cash in.

tradition.

2011-04-22T22:33:00.002-06:00

i really love making lists of things i want for my birthday. 1) because i'm a greedy biotch, and 2) because i can ask for all sorts of crazy stuff cause i know i won't get it. my birthday is in exactly 3 weeks (friday the 13th, fools!) so here we go.

1. moccasin boots. i mean, i've wanted these for like...six years. maybe someday i'll get them.

2. a unicorn. sigh. if only.

3. a unicorn t-shirt. a little more realistic. also i could cut the sleeves off and really rock that thing.

4. the entire series of the oc. because it was the greatest show. ever.

5. some sweet nineties records. like the breeders. or smashing pumpkins. or you know, like...collective soul.

mkay. that's it for now.
loveyoubye.

dudes, i got a BF.

2010-12-09T19:53:00.004-07:00

remember me, everyone? i used to blog a long time ago before i was crazy depressed and then doing nothing with my life for a long while and then i got a boyfriend so now THAT'S why i have time for nothing else. like blogging.

i like him alright. i mean, we're pretty cute together.

and he's really sweet to me. and he's got a beard. and likes comic books and music and creepy movies. and sometimes he's a wolfman. which you know... i'm totally into.

we go to the drive-in together, and hang out at toys-r-us together, and watch cartoons together. and you know what? he doesn't even make fun of me for liking unicorns so much.

basically he's the greatest. i just thought i'd let you know, internet.

a photographic time-warp.

2010-06-24T09:41:00.013-06:00

i had a decent four years out west.

family portraits with jenni with the dreads.

nineties parties with MOA kids.

besties thursdays con allison.

daily photo shoots with kimatrice.

motorcycle trips to the ditch of doom.

sucktards swinging in the winter.

trace giving sketchy homemade tattoos.

festivus for the rest of us.

canyon bonfires.

grafitti trips to granola.

fall walks to school with caitlin.

halloweens.

trips to california just to buy records.

scooter trips to nevada.

scooter gangs in nevada.

daguyz.

outhouses & aunt laura.

mandrew ripping his jeans through the inner thigh.

gregasaurus kicking my ass.

cecily telling me i smell like japan.

birthday bonfires & jazz hats.

ruining roommate wedding pictures.

painted temple.

singing 'you are my sunshine' at fish funerals.

macey's 59 cent ice cream cones with dani california.

canyon drives with mike in the winter.

ned the wonderdog & the compound: the best home i've ever had.

temple square christmas lights.

maverik ice cream in the middle of nowhere.

devil's playground light graffiti.

kiwanis park & zupas kids.

besties. & misspelled venue marquis.

mad ups to all the folks that actually took these photos: trevor christensen, seghezzi, jenni with the dreads, etc. love you tonzz.

doing the running man into the future.

2010-06-22T15:45:00.005-06:00

first things first, i've been doing way too much of this alone in my room at night.

use your imagination & laugh at that as you please.

now on to more serious matters. besides my obvious option of being a back-up dancer in the nineties, i've been pondering lately exactly what the hell i'm doing with my life. everything i'm interested in doing would require at least three, probably four or more years of school.

1. law. SUPER appealing. not super practical. my current gpa is nothing i want to state in writing, and it would require lots of school, money and ambition to do it. i'm not really into that stuff.

2. teaching. this was my plan since the tenth grade. i feel pretty lukewarm about the whole thing at this point. maybe it's just like, the seven year itch of career plans?

3. journalism/writing. this is most definitely what i am most interested in, but again with the lousy grades, and also, i don't know that i could commit to a certain topic. which i think would have to happen for me to be any good at anything. politcs? music? fiction of sorts? i couldn't commit to just one.

dudes, i know you don't care. but guess what, neither do i. i just feel like i should. i ain't the youngest kid on the block. (i know that's not a thing people say.)

someone make me independently wealthy? plz? babes?

love you.

2010-06-13T21:30:00.008-06:00

dear rajon rondo,

we should get married and here are several reasons why.

1. you are so cute i can't stand it. (even if you're red bull's advertising bitch.)

2. i like roller skating, too!! it's totally superior to roller blading, which is for homosexuals (not that there's anything wrong with that) and pre-teen boys who are too afraid to skateboard.

3. you love your mama lots and she loves you lots. precious.

4. you are so cute i can't even stand it. (i can count it again because i have a different picture.)

5. gramma (may she rest in peace) always liked you very much because of the way you play the game. you just get it done. she would definitely approve and be just so proud.

oh, and one last reason:

6. your incredible performance this evening against the (damn) lakers in game 5 of the nba finals when you got that ball and drove it in with artistry, over and over again. ARTISTRY, I SAY!!

XOXO
celtics in six.

this is what we call the muppet show.

2010-06-09T15:29:00.003-06:00

the muppet show was, without a doubt, the greatest program ever on television. recently, i stumbled upon youtube videos from the muppet show, and nearly got teary-eyed i was so happy. i don't have lots to say about it, and these videos can most certainly speak for themselves. here are a few of my favorites:

p.s. 'jackson' is my favorite johnny cash song. just so you know.

who deosn't love the sound of music?

that one made me audibly laugh like, fifteen times.

that one made audibly laugh like, a thousand times.

thanks, jim henson.

animated infatuation.

2010-04-14T15:06:00.008-06:00

one of my favorite questions to ask people upon introduction is what cartoon characters they fancy. IN THE ROMANTIC WAY. answers can be telling. if they pick a disney prince or princess, they are not worth my time. if the answer is a simpsons character or someone from like, arthur? oh yes, we will get along swimmingly. don't be ashamed guys. it's totally normal. here's are some of the animated men i fancy:

TRENT LANE.

'trent lane from daria' was always my original, stand-by answer to this question. he plays guitar and his room is messy and he has tattoos and he's such a BADASS. however, it's recently come to my attention that he's kind-of an idiot. i mean, yeah, i always knew he couldn't string words together to form a sentence, but he also has three giant silver hoops in each of his ears, his tattoos are dumb, and his band sucks. i guess he's just the closest thing i have to an ex-boyfriend now.

GASTON.

i know i said that thing about how disney characters don't count, but gaston's a bad guy so i think it's allowed. he's a man's man's man. and as a specimen, yes he's intimidating. he wears boots, kills things, hates books, and wants a cute little wife to pop out 6 or 7 strapping young boys for him. in essence, he is everything i despise about men, but you know... hot. in our relationship that wouldn't actually happen because i am tangible and he is not, i would do his stupid, pretty self wrong. get what i want for feminism's sake and leave him crying in an alley somewhere. HA! (i'm really not one of those feminists, generally, but how could anyone NOT do that to him?)

