Brilliant Blood n' Guts

+ My Big Sister is a brilliant genius. I could go on for days about all the things I learned from her - to like Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, and Silverchair; to dress like a pirate every chance I get; to sleep only on the fluffiest of beds; etc - and I could go on and on about the great, indestructible, beautiful person that she is, but I think this video project says enough about her lovliness. The first edition of the Mimerina series was done on the Bay Bridge but the cops stopped her for apparently disturbing the peace. This one kind of pokes fun at that while keeping her from getting arrested:

Ashley Lauren Saks Presents: A Day in the Life of a Mimerina

+ I cant recall the exact explanation for what my brain does while I am sleeping but I have either and overactive or an underactive R.E.M. cycle that leads to constant, lucid dreaming. I sleep very lightly and as soon as I finally fall asleep I begin dreaming, and each time I wake up to brush my teeth or wash my face I have a new dream upon falling back to sleep. These dreams are incredibly vivid and I can remember most of them upon waking. Oftentimes I require several minutes to shake myself from them and if I am not permitted these minutes, I feel foggy for most of the day, having been roused prematurely from some intense plot. These dreams are never normal going-to-class-naked, teeth-falling-out dreams, they are convoluted and go from place to place with complete plot developments. Last nights dream was this:

I lived with my mother in some strange apartment that I partially recognized as my own in the East Village but was far larger and was down some kind of hall. The apartment itself was decorated like a movie or a TV show might decorate the apartment of an artsy mother and daughter and my room was somehow big enough for two huge TVs, a Queen sized bed, a leather couch, a weights machine, and an enormous mirrored wall. At the start of the dream, my mother was packing to go on some kind of vacation and it was realized that I was pregnant, but not showing, and she was nervous to leave me alone. We had planned, however, a going away party in which several local dirtball guys showed up and playing Guitar Hero with me in my room. It was a whole different game and I know that, while dreaming, I knew the songs but I cant remember them now. We tried to play nonetheless but I only had one controller because I had apparently stolen the whole system from Brittany and Kristen, who have Rockband in real life, and decided they wanted to buy a whole new game and gave me the old one. After awhile, my mother said goodbye and left, making me promise to keep her updated on my pregnancy that she was actually very excited about, assuming this may have been intended to take place a few years in the future. The random guys took me out for a drink and then I went home by myself, admired my room, and went to sleep. Upon waking, in my dream, I discovered that I was in labor and all by myself pushed out the baby in about five minutes. I wrapped it up, put it in a bassinet and then left it there while I went to go pick up a friend's dog that I was meant to babysit. With the dog, a black pug, I went to the restaurant Po that is actually incredibly tiny and in Greenwich Village but, in my dream, was enormous with many different seating areas and in Midtown. Upon arriving, I sat at a table with the dog and several other people, apparently my Dream Friends and the waiter cooed at the dog before letting it run around the restaurant. I then tried to find the dog but the carpet was black and I couldnt see him and I was picking up dozens of other dogs that were either not the right breed or wearing a collar that this dog wasnt and I ran out after panicking that Id lost my friends dog. One dog had on some kind of an elfin cape. (At this point, there was some kind of murder plot involving and elevator, but I cant recall how or why it happened or anything other than the fact that it was much like Mission Impossible) Then I met up with Alex, the only person besides my mother that I know in real life and in this dream, and we tried to go back to Po. We went to a self-order station and ordered a slice of Lime Jello Pie. This automated arm reached out, found the cake, cut us a piece, put it on a plate and then sent it to the seating area where we could wait for it. When we got there, the very enormous waitress wouldnt allow us to sit and so we had to perch near on this extravagant quilted chair for awhile. I suddenly remembered that Id given birth to a baby that morning and that I hadnt told my mother, and I told Alex that he would simply have to take the baby and be its father. We still hadnt been seated by the time I woke up.

Not my most interesting dream by any stretch of the imagination, but I had my computer by my side as soon as I woke up and typed it out. Ill try to do this more often, because sometimes they are even greater than this.

