show tonight.

time flies when you are working a lot. 

and i just went to the most amazing rothko exhibit.

and i bought new boots.

whoops.

i still haven't eaten a hamburger

i have dealt with so much new york drama over the past two days that it might be better if that city exploded. but it would be terrible if that happened and then the authorities came looking for me because typed this.

last night the producer wanted to take us out to dinner and it was all rainy. so we took cabs to the location which was quite a hike from the theater. but when we got there, the police were walking towards us with police tape saying we couldn't enter that area. apparently they found a bomb from WWII and they had to clear the area so they could dismantle it. this apparently happens two or three times a year in germany. what are the chances that i could possibly get blown up at dinner?

hamburg is awesome.

but i have been in a theater ten hours a day for the the past four days.

theater will be the death of me.

homeland bound

i miss st. louis. the trip home was so refreshing. seeing grass. and i didn't even allow myself to do any work while i was there. but then reality hit when i got off the plane. life sped up. real fast. 

two weeks of rehearsing and managing company crap. i learned some tax forms in and out. have to figure out visa applications for australia. i think my eyes are crossed now. theater is going to be the death of me.

but i found out i am not going to switzerland (which was what i wanted) and will be in nyc for cmj. but then i learned that badges for cmj are $400. seriously? apparently cool kidz have a lot of money. or their parents are extremely generous. definitely not getting a badge. will have to hope to be lucky and get into the shows i want.

i just did the "i wonder if i can actually fit all of these clothes into a suitcase" trial run. and i am very impressed with my packing techniques if i say so myself. 

i leave on tuesday.  

i bought season 3 of mythbusters on dvd.

getting paid to be in europe for a month+mythbusters= my happy place.

illinois

it's the best place to be. i went home before i start the tour in a couple of weeks. i have never loved the dirt and corn until i moved to a place where grass doesn't exist. thank you, illinois, for keeping your grass. it makes me love coming home.

and once again, maps & atlases was unspeakably awesome.

hot.

fred introduced me to a new show that is ridiculously awesome, so i have been watching (and rewatching) "the IT crowd" on youtube.

it's unfortunate when you fall in love with characters on a tv show isn't it?

i love richard ayoade.

off to st. louis tomorrow.

soon to be off in europe starting my career or something fun like that.

NEWS FLASH.

Ryan Adams and Mandy Moore finally broke up. Whew. I was worried for awhile. So he just needs to fixed that bad "my hair is black, i bleached it, and now it's orange" thing and all will be well in the world.

My fourth of July? 

1. Sonic Youth show. So awesome.

2. Organizing my closet by color. Yes. Also awesome.

Back to St. Louis soon.

ok. so an amendment. i think "hottest song ever" needs to be shared. i think the zombies' "time of the season", "tell her no", and radiohead's talk show host all share the position.

last night i went to the public's production of hamlet for shakespeare in the park. thankfully, no rain. actually kinda chilly. and...james franco was sitting four rows in front of me. there are few stars i get giddy over excepting philip seymour hoffman (who i get to see on sunday night), but mr. franco had on a leather jacket and was hella smoking hot. he looked very dylan. mmm...

and the show was awesome. i have never seen a stage version of hamlet. and it was great. and matthew helped build it. ha.

yesterday at work, my new wisdom tooth started hurting. and on the train ride home from the park it really started to flare up including shooting pains. i called the nyu dental school today (because that's the only place i can afford to go) and went in as an emergency. everyone that looked at my xrays would always say "oh" in a non positive way. awesome. thankfully they pulled it. but now my face is fat, bruised, and hurty.

so i got someone to cover my shift tonight. just sitting here. going over the lines for romeo and juliet. now that i am in my shakespeare mode.

and tomorrow? brighton beach. then pattern is movement show in williamsburg. woot.

aw it's father's day.

while i was cleaning and packing to move here, i came upon this pair of 1940's glasses in a drawer. i asked my mom about them and she directed me to my dad. 

he said he forgot about them. he found them a year or so earlier and thought i might like them.

i have always loved glasses. i had a pair of black rimmed cat eye glasses that i wore when i was thirteen. i was definitely not the cool kid in school. but i couldn't wear them often b/c they were a prescription but not mine.

within the last couple of weeks of living in illinois i tried to find someone to put lenses with my prescription in the frames. 

i couldn't find anyone.

but last week i beheld the "Miracle on Grand Street".

gotta love chinatown.

they made my dreams come true.

and my dad gets all the props for finding the frames for me.

i love my dad for vintage glasses. and tacos.

all the sonic youth tickets are gone.

i cursed web browsers everywhere.

too 2 two to hot.