NATHAN EXPLOSION.

again with the hella men, but nathan explosion is different. he's sensitive-ish. not such an openly chauvinistic jerk, and that shows room for potential improvement and education. also, he is in a band that will undoubtedly rule the world one day, and is on the best show currently on television: metalocalypse. AND IF WE COULD GET MARRIED MY NAME WOULD BE KATRINA EXPLOSION.

BART SIMPSON.

yes, i know he's ten. but REALLY, he was ten when i was ten, too, so in some alternate universe, we are the same age. this one is easy and obvious. he get's in trouble but he's not a stupid bad kid like nelson, he has a cool treehouse, takes care of his sisters (in the end), and skateboards like a champ. plus he's funny and has cool hair.

do yourself a favor and make your own list.

haven't been around.

2010-04-05T17:15:00.003-06:00

well boys & girls, if any of you didn't know already, and care to know, i left the great state of utah about a month ago. i'm trying to pay off school loans to that dreaded institution, BYU, and so i moved back in with my parents. two months before i turn twenty two. self-esteem = nominalized. i don't really wish to expound on the subject. suffice it to say, it's not fun. my mama's paying for invisable braces, though, while i'm here, so hopefully i can walk away with a rocking tan, straight teeth, and nothing owed to BYU. right? (p.s. dear utah,i miss you so much. i think about your beautiful mountains & desert every single day & i promise i will return.)

anyway i probably ought to mention something interesting. even if it's not VERY interesting.

feist. old news, right? but did you ever watch her music videos? i didn't!! 'cause i'm an idiot! i think thet are great. especially i feel it all. maybe because it's my favorite song anyway, but also because: FIREWORKZZ!

four things that make a song awesome no matter what.

2010-02-26T13:48:00.004-07:00

ONE-- spelling.

TWO-- laughter.

THREE-- whistling.

FOUR-- dogs barking.

test my theories. you'll find i'm right. tell your friends about this at parties and they'll be impressed that you're so insightful.

woah.

2010-02-16T16:39:00.001-07:00

remember when i changed my blog colors to green, pink, and purple? i do. that was weird.

mirror, father, mirror.

2010-02-10T23:02:00.003-07:00

this winter i started talking somewhat regularly with my cohorts about the fact that i wanted to put out a zine that was all mine. i've contributed to a few, and the satisfaction i get out of seeing them put out is decidedly sub-par.

so then earlier during this very day, i was with trevor christensen (of the provo christensens and portrait photography fame) and he was asking me what exactly i wanted out of my zine, and what i wanted it to be. this question was far more difficult to answer than i thought it would be, but after some careful consideration, i figured it out. go me.

thinking about the art i like, specifically the things i like to read, i figured out that what i like is when i can imagine what it feels like to be the writer/artist/whatever. i want people to be able to read and look at my zine and say, "huh. that's what that weird chick thinks about all day." you know what i mean, jelly bean?

and just for visual stimuli: here's a scene from ghost world (which is a brilliant film that everyone should watch) that verbalizes what i mean in a hilarious way.

pitching glass at the cornfield crows & folding clothes.

2010-01-17T00:47:00.004-07:00

i know that about 90% of this blog is about me getting my plans off my chest, but deal with it, folks. that's what it is.

also, after the new year i always get pretty antsy for summer, and i usually write a blog entry about it.

that time is here again.

i was just spending the evening with my dear friend allison, and as we drove around, wasting the saturday night away, we listened to a mix cd i had made her late last spring that was intended to be listened to during summer. it made us both miserable, thinking about sunshine and warm grass and naps and swimmin' and dirt and all the other lovely things that come with summer. this misery then led me to do yet another thing i do pretty often -- get worked up. i really do that a lot.

i honestly feel like during winter my life is just on hold while i wait for summer to come around again. probably not a good way to function, but you know... we do what we do.

so i got all worked up thinking about summer. and these are the things i promised myself i would do:

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1. get my hands dirtier.
maybe this sounds totally stupid, but i'm really big on the idea of getting dirty and messing things up to make them better. i recently saw into the wild for the first time, and there's a scene where this older guy asks alex/chris if he's really just living in the dirt, and alex/chris responds with a giant smile, 'yeah! in the dirt'. & he's just so damn happy to be doing it, too. his hands are always filthy and that's because he has no need for them to be clean, and i guess that's what i'm getting at. i guess that's what matters.

...don't worry. the rest are loads more straight forward.

2. kiss a boy that's like sam beam.

yes. i AM into that.

3. wear a lot less outfits and a lot more swimsuits with cut-up jeans and/or t-shirts over them.

4. get loads better at bass.
i'm falling in love with bass. at first (don't tell anyone) i thought it was a little bit lame because bass lines can be so simple and repetitive, BUT i'm realizing more and more that they drive a song so much. i can't really describe it better than that.

this leads me to my next goal:

5. play bass with a band.
not necessarily IN a band, but WITH a band. and probably not in front of folks. at least at first. i'm quite shy.

6. be a more active feminist.

7. set solid life goals.
gross, but i'll never go back to school if i don't.

8. do loads of campin/hikin/livin out of doors and sleepin in the grass.
because it's the greatest thing to do, and also because i'm supposed to be hiking the entire appalachian trail next summer. preparation, right?

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summer makes everything better.
and clearer.
i'm all wound up in winter.
it seems endless in the bad way.
summer's endless in the perfect way.

here's to a reckless summer.
let's do everything we always wanted to do.
amen.

hi. my name's katrina. i have a problem.

2010-01-11T22:01:00.002-07:00

dude.

i tweet WAY too much.

i was anti-twitter for a while, although not actively so. then i actually started tweeting, and the rest is history. it is my crack. i can tell people about carrie fisher or emile hirsch's peener in into the wild. i can judge crazy people on the bus, and the whole internet knows, but no one on the bus! it's really quite genius, so... now i'm on a converting kick.

tweet, people.

TWEET.

i meet all my favorite people at bus stops.

2009-12-31T10:39:00.002-07:00

it's the truth.

the other day, while waiting in the snow for a very late bus, i struck up a conversation with a precious little honduran lady that was waiting with me. she asked me all about why i was in utah and what i had gone to school for blah blah blah, and then asked me what i thought about her educational plans. she wants to go to school so she can teach english to hard-working immigrant folks like herself. i told her it was a great idea and that she really ought to do it.

i meant it, too.
hopefully i'll run into her on the 218 again.

no wonder people are so horrible when they start life as children.