Sluttiest Life Ever

There are a lot of things that I do not know and that I do not understand but there are just as many things that I do. Almost two months ago I made the choice to separate myself from something that was, at one point, working but becoming unhealthy, from someone I thought about loving more than once. Because I am a young female in New York City I am constantly burdened, along with many other women, with the reminder that my odds of ending up alone are astronomical, and I felt a great deal of pride in myself for having made this decision regardless of this looming possibility. This was perhaps the first time I made what seems like a very adult decision, and in doing this I realized, again for the first time, that Ive done a lot of learning from a lot of mistakes and I had broken the cycle. I didnt ignore the decline in the situation, I didnt fool myself into thinking we could work through it, I didnt go back again and again, I simply said my piece and backed away, gracefully and with my dignity in tact and a sound mind. When this person chose to reappear, I was curious to see if the feelings that were once exciting and strong would return, like maybe I wasnt so wise after all and that perhaps Id do the "young" thing and try to rekindle something, as if people can change. I was, however, semi-disappointed that not only did those feelings remain dormant but I was and am actually over it. Im over so many things and its like in my twentieth year Ive suddenly become an adult with real goals and real aspirations and a real consideration for my future. I talk about it. When I close my eyes, I see it. This person and I met up on a corner and walked back to my place and he expected that the only thing that had changed was that I had added a pentagram to my floor and he said it wasnt "endearing" the way I was shutting him out, turning away from him, no longer enticed. But how do you explain to someone that you have completely outgrown them and that all the things you once said, you no longer mean? (Natasha Khan wonders here.) This week I accidentally made a lot of decisions and had a lot of decisions made for me that, a year or two or three ago, I would have felt good about, laughed off, maybe bragged about, and that I now feel foolish for and wish I had not allowed. Now there are wants at stake, at risk, when I am hasty and too frugal with myself, aspirations and people to let down and fuck up. It feels sad and scary but sure to know how serious I am about the things I am working for as of late.

This doesnt mean that I am no longer the same debaucherous lunatic that Ive always been, just a more grounded, focused, useful lunatic. I havent had much to say to the internet recently, I guess, because Ive suddenly had/found more things to do. Responsibilities. Obligations. Structure. Ive been going out - to movies, to bars, to shows, to Happy Hour with actual working people, to Boogie Nights themed parties that required hours of preparation only to guzzle vodka and tequila, get sweaty, get rained on, take care of an equally drunk friend, drive home, "lose" my keys, dump the contents of my purse in the street, discover that said friend is missing, call my super, knock furiously on my neighbors door, "find" my keys, and then black out - four nights a week for awhile now and Im really satisfied in this new productive version of my old ways that I had once traded in for a kind of catatonic laziness and bitterness that only ever feels right in the summer time. Its autumn now and Ive even been wearing socks.


That is my right arm. These are good people on a good-bad night last weekend.

I Have a 1970s Porn Doppelganger

Either that or I did some really excellent porn in the 70s. I mentioned a few weeks ago having gone to see 42nd Street Pete's Night of Perverted Pleasure where the feature film was Dear Pam, a 1976 film starring John Hughes. Mostly, however, this film was starring a woman wearing my face, which is both amazing and disturbing. Never have I ever seen anyone so identical to myself and possibly the most shocking and perverted thing about the night was that it was literally as if everyone in the theater were watching me have sex and give really determined blow-jobs with a man's tie hilariously tied around my head. Needless to say, I was stoned and this Beverly Bovy woman - clearly an alias - had stolen my face and my dream body and was doing porn with it! She looked like she knew what she was doing and she was doing it in a bath, one of my favorite places to be regardless of the activity inside the bath. Anyhow, it took Bart coming to visit to teach me how to unfilter my Google image searches before I could find this series of screenshots. As my metaphysical brother, Barts stomach turned when he saw that he may as well have been looking at a photograph of me, naked in the bath, a man cupping my breast, and so it is proven. Here is what I would have looked like in the 70s, doing porn.



