loulouhex

autumn

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 06:38:11 GMT

it's raining and i wish it was not so cold so i could open the window to go to sleep listening to the shimmering whirr of the rain.

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 05:22:34 GMT

oy! where do i start.
no really where do i start. again.
i miss being here and so am going to attempt to hang around more.
the new year.
new years!

new years ended up being the best thing ever. pj & melissa's for a while. [hi!] it was nice to see friends and stuff. everyone was playing wii, which i find tiresome, but it was still superfantastische to hang out with everyone. and their place i so midcenturyi classy. [hi!] around 10:30, i went to Mercy! at cous cous. Mercy! is a soul music dance party-what i call the contemporary interpretation of northern soul. cous cous is a moraccan/lebanese/mediterranean themed joint with lots of red and warm tones. pics on my flickr-same name as this journal. the vibe was perfect. they handed out free champagne, hats and noisemakers. everyone was friendly, fraternal, and chill. it was a douchebag-free zone. hugs abounded. a floor full of people who could dance well in a group formation...as opposed to the asshole with the cigarette on the dance floor who butts into the flow of everyone else.

i'm practicing dating. because it's not like i'm looking to get married now or anything; but i don't really want to be single forever. when i'm 50, i want to travel with that special someone. but in the meantime, i want to actually date instead of harbouring a million crushes. human contact, gettin' some, learning how to be play well with others. i mean, this is what people do isn't it?

lou is repsonding extremely well to fluid therapy. he is in chronic kidney failure. fluid therapy involes a subcutaneous injection in his scruff. he doesn't like it. natch. it takes two people-one to hold the growling, angry cat and one to inject. he refuses to eat the prescription food, so i hope the positive progression is not an illusion. i love him so much, and i know he IS a 14 year old cat, but i want him to live forever. kitteh.

it's 12:00am and i am only allowed to stay on here like 15 more minutes as bedtime is go.

brandy

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 05:40:03 GMT

must have been a full moon. god the full moon makes me feel wacky. hyperproductive. but maybe that's 2 days off in a row.
but it's like shit will be crazy, i'll look up and yes, the moon is full. so there you go.

fort awesome

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 03:54:45 GMT

i bailed from best friends day. i spent the day at the coffee shop, the thrift store and errand running. all of these were productive and relaxing in some way. i got food in the house. i got a bunch of pictures edited and uploaded at the coffee shop. not to mention accomplishing some major sit-down-chill-out time. productive except for the department store who had:

25 pairs of white marathon ankle socks
not one pair of black marathon ankle socks

the thrift store delivered to me for $1.98, an amazing sweater that i used to own and had shrunk via dance party: a wool sweater made soaking wet by sweat and agitated by non-stop dancing has the same effect as washing it in hot water in a machine. a few years ago, i bought this sweater. actually bought it. from a store, not a yard sale or thrift store. or dumpster. it was rainbow and tan horizontal stripes on a classic crew neck with tan ribbing at the neck, cuffs and waistband. oh, the gap, why are your sweaters so cute. well, i now own it again.

i managed to NOT buy anything at ulta or old navy including:

mini lipgloss that clips to your phone
banana shower gel
chocolate shampoo
chocolate face mask
bourjois waterproof mascara that i tried on and with my shower this evening learned it was very much non waterproof. fuck that.
super duper long lasting, super soft urban decay black eyeliner. i want this. it was a bitch to get off. which is the point.
cute boobalicious black dress at old navy. it was still full price and it's been there all summer. ergo, imma nae buyin it for that.
pouf skirt that there was no black in my size
sparkley bright blue hoodie. size XL too small, size XXL too big.

this week's awesome:

TIM BEATING MY BIKE DOWN. FUCK, YES.
neon grape nail enamel
clyde 1 internet radio
2 for 1 omega-3 at walgreens
ginger kombucha
getting 75 cents more per hour
trader joe's opening soon and they carry the flourless bread for cheap...charles shaw, cheap vitamins, etc...
deep fried garbanzo beans with cumin
deep fried tofu with cumin
not going to best friend day. it's awesome, but i don't have it in me and didn't wannae feel miserable about not going.
lou. always. sweet, cute, personable, affectionate, calming, playful, mini-tiger. kitteh.
my dad's collage cards
the baby i'm writing this on
realizing how much more in shape i am than last year at this time
selling a painting
art show at 821(825) in february
touching a picasso painting with my own hands
x-files movie
getting to see my friends a lot
having 2 days off in a row
having veg in the house
peach season
tomato season
the term "fish bitch"
all this music

the break

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 04:32:50 GMT

hate hate hate

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 17:28:34 GMT

i'm not sure i can detail my constant annoyance this week.this is everything that makes me want to rage. i know this is pretty unproductive, but dang it feels good. just call me ms. agreeable.