2009-12-26T22:18:00.004-07:00

i'm undeserving of my parents. i promise you that. i do stupid things like get arrested and drop out of school and dye my hair purple and live like a hobo and tell them i want to be a writer/beekeeper and that i want to abandon society to hike the appalachian trail for a hefty part of the year 2011.

and what do they do? probably sigh a lot, and then they send me books about beekeeping and hiking the appalachian trail for christmas. i really do love them. even if i'm the worst at doing what they want me to do.

someday i'll be better, but for now, i think i will send them both love notes in the mail.

maybe for my birthday i'll get some blue hair dye.

autumn hanging down all the trees are draped like chandeliers.

2009-12-05T00:07:00.003-07:00

today i think this is the greatest song ever written.

don't you hate when you spend a lot of time looking for the word 'cemetery' in the belle & sebastian section of your itunes library before you say to yourself, 'hey, dummy. it's 'graveyard.' not 'cemetery.' duh.'

also, since that wasn't a video, i'll give you this, too. (another great song, because you know... the blues ARE still blue.)

i've been thinking about belle & sebastian a lot lately. they're pretty brilliant, & the more i think about it, the more i realize they're pushing their way into katrina's desert island all-time top five favorite bands list. that's a big deal.

let's see.

right now the list is as follows:
1. the ramones
2. the velvet underground
3. bikini kill
4. sonic youth
5. the cardigans

the cardigans win loads of points because my single favorite song of my entire life forever and ever is lovefool.

(they made another video for american audiences, but it's way too nineties to be cool. this video isn't cool either, but you know... it wins a few more points because of her red polo dress, old people, & the fact that it takes place in a warehouse.)

i've gone off topic. the point is, your dying day might be at hand, cardigans. belle & sebastian, you're up to bat.

bug bites & crying & cold.

2009-12-03T22:31:00.002-07:00

do ever have one of those things where it's like a week or so when everything goes awry? those are the worst.

1. it's frigging december and i have not just one, but two mosquito bites on my elbow. heaven knows how they got there. i'm going to start wrapping myself in a tarp or something while i sleep. or you know... get a mosquito net. that might be an ok idea.

2. crying. crying just sucks. without a doubt it is my LEAST favorite thing to do. yeah, i WOULD rather throw up. crying makes your eyes itchy & your face red & your throat hurt & then you just wanna sleep even if you're not tired. it's a life ruiner. and speaking of life ruiners: yeah, i know i said i didn't hate you, but i do. i TOTALLY do. & that's going to have to continue for at least a little bit.

3. i hate when it's cold as hell out but there's no snow. i hate the cold anyway, but when there's no snow, there's no visual satisfaction to go with it. cold with no snow is like toto without dorothy. just a dumb dog that's always underfoot and barks too much.

sorry i'm such a downer today.

GOOD THINGS:

- looked into submitting to some fly feminist publications. here's hoping.

- the word 'fly' is awesome. why don't people use it more?

'cause it's so primal.

2009-11-02T20:35:00.006-07:00

i'm going to burning man next summer.

i understand that i've been inviting you all to many things lately, but you know... you're invited.

p.s. i hope you all notice, and appreciate my use of images on this blog. i try pretty damn hard.

desert island all time top five albums for winter.

2009-10-31T21:17:00.012-06:00

in winter, certain things happen that can't be avoided. windshields need to be scraped, grandma is repeatedly run over by reindeer, i bake a lot more and shave my legs a lot less, and i listen to certain albums, because, well... i just have to. my itunes library is currently at 13,800 songs, and for almost every single one of those songs, i can imagine a certain drive, a certain night, a certain person that will go with that song permanently in my mind. those things all contribute to why i MUST listen to these albums a LOT in winter.

1. death cab for cutie - the photo album.

i have a mostly-hate-rarely-love relationship with death cab. they have a lot of almost entirely crap albums, but i could never think that the photo album was anything but the best. listen to: 'i was a kaleidoscope,' 'information travels faster,' and if you can find the acoustic version of 'a movie script ending,' that, too. old death cab, how i wish you hadn't changed.

2. radiohead - ok computer

during the winter of tenth grade i went to go see the return of the king with two of my best friends. a boy, who may or may not have been my first kiss, and a girl who was the first friend i made when i moved to florida. in the car we listened to ok computer. they kissed after they dropped me off, and it turned into one of those weird high school things. her sister was walking down the aisle to 'let down' around the same time. i feel like i'm sitting at the south florida/edgewood light every time i listen to it. besides 'let down,' i'd pay attention to 'electioneering' and 'exit music (for a film).'

3. damien rice - o.

in high school, i also spent a lot of time at this place called mitchells coffee house downtown. this rad kid stephen worked there, and i went almost every weekend night and hung out with him, talking about lost, and listening to this album. especially 'amie,' 'delicate,' and 'i remember.' sometimes in 'i remember,' at the part when she says "your mouth, your mouth, your mouth," i cry. don't judge me. it's one of those freakishly moving things.

4. belle & sebastian - if you're feeling sinister

i used to smoke weed and listen to this album. this was a point in my life when i also hated being in utah (90% of why i was getting high), and 'get me away from here i'm dying' was my favorite song. i was into this really quiet kid jayson, but when he got going, he would sing every word to this song, in an octave higher than god intended any man to sing. it was precious. i'm a strange girl that is attracted to strange things. other great songs on the album: 'me and the major' and 'mayfly.'

5. mewithoutyou - it's all crazy! it's all false! it's all a dream! it's alright!

i saw mewithoutyou this summer, on their tour for this album, and they were brilliant. in between songs they asked if we were hungry and then handed us a big brown bag of scones and muffins. it was beautiful. i've liked mewithoutyou for a wicked long time, back in their 'post-hardcore' days, and this album is decidedly different, but i still like it a whole lot. considering it came out this spring and i listened to it all summer, i'm not sure why it's a winter album, but i have an idea. the lyrics of 'timothy hay' talk about december in a way that makes me shiver. that's probably enough. it's my new winter album. 'the fox, the crow and the cookie,' and 'allah, allah, allah' are other swell songs, but this is the album that was hardest to pick out highlights from.

that's that. winter albums. make yourself a mix cd.

thru-hiker-to-be.

2009-10-26T21:56:00.007-06:00

as a wee child in massachusetts i loved hiking in the hills there. saying something like that makes me sound like i'm a hundred years old, but honestly, the forests there were so much better to me than the sandbar that we moved to. fast forward and a a few days ago i started reading a walk in the woods. bill bryson is a funny guy. and i've decided that i'm going to hike the whole thing.

maine to georgia. well... technically i'm going to go georgia to maine.

i'll start in march probably. cooler in the south and it'll be warmer in the north when i get there.

for every birthday and christmas and tax refund for a while i'm going to get a sleeping bag and one of those precious tiny tents that weighs and ounce and indestructible silverware and all those other fun necessities.

i'm gonna go the summer of 2011, i'm thinkin'.

the great debate is whether or not to go alone.

