halo hanging over my head, i hope you're never gonna fade out

some days i am like BURSTING WITH HAPPY and other days i'm just not.
today i took two of my six final exams. in ten (TEN TEN TEN) short days i will be D-O-N-E with this school year. guess who cannot wait? i came home from school today and swept the floor and washed the dishes and recorded a new voicemail message and even cracked a book for an exam i don't have for SEVEN more days! listen, i drank a red bull today and i think it made me a better person? i also decided its always better to take the time to make a nice outfit for yourself. something about a skirt swishing that can perk you up even on a rainy day (which is exactly what today was) today i was chipper! today i was like a small spot of sunshine skipping over puddles and holding my head up in the sky. i even didn't feel that guilty about eating two pieces of pizza! i'm not sure where this came from but writing this post specifically to lock this little light somewhere.

i also wanted to talk about my eventful/exhausting weekend. thursday (the day my weekend starts) was my first day on the booze in what felt like forever (whatever - don't say you wouldn't feel the same). i enjoyed white wine in the company of so many girl friends at a clothing exchange hosted by the lovely amber. i came away with some mega awesome stuff and a mega awesome hangover. friday i nursed my ills for the greater portion of the afternoon and then met up with stephanie for a date at our favorite karaoke spot: karaoke one 7. we sang for nearly 3 hours and killed everything. which do i think are our new bests?






(embedding is disabled for the actual music video for this song, but its pretty amazing, you can watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Vx2s2G88b0 )

i also closed the amazing session with the eagle's version of desperado. it was ill. don't worry. i actually videoed so many of our performances but due to some weird glitch when i was uploading all of the videos were lost. GASP! there is always a next time! then we headed to west times square for kaitlin's open studio, saw some peoples, ate some snacks, bought some hangers, headed home. had so much prepping to do for the hester street fair opening day on saturday where happy cuties made its manhattan debut. i have no pictures to prove this event took place, sorry, i was too busy making boku bucks. a thousand dollars. nbd. but seriously, it was awesome and exhausting and i still have so much crap despite making money so i am going to do it all over again on may 15th and i hope you can come by!

what else, you ask? well i am quite looking forward to going upstate immediately after i finish school. hopefully with a few friends in tow. or a bunch. or one. or whatever.

and now i am retiring to my chamber and drawing my blinds. stretching. reading some fitzgerald. remembering the good things that happened today. thinking about the good things that will happen tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

til next time...

slow dancing: anything i want

i apologize in advance:


If I was a month, I’d be September
If I was a day of the week, I’d be Sunday
If I was a time of day, I’d be dawn when you haven't slept yet.
If I was a planet, I’d be venus
If I was an animal of the sea, I’d be a sea otter



If I was a direction, I’d be due south
If I was a piece of furniture, I’d be a credenza
If I was a liquid, I’d be raspberry-lime seltzer
If I was a gemstone, I’d be aquamarine
If I was a tree, I’d be a maple



If I was a tool, I’d be a power drill
If I was a material, I’d be spandex
If I was a kind of weather, I’d be sunshine after the rain
If I was a musical instrument, I’d be a ragtime piano
If I was a color, I’d be spring green



If I was an emotion, I’d be vim
If I was a fruit, I’d be a peach
If I was a sound, I’d be harmony
If I was an element, I’d be neon
If I was an automobile, I’d be a baby blue 1968 ford f-250



If I was a food, I’d be sexy pizza
If I was a taste, I’d be savoryyyyy
If I was a scent, I’d be musk
If I was a place, I’d be home
If I was a flower, I’d be a lilac

be sweet as honey baby, don't be mean

i had a dream about jeff last night. HE WAS WEARING YELLOW EYESHADOW. where is my personal dream investigator? first he was playful and shy and then it just turned 7 shades of ugly. i was basically lucid dreaming at that point and willing something to keep happening for the sake of some resolution for myself. he was still dating the girl, which, i believe is the case, though i haven't done any internet "research" recently. nevermind, i just did some. definitely still going strong. they'll make a cute baby and i'll just stay home and cry.


okay! i've lost all my energy for this. i just thought about posting pictures and then realized i have nothing to show you because i am sitting on 16 rolls of film because i have no money to process them. just called manhattan color lab and they want 20 bucks a roll. not happening. not anytime soon, at least. so you'll have to be happy with this shitty post and no pictures because i've got strep throat, and i'm on antibiotics for 10 days which means my last free weekend before finals and flea market has to be spent sans booze. it means i have to postpone all my shitty okcupid dates because if you think i am going on an internet date with no alcohol you may as well think i love the country of canada. and i don't. so i won't.

after five days of laying in bed, i guess i finally got bored. i spent an hour last night researching mia farrow, and subsequently, her 15 children. now that was time well spent.

hey! life! everyone! god above! who wants to tell me when my time is coming? i'm doing my best to fill my days with fulfillment but its much harder than it seems. especially here, no green, no blue sky blue, no peepers, it currently smells like gasoline in my bed courtesy of either my upstairs or downstairs neighbor or maybe a broke-down truck outside. so i'm just waiting waiting for the day when my clouds part and those white streaks of pure sun come a'streaming out.

if that's my prayer book, lord, let us pray

you know like sometimes when you just don't feel like going to sleep and instead you want to stand around and sing paul simon in your party skirt?

i thought, graceland, being released in 1986, that a real live music video would exist for the ronstadt duet 'under african skies' but it DOES NOT and i am GUTTED. but let me tell you there are a sure damn lot of acoustic covers of the goddamn song and now i've lost a part of my life i can never get back. but i digress...

been really missing living alone in some trees recently. its turning into an ache. i'm stuck between the spokes of the decision wheel once again, my friends. should i move apartments or am i just a perpetual restless when i'm living here. i can't relax! i feel myself wound and winding and i can't cut loose! for instance, right now, as i'm blogging, i am certain there is a really fun party next door. why didn't i go check it out? i'm sort of getting into doldrums status over here. i guess this is where i publicly declare that almost every day of being without real true grass and trees feels like being medievally tortured.

i guess this marks the end of this blog. tomorrow is studying the histology of dentin, cementum, and pulp. on the roof. with one of those tin foil shields around my face to crisp me up good and brown. i might start writing a book. i'd really do anything to avoid studying so this actually might happen. and if it does, thank god the cover already exists:



i see you guys next time, okay?


p.s. happy birthday mama. i love you.