in a heartbeat

i've been neglecting this poor place.
a week! that's unacceptable.
i'm sorry blog. apologies.

today is the first day of fall, but it does not feel like it.
part of me was wishing i would see crunchy leaves and warm coats; however my dreams were crushed.
still hot. still sunny.
i should be emailing my women's culture instructor. I CAN'T BE BOTHERED with that when i'm trying to summon fall to come home to me.

simmmmah down nawwwwww

i just tried to use lotion as hair gel. i can't leave it flat. lotion adds a little kick to it, but i guess the big hair will have to wait.

i'm sitting in my office at 12:30p staring at an open can of diet dr. pepper. half day dreaming about frozen spaghetti and coffee. i keep telling myself that there are only 4 hours left. i'm half way through....blahhh.
BUT it isn't over then. i must trek to the bank to see hot teller man. i am pretty sure if he was english i would jump over the counter like a lion. i wouldn't be taking any money...just ripping clothes.

ANYWAY, my calendar tells me (yes, it talks to me when i want it to) that next tuesday is the FIRST DAY OF FALL. YES! layering galore.

9.2.09 mix

1: music is my hot, hot sex- css
2: black magic - magic wands
3: hard times - patrick wolf
4: hounds of love - the futureheads
5: heartbeats - the knife
6: sticks 'n' stones - jamie t
7: the reeling - passion pit
8: back to the start - lily allen
9: crystalised - the xx
10: a thing for me - metronomy
11: fonz - eugene mcguinness
12: first love - the maccabees
13: ion square - bloc party

oh i've never

i've never tagged a bathroom stall with hearts or with a name. i prefer clues. this summer is never ending. or has it ended? i keep forgetting that september has crept in. i've never scribbled i love you on a bathroom mirror. i want to dress up tonight. where to go? what to do?

all hands on deck!

an afternoon at sea by monthone featuring Vans shoes

random from today:::::

i slept my day away. i woke up with a bruise on my side. there is a burn on my right index finger. the same songs played at starbucks tonight. i wore my boats shirt. i bought the wrong fit of jeans. i used resolve to clean the bright blue carpet. i drunkenly proposed marriage. had a crunchwrap thingie for the first time. i drove the speed limit. i didn't wear socks. i saw a cute boy in a purple stripe zipup. i am obsessed with travis' cover of baby one more time. mcdonalds drive thru people laughed at me.

little adventures

last night after meeting up for late coffee, i made the journey to housesitting # 1. 40 minutes isn't too bad of a drive NORMALLY, yet it was raining like crazy and the scenery is just plain eerie!
didn't sleep well. currently, i am at housesitting # 2. thumbs up for only being less than 5 minutes from my house! the fridge is stocked with tasty tasty beer.
i don't know how long that will last. is 10:30 too early? yeah, that's what i was thinking.
here's to mini vacations and long weekends!

like oh my gosh this stuff is totally hot and whatever:

1: TOPSHOP check mini skirt
2: KITSON rock star women's grey biker jean
3: Be & d harness booties
4: TOPSHOP speckle print jersey top
5: Marc by Marc Jacobs little plaid tee

first the worst...second the best...

I don’t know what a real blog entry looks like. I hope it doesn’t have Frankenstein bangs. That would scare me just a bit too much. It’s not a chore typing this up, but I never know WHAT to say.

My car still has an odd rough idle. I promise you some guy in the next lane of traffic was laughing hysterically at me. I don’t know if it was my music choice or the constant body shaking, but I had to give him a thumbs up.

I keep having romantic comedy dreams. I find myself in romantically crazy dream situations, and I do the movie thing. Who ever does the movie thing? I need to find this gentleman and propose. Propose what? We could draft up a love constitution in which I am totally dressing up as colonial times. Lately, I’ve been a little nervous. It just seems like everyone I know is getting engaged, married, or having children.
It’s strange. Or maybe I just think it’s strange? Maybe it’s really not. It could be the universe’s hint to tell me to get on with life and do what I need to do in order to be happy.
Shit just got real.

Gonna start climbing this invisible rope ladder with a knife in mouth. I deserve everything I desire.

upcoming shows: to which i will end up going solo.

1: arctic monkeys 9/18/09 @ Wonder Ballroom
2: the xx 11/25/09 @ Doug Fir
3: the horrors 10/5/09 @ Doug Fir
4: metronomy 10/11/09 @ Holocene
5: esser 10/2/09 @ Holocene

just found a bunch of cute clothes at indiesin. yummmm.

indiesin has some good stuff. a little shocked.
i really need to learn how to make my own garments.
i'm on it.

last clothes obsession for tonight:

haven't been to urban outfitters in ages, but
i might just have to check this out.

i also want this too:

slowly becoming more obsessed with this piece.
another reason to visit manchester.
me&yu is sassy. loves.

i want this right now:

perfection.
hearts for alexander mcqueen.

17 again (not the movie)

ugh. currently in a food coma.
damn you broccoli cheese soup!
tuesday! what can i say?
another boring day. i'm slowly turning into a hermitess.
(is that even a word?) it sounds much more elegant.
i'm going to use it from now on. thank you very much.

today is my sister's 17th birthday. i immediately feel ANCIENT.
(did i spell that right? spelling rules escape me)
i remember 17 too well. what a silly one.
trouble! trouble! trouble!
(i'm still a bit of mischief, but not quite that bad..)

you know what? i keep waiting for something to happen.
day after day, week after week... i go through the motions waiting
for a great something to happen to change my life.
i still catch myself thinking i'm living in a secret movie.
i still feel like everyone is looking at me.
extraordinary things are up to me. i need to give fate a little bump.

17 was less complicated more 90210. everything SEEMED like a life-death
situation. didn't i know? no. i still don't know.