NOTE: For those of you that have repeatedly called me a homebody
or "lazy", I went out four nights in a row, two weeks in a row.
Wednesday: Annex, The Johnsons, Lit with SB and Cat / Shiver with Sarina, Library, Annex, Lit with SB and Cat
Thursday: Beck @ the United Palace Theater with Alex / Rockband at Brittany and Kristen's with Addie and people
Friday: Mallory's BDay Party, Library, Lit with Alex, Cat and Sarina / Houman's party, Ruff Club with Addie, Lauren, Sam, Etc.
Saturday: Home Sweet Home for Ellen Frances' Wet Space Blanket, Library with Alex / Brooklyn, Antwan's with Alex, Addie, Etc.

Weekend (Music) Update

Several musical news items that evoked an emotion/reaction from me:
+ Eric Wareheim of the beloved Tim and Eric Great Show Awesome Job! has been directing music videos as of late, and until yesterday I was feeling very optimistic about this - the Ben Folds video was hilarious (Ill never get enough of Tim and Eric dressed as women), The Bird and the Bee video before that is actually rather adorably creepy in the best way possible. I dont know why but I have a really adverse reaction to the existence of MGMT. Maybe its because I worked for their A&R people at Columbia Records for awhile and realized how intensely they are duping everyone around them into thinking they are totally original. (No one knew that they ripped off the entire plot of their Time to Pretend video from Holy Mountain, I had to tell them and then when I brought the movie in, no one even wanted to watch it for proof) Maybe its because I heard the phrase "When we found them they were just two kids on acid playing songs off an iPod," about 2835729385729 times. I dont know. But the fact that they used their major label budget to hire Eric to direct their video for The Youth but irritates me and also makes me proud of Eric. Its definitely a more "appropriate" video. Its not creepy, its just kinda weird and cutesy - no old dudes, just kids - and rather Sparkle Nation. It did, however, force me to confront a lot of fears and uncomfortabilities, also jealousies that these two dudes who are on tour with Beck also managed to get my favorite man, Eric Wareheim, to direct their video. Immediately after viewing, however, I watched his new video for Flying Lotus' song Parisian Goldfish and felt much much better about the future of Eric Wareheim directed videos. This video is so completely NSFW but in the greatest way. I will say no more, you can decide for yourself, the Flying Lotus video is only behind that link though.

The Bird and the Bee - Polite Dance Song

Ben Folds - You Dont Know Me

MGMT - The Youth


+ At 3am this morning I stumbled home and somehow stumbled upon the new Britney Spears video. Ive had a hard time differentiating love and irritation with her these past few years - for instance, I love that she shaved her head but it irritated me that she didnt just show it off and deal with it, instead she tried to cover it up with shitty wigs and extentions - but since that adorable VMA commercial with Russel Brand my feelings for her have grown and developed into full love. She looks great, better than ever in my opinion, and she seems to have a sweet and humble sense of humor about went on with her. Honestly, shes followed some greats, Fiona Apple and Cat Power and women of the like, in the path of a necessary fame-induced breakdown. At any rate, I was so damn delighted by this video that I sent Sam a ridiculous drunk text about wanting to give Britney a kiss and I meant it. Im so proud of her. Not only is she still churning out catchy popsongs but she can suddenly dress herself! and speak coherently! and look hot! and look pretty! and make a cohesive video! and dance! and sing into a vocoder! Watch the video, theres something really new and charming about her, a smarter and more aware look in her eye and its like Im in love. I suddenly understand so many things about the masses.

+ Despite the fact that I have little faith in the modern arts - what with photoshop turning every Dick, Tom and Harry with a camera and a set of working fingers into a Photographer - I am still capable of sheer delight every now and again. That is genuine reaction I experienced in seeing that Julien Dore and the beautiful First Lady of France, Carla Bruni Sarkozy performed a duet of the increasingly irritating Anyone Else But You by the Moldly Peaches on a French TV show. I used to love that song in high school but just as Garden State destroyed many things, Juno has successfully ripped the charm from what used to be a lovely little ditty, and until now I havent been interested in hearing it. Sung more delicately than ever by two such lovely European voices, however, Anyone Else But You took on a whole new tone. I love Dore's own work and the hint of his accent through the English is tremendously enjoyable, moreover Sarkozy: not only does she have a beautiful voice but is endless beautiful, physically, she moves and sings and expresses herself in the most seductive way. Even when singing about "turds" she is sexy and coy and I simply cannot complain about how magically French these two made this song.