96 degrees in june is too much. when you don't have air conditioning, etc.

ugh. miserable.

tomorrow is supposed to be bad too, but then it will break a little.

and thank god. 

because i have a party in hip town to go to on saturday and going to be rocking my "these black jeans are so tight they look like leggings" jeans and my new white ankle boots. i will probably fit in with the cool kidz. 

which, let' s face it, i should be ashamed of.

tomorrow night is the death cab show that i couldn't get a ticket for.

sad. so sad. 

but then again. it will probably be gross and sweaty.

gavin rossdale put out a solo album?

oh my.

in high school, er i guess it was more middle school, he was the musician all the girls had a crush on. those terrible teenie bopper magazines ha posters of him and stuff. i guess that's when you know you've arrived.

i remember when he and gwen stefani got married and that was the buzz of the halls before school started.

remember middle school?

remember when it was ok to like bush?

time have a-changed.

THE RED WINGS WON AGAIN!

could life be better?

oh yeah. 

it would be better if what's his name wasn't married.

oh well.

so i have been talking to this guy lately. art talk. music talk. flirt talk.

and i find out today.

he's married. 

you know what doesn't work?

wanting to date a married guy.

at least now i know why he hasn't asked me out yet.

it might upset his wife.

seriously?

so tonight, the company i am going to be romping around europe with for the next few months, won an obie, which is sponsored by the village voice and is THE award for off-broadway stuff.

kinda funny.

good thing they had someone to turn the lights on for the show or perhaps there wouldn't have been as many "effervescent results".

cough cough nudge nudge.

good music makes crappy, sick, and rainy days better.

while at work i am constantly bonding with the shoppers due to the music selection i play while at the store. the zombies always bring us together. i think it is official that time of the season is the sexiest song of all time. agree or disagree? oh wait no one reads this. right i forgot. because blogs are lame or something.

the zombies are hot. and make me think of my boys in chicago. and it makes me laugh to think that when i was young and the phrase "who's your daddy" was popular for some reason, i would always respond "is he rich like me".

they don't play much ricky nelson though. which is a sad day indeed.

(i was thinking about playing chris and andrew's new cd, but um...don't think rich mommies would go for it.)

(and i really want to dye my never-dyed hair. but i know i would be pissed at my self if i did. i almost bought some dye last night. oh my. what's gotten into me?)

i opened my window last night for something.

and now it won't close.

oh, sunset park.

i had a run-in with the nypd last night.

ha.

the other day, i heard a guy say, "thank god that it's 'tits and ass' weather".

seriously?

it's terrible here.

everyday, i feel so objectified. and this isn't some feminist rant. it's just simply ridiculous to hear some of the guys here. i wear shorts, guys stare. i wear a knee-length dress, guys stare. shoot. i would wear jeans and a button up shirt totally being unattractive, and guys still stare. so there is basically no hope. 

at first, i wanted to use my eyes to cut them down with disdain, but i never did.

because i learned that ignoring them sometimes made them more upset. 

my friend said that the other day, some guy in a car was yelling and honking at her, but she ignored him. so he retorted, "fine. i'll fuck you later."

oh my. do guys seriously think women like being objectified?

i can't speak for my entire sex and say that we all hate it, but i am not a slut. i do not go out of my way to show off my body to you. so please, pack it in and shut the heck up.

my friends, chris and andrew of pattern is movement, played a show tonight.

you know when you're just happy to see someone, and then they go over the top and play an awesome show too? it's like christmas.

you know how i said michael shannon was hot?

well, i walked out of work on st. mark's today.

and guess who was walking right next to me?

michael shannon.

aaaahhhh.

i first swore i shouldn't say anything.

but i did anyway.

we chatted on the sidewalk for a few minutes about the show.

and then he asked my name and shook my hand.

