Running Through The Land of the Lost

10:00 AM EST
shit! where the hell is my wallet!

10:15 AM EST
I had it on my desk, I had it in my bag, I took it with me to a few places, I live in New York City. These are not helpful clues!

10:20 AM EST
My room is upside down. Still no wallet. Let me think about something else.

11:00 AM EST
I am organizing my laundry. This is good. But where the hell is my wallet?

11:15 AM EST
Shit. Do I have to cancel everything now? What if I find it in 2 days under a bag of garbage? That would be inconvenient.

12:20 AM EST
... I should blog about this. Maybe someone out there has seen my wallet and will read this frenzy and feel bad for me! maybe they could send my wallet on a string attached to the foot of a dove that will fly magically to my ledge and with a coo, present me with my wallet!

12:20:05 AM EST
Or maybe I will have to cancel everything.

Listen To Me Carefully.

These should never make an appearance in your closet. They should be banned from every closet in general, but especially your closet.Overalls never look good. They are not a legitimate fashion statement. They belong on this girl in the early 90s, and then never again, okay? Never again. Never. Never! NEVER!!!!

Hizzy Bizzy, John!

"Jack be quiet, Jack be still. Jack be in the mood to kill!"

Sixty-nine fun-filled years ago, John Joseph Nicholson burst forth from his mother's loins. He would go on to fascinate generations with his creepiness, and father 4 kids by 4 different women. Some 50 years after that monumentous event, I, in a similar vein, fought my way through the womb. And well, you can guess what happened next.

OMFG

I want to stick this dog in my pocket and baby him and pet him and feed him little snacks and get him all fat and round and cute. He's such a cute little thing, I just want to eat up his fuzzy little puppy body!


and while we're on the subject of things that are fucking cute-

let me take this time to say, holy shit. these pictures make want to squeeze little kids in bearsuits and fuzzy puppies for the rest of my life. No way school work can compete with that!

Wolf Parade

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Originally uploaded by Crackers United.

I saw Wolf Parade on Monday night.

Holy Fuck opened and they were great. Beans came on and did about 30 sec of freestyling before he got pissed because of the microphone (it was pretty shitty) and left. They're from Toronto, a lovely city really, and are the kind of band that dances to their own music. It was fun. One of the guys in the middle was also playing some negatives?... at least that's what it looked like.

Bensard Lakes (the second opener) couldn't make it over the border, so the French Kicks came instead. It was a surprise to basically everyone and judging by the response, I'd say that Wolf Parade and French Kicks fans don't mix so well. They reminded me of the Walkmen except... better. The music was hard to dance to.

Then came Wolf Parade. They played basically every song they have and even a few new ones. I have to disagree with some others that say they only have two good songs. If I can dance to it and it doesn't make me want to shred my brains, I think it's good enough. And I like Wolf Parade! Anyway, they came on stage and a few songs in, the drummer broke the high hat. They shredded through everything. Drum sticks, maracas, tambourines. Everything was broken. Spencer sweats. A LOT. I finally get the meaning of Angus' line in the great movie, Angus, "I don't sweat, I rain." Spencer rains.

In the end the band disappeared for a while and the Webster Hall workers wouldn't give away as much as a shred of drum stick. Alas, I have nothing to show you from that sweaty night. This guy, however, has some cool pictures. As does the rest of flickr.


I have so much work to do, it's not even worth laughing about. And I'm 20 next week!

Summer In The City

Currently my summer housing involves gracing back alleyways and underpasses in between work and class hours, but really I only need to find 7 other people willing to live here.


It looks big enough to be a nice college residence (at least in the Dickens-like orphanage style I'd imagine would have to be the case with 10 people residing) which is good because that's the only way I'd ever be able to afford it.

Columbia Community Outreach

I just got back from painting a ridiculously nice apartment in a high rise by the river. It's close to Times Square and a couple of years ago Oprah renovated it. My group got paint all over the other walls and the floor (and the carpet), but you know it was for a good cause.

So, the way they get Columbia Students to do these nice things? Well, they gave us free transporation and three free meals, including drinks. We also got free t-shirts and we were all entered in a raffle to win an ipod nano. At the end, the coordinators had so much food they gave it all away, and my friends made off with a month's supply of Snapples and a week's worth of pizza. Or as I like to call it in college terms, dinner for tonight and breakfast for tomorrow. I'm sure only about 10% of it will survive long enough to see the break of day.

My friend also won the ipod nano, which I'm sure he has subsequently dropped, bless his heart.

toothpaste for dinner

a knock knock for the books.

I Should Have Been On Drugs!

Saw the Flaming Lips last night. I had to go through quite a bit to get the tickets, but it most definitely paid off. Wayne is possibly the most awesome person ever. The drummer promised me a set list which he didn't deliver, but Neal got a drumstick so all's well that ends well. Last night the world began again! Last night my life changed and I said, FUCK YEAH!

The Flaming Lips make the world a better place.










a few of my blurry pictures
some other peoples fun