updates and such

four days until solo california vacation. requests to take in a beach, a museum, a good meal or two and some drinks though i'd like to avoid a hangover. kind of want to see the Death Museum but i'm worried it might be cheesy or just bum me the fuck out. staying with brian and s.j. for a bit. i devoted a blog one year ago to those two and fell just short of proposing to them both and falling into polygamous bliss. here they are:

b. is super busy planning a Nudge* tour to europe so i'm keeping the visit brief. maybe going to get a room for a night at some hotel/(american modern version from from a) hostel at some place downtown called Stay that tourists seem to find cute and accommodating but terrifying because of the bum situation outside. i'm going to chalk this up to overly excitable suburbanites. new friends, Amusement Parks on Fire will be in town finishing their new record and hopefully we'll get to hang out, this time without having to worry about calling in to work the next day.

*buy the new record

real, real love

i'll have this SWANS screen for awhile. if you want a shirt, holla.

HEALTH

trent reznor approved, for good goddamn reason.

the ever inspiring Rose and Olive

it's frustrating when others sum up your life better than you could yourself.

"I WANT UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

I WANT ABSOLUTE FREEDOM.

THIS IS WHY I AM TERRIBLE."

extraterrestrials on the silver streets

renegade

aside from this and a few nice show prints and the smoking hot edwardian burlesque hybrid girl with the yummy smelling soaps, Renegade Craft Fair was a bust this year. i wish animals had the capability to sue over intellectual property so that every abused owl, fawn and sparrow could finally get these uninspiring humans to actually come up with something, uhhh, inspiring instead of banking on the likeness of adorable children of the wild. on the upside, made some good connections and talked to some of my teachers and can't wait to get back to printing next week.

updates and such

or maybe just a (terrible) photo of DRUNKDRIVER killing my brain/body/all ability to function pretty much. and hey, Austin is celebrating it too! check him out. i want to call this band "exhilarating" but i think that's an adjective reserved for bars of soap. i don't know, seeing/hearing ms. greene SHRED just brought back the fact that i want to do something along these lines SO BAD. i made the mistake of wearing a gorgeous antique cameo to this show (how punk, eh?) and of course it went flying as soon as i went flying but lucky me caught up with said cameo afterall.

okay, one real update:

i watched my bff casually hand a beer to the singer of the Psychedelic Furs yesterday, no shit.

hot finds: grandma's 80th birthday roadtrip

2. it was PERFECT i tell ya



1. satelite radio knows what's up

home again

this is/was my "front yard".

if i were to redo my pre-teens:

i would have centerfolds of this covering my walls instead of NKOTB. fuck, i want to plaster my walls with this NOW.