Seeing this performance reminds me of why I am so obsessed with early 20th century French writing - specifically Anais Nin, almost all of whose countless works I now own - for there is something in their voices and in their manners that ooze sensuality in a way that maintains tact and poise and pride, unlike the countless American voices that produce straight smut for the masses. I suppose, for me, Sarkozy, proves that this aesthetic is still alive today, in some ways, for even the French feminine ideal is one of a more elegant sexiness that pulls you across the room in a gown rather than naked, drunk, and blond in a hot tub. I guess Im just glad to see that, secondhand, that these more admirable ideals are still alive overseas, the breathtaking wife of French President Nicolas Sarkozy innocently turning our overdone overplayed nonsense into something worthwhile again. I cant ignore the fact that this lucky man has impeccable taste, Carla seems like everything a man could wish for.

+ Theres some kind of DVD being made of all different submissions created all over the world of dance sequences made for film rather than stage, called Dance for Camera. Theyre not musicals or anything just dance clips and I watched a bunch of them and determined my two favorite. The first is part of a four-part series but this is definitely the best of the four - feel free to Youtube the rest because they are all really interesting. The second is very abstract and very bizarre and rather unnerving but a really intense way to mix sound with movement in both a literal and interpretive way.
Queens for a Day - Part 1

Motion Control

Beck Yes!

Alex got last minute tickets for us to see Beck last night at the United Palace Theater way uptown. This was my fourth time seeing Beck but United Palace is by far the
most incredible venue in which Ive seen him - or ever been to, for that matter - and Im a big fan of his shows as a unit so I did my best to document the ever-changing scenery.
CLICK HERE to read a more cohesive summary of the experience and to see the entire collection of full-scale photos.

Sarah on Sarah

I love Sarah Palin in almost the exact same way that I love George W. Bush. Neither one has a single clue what they are doing but somehow got shoved into the White House spotlight and is just doing their best to wink their way through to the end. Im willing to bet that Bush has asked, more than once this week, if he can just go home now, I mean its only anuther munth er so. I honestly feel sorry for the guy. For eight years hes made a continual ass of himself and allowed the lunatics around him make horrible decisions in his name solely because he was never fit to be more than Daddy's Little Boy, much less the President of the United States of America. Though Palin hasnt had the chance to do any real damage, thus the reason I can also hate Bush, I currently have nothing but amicable feelings for Palin as she continuously provides SNL and the world with something quaint and adorable to fawn over, kind of like a slow kitten! Though each party likes to stick to the idea that their contender always wins the debates, there is no possible way that a human being with functioning senses could have watched the Vice Presidential Debate on Thursday night and truly felt she was the victor. She was, however, just as delightful as ever. My favorite part has got to be when she pretty much outright asked Biden to stop proving her wrong, but thats her charm, I suppose, unabashed idiocy being passed off as calm "Of the People"ness. While Biden knew the answer to every single question he was being asked and was simply pulling the facts and the right words straight from his brain, Palin had to read her responses, which werent actual responses or answers of any kind, directly from her notes. Aside from the fact that she really had no idea what she was talking about or how a debate works, she consistantly overused the term "Maverick", and may have also winked a few times. Adorable!

