What Goes Up Must Come Down

Drinking is a great idea. That is unless I am thinking at all about my future or my past. If I think into the past I realize that nothing ever came of drinking other than mystery bruises, wretched hangovers, and embarrassing make out sessions with people whose faces and names I must strive to piece together the following morning. This trend is destined to repeat itself in the future. (Remembering whether or not they had a cold sore is always of great concern...) But if I'm thinking only about the present, drinking is a great idea. The liquor goes down, and my mood goes up. But then of course I wake up and the liquor comes up and my mood goes down. Up until this point in winter break I have solved this problem by drinking more and postponing the inevitable crash. I've kept going up and up and up. But now I'm coming down and the side effect of my roller coaster ride is that my wallet is (i think) in a lake house that Annika has been house sitting for, my 2 new sweaters are at Rachel's and she has left town, my watch is god knows where and my happiness is trapped inside a Seagrams Gin bottle. I have no idea how I'm going to round all these things up...

I miss Danielle and I took for granted how awesome it is that while she's in town, she's always hanging out with me. Now that she's gone, I'm stuck in Danny's house with nothing to do and I have to resort to grumbling about how every single plan I seem to make falls through, and stealing my mother's beers with the hope that she won't notice. I've been playing way too much Peggle, but in a short lived burst of productiveness and creativity I made a couple doodles which I will show you here! Hope you like them!


I felt chauvinistic at the time... (Click it! It gets bigger)


I was doing a Dominic Monaghan face in my mirror and got a little nostalgic about it. And then I imagined what his family might look like if they all had funny chins like him. So I drew a picture!

Health Train!

I am going to the gym every day but Saturday and eating yogurt and miso soup.

Look at this cool thing!



And in the morning, dance around to this number one jam!

The Jesus & Mary Chain - Head on - Watch more Videos at Vodpod.

yarn blobs

Spaces

Solution!

The solution is, lovelies, to use safari when you want to post comments. I guess the new version of Firefox is a dick? But it's ok! Because I figured it out!

This is how I look after not showering and mostly sleeping/watching crap tv for three days.

Tra la la! Caleb hurry up!

Only You Know

This is what I want to be doing tonight:


Because:

Penny in a Diamond Mine

Comments are being a whore

Just so you guys know, the comment thing isn't working on this stupid blog no matter what I try. So don't be offended, Hattie, that I haven't commented on the posts I harassed you into doing. I want to. But I just can't.

Caleb, I hope to be witnessing your debut soon. Don't fuck around too long.

I love you guys so much and miss you more than Brittany Murphy misses being alive. Maybe not that extreme. But you know. I miss you guys a lot.

I'm Counting On Your Fingers

So there's this girl, that I know, who I drove home one time and who was prom queen her senior year. It's weird, if you know her, to also know that she was prom queen because she seems pretty shy. She might not have been prom queen, come to think of it. It might have been that other red head I know. But they were definitely in prom photos together. Or something. Maybe they just went to the same school.

But regardless of her tiara-having status, she takes super great photos, and I wish a was as cool as her.








I feel like I might kind of like them more than I should, and Caleb (in a rare moment of being super sweet) said that my photos are better than hers and I shouldn't be jealous, but then he also told me that her style was totally not my style and I shouldn't even try. So. I know they're super contrasty, and they mostly all look like they're from a holga or some dollar store equivalent, but I think she told me once that she uses a digital camera.

My digital camera is fucked, and now I have the gross task of finding one thats as good as the mine. It will be hard, that beast is magic, I swear.

forever and a day

In other news I miss you already, what the dip.
I'm gonna go eat pistachios out of a basket and cry about it.