1. people keep you sane and two people make more noise than one to keep black bears away.
2. going alone would be WAY more gnarly and i'd be a thousand times more proud of myself. it might be nice to not see another human for a month or so, too. it supposedly takes fives months or so, but you know... fellow hikers and whatnot.

you guys should come, though. when push comes to shove, methinks i'm gonna wanna be with someone.

anita hill said it... not me.

2009-10-24T23:50:00.004-06:00

oh wait so here's something that's kind-of funny.

i've been writing for some zines lately (you should read all of them), and in one, MUSIC THAT DOESN'T SUCK, i wrote a thing about third-wave feminism and riot grrrl, that ended up mostly being about anita hill and clarence thomas.

i wrote something about thomas's habit of describing bestiality and gang rape from porn to hill. my esteemed editor called me the day after i'd e-mailed it to him and asked me if it was honestly bestiality and gang rape. my thoughts stumbled around and i found one of several of the websites i'd used for reference. it had actually been bestiality, group sex, and rape. my brain just made it a two-for-one.

my mistake, right?

WRONG.

way to be a champ, clarence thomas.

p.s. up there... where it says, MUSIC THAT DOESN'T SUCK? all in capital letters like that? that's a link. not a very good one yet, but still, push on it.

high school in myspace.

2009-10-24T22:57:00.003-06:00

i know, right? this is stupid. but oh, so easy to post. and you know. every time i make a post i immediately think of another one i wanna do, SO... if i do this nothing one, maybe afterward i'll say to myself, "HEY SELF! write about this awesome thing i just thought of!" you dig?

recent favorites/frequents

drinks:
1. waterrr. a LOT.
2. cider 'cause it's fall.
3. cherry coke 'cause duh.

records:
1. where the wild things are - karen o & the kids.
2. far - regina spektor.
3. minor threat's complete discography.

movies:
1. trainspotting.
2. annie hall.
3. SLC punk!

tv:
1. the sopranos.
2. the sopranos.
3. the oc. maybe. but this is NOT me admitting it.

activities:
1. knitting. outside.
2. writing. outside.
3. drawing. with charcoal. outside.

foods:
1. zucchini.
2. pasta.
3. peanut butter anything.

things i'm looking forward to:
1. employment.
2. contact with provo. weird, right?
3. thanksgiving. and doing it for myself for the first time ever.

goals i have:
1. to go back to school... & finish.
2. to get a car maybe? hopefully?
3. to stop being more or less homeless. you know, like, stop sleeping on an air mattress.

so... i don't think this worked as i hoped.

whatever.

pretty girls make graves.

2009-10-01T15:08:00.005-06:00

no less than SIX people who know me well told me that i would love the movie (500) days of summer. here's what i have to say to them: i wish you knew me better. not completely horrible, but certainly nothing to write home about. here are my complaints in list form. because that's what i do: complain. in lists.

1. the last thing this world needs is another garden state.

don't get me wrong. i liked garden state alright. when i was sixteen. now it just frustrates me. garden state and (500) days of summer are like disney movies for twenty-somethings. love doesn't work like that. people don't work like that. i will give a million dollars to anyone that can find me a lovesick architect that looks like joseph gordon-levitt, dresses well, and listens to the smiths. which forces me to complain: of COURSE they both like the smiths. of COURSE that's what their first conversation is about. (side note: ironically enough, morrissey describes himself as being asexual. i, at least, thought that was funnyish.)

2. this is going to be the movie that makes everyone love joseph gordon-levitt, when brick was far better.

seriously. so. much. better. watch it. that's all i have to say.

3. the ending. don't keep reading if you haven't seen it.

really? REALLY? her name had to be autumn? i might have even admitted that the sad twenty-something girl that i am sort-of liked this movie had it had a different ending. if, say, he didn't meet another girl at the end. and if, say, her name hadn't been autumn. that's just ridiculous.

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this isn't necessarily a complaint, but i must say, i think i am falling out of infatuation with zooey deschanel. i'm realizing that she always plays the cute girl with a rad voice that all the weird guys can't stay away from. (see: elf, weeds, yes man, (500) days of summer...) ok, not ALWAYS always, but enough always.

she & him is still great, though. because she does have a rad voice. don't worry.

maybe i should just lighten up and let myself like pathetic movies. i think for now, though, i'll happily stick to horror.

baby fever.

2009-08-28T01:56:00.003-06:00

american apparel has a line for babies. i'm sick and i like to torture myself and so i look at babies. rarely. because they are precious. and i'm making peace with the fact that i am a girl and sometimes, it's ok for me to think about having precious babies of my own. they are mere daydreams, i assure you. anyway, i want this one. i'm gonna steal it.

p.s. THE BLOG IS BACK, SUCKAAAAAS.

some are.

2009-04-19T02:27:00.003-06:00

it's getting warm. finally. after the two and a half days of incredibly depressing snow last weekend. it's supposed to be eightyish(?) on monday, and you know... NICE. i haven't updated my blog in a way long time and this post won't be so swell, but there will be very little internet for me this summer, so brace yourselves.

1. playoffs start tomorrow. i put in my two weeks at home depot and so thought i could easily bail on the store meeting for the jazz-lakers game. don't worry though, it's at one. when i'm still at work for four hours. suck.

2. i moved. i will miss my roommates more than you can imagine, BUT, i will probably start talking like a grown-up again, i get my own room and goldfish, and i have three months to figure out where i'm moving next. the logical move would be closer to my job in american fork, but portland and north carolina are the places really in the running.

3. i hate when i write blog entries like this, but i have a list somewhere of real things to write about. i just have to find it. just to get you excited i believe the list goes something like:
-jason lee
-mtv
-tesla
-things that suck about being girl
i'm most excited for the last. obviously. it's something i think about a lot.

until we meet again: STAY LAME.

don't slow down.

2009-03-12T22:16:00.005-06:00

i love when a day is so good you just feel clean at the end.

-matt&kim really rev my engine.
-there's something to look forward to.
-snakes & beetles at the bean museum.
-he's the best, and now he's got a MOTORCYCLE.
-microscopic nanobots are pretty cool.
-free ice cream.
-'a person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.' i've decided i like being here.

and tomorrow: lovely long lonesome walk and four hours about birthing options!

don'tworryi'mnotpregnant.justinterested.

i'm taking scissors to a lot of my clothes.

2009-03-06T16:50:00.001-07:00

i've realized i can really appreciate a t-shirt with the collar and/or sleeves cut off.

trashy? yes.

do i mind? not at all.

it's not you, kurt. it's them.