"i'm mike."

aaaahhhh.

i just got back from seeing a play.

the little flower of east orange.

you know.

directed by my fav, philip seymour hoffman.

mmm.

i saw him a few weeks ago out side the theater and that made my, um, life.

the play was awesome.

ellen burnstyn was amazing. especially live.

and michael shannon was awesome. and really hot.

i didn't see hoffman.

sigh. 

i love this city (which is funny because earlier this week i hated it...)

i just spent ten miuntes standing in the door of the boutique watching people fight outside and then two of them get taken away in a cop car.
that was better than when there would be car crashes in front of our house on vandalia.

i don't care if southpark has a funny episode that talks about aids.

you know what i don't want to hear?

you being a douchebag on the train saying things like "are you positive?"  "i'm hiv positive."

seriously?

i thought about embarrassing them and their pop culture antics, but didn't have emotional energy to pull up all the statistics in my brain and conjure up enough attitude to be the cool, condescending girl. 

but next time i will.

i hate idiots.

and amazingly enough, they are always wearing yankees hats.

shocking.

i just saw a raccoon on the sidewalk.

awesome.

and when i said i was sad that new york doesn't really have a "springtime", i did not mean that i want it to be 40 degrees and coat wearing time again. thankyouverymuch.

i started watching gossip girl tonight.

i know it's lame.

totally lame, but the girls at work convinced me to watch it.

it makes my life seem like so much less drama. thank, god.

before i came home from work, i got over $200 worth of clothing.

it was free.

i love my job. it's totally boring, but they give me money and free clothing.

what could be better?

the amazing thing though, is that when you get free clothing, you are extremely particular with what you buy. all my life i wasted money on clothing that was "ok" and now that i get free clothing i am so picky with what i get. the clothes aren't always my style, but whatever.

i think  am getting excited about touring in august. i don't know. a month in germany and austria? i think it might be lonely, but i will try my best.

excited to swap new york for hamburg.

i'm ready to move out of southern brooklyn.

north, here i come.

ug. but my lease isn't up until the end of november.

and i think i am spending the end of november on tour who knows where in europe.

but now i can luckily recruit a group of guys to help me move.

powers of manipulation and charm. 

plus one.

today, jack nicholson and i were watching the same group of guys break dancing.

awesome.

even though, the true hip hop world does not approve of the term "break dancing".

i learned this in my quest of a college degree.

today, jack nicholson and i were watching the group of guys b-boying.

is that right?

i don't know.

i got sunburned from being in the park for four hours today.

thank god i kept that leather jacket on.

it provided awesome tan lines.

it passed 80 degrees today.

seriously.

why does spring not exist in new york?

i remember many days in champaign lounging on the quad in a light jacket.

basically, here there is only summer and winter.

parka or tank top.

but i guess that means it's barbeque season here. which is  big deal.

i went to one last weekend and have another this weekend.

if you have any place to keep a grill, that is reason enough to celebrate.

bret and i are eating lunch tomorrow. then wandering through the park.

yesterday he made $60 fiddling around in central park.

my roommate wanted us to go and dance around in the park and be all modern dance-y and see if anyone would give us money.

but when people just start dancing, on-lookers give the "artists are crazy" look to each other.

someone remind me what art is supposed to be again.

also, i am trying to be less melodramatic in life.

ha. we'll see how that works out.

no time to even care about a blog, let alone write one.

but last night...

grrr....

i was in greenpoint having dinners with friends. 

i left circa 12:15.

"that's reasonable," you might say.

well it's not.

the shortest distance to take would be the G to the F to the R to the D. 

not terrible, but the G and F train can be dodgy at night.

but no.

i'm going to take the safer trains and go through the city.

so here we go...

i get on the G after waiting ten minutes.

not terrible, but please note that i haven't slept in two weeks. so i am extremely ti ti.

get off the G and transfer to the L. 

wait a while longer for the L to show up only to discover that the L is running in two different chunks. 

so i have to get off at bedford to then take another L into union square. 

it takes awhile for the other L train to show up. 

oh. and there was almost a fight in the train including the guy next to me.

finally i am at union square and finally the N train shows up. 

now at this point the N is hella local going all the way downtown. 

in order to avoid the extra wait time of going int downtown brooklyn, i get off at canal and get on the Q.

from the Q i have to make the long crossover from atlantic to pacific platforms.

not bad. 

until i sit waiting for the D for twenty minutes.

dear, lord.

the D comes. 

it's local of course by now.

and some crazy guy starts harassing this girl near me. no else seemed to be paying attention, so fortunately we got off the train because i had to kick him or something.

2 1/2 hours later. i was home.

reason #423 new york is kinda crappy.

All Points West Music and Arts Festival.

Radiohead.

Animal Collective.

The New Pornographers.

Mates of State.

Kings of Leon.