On a more serious note, however, Im actually terrified at the prospect of Sarah Palin making it into the White House for feminist reasons. Though I am still sorting out my own feminist views - mostly I think women should behave like men to promote equality and the death of sexist ideals, hence my undying love for Hilary Clinton - I know for certain that Palin only works, in the sense of function and employment, for the Republican Party because she is the quintessential submissive domesticated female, willing to do what is necessary for the men around her, that she deems superior to herself, to succeed. There is not a doubt in my mind that someone, somewhere sat down with her and said "We need to appeal to a different demographic, and we are going to use you as a pawn" and she said "Okey dokey!" While I respect a woman's right to live a traditional life, she shouldnt use that to manipulate a country into fucking itself over for four more years. We're not supposed to be able to relate to our President, thats the point, theyre the ones fit to run the country, not us Joe Six-Packs! As Palin proves, again and again, she hasnt a single clue what McCain even stands for, she just knows she stands behind him, just like a good woman oughta, and this is why Republicans love her. She may as well be wearing a bonnet and churning butter. I do give her legitimate credit for having the guts to put herself on the chopping block because she does seem like a perfectly nice and lovely woman and despite our drastically different political views, I dont think they make her some kind of evil. That doesnt mean, however, that just because shes a woman, other women should vote for her and/or her party. The most glaring reason being that she simply doesnt believe in womens rights. As I said, there is nothing wrong with tradition but it does impede on the growth of our society and a vote for McCain/Palin is a vote for an enormous societal step backwards. Any woman considering this plan of action officially relinques the right to ever consider herself a feminist, she can never claim disappointment when a man doesnt call or back or give her the job or respect her at all because, simply put, Palin is not trying to better women in any way. In fact, she wants to make it harder for us to claim our bodies and our brains as our own and sure, its great that shes pretty, but theres a reason that most political ladies arent hotties: attractive girls usually settle on something easier than politics, something with less of a rejection rate, as an occupation but a brilliant mind in a less satisfying package will go the extra mile, push a little harder, and get recognition for her mind. Any and all are welcome to negate that but its the unfortunate truth in most situations. So, leave Palin in Alaska, shes doing just fine up there with her bizarre family and pregnant teen daughter (the Juno reference in there is just too hilariously coincidentally blatant), so leave her there to hunt n' stuff! Having her in the White House is not and will never be a wise decision - for anyone.

In case you need additional convincing:
Obama: Columbia University - B.A. political science, specialization in international relations
Harvard University Law - Juris Doctor Magna CumLaude (graduated with a 4.0)
Biden: University of Delaware - B.A. history and political science
Syracuse University College of Law - Juris Doctor
vs.
McCain: United States Naval Academy - Class rank of 894 out of 899
Palin: Hawaii Pacific University - 1 semester
North Idaho College - 2 semesters General Study
University of Idaho - 2 semesters journalism
Matanuska-Susitna College - 1 semester
University of Idaho - 3 semesters - B.A. in journalism


My two great loves pose together - dead creatures and Sarah Palin!
Theres no denying it, she gets credit for being kind of awesomely Alaskan.
(Cross-posted on College OTR, well see how this employment goes.)

Infinite House of What?