    * smoking
    * drunk drivers
    * overly drunk bicyclists
    * working 7 days a week to barely a break even.
    * people who think it's cool to do coke.
    * vegans who are jerks about it. remember somebody suffered to pick your vegetables too.
    * bluegrass. shut the fuck up.
    * ani di franco. shut the fuck up.
    * 19 year olds. not all of you, but a lot of you need to shut the fuck up.
    * 22 year olds. not all of you, but a lot of you need to shut the fuck up.
    * 80 nights. shut the fuck up.
    * dj krames. respect, but still, shut the fuck up.
    * loud children. shut the fuck up.
    * fat wreck. shut the fuck up.
    * epitaph. shut the fuck up.
    * lookout. shut the fuck up.
    * bad christians. shut the fuck up.
    * bad religious nuts of any kind. shut the fuck up.
    * modest mouse. shut the fuck up.
    * rockabilly because it's just an excuse for racist jerks to be racist jerks. shut the fuck up.
    * not getting paid more than minimum wage as of july 24th. fuck that shit.
    * the heat as in the miserable weather
    * tattoo gluttony! tattoos are fine, but seriously people. i know for some of you, it's your jam and that's cool. but there are so many of you. so! many! tattoos!
    * cartoon punk rock. wow, you're reallllly punk-really individual...just the rest of your friends.
    *traveling punks. seriously. you wanna drop out? but you want me to buy you food? ok, you ran out of money. guess what so did every other kid who went out. way to stick it to the man. hey guess what i wanna travel too. but i can't afford it, and obviously neither can you. maybe if you hadn't spent all your money on tattoos and piercings. and why do you always have dogs? if you love the dog maybe you should give it a good home.
    * the lack of hip 33 year olds in richmond
    * pleated khakis
    * white sneakers including my own
    * high waisted skirts
    * high waisted shorts
    * being shackled to the east coast.
    * $4 gas without public transportation
    * americana. fuck you americana. you claim the whole continent for your own? hip-hop is pretty much one of the most american forms of music i can think of, so take your possum and your banjo and shove it.
    * clothing with sunglass prints
    * swollen knuckles
    * planar fascitis
    * that housecleaning doesn't last. dishes spawn. dust multiplies
    * unbathed dogs who feed the need to get all up on me

Eat This

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 06:31:06 GMT

1 ripe or overripe mango
1 frozen ripe or overripe banana
half a cucumber
1 cup unsweetened soy milk
juice of half a lime
about a cup of ice cubes

put all this in the blender and push the destroy button.

OMFG THIS IS THE BEST. SMOOTHIE. EVER.

the super sweetness of the banana and the mango are tempered by the tartness and sharpness of the lime juice and the freshness of the cucumber. with the cucumber, you don't taste cucumber, only freshness. you have to use fresh lime and personally, i think sweetened soymilk would be gross in this, but if that's how you roll you can live on the edge and try it.

nom nom nom.

brain not having turned to mush

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 06:20:45 GMT

I wrote a review of the Swell Season Show in Richmond at Toad's Place.
My friend and me wrote a review of the Mermaid Skeletons show in Richmond at the Edgar Allen "Moody Goth Kid" Poe Museum.
My friend who is my friend's boyfriend took amazing pics of these shows and some of those are here.

The Swell Season

The Swell Season, Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, brought more to their show than just a recital of their soundtrack. Hopefully all the people who came to see the Academy Award winners fell in love with the entire set of songs. I know I did, and I was already psyched to see not only the music from the film Once, but also, the singer for the Frames. I’ve been a fan of the Frames since about 2002. They are a band I never thought I’d be able to see live.

The show began with Hansard by himself on stage with plain lighting and no amplification; just him and his holey guitar-filling the entire space. A little bit more into the set, Irglova sang All the Way Down from Hansard's contribution to “The Cake Sale” project.

The show was sold out. At times, the audience was rude and loud; such as using the hushed part of songs to shout to their friends about movies and beer. They were, however, mesmerized for these early quiet songs.

They played a very long time. There was a Pixies cover and a Van Morrison cover, “Into the Mystic.” The horn section at the end of “Into The Mystic” was not played by horns but instead sung by Irglova and Hansard. Their fiddle player, Colm Mac An Iomaire even played one of his solo pieces.

