the mythical

why do girls like mermaids?

jackets scarves boots

going to see how many times today i have to listen to people gripe about the weather

on that boring note, all of my scandinavian weather conditioning is gone and i am so cold.

flyttet

this blog will be moved in its entirety shortly

sakura

tonight i learned how to say cherry blossom festival in danish.

just keeping the dream alive.

whether weather

it was very windy today, from what i observed from inside my car.

veritable hurricane. palm fronds all over the street!

teach for america

the TFA interviewer next to me at starbucks, gab gab gab. who's the one being interviewed here?
there's a lot of explaining to do about signing two years of your life away.
interview over. immediately to the phone to gab.

no missed opportunities here.

hate turned love

new love - justified text.

more caffeinated heartbeat, pleas-s-s-e.

rewards for works

if i finish my escape application today, i may go to all my favorite stores.

youngness

i do not claim to have any sympathy for children or the supposed sanctity of childhood but i would like to be a little boy for a day

the drive north

i wonder how far people go to babble

my face

do you too feel sad when you have to take off your makeup at the end of the day and be just you 

valerie records

i am the wild thing

pom

thinking about getting really drunk and working out. clearly the only way to trick myself into exercise.

pengar

europe, american college student playground

glamor monster

last night i realized i was dreaming

i was dying. and terrified to see if there would be anything after.

there was. and i was immensely relieved. and i was definitely in heaven, not hell. but what does it matter? because this is a dream.

heaven was a dark cornfield. with a lit house on the faraway hill.

diversity in the american broadway musical

i've been watching clips of west side story on youtube and i am not impressed. would rather watch romeo+juliet, even with claire danes' terrible shakespearean.

drinks sprite

i'm obsessed with

Maskinen - Segertåget

usb emily

the boy sitting behind me today in video game class was very skillfully drawing a figure with the biggest boobs i have ever seen

i also watched the entirety of The Last Lecture for the first time. i loved it, but i don't think it was supposed to overwhelm me with a sense of futility.

ground zero

i brought my panini into gz cafe and am now inadvertently sitting in on a bluegrass class. i now have a pumpkin milkshake. and banjo.

nachalo

find me at psychobabble. 2:30

uffie

well i just feel terrible

bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

George Gershwin died today, but I don't have to believe it if I don't want to.

aeroplane over the sea

ohhh wtf i don't remember anything again. my hair smells like boy i suspect foul play.

gde krasnaya ploshad

sugar and caffeine my body is going into shock

see what i wanna see

sun shining on my driving arm; today i felt young

game designers

i can't find the bugs. what is wrong with my code? ... i can't read my code...

- lenny, despairing over gray, not rainbow, digital teapot

love, sex, and glock

uffie - pop the glock

up and down elevators

last night i was in an elevator going down and when the doors opened it was another open elevator and i walked in and bumped into two friends

pacifico

today in the new cinema building i watched a girl nonchalantly flip through a facebook album of someone's photos from an African village as she discussed halloween costumes

day of misery has begun

how much annoying can you pack in one day? let's find out.

however, it's easier to handle emotionally when you see it coming.

i wish it were beach weather and that i were in santa monica. now.

iever really like the danishes at starbucks. they are very satisfying.

looks like rain. weather.com says so.

the lives of perfect creatures

take me stargazing, please

tomorrow is going to be a so-so-bad day and it's only thirty-five minutes away.

i will also settle for a trip to the outdoors with a metal detector

nobody wants to hear about your dreams

matter-of-fact and not scary when it happened but creepy in retrospect.

a mysterious, highly-intelligent man who is very upset about something (never defined) and leaving angry blocks of text in blue graffiti on the walls of the city. he monitors the actions of people he knows because he has dolls of all these people that do what their respective person is doing. he has an accomplice, an asian girl, sultry bond-girl type. (she never makes an appearance - i only knew her by her doll form, an asian barbie with two faces.) the man chastises the girl for not accomplishing her task - she says she couldn't imagine manipulating another girl.