Friday, October 3, 2008, Addie Rose and I woke up early to continue the witch hunt. We met at Astor Place, looking increasingly goth, I bought a double shot of espresso but Addie forgot her wallet so we walked back down the Bowery and got on the Bleeker 6 train instead. Some 45 or so minutes later we were on 116th. A man told us "You ladies are looking very pretty today," which was perhaps the most genuine, kind catcall possible so we actually said "Thank you." Two blocks and we arrived at House of Candles. We had been warned that the employees would possibly be rude to us, thinking we were tourists, but eventually they helped us with different herbs and salts and were very friendly. After over an hour we settled on: Addie, four candles, bath salts, Come to Me bath soaps, a black crystal, a bag of dried lemon-y herbs, a horseshoe, and a case of Aztec voodoo supplies; Myself, two candles, a white feather fan, Azul Plateado bath soap, fresh Good Luck bath herbs, and a red hand. On the walk back to the train we stopped in a $1-$3-$5 store where one can acquire not only infinite birthday supplies, feminine douche products, self-cut oriental rugs, but also my very favorite kind of cheese curl, The UTZ, any of which for under $10. Addie and I only bought the cheese curls, but its good to know where to get those other things. We also stopped in a discount liquor store run by a nice Jewish man and bought a bottle of Dominican rum before getting on the train. The few hours in between the uptown journey and going out at night are most importantly notable because I boiled my herbs with milk and honey, which is supposed to bring Good Luck, and I think Addie and I have come to the conclusion that they did, in fact. (I also watched 90210 but I do that every weekday from 5-7pm so...not to notable.) Sam, the busiest boy in the world, came over for the first time in weeks, and once Addie arrived we began drinking. The rum we bought happened to be rather delicious, considering the reduced prices in Harlem allowed that we could afford something of a higher quality. It was called Brugal and came with this yellow string net over it. Eventually we took its remains to Josh, Dhani, and Stiven's apartment and, as per usual, Addie and I got loud and then Addie stepped in about two inches of water and I got tobacco in my mouth and I also got antsy so we left to meet up with Catherine and Amanda at Library Bar, where Im pretty sure Im now officially a regular. Addie and I befriended a group of guys and continued to sheepishly steal their drinks for probably an hour. Catherine played videogames with one of them and Amanda snuggled with the guy she brought and it was great to see the two sides of my lady friends united harmoniously. (This retelling is getting rather lengthy.) Josh and Sam stopped by because the club they wanted to get into was next door and was hosting a private party apparently but they didnt like Library - too many straight dudes - so they went back to Joshs. Addie, Catherine, Amanda, Amanda's boy, and I went to Double Down. Addie and I harassed some sailors. Catherine and Amanda and Amanda's boy wanted to go to Brooklyn so Addie and I said "Goodbye" and, instead, reconnected with Sam and went to Ruff Club. I have no idea what time it could have possibly been at this time but we literally just relocated several times and danced on all three levels of Annex before I started texting the boys from last Friday nights debauchery and planned to meet up with them. Addie and I had a goodbye dance with Sam, Josh, Nina, Nina's boyfriend and whoever else magically showed up as Addie and I were leaving, we gave out hugs, we got in a cab, we went home, we smoked, we put on Danzig, and my buzzer went off. The rest of the night is completely inappropriate to blog about but it will forever change the face of our friendship. Around 6am when Addie and I were finally alone in my apartment again, we loudly discussed the evening through a wall - she on my couch and me in my bed, both mostly naked - and then, just before passing out, we said The Prayer:

Sweet friend, We pray that nothing terrible will happen to each other, for now or for eternity. I love you. But not as a man loves a woman but as a dear man friend. All the best. Amen.
-Tim & Eric

Yesterday, in a far more lowkey way, Alex and I saw Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. We'd been kind of excited for it ever since we watched the filming over a year ago but mostly it was really unrealistic and kind of bad at times, though easily "cute" overall. The drunk girl was easily the best part and I wouldnt recommend seeing it in theaters to anyone, its just not worth it. "Im tired of movies just trying to cash in on indie rock and the iPod," said Alex as we left the theater and, obviously, thats true. As much as I hate Juno, at least the plot was cohesive, whereas there were moments in Nick and Norah that just didnt make sense. Norah was completely unlikable at times and theres no possible way on this green Earth that Nick and his horrific ex, Tris, were ever involved. Just because a movie tells its audience something doesnt mean it doesnt also have to be at least somewhat feasible. Oh well. It was still entertaining so Ill live but it just wasnt the great, adorable flick I was hoping for. Other than that, my Saturday was comprised of trying not to be hungover and taking an evening nap with Alex before making us a kind of adorable spaghetti dinner and watching Saturday Night Life and now, here I am, almost 1pm on a Sunday, naked in bed, yet again.

