fuck the world, don't ask me for shit

so my ipod touch is broken. remember two and a half weeks ago when i went to get another one? yeah, good times. in fact, i liked that so much i think i'll do it again.

i think i might get a crepe this time, too.

ron requested that i post more often so here's a post

we went to the stand for lunch and i ate a chili dog (correction: half a chili dog) and it basically turned me into a dude for twenty minutes.

also, a ron gem: "you don't need to act when you're online, you just need caps lock."

vitalia

last night ryan and i went to cal arts to see henry and rob and captain ahab. we saw henry, and rob, but missed captain ahab while on a coors-and-practically-mouthwash run. i had a good time, i think, but truthfully i don't remember too much of anything, aside from random tidbits - the candlelight room with the afro-cuban funk music and burritos being made by a single kneeling girl; some kids that might as well have been a weezer cover band; sliding across the floor; chewing a lot of gum? i think. i'm at cal arts too often. people are getting the wrong impression.

today - in about an hour - ron and i are going to the stand. we've been trying to go for the past few days but it hasn't worked out. i've been hell-bent on eating a chili dog. today is the day!

you are what you read?

"so, i glanced over at your bookshelf and saw t.s. eliot and the white man's burden..."
"and if you kept looking you'd find some ezra pound, too."

dudebro

i just realized that my life lately has been one giant sausage fest - i've been hanging out with guys almost exclusively. i've gained so many girl friends in the past two years but i think life is reverting back to the old order of things. there are a lot of blow job jokes and ball re-adjusting (that they don't think i see) but for the most part it's all good.

crusty

wait can someone explain this amebix resurgence because i have no idea what's going on

presented by state farm

i don't know how i managed to learn so many board games when i was a kid because last night i played ticket to ride: europe (voted game of the year by some german fools, but that info is unsourced) and i was confused as hell.

i'm seeing no age twice this weekend, once at this art gallery in west hollywood and again at the smell with mika miko, abe vigoda, rings, wavves, and some other fools. i'm stoked.

i woke up way too early today but i had a nice smoke 'n walk about an hour and a half ago. it was raining for a bit but now it's just cloudy and nice.

merkur

i need more book space; my books are getting out of control!

speaking of books, i'm going to restart 2666 and try try try to get past volume one. i was straightening up my room and saw the 2666 set i bought - and was really excited to get - and realized that the first book is still sitting on my bedside table, while the other two books/four volumes are as of yet unread. i got halfway through the first volume and and couldn't take it anymore but supposedly it's an amazing book, one of the top novels of 2008 (even though that doesn't mean shit as 2008 wasn't a very good year in literature). the best book i read was violence, of course; i can't stop talking or thinking about it and have been on this half-assed crusade to get all of my friends to read it. so far i got one person to buy it but i doubt he's even reading it so whatever.

today ron and i took the supposed "scenic route" offering "extra views of the san fernando valley" (uh what) down mulholland and discovered that we were probably half a mile from where we were last week. so basically we were in encino and had our eyes assaulted by the homes of the "valley rich" for no reason. what the fuck. however, the fact that much of the wi-fi connections are unlocked is of note (for me, anyway).

since the season finale of mad men my television watching has gone extremely downhill. the only programs i seem to watch anymore are true life (fucking love it), some shitty history channel series about presidents, and random ridiculous-ass snippets of rock of love bus.

i re-discovered this dean martin greatest hits album that my mom got me in ninth grade for some reason and "volare" has been playing in my head for the past few days. i once watched this pretty bad and completely revisionist pbs series about different members of the rat pack and the only thing i remember about the dean martin episode was the claim that during rat pack performances there was usually just apple juice in dean's glass. riiiiiiiiiight.

ug i just ate a bunch (6) of vanilla wafers and i feel fucking sick. goddamn.

our way to fall

i woke up really late today, at 1:07 pm, which means i'd been sleeping for almost eleven hours. i feel gross.

last night i went to a gallery opening with ron, lily, jackson, lauren, and bryce. it was a mistake. i don't like going to exhibits with groups of people and i shouldn't have made an exception. that and the trader joe's experience pretty much killed my mood for the rest of the night, even after we set up our picnic (which was held in a church parking lot off mulholland). the valley has never looked more amazing, though.

things i want right now:
$ cheesecake
$ a better mood
$ tuesday
$ candied pecans

lights of the good year blimp

it's almost five-thirty in the morning and i'm in my bed, eating chips and watching busted on mtv and somehow it's a great end to a great night.

fools rush in

to do in the next week
$ re-watch all of arrested development
$ birth control refill (important, not tryin' to have a baby)
$ catalog my books
$ find a hobby
$ go to yoga?
$ throw away a bunch of clothes
$ buy some fucking exfoliant
$ watch and delete a bunch of stuff on the dvr

i've been to the beach more this winter than i ever went this summer past. and it's been freezing. and i've been down.

i've been living like a pig for the past month. there are clothes and books and magazines and water bottles and necklaces and tissue and twenty million different kinds of lip balm and blankets and ribbon? and stuff all over my room. basically what is boils down to is me being too busy hanging out with edc to do anything to my room. i go out doing various things during the day, come back, go out again, and then come back home too tired or too into doing something else to care about how my room looks. it's starting to get to me but only to the point that i'm bitching about it. i haven't reached the "do something" point yet. i suspect it's coming up soon.

uh so i'm going to eat a bowl of spaghetti (fuck. yes.), watch arrested development, read (trying out all the sad young literary men again, hoping it will fit), and then go to bed at five in the morning and somehow believe that yes, i will wake up at 8:30 in the morning to go to yoga because that seems to be what's up.

i can host in my hotel

today i discovered the amazing piece of internet that is israeli craigslist. i love it. i love it so much.

p.s. ron, jackson, lauren and i just got fucking ridiculous.

winter breakdown

everyday crew, dry ice runs, coffee?!, sleepovaz galore, sushi mac, 2-for-1 cigarettes, henry's mom making bacon and therefore having a place in my heart forever, not seeing anyone, coldest winter ever (but not the book), getting lily and jackson to listen to rap, mindy's brownies, puzzle mania aka being 70 mania, deciding what to blow up, going to bed at three or later every night, tiny champagne, chill beach, joe moments (low key), animal-style fries, bringin' the party - and the wine - to in-n-out, what fucking else?

fresh start

i was going to delete this blog but i deleted all of the entries instead. happy new year?