2009-02-27T14:46:00.005-07:00

sorry this post is like, a week late, but i think it's something worth saying... albeit a week after the fact.

so. february 20th was the one and only kurt cobain's birthday.

incidentally, the newest edition of rolling stone came out that day. this is what the cover looked like:

i'm not saying they should've had a fifth kurt cobain cover or anything, but they could've featured someone worth respecting. i find it a little ironic that on nirvana's first cover he's wearing an obviously homemade shirt that says, 'corporate magazines still suck'. you know... to let the people who love him know that he's just hustling. his heart isn't in it. the taylor swift/kurt cobain's birthday edition of RS couldn't have proven his point better.

ALSO, IS IT JUST ME, OR DOES EVERYONE ELSE MISS THE WEIRD-SHAPED, BIGGER, ALMOST SQUARE ROLLING STONE, TOO??!

rolling stone, i hate you.

slight side note: what the frances bean cobain interned at rolling stone last summer? that ruins my day.

the teenage guide to popularity.

2009-02-20T12:29:00.005-07:00

you know who's a band i often forget about? nada surf. you know why they're good? 'cause they're not boring. they like to mix it up and keep their fans ON THEIR TOES, which is something i look for in my musical choices.

with lyrics like:

being attractive is the most important thing there is.
if you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond,
you have to be as attractive as possible.
make sure to keep your hair spotless and clean.
wash it at least every two weeks.
once every two weeks!
and if you see johnny football hero in the hall,
tell him he played a great game!
tell him you like his article in the newspaper!

how can you go wrong?

homework assignment: go listen to fruit fly, and then popular. compare and contrast.

or, you know... watch the video for popular RIGHT HERE.

Nada Surf - New Music - More Music Videos

UPDATE!!!

i've realized that i only REALLY like popular. while i can't say that i actively DISLIKE the rest of their songs, popular is the only one that really revs my engine, and i think it's interesting to note how different they are. although i guess i can't say that i haven't changed since 1996. uh... just forget about this blog post.

i think i should've died about four times.

2009-02-04T12:00:00.006-07:00

it's a damn good thing no one reads my blog, because i am about to make a horribly embarrassing confession.

you guys remember jack osbourne? i'll refresh your memory:

that kid. you know, not kelly, not sharon, not ozzy, close to being one of the hundreds of dogs, but not quite...

the image above is who we of the mtv generation are all familiar with, right?

this is what he looks like now:

I KNOW, RIGHT!?!?!

the fact that he is now at least moderately good looking and out of rehab makes this all the more painful to state:

i loved jack osbourne.

... WHEN HE WAS FAT.

mind you, i never like, dreamed about him daily or talked about him or anything, because i would've died of shame, but i most definitely snuck and watched the osbournes for the simple joy of looking at his unruly hair.

there.

keeping that secret for close to seven years was my last scrap of dignity.

i hope you enjoyed it.

i'd like to wrap up by mentioning two things:

1. i hate elijah wood. sorry, america, but he's short and, for lack of a better way to put it, looks STUPID.
2. there's something inherently hilarious to me about buying a shirt with an anarchy sign on it. (don't worry though, i have one.)

thanks for the good times, mackaye.

2009-02-02T22:32:00.005-07:00

i watched american hardcore today, and while it was great to watch, my day has sucked since the ending credits rolled. eighties hardcore has always been pretty incredible to me, that every single aspect of it was about nothing. really no one was looking for a record deal, or to be played on the radio, they just wanted to scream out their angst for a while and get sweaty, and maybe punch a few cops. beautiful, no?

anyway, i got all worked up about how great and brilliant it was, and then they did that thing towards the end where they show clips of old ian mackayes and henry rollins's talking about punk being over, and it was something that could never happen again, how 81-85 was the brief time that magic could happen. then someone or other with bad facial hair said something along the lines of:

it went on for a few years and the kids went wild, and then it was over. sooner or later something else will happen that the kids will go wild about again.

this begs the question: WHAT THE HELL WILL THAT BE? WHERE? WHEN?

i've realized lately that all i want to do is rock journalism, but there is nothing happening that i want to write about. couldn't i have been around in 77 for punk? or 81 for hardcore? or hell, like, 87 for grunge? not to sound like the whiney suburban kid that i am, but there is nothing happening. right? am i missing something, or is rolling stone really all there is, and is it not the most predictable publication around?

i can't even imagine what there could be that would be terrifying enough to slaughter through the creativity suck that is pop culture right now.

therein lies the paradox.

2009-01-28T16:16:00.001-07:00

the two biggest things i am afraid of:

... strike that,

the only things i am afraid of:

1. marriage
2. dying alone

i'm all about logic.

i remembered.

2009-01-27T15:09:00.004-07:00

i was going to mention that i watched capote with noah. that's what it was. and i was going to mention that i couldn't believe i hadn't seen it earlier. it was good. unsettling, but all the best movies are.

i was also going to say that i really like watching movies with noah. hopefully if he reads my blog this won't weird him out, or offend him, but i like the idea of him coming over, us watching a movie, talking about it for like five minutes when it's done, and then him leaving. in an odd way it makes me feel like we actually did something productive.

plus, philip seymour hoffman: what a dream.

fragmentation.

2009-01-26T14:02:00.004-07:00

several things:

1. learning to love you more: great social art project, or GREATEST social art project?
2. going to sundance for the 'best of the fest' tonight.
3. found out about a polaroid exhibit in salt lake today. too bad i don't have a car and submissions have to be in by five tonight.
4. i've been really big on making my work public lately. which is weird. i feel like i better publish something or submit something to a show before i wanna hide it all again.

this is a pointless blog post. i had something to say, but forgot what it was, so i'm going to try and remember.

incidentally, i'm so big on rock journalism right now i can't even stand it. it's what i want to do more than anything. right? right.

fuh. didn't remember.
oh well.

who knew anticipation could be this horrible.

2009-01-18T12:37:00.003-07:00

summer is the best.
it is my very favorite.
and i have never been so excited for it when it is still so far away.

basketball season is meh this year. possibly owing to the fact that i don't have a tv, or any friends that care in the least. so, by the time summer/baseball season rolls around, i will be living somewhere else (the exact location has yet to be publicly released, but it does have functioning television) and can get more excited about america's favorite pastime.

where was i going with this?

oh yeah. anyway, every sunday during church i make a list of things i like. some items are repeated every week, but sometimes it's very specific to the particular day. today's shows how badly i can't wait for summer. it reads as follows:

sunshine
grass
cut-offs
swimming
bike rides
hiking
waterfalls
kites
swinging
braids
friendship bracelets
books/reading
cherry coke
otter pops
picnics
tan lines
mountains
summer

yeah. the last one might be the biggest indicator, and that's ok with me. i can't wait. this summer will be great because of where i'm living (another hint is that it's right by a park), the fact that i will have a sweet bike by then, besties being home from missions, other besties being a bike ride away, my hair being longer, being a bridesmaid, blah blah blah. i think this is boring for everyone except me. oh well, isn't that what blogs are all about?

