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.