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?