$258 for three days.

gggrrr.

i love friends and slumber parties.

all of my chicago friends need to exodus.

ok. maybe not all of you.

i don't like all of you.

and chris had some miraculous advice for bret. that all me are douche bags. i said amen. and in order to succeed at marriage you just have to admit it. at least someone gets it...

all i ate today was a piece of pizza. 

awesome.

living in new york lesson #65.

we went to the pattern is movement show on friday. unspeakably delightful. afterwards the band was going to give us a lift to some other party in brooklyn before they headed back to philly. but as we crossed the east river on manhattan bridge, i, being the only new yorker (besides bret who lives in the bronx which is so far away it's practically connecticut), realized we were leaving brooklyn. um...

there is a leonard street in both brooklyn and manhattan.

always check the borough.

we had them drop us off by a train and proceeded to return to my apartment.

this took approximately an hour. laaaame.

it's weird to meet people who do not have their driver's license.

school shooting in illinois.

ah, today. a day for pining.

apparently the daily post thing hasn't happened lately.

it finally snowed. and stayed. people in park slope can't drive. they seem to embrace the "if i keep spinning my tires, i will most certainly move" flawed method. we midwesterners know how to maneuver cars in all precipitation occurrences. i have slid through collinsville and edwardsville more than once.

the worst thing about working at a boutique is that no guys come in, unless they are with their girlfriends. lame. the best thing about working at a boutique? adorable guys trying to find something for their girlfriends/wives before valentine's day. they walk in and just look dumbfounded. awesome.

i went to  my first protest/rally today. yeah. revolutionary. i didn't actually march though. i thought my toes were going to fall off from standing outside for an hour. but one of the speakers was from the congo. he and i discussed why it would be awesome/terrible to be in the congo.

i think new york needs more bearded mountain men. or i need to find where they hang out.

during the slow day at work today, i was looking through the "best and worst" of fashion week. in the "worst" section the critics were discussing how these certain glasses were terrible. in my opinion, they were freaking awesome. The dumb critics said "these glasses are so Grace Kelly in Rear Window". Um...what woman with any taste in this world does not want to look like Grace Kelly in Rear Window. Seriously. Fashion snobs suuuck.

pattern is movement show on friday. finally. i have been waiting since 2006. good music. good beards. enough said.

do i miss driving?

not really.

i think it's cool that i do not have to drive anywhere.

but there is definitely a sense of awareness that people lose when they do not drive for a while.

proprioception. 

i don't lose it, because as a dancer in a crowded class you have to make sure not to kick anyone in the head. and because i am awesome.

but in target on atlantic avenue, especially on sundays, no one pays attention to anyone else.

so. i have a few things to pick up. it take me forty minutes to get through the aisles due to shopping morons with no awareness of their surroundings. then i want to shout curses to the skies.

all this frustration for a little mouthwash.

i am so sick of seeing leggings.

i hate when people talk about how hard it is to date someone form a different borough.  seriously. it's new york. everything is far from everything else. and i say, if you are lucky enough to meet someone here that you care about, you better shut your mouth and get on the ferry and go to jersey city to see them. ok. maybe jersey city is stretch, but you know what i mean.

Ray's Pizza in the East Village saved my life once again.

I have decided that I hate pretty, blonde girls. They must be obliterated.

i started my new job at a boutique in brooklyn today.

i get good hourly wage plus 40% off the merchandise.

then i get an "allowance".

i didn't know what that was.

but apparently every month i get $150-$200 of free clothing.

can you say "heaven"?

A side order of fries at the HighLine Ballroom is $6.

Bull crap.

i realized today that i do not know what blood type i am.

when i called and asked my dad if he knew, he said "red".

i took my first trip to the bronx. by bus. via spanish harlem. and survived.

awesome thing: spending a lot of money on an umbrella that won't get all wonky in the rain and wind.

terrible thing: when your awesome umbrella is sitting in your kitchen in brooklyn and you spent the night in the bronx.

my apartment building always smells like weed.

my toilet broke the other day. well. it still works. the chain on the inside broke meaning the flusher doesn't work. so now i have to reach inside and pull the flappy (technical term) up in order to flush. it will probably remain like this until i get piss tired of dunking my hand into cold water a few times every day.

in new york, or at least at my bank, they put a hold on any check over $400. not so awesome when you have to pay rent and they have a hold on your account, aye?

This is to be used for recording my mundane research.

It will include, but will not be limited to sightings of famous people, conversations overheard on the subway, pointless facts, and generally interesting or uninteresting things.

Sound exciting?

No. It probably won't be. 

But I did see Sarah Jessica Parker the other day.

omg.