---

for a final joyous note: isn't this the best photo you have ever seen?

yes, that is kanye west and beyoncé playing connect four. my third favorite board game of all time. thank you, rolling stone.

anything is poosssssiiiiibbbbbblllllleeeee!

2008-12-18T00:10:00.002-07:00

i'm not sayin', i'm just sayin'.

the c's are doing exceptionally well.

can you say TWENTY FOUR and TWO?

bee tee dubs.

2008-11-27T00:39:00.002-07:00

p.s. on the offhand chance that posterity reads this for whatever reason they might read this... it seems i should mention that we, the rarely wise citizens of america, have done something right. this month we elected our first black president, which is notable in and of itself, but is even greater because of what a fantastic politician he is, the hope he gives americans, and the will he has to make our country better. barack obama. one team one dream.

sigh.

amen.

the nightmare revisited.

2008-11-27T00:29:00.002-07:00

i just thought i might mention in passing that i've been writing again. college, you may be trying to break my spirit and ruin everything i find soulful about the english language, but you haven't won yet. expect a personal essay of mine in an upcoming issue of IT'S MURDER!. maybe. one might also note that the essay relates to my personal conflict with higher education. brace yourself, mom, and don't say i didn't warn you.

oh, excitement.

2008-09-17T10:23:00.003-06:00

yesterday eve i went to go see the new cohen brothers, burn after reading (which was brilliant as expected), and ended up twittering with excitement about previews.

FISRT: milk. as in harvey. i'm sure it will be rather heartbreaking to see nearly every male actor i love being gay, but i think i can take it. plus, LOOK HOW GOOD THIS LOOKS. (i'll save the story about how i got so worked up in my women's studies class, talking about harvey milk, that i cried, for another day.)

SECOND: frost/nixon. nixon, that bastard. things that could potentially ruin this movie: kevin bacon.

then, you know, there was the soloist and w and all that other terrific looking nonsense, but you can look those up on your own.

i'm a liar.

2008-08-03T12:32:00.001-06:00

i'm not deleting this.

i just forgot about it for a long time but i think i'm gonna hang on some more.

say farewell.

2008-03-16T20:18:00.003-06:00

i'm deleting this.
i've realized that right now i don't want to write anything if i can't selectively choose the readership.

it was fun while it lasted?

i'll wait a week or so to make sure it's not a rash decision.

yeah?
yeah.

why do i have this?

2008-03-07T02:12:00.001-07:00

honestly.

and how the pollen fell all around your face in strange yellow patterns.

2008-03-03T00:21:00.008-07:00

although it snowed a wee bit recently, it has been getting consistently warmer. as i mentioned previously, the thought of baseball season has also re-entered my thoughts, and spring is on the way. i cannot wait. tradition requires that i make a playlist consisting entirely of summer music and this is maybe my favorite part of waiting for spring.

caitlin and i have not been friends for long, but we are the sort of people to talk about things to come. we are both excited for summer and have been planning extensively. our plans include such things as trips to the zoo, running around outside barefoot, making imitation jackson pollacks in the driveway, flying kites, picnics, and the like. we also recently decided that we need to commit more fully to hippie lifestyles. this had a hefty influence on my playlist this year. the artists are as follows:

the aggrolites, air, andrew bird, angels of light, animal collective, antsy pants, appleseed cast, aqualung, the avett brothers, band of horses, barry louis polisar, the beatles, beck, belle & sebastian, ben kweller, big star, black moth super rainbow, black rebel motorcycle club, bob (both dylan and marley), brian jonestown massacre, buffalo springfield, the byrds, cat power, cat stevens, damien dempsey, david bowie, the decemberists, desmond dekker, devendra banhart, donovan, the doors, doug martsch, eisley, elton john, the flaming lips, goldspot, gregory and the hawk, the hives, iggy and the stooges, iron & wine, jack johnson, janis joplin, the jayhawks, jeff buckley, jet, jimi hendrix, joanna newsom, joe cocker, jonathan richman, joni mitchell, kimya dawson, the kinks, led zeppelin, lou reed, the lovin' spoonful, m. ward, the mamas and the papas, the maytals, mazzy star, the melodians, minipop, the moldy peaches, the mountain goats, neil young, nico, of montreal, old canes, old crow medicine show, peter bjorn and john, pixies, the polyphonic spree, rilo kiley, rod stewart, the rolling stones, the rubinoos, ryan adams, sea wolf, the seeds, the shins, simon & garfunkel, sparkelhorse, spoon, the standells, sunset rubdown, t rex, tegan & sara, them, the thrills, the turtles, van morrison, the velvet underground, the weepies, wilco, wreckless eric, the zombies, 13th floor elevators

...well, that's most of them, at least.

around this same time last year, nate and i were discussing which subculture we more fully associated with: punks or hippies, and we came to the conclusion that we were a near equal amount of both. punks lend themselves easily to the winter months for several logical reasons. first of all, the discomfort of the cold matches that of the violence and bitter anger that is such a large part of punk culture. punks also seem to wear a lot of clothes, which can be helpful from october till march. hippies, however, thrive in the summer. the warmth radiates not only from the summer sun, but from the hearts of hippies that believe in peace and love and all sorts of comforting things that ought to exist more than they do. and in the same sense that punks with their layers fit in the winter months, hippies with their lack thereof are at home when it's warmest outdoors.

so, as i mentioned earlier, i can feel myself morphing into a hippie at this very moment. i'm quite excited about this transformation. i think i like being nice more than i like being a jerk. but uh... we'll see what i have to say in october.

and just for novelty's sake, THIS WEBSITE is hilarious and awesome.

so good so good so good.

2008-02-17T12:37:00.007-07:00

sometime in february it always hits me like an acme anvil hits wily coyote: baseball season is coming. this happened a couple days ago and now the countdown begins.

twelve days till spring training.

forty-four till the sox play the a's at oakland.

fifty-one till the most beautiful day on god's green earth: opening day at fenway.

this summer will be good. i can feel it.
to be honest, i liked the sox more when they lost. they're losing personality. BUT, i'll love them till the day i die.
i'm just feeling the cubs this season. they're worthy, and they're due.

good things about baseball season:
-jason varitek.
-the standells.
-summer.
-getting worked up.
-i think paplebon's really gonna shine this year.

bad things about baseball season:
-neil diamond.
-not being in massachusetts.
-or even on the east coast.

well, the good far outweigh the bad.
once again, there is something to live for.
go sox.

oh, jason.

oh, manny.

oh, papi.

oh, jonathan.
my feelings exactly.

books are always better.