some detective-type and i are in a warehouse - very bright and clean. the detective believes there is another graffiti incident somewhere in the warehouse. i never would have guessed there would be anything in this warehouse. someone is stacking chairs on top of each other to try to gain access to the graffiti, which is very high up on the wall.

umbrella

on the 5 today i looked in my rear view mirror and realized there was a police car right behind me. i looked at my odometer and i was shockingly doing a perfect 65. i felt glad that the people around me had had the foresight to slow down since i certainly never would have noticed the need on my own. the police car fell back and was a silent predator in a reef of well-behaved fishes, each trying to be less conspicuous than its neighbors. the orca finally picked its red fish and turned on its bloody bells.

my mama took me boot shopping because she loves me. we had dinner at a bbq joint, where she repeatedly commented that her pulled pork should be taken home and made into fried rice. this little girl at the table next to us was reading her tiger beat with selena gomez at the table. what is it like to know that you've been made into a child star specifically to corner the latino dollar? after dinner, the barista at the starbucks bar kept announcing my drinks with a very interesting whine in my name, valerie, two lattes, valerie, valerie

my vanilla latte was horrible. no foam, all syrup.

after three weeks with kittens, and then coming home to missy, i find that no one will ever love me the way my dog does. cat love is very tangible but it just can't compare. miss missy was elated to see me and collapsed her now-larger body next to my now-larger body on the couch. put her head in my lap with a sigh. she follows me around the house and doesn't get annoyed even though i've just gone up and down the stairs five times in a row. she finds me if i go to the bathroom and she sleeps and wakes with me. i am nice in return because i throw my jeans on the floor specifically so that she can sleep on them as she likes to do.

lauren studios

from the people who took my graduation photos :

We strongly recommend retouching on all prints 5x7 or larger. Remember, the images you are viewing are significantly smaller than your finished portrait. All imperfections will be magnified.

you are ugly.

usa pavilion

what up, life?

mickey & judy

i'm just going to have to acquire this

http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Garland-Mickey-Rooney-Collection/dp/B0000033IA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1255190138&sr=1-1

fly fly

thinking about leaving the country in more instances than one. or two. or three.

louis poulsen

the problem with the lamp fetish is that there really is no reasonable electrical or tasteful way to collect and display all the specimens you would like to appropriate.

enjoyed this

http://emag.louispoulsen.com/1L4a48e5a4669f0012.cde

premonition

yesterday i had a resplendent vision of my future mediocrity

you are a woman of culture

studying abroad = semester course in point-and-click photography

evolution

rooibos tea lattes are the new hazelnut lattes

porgy and bess

i am losing my imagination and i can't figure out whether it is because i am growing old or because i am becoming more content with my real life

now in retrospect

when i look back on my youngness, i will think of driving miles and miles to spend too much money on something as ubiquitous as coffee or gelato, something as scarce as good coffee or good gelato; lounging every day on grungy sunken couches next to hipsters wearing too many layers; running stale yellow lights; meeting strangers off the internet; drinking so much caffeine that in class i am something hopping and alive, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed;

in the morning, you only get bad e-mails because all your friends are asleep and all the worker ants are working. this morning i saw many straight-laced straight-faced men walking on wilshire in suits walking to their works. the art in psychobabble has changed. instead of glitter-glue cartoons, now objectively ugly paintings of some incan (A Peruvian in Edinbugh) and angels and islands. i am studying russian, listening to swedish rap, reminding myself of danish equivalents. there was an attractive boy driving on my right this morning. when i looked at him, he looked away.

cha-ching

it is Actually cold now. i want to go boot shopping yes yes yes. flat boots, cowboy & over-the-knee.

william

wordsworth so loquacious

enunciate

I could have a mansion on the hill
I could lease a villa in Seville
But it wouldn't be as nice as a summer in Ohio