Victorian Novels.

I always forget to blog.

Roger and Natalie came and went. That shit was fun. We ate food, played games indoors because it was too cold, bought wigs, you know chillaxed.

School has begun. First class will be interesting, I get to make a TV show. It is just hella long.

And I am skipping what will probably be my favorite class to go see Pico VS Island Trees this Wednesday. I am also skipping next Thursday's classes because I am going to New York City to dick around. Woooo.

Take Off Your Sunglasses

Jacque and I went to the secret (but not so secret since we knew about it) Sleeptalkers and Ezra Furman show. It was a pretty good time. Evanston is a cute little town. The bands were good. Jacque and I talked alot about recent cutie timez. After the show it was a full blown slumber party with McDonald's, pony tails, and conspiracy theories. And a new plan to go to France.

The next day I got to see John at Molly's. I missed him ever much so! We ate cupcakes and dived for records. I need a record player so I can buy nothing but Rolling Stone records and "Just Another Diamond Day" to listen to repeatedly. Oh I could buy them anyway and go to John's.

Roger comes in 3 days. I have some serious room cleaning to do today, but I already know I won't do it. I have no motivation yet, I will probably clean the day before he comes. It is the smarter idea anyway because I have been known to trash a room in only a few minutes. I will instead go buy the following for their arrival: toilet paper, hand soap, batteries, and candy (for me to eat right now.)

This may be the first blog in a long time that I didn't just blog to whine. Not positive though, I need to re-read what I just wrote.

The picture-postin' feature isn't working for me. Go to my flickr!

Woman timez

Went to Natalie's and had a pathetic but decent New Year's Eve. We vlogged about it.

Driving home, I have no idea how I got home. All I remember about the drive is The Strokes playing and thinking about James Franco.

Took my sister and one of her friends to see Bedtime Stories. I secretly liked it. Probably because it is a Disney production and I am havin' women timez which F's everything up. I like lame movies and cry for 20 minutes when my mom tells me she wants to throw away the television of my childhood. I told her it is my end table and I need it.

I leave Ohio on the 5th. 'Bout time, it's been kicking my ass. I have library books to return, people to apologize for being a sucky friend while away to, and things not to do up in Chicago. In a week or two Roger comes to visit me and Natalie will come up for it. Best time ever if I ever heard about one. Natalie and I are also seein' some shows. Gooooood timez.

Sleepy Craphead

It finally felt a little like Christmas when I went to my Grandma's house. Ate wayyyy too much.

I think I am slowly dying or at least my lungs are slowly just gonna implode.

It's okay though, because this picture exists:


I'm in Ohio until the 5th. Spendin' time with Natalie for New Year's. And then January goes balls to the wall with Roger visiting, a Jason with Redwalls show, and general fun times. Someone buy me a 30-day CTA pass.

Megabus

So I awoke, ate chips for breakfast and then headed out into the arctic tundra that is Chicago to get to the Megabus stop. Of course, the cta bus to get there took FOREVER so that started the panic attacks. And then I had to run in freezing-give-me-an-asthma-attack wind to the bus that was 30 minutes late anyway.

But, when I finally got on the bus, the driver was playing Dio! And then the Shaft theme song. And the couple in front of me are delightful and keep asking if I have enough room even though my hair is a friz windblown ball tranny mess, which I do have enough room bless them. The lady is also eating a party tray, they are living the dream. My day is starting to look up, knock on wood.

Off to Ohio.


A huge Macy's bag fell from the overhead compartment when I took this.

mourning

Today, my phone broke. It is like my first born child that grew up and got uncute died and I never got the chance to remind him that I loved him still.

I awoke to a call from Richard. I was all, "F it, I am still sleeping!" and put it to voicemail. I listened to that voicemail, something about hanging out. I got excited but still fell asleep, but not before I knocked the phone off my bed into a cup of water. I took the phone out of the water and foolishly thought it was okay and THEN I fell asleep. I awoke again to a angry black screened but still vibrating phone. It was dying.

So I decided to trek to the nearest verizon provider to see what I could do about my baby. They told me to put him in some rice. So I guess tomorrow I am gonna go get some rice. I guess that drys it out? And reactivated my old phone. MY OLD PHONE SUCKS. It is sooo hard to text and push any buttons and I am so upset.

So upset I decided to go to El Pollo Loco. Now I have queso sauce all over my bed.

In conclusion, I probably won't text much until a miracle shines down upon me and fixes my phone. Or I just get pissed and buy a new phone with money I don't have.

P.S.
The train ride home smelled like vomit. It was awful.

Surfing

I have a burn and it is gettin' NASTAY.

And all my windows are drafty, sucking the heat and my life force out with the wind. Bullshit.

Thanksgiving was precious. I LOVE karaoke-ing. Specifically Kanye and Mandy Moore.

My birthday is soon. Holla!