2008-02-08T11:15:00.000-07:00

invariably, books are always better than their film adaptations, but sometimes the films aren't so bad. i am particularly excited for a couple of them. julia stiles producing and starring in the bell jar later this year, and brazilian director walter salles releasing a black and white on the road sometime next year. i think both could come out more than decent.

it's funny 'cause it's not.

2008-02-05T20:41:00.000-07:00

i know it's a little late to be getting into it's always sunny in philadelphia, but i must say... it is the best show i have seen in some time. initially i thought it was pretty raw and unnecessarily graphic, but then i remembered, NO SUCH THING. the characters' obnoxious arrogance appeals to my own, and one can't help but fall in love with charlie: the classic illiterate little irish man. anyway, all i really have to say is, thank you fx for letting so much more fly than other stations. where else could you watch a grown woman beat a homeless man with a mini-bat for masturbating behind a dumpster in her alley? seasons 1 & 2 are definitely on my birthday list.

as a slight side note: my mom ordered me a potato-masher. SWEET!

as a less slight side note: today is super tuesday. good luck obama. our fingers, and hearts, are crossed.

go fix me a turkey pot pie.

2008-01-31T00:48:00.000-07:00

pb&j with the crusts cut off... well brian, this is a very nutritious lunch, all the food groups are represented. did your mom marry mr. rogers?

uh, no... mr. johnson.

ahh... here's my impression of life at big bri's house:
"son?"
"yeah, dad?"
"how was your day, pal?"
"great, dad! how's yours?"
"super! say, how would like to go fishing this weekend?"
"great, dad! but I got homework to do."
"that's okay, son! you can do it on the boat!"
"gee!"
"dear, isn't our son swell?"
"yes, dear. isn't life swell?"
*kiss*
*punch*

all right, what about your family?

oh, that's easy:
"stupid, worthless, no good, god-damned free loading son of a bitch! retarded, big-mouthed, know-it-all asshole jerk!"
"you forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful!"
"shut up, bitch! go fix me a turkey pot pie!"
"what about you, dad?"
"fuck you!"
"no, dad, what about you?"
"fuck you!"
"no, dad, what about you?!"
"fuck you!"
*punches*

good times.

2008-01-24T20:39:00.001-07:00

so for about half of my junior year of high school i hated my best friend eleonore because i thought she hated me. and while i wasn't hanging out with her, i was hanging out with this other girl, julie, who was the one that lied to us both and told us that we hated each other. the saddest part of this story is that those were six really fun months. i hate that i think they were, but they were pretty great, and i still hate that julie did something so lame. anyway, in reminiscing about those great times, i found some great pictures to go along with them.

we hung out on the roof a lot.

and we had some huge-ass bonfires. that pit is probably ten to fifteen feet across.

we went swimming.

we took maybe the favorite picture of my life.

ugh.
so sad.

incidently, led zeppelin is SO GOOD.

trevor.

2008-01-22T23:58:00.001-07:00

trevor is my friend.

he told me to write a blog entry about him, so i am.

trevor has dreadlocks. i think that's important to mention early on. also, today he is wearing sweatpants in public. that's notable for sure. trevor and i have known each other for a while but we became the best of pals the evening of the infamous duane call's halloween party. then we starting hanging out a lot, and all of our other friends kept asking us and one another if we were dating. we thought this was funny so we pretended to be dating and even still we sometimes joke about it. it can be awkward and i'm pretty sure no one thinks it's funny but us. also, sometimes even we don't think it's funny, but we still do it.

what else?

a while ago trevor and i were discussing how cool those silhouettes that people have of their kids are. so then we went to his house and traced each other's heads. then a couple days ago he gave me the finished product of mine. it is so cool. i would take a picture of it and post that as well, but i am at kamalame's house.

trevor is funny.
trevor is bitter.
trevor is nice.

i like trevor.
he's cool.
and this is my blog about trevor.

yippeee!

i ran in iran.

2008-01-14T11:39:00.000-07:00

i had a weird dream last night.
i often have wicked weird dreams, but they are creepy or unsettling, like watching my dad get eaten by a yeti while i drive by with my big sister who is younger than me in the dream. this dream was only creepy or unsettling because it was so very random.

i lived in iran with my mom and sisters. i was going to school this one day wearing a cool school uniform. (i've always wanted to go to a school that required uniforms.) i rode a boss bike and it was kind-of a long way. then it like skipped ahead to me leaving school, and four or so of us kids were getting our bikes together and walking them to the end of a dirt road the school was on, and waiting to turn on to a main road. i was second in the row of us. THEN. this guy comes running down a hill next to us, plows into the kid in the back of the line and eats the kid's bike. then he shoves the kid behind me away from his bike and ate that one, as well. then he took my sweet bike and ate it. i was pissed, but for some reason, not at all surprised. anyway, then he knocked me down and started grabbing at my ankles. lucky for me i was wearing high-tops that were untied so all he got was my shoes. so i get up and start running. and running. and running. the guy doesn't even chase me, or anything, but i run a good couple miles or so until i get to this store and call my mom to have her come get me, but half-way through the phone call i decide that i just have to keep running. so i hang up on my mom and run all the way home. this is my favorite part. so i had run miles and miles all the way home barefoot on pavement. that hurt a lot. but my house was in this weird neighborhood that didn't have a street or driveways or anything. there were just the houses and really thick cool grass. and i got to walk on it. and it felt really great. the houses were in a circle and they all had big curtains that were different shades of pink in front of the doors, and they were blowing in the wind, and seriously, like half of the dream was looking at how pretty the curtains were next to the green grass while i stood in it. then my mom and sisters came out from behind the curtain and we walked towards each other, but i wasn't pressed to tell them what happened or anything. everything was fine. then i looked over at our iranian neighbor sitting on his steps and we smiled and waved to each other, and my high tops were cleaned and tied and lined up sitting next to him on the step.

weird.
maybe my favorite dream i have ever had.

kill me.

2008-01-13T18:28:00.001-07:00

i think i like him.

14 things i am not ashamed of.

2008-01-11T20:58:00.000-07:00

1] my lame-ass friends.

2] liking unicorns.

3] bringing boys to my room in byu housing.

4] being pretty dirty most of the time.

5] being the other kind of dirty most of the time.

6] being bitter and angry about almost everything.

7] being a passionate jerk about politics and sports.

8] playing with action figures.

9] having sexual fantasies about my tenth grade english teacher.

10] falling in like with a lot of boys.

11] lying for fun.

12] making many stupid decisions in regards to my health and image.

13] thinking i'm better than people.

14] not being ashamed of anything.

turtle power, indeed.

2008-01-09T18:49:00.000-07:00

WATCH THIS!