I Cant Sleep to This

There have been countless photos taken of the NYC skyline and maybe Im bias after so many years but I particularly enjoy this 2008 NYC shot by the beloved Julian Gilbert, its an image for the times.
+ The only real thing I did last weekend was go to 42nd St. Pete's Night of Perverted Pleasure at Pioneer Theater Friday night with Sarina and Catherine. We've slowly begun taking over that place and all the employees recognize us - probably as the girls that arrive stoned out of their minds and just completely embarrass themselves - and it didnt hurt to run into Baby Sinead outside. We may have been a little loud, I may have incoherently mentioned My Film Debut into a microphone, Catherine may have won a shower compatible vibrator, I really cant be sure of any of it. Then we ran off to Library, another place it seems we have begun to take over, talked to almost everyone there, ran into Brittany and Casey, picked up some dudes, went back to my apartment and semi-trashed the place while Sarina slept like an angel on my couch. I dont know. I cant explain any of that night.
+ At some point Addie and I were walking around post-rain and came across this broken church pew with a really simple cross cut-out on the end and though we attempted to kick off the end and break off part of the actual bench part, we couldnt and so we had to leave it. It was still there several days later, however, and Addie carried it into the NYU Art building and theyre letting her store it in the basement so she can use it in a project at some point this year. (Yes, everything is still sacrilegious and witch themed.)
+ I have obsessive compulsive disorder. When I was little it manifested itself in ways worthy of MTV's True Life - I couldnt sleep if my comforter was off-center, I developed irrational theories about my parents attempting to abandon me by my tenth birthday, I organized bugs and became upset when they wriggled out of place - but without medication I have become a really rather well adjusted adult. I do, however, notice the way my OCD affects my iTunes 25 Most Played count. For instance, I create these playlists called Sleepytime Remixes that I put on to fall asleep to and when theyre played 25 times or so I make a new playlist of fresh songs. Having done this for many months, I find I am now running out of songs that truly lull me to sleep and so I find my newest mix to be rather unsatisfactory but Im so afraid of having my Top 25 Most Played list consist only of Boards of Canada and Final Fantasy that I do not allow myself to just put on what sends me to dreams. Its weird and its bugging me that the last list I made worked so well that I let a lot of it climb to the top of the charts. I probably need to invest in new trance-y stuff to go to bed with. (Last night, after writing and drafting that paragraph I made my bed for the first time in ages and actually slept seven straight hours and so Im pretty sure Im going to keep my bed kempt from now on. I havent slept through more than four hours in so long.)
+ I jinxed myself last Wednesday by gloating to my Creative Non-Fiction teacher about having outsmarted my annual Fall/Winter illness this year. I did not, in fact, avoid a cold, I instead have acquired a new strain of it that goes beyond a runny nose and now involves a constant cough and a tremendously sore throat so that I cannot speak and want to punch my mother for calling so many times a day. Tonight I drank an entire tea kettle of scalding hot Green Tea and seared my tongue so not only can I not stop peeing but everything I put in my mouth tastes like rubber and feels like sandpaper (Im waiting for some kind of genital reference about that statement.)
+ Some of my friends are very talented artists, as are some people that I do not know. For instance, Addie Rose Price, my beloved ex-roommate of two years who has a very nice rack painted this image of dead bunnies that I likened today to Ryohei Hase's rabbit image, only to discover that Hase's work is done entirely in photoshop and this was more than a little disheartening, though I still admire the aesthetic. Katelyn Roof also posted the short films that she came over and showed me last Friday. I really enjoy Katelyn's vision and am proud to have been a part of it more than once. Its just so sexy and simultaneously rough around the edges, just like Katelyn herself!
+ Kristen is adopting this adorable tuxedo-wearing kitten and I cannot wait to have a pet nearby to cuddle with on occasion. Im already over there all the time playing Rockband and now Brittany and K are never going to be able to get rid of me. History shows that pets and animals in general are mysteriously attracted to my father and I. Its especially funny when dogs try to jump all over my dads lap and snuggle up to him because hes a big manly man and gets kind of awkward about the affection but they never give up!
+ Perhaps its sick and twisted but I really enjoy calling people out for being imbeciles via blog comment. I did it here and I did it here and both times people got really bent out of shape trying to defend their own nonsense and even other people's nonsense and I am probably a complete asshole for it but I just love watching slow-thinkers squirm in trying to justify themselves in misinformation or embarrassing imitation. Im also completely egotistical and sadistic and its no wonder so many people hate me.