Favorite Bands:
Margot Umbrellas Beirut Bright Eyes Butterfly Boucher Cocorosie Azure Ray Damien Rice Cat Power The Cure AFI 30 Seconds to Mars The Like Death Cab Dashboard Frou Frou Kill Hanna Metric Metro Station The Pierces Tresspassers William Shiny Toy Guns Love Story Hero Eisley Regina Spektor The Shins Iron and Wine Tegan and Sara Pinback Rachael Yamagata Missy Higgins Augustana Ben Lee Siouxsie and the Banshees Sia Jessie Baylin Gary Jules Joshua Radin so on and so forth
Favorite Films:
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Dead Poets Society Girl Interrupted August Rush Winter Passing Pride and Prejudice Love Actually Harry Potters Big Fish blah blah blah
Favorite Books:
I love to read
Favorite TV Shows:
The View
5 Items I Can't Live Without:
notebooks purple pens my sisters dickinson chest ipod, lola
Religion: none
Occupation:
Poet
Philosophy:
I love philosophy Tell me yours
Makes Me Happy:
music writing painting screaming sleeping loving laughing crying dancing playing cleaning reading listening believing walking flying running meeting
Makes Me Sad:
fighting lying losing hitting hurting bleeding biting finishing running
Well, let's start with a warning shall we? Those of you with a strong, central disgust, if you will, for personal expression through art or otherwise, need not read any further.
Now, my week has been exhausting; I had a damned good laugh at some extremely haggard persons in the village the other day. No, not the sweet little tourists attraction that is my home.
My other home, I say, Down Town San Diego. It's such a beautiful place. Newly decorated with Misses idea of functional, expressive art? I think so.
Story: I was bored shitless, mulling over the silly drama boy who's slowly, but surely tearing my heart ruthlessly from my ribcage. Then it hit me.
For Christ's sake, I was in San Diego, sitting at the computer in my Grandmother's bedroom. That's fucking pathetic. I had to get out of there; I needed to breathe something other than weed sneaking out from under my fathers bedroom door.
He's 43. Living with his mother. Smoking pot to pass the time. Good Lord right?
Well. After a humiliating hour of begging stoner to take me somewhere, I was in the front seat. Waiting...
So here I was, flying down the high way, in this new HHR, way to small of a car for someone who's 5"10 by the way, on my way to West Field mall in North Country Fair.
Popped in the umbrellas, loaded the polaroid, and rolled down my window. It was freezing and I wasn't wearing much.
So, we get to the mall, and I'm thinking, "Okay, we're here. Now what?" Took some effort, but I finally ditched the old man for an hour or so, and went to find something entertaining...
By Jove Man!! Nature called. And there was at least 20 people in line to the bathroom. Shit. Luckily for me, this was the beginning of a damn good time..
I met an old lady named Karen in line. She was super sweet, and had lost her car keys. So, skipping a ways ahead, I ended up in Macy's, helping her find her keys by these ridiculous Lakers Bobble Heads.
So we find the keys, and then just stand there like two idiots. We didn't say anything for like 10 minutes, we just walked around.
We found the dresses. =] They had some fucking crazy looking dresses hanging up too...
So.. We tried on a bunch of ridiculous dresses, just for the purpose of trying them on, and took 4 polaroids exactly, taking extra care not to get our faces in the shot. Well, I was making sure. She didn't notice, but I had a plan.
So, long story short. Went to the mall, met Karen. tried on big fluffy dresses, took polaroids, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanddddddddddddd
taped them over the urinals in the mens bathroom at macy's.
Now, where's the polaroid of that? Thanks for the friend request and the entertaining blog :-) I'll have to send you a pic of my freakin' bombshell sister wearing "hot" granny clothes in the JCPenney's dressing room, hahaha, your adventure reminds me of that!
yeah thats true, but one thing i like of holland is the freedom, you really can be yourself and say what you are thinking and stuff. Oh okay, i always thought it was a bit to much, that highschool thing. a bit overdone. Homeschool isn´t that boring? byebye! xx
why fabulous?? it is boring, it is always to cold, but not cold enough. So there no snow only rain rain, and always stormy. BAH. oh okay in holland is highschool a bit different i guess. We got no cheerleaders and Football boys and Mean girls and that kind of stuff.. (yes i believe that kind of movies) are there true exually i always want to know that ;p xx
o than im so relieved that im living in a city half our from amsterdam (yes im from holland) Wish you luck with your silly paper and your classes ;p i'm still on highschool and i just don't like it. But i guess i have to enjoy this moments so im trying to make it a good time, how i will never forget. x
Thanks for the friend request and the entertaining blog :-)
I'll have to send you a pic of my freakin' bombshell sister wearing "hot" granny clothes in the JCPenney's dressing room, hahaha, your adventure reminds me of that!