... i'm intrigued by the fact that michelangelo just wants to get pizza.
had he not been my favorite turtle, maybe i would've made better choices myself?

pathetic.

2008-01-05T19:24:00.000-07:00

i am sorta close to getting kicked out of byu.

that's how stupid i have become. at the risk of sounding like a dick i'm gonna say that i was one of the maybe ten or so smartest people in my graduating class. i never had to work for it. i just remembered everything the first time i heard it and sucked up to teachers and that was all i needed for thirteen years of straight a's.

not no mo'.

let's review my marks from college thus far, eh?

semester uno:
b+, b, b, b, c+.

semester dos:
c-, b, c-, e, d+.

semester tres:
d, d-, c-, c, d.

another point of interest might be my 1.96 gpa.
how special.

so i'm taking this semester off, hopefully to get it together. my mom told me i was basically coming back to utah to sell my apartment and pack up my stuff. then i would be moving home to stay there for, lets face it, the rest of my life. after spending a couple days crying hysterically i think she started to see how much i don't want to go back. she's been calling me no less than three times a second since i've been back in the great state of utah, always with the kindergarten teacher voice. saying, "how are you feeling today, trina?" stuff like that. i think she's now planning on me deciding what to do rather than forcing me. anyway i guess this is all besides the point.

the point is: where can i buy some grade-a motivation? lakeland, florida is the most depressing place in america. i cannot go back. everyone i knew in high school that stayed there has done nothing but a lot of drugs. to each his own, but i've made a lot of friends here and i love it and i don't wanna go back. i think i'll start again in the fall with classes that i am really interested in and i will work my ass raw to do well. because even if my mom does decide to let me stay, byu's not giving me many more chances anyway.

i can do it.
right?

other points of interest for this post:
-crosswords are so great. so are crass words.
-bear grylls has a son named marmaduke.
-i bought red lace-up vans that make me feel like i'm eleven in the best way.
-joni mitchell? yes.
-my bonsai tree begins today.
-i got a great plastic stegosaurus for christmas. his name is stephan.
-i like watching trevor and bruce with each other.
-exclamation points are fun!
-i can text now.
-i'm gonna try way harder to have a more interesting blog.
-can't wait till the sun shines again.
-my little sister is so great. she has a dent in her forehead.

last but no way least:
YAY FOR TRYING AT SCHOOL IN THE FALL!

i'm not there.

2007-12-20T02:03:00.000-07:00

i would be a big fat lesbian for chan marshall. i dare you to find me another girl that can do such a great bob dylan without sounding like an ass.
plus, she's mega-hot.

like, MEGA-hot.

example: her time was up at a show one night and so the house music came on. did she get angry and violent? did she politely get off stage? did she sulkily get off stage? no. she crawled around on all fours erotically, singing along to gnarls barkley's 'crazy'. wow. how hot.

incidently, look up 'the whore moans'.
they are pretty ok.
and they are called 'the whore moans'.

elitism.

2007-12-12T18:00:00.001-07:00

i enjoy my elitist phases. i would argue that i am always a real elitist, but every once in a while, there are a few months when i feel like i should make sure everyone else knows, too. this means that i am a big dick about everything, and good times are had by all. the real sucky part is when i can feel myself getting sick of being a militant elitist. this is happening now. i know the time has come for my snobbery to lie dormant, but the fact that i am a snob makes doing this pretty difficult. you dig?

plus, i feel like i'm boring when i stop being a dick. lame.

exactly!

2007-12-03T19:30:00.000-07:00

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super g&g.

2007-11-18T20:45:00.000-07:00

trevor said he can't imagine me ever having to be rescued.

i feel pretty good about that.

new book & ramen noodles!!

2007-11-14T16:20:00.000-07:00

the elegant universe.

wow.
i am excited.

there is something about a new book that makes absolutely everything, even the things that are great, way better. i'm rather ticked that i won't get to read it for a bit, but i have to finish what i'm reading now or i will never finish any of them.

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incidentally, i'm trying to live off of one pack of ramen noodles a day for a month. just to see if i can. so... that's exciting. today is day four.

the artist formerly known as cat stevens.

2007-11-09T15:35:00.000-07:00

then i found my head one day, when i wasn't even trying.
and here i have to say, 'cause there is no use in lying:

yes, the answer lies within! so why not take a look now!
kick out the devil's sin, pickup, pickup a good book now!

five songs that changed my life.

2007-11-06T17:34:00.000-07:00

1] SITTIN' ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY - OTIS REDDING

the first song i liked that wasn't in the nursery rhyme genre.

2] EVERYDAY - DAVE MATTHEWS BAND

yes. i did say dave matthews band. shut up. youtube the music video and i'll give you $50 if you don't cry.

3] FREE & EASY TAKE 2 - THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE

if psychotropic drugs and my freshman year of college had sex, this song would be the love child.

4] I WANNA BE SEDATED - THE RAMONES

i was in fifth grade. punk blew my mind. i has remained blown.

5] TEETH IN THE GRASS - IRON & WINE

the first song that made me want to do really dirty things to boys.

the list would change tomorrow.
but that's what it is now.

fndhfsalbf.

2007-11-04T19:08:00.000-07:00

i like this girl.
she makes me laugh.
she is my best friend.
she makes finger mustaches.
i miss her a lot today.
damn.

things i love.

2007-11-02T18:14:00.000-06:00

politics. subculture. harmonicas. mix tapes. swimming. haircuts. hoods. fireworks. plans. the red sox. bubble gum. visine. subtitles. dad. big headphones. cartoons. books. pencils. best friends. apples. gummy bears. skipping classes. bonfires. road trips. altered states of conciousness. trains. polaroids. sunny days. rainy days. playing guitar with the tv on mute. staying up all night. dance parties. boys. words. 27's. goldfish. tattoos. graffiti. art in general. haikus. writing. records. mail. grass. composition books. macs. photography. smiles. summer. nothing. everything.

things i hate.

2007-11-02T18:07:00.000-06:00

church. sign up sheets. lots of eyeshadow. wet socks. calculus. laundry. waking up. cold mornings with warm afternoons. railroad bulls. rehab. organization. car exhaust. good looking friendly boys with bad taste. the yankees. boring art. boring people. wearing my glasses. money. people that don't shut up in class. air conditioning. closed windows. monogamy. stereotypes. my dad's impatience. my mom's ideals. menthol cigarettes. football. crying. pre-faded jeans. melted ice cream. florists. stop signs. boys that wear jewelery. prudes. getting hit by cars. dead grass. mustaches. over-cooked pasta. texting. my terrible posture.

blogs.

why am i here?

oh yeah.

i'm an elitist snob.
if lame people can think out loud on the internet, so can i.