hard nye

putting on my vodka parka

happy new year

new moon

thoroughly emo from watching new moon. it was so so good. i gladly contribute twenty-five dollars to the enterprise.

"you give me everything just by breathing."
oscar, now.

sabrina

if my parents tell me on my birthday that we are witches and that i have nascent magical powers, i think i will handle it rather well

modern living

thinking about, which is more ridiculous - life in the suburbs or life in LA?

la times

i've grappled with the sunday la times crossword all day to the point where i think i have negative brain cells

twilight

i'm watching twilight. i get it.
main character, lamegirl, as your lameself.

wild thing

my new name? turducken.

wild thing

i just want to stomp all over everything nowadays

tv time

i have been severely overdosing on television because i don't really want to see people.
jersey shore makes my life at least four times more excellent.

also, for all the shit i've given alvin and the chipmunks, i am secretly vaguely interested in watching the squeakquel.
i just really like the chipettes, okay

the gods must be crazy

there is some sort of hilarious show on the travel channel right now called - meet the natives: usa. they've taken five south pacific tribesmen and are giving them a trip around america. best show.

the burbs

i've been in my hometown for less than a day and i miss los angeles, where people look at each other with disapproval

holly days

last night i had a wonderful dinner with three danish boys.

this is why

thisiswhyyourefat.com has made me uncontrollably starving

good-byes

thinking about, my exchange boys, and when we were all strangers to one another.

maggiano's

my services include airport pick-up, tour of the city, clubbing until 5 am. Whenever you'll be in milan just call and an army of helpful and fun people will come and welcome you!!! - matteo

obligatory

i have no energy for these unending coffee dates and get-together-lunches

mind wandering

normally when you wake and sleep again, your sleep is shallow enough so that the situations are a little more relevant to your life and your conscious self has a little more control; you're more likely to act the way you would in the waking version and you hesitate in the same ways that your real lame self would. but they happenings are still a smidge fantastical and this is almost lucidity. however, these past mornings of my sleepings-in my dreams have been too realistic - to the point of boredom, menial tasks, sitting around and hashing out my real problems without any of the real resolves.

ex: finding overdue library books on my shelf

on foot

listening to my favorite song on repeat, going elsewhere

fireworks

you never know how earnestly you wanted something until you find yourself crying in some starbucks, obscuring yourself poorly behind a blue binder filled with notes on management, blurrily noticing the minutiae of tattered corners and fibrous cardboard. at this point you know everyone's seen you.

disappointment comes in very deep waves which exhaust your body. although borne originally of your low self-esteem, it somehow manages to offend your lost pride. you never know how excited you were until you're driving north at night and all of the headlights and tail lights and each of the stoplights golights and slowlights are exploding in wet dazzling colored starbursts

the grinch

seeing as i have, as of this hour, been rejected from everything i have applied for and really wanted, i have confirmed my suspicion that i am not fit for work and, consequently, will be moving to taiwan shortly after graduation to be a pop star.

yelp

according to yelp, i am funnier than i am useful, but more useful than i am cool. i am, not that cool.

have yourself

i can't wait for finals to be over, to spend all my time watching netflix and sitting in starbucks like a christmas lard.

naustalgia

i would like to go to a holiday choral performance

lucia

still frustrated that i missed the swedish christmas fair on sunday

a chorus line

"While A Chorus Line had remarkably little dancing, especially for a show about dancers, it could be said that the entire show was danced: its performers kept moving back and forth in different patterns through the depth of the stage, forever splintering and then reconstituting their chorus line. It was as if the company were one giant, undulating organism forever torn between the shadows of the wings and the footlights down front."

have you ever heard such an exaggerated and delusional brouhaha over people stepping out of line, gabbing a few words, and stepping back in line

pickles

who knows you whom you don't know thems?

morning

firefighters outside my window, five feet away from me. me in my robe, checking my e-mail. blinds open. awkward.

tv time

watching extreme dr. 90210 just almost made me spit ramen all over myself

for looking at

one of my favorite people in the world in one of my favorite places

one of the most beautiful girls i've ever seen

ideal town

animals i want to see

best play i have ever seen

thing i want to own

!

gogol's use of exclamations is my favorite.

miss saigon

the things that you say are like the breadcrumbs that you leave, so that when you forget who you are, you can follow the trail back.