I was close enough to the front to see the incense at the side of the stage and the Persian rug underneath the grand piano. The backing band was the Frames and they even played a Frames song, “God Bless Mom”, during which Marketa Irglova, who was feeling under the weather, stepped offstage for a few minutes of recuperation. Despite illness, her vocals throughout the show still sounded amazing.

These songs they've written together that are a joy on CD are heartbreakingly beautiful and transcendent live. Their award winner, “Falling Slowly”, brought the entire audience singing like a choir. Dag.

Mermaid Skeletons

On Saturday night we were welcomed into the Enchanted Garden at the Poe Museum for the CD release show of local Richmond auteurs the Mermaid Skeletons. They were joined by Zac Hyrciak and the Jungle Beats and David Schultz and the Skyline.

Loulouhex's awesome rock chick friend: MissLoulouhex showed up late so she missed Zac. My boyfriend remarked that he sounded like Sondre Lerche and I wouldn’t disagree. Unfortunately the sound system was not yet set up for his performance so some of it was drowned out by the crowd. But overall, the music was pleasant, the harmonies were lovely and Zac probably listens to the same music as his older brother Josh from Mermaids.

The Young Sinclairs were also supposed to play, but had some car trouble, so they were not able to make it. I heard they were supposed to do a quieter set, which I was looking forward to. I had never seen David Schultz before, but his music reminds me of better Gold-era Ryan Adams. Curtis Patton’s melodic guitar parts were wonderfully surprising.

Loulouhex: Shockoe Bottom is not fit forhuman consumption on a Saturday night unless you’re looking for vomiting dudes and catcalls from said vomiting dudes. The Poe museum’s courtyard was a magical little oasis. The street lights lit up the trees above the walls as the leaves shimmied in the breeze. Very pretty, like the Mermaid Skeletons music. Mermaid Skeletons were lovely; but I’ve never seen them not be. Their songs start quietly and build to giddy layers of instruments and voices. Sarah Dyson, a member who doesn't live in Richmond, was in town for the show. Her vocals were a real treat.The opening song had multiple drummers situated in the alcoves behind the band - all that extra percussion brought a really special texture to the sound.

Loulouhex's awesome rock chick friend: I agree, I thought the setting was perfect, especially for the music. I’m not really a fan of giant tents and view-obstructing poles, but that’s a nitpicky little complaint. Every member of Mermaids performed well—I am always in awe of how tight their sets are, given the numerous instrument changes and the sheer number of people on stage. I was happy to be able to hear Anne Spraker’s organ so clearly; it usually gets crushed under the weight of horns, banjos and guitars. My favorite song, “An Affair With Education” sounded lush and gorgeous and it never fails to give me goose bumps.

Loulouhex: Luckily, I bought my ticket in advance as the performance was sold out by the time I got there after work. Unlike a lot of shows in Richmond, those who arrived on time and those who bought tickets in advance were rewarded with entry. There were a few fence jumpers and a few who snuck in the front and while it was packed, it was not unpleasant. There were a few rotten apples; a girl who not only didn’t turn off her phone ringer, but also answered the phone. There was a guy who said that this really wasn’t his jam; I wanted to ask him why is he here, talking through the quiet bits, when there were people who couldn’t get in? Overall though, most everyone was transfixed by the music.

Loulouhex's awesome rock chick friend: The Mermaid Skeletons EP, “Darlings” is now out on Triplestamp. It was wonderfully recorded by Allen Bergendahl and perfectly captures the band’s charming, beautiful music.

less pit of misery.

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 05:55:02 GMT

* i applied to consolidate my student loans. estimated payment per month is $5 on income dependent plan. i'll pay more as i don't want them to take 25 years to pay off (almost $20,000 currently...not including the ones my dad is paying and not including the possible future grad school insanity...international tuition at the glasgow school of art...cross fingers)
* i also spoke to as many different operators with wachovia until i got the answer i wanted: an application for financial hardship forbearance until september.
* i went to yoga, a walk and a treadmill cardio sessions so far this week and it's wednesday.
* a1c...& ultrasound: i don't have cancer, diabetes or any other nasties. i do have pcos which is basically fixable. and i am insulin sensitive/resistant which with exercise and healthy eating will not be a thing anymore. the buildup on the lining of my uterus was ok as i got my cycle and what the ultrasound showed was the buildup to that. yay for foxing me.
* i successfully took a half dose of xanax and it derailed a hummingbird style, days-long panic before it got bad without sending me to the moon. yay druqs
* i'm going home this weekend and my dad is helping with gas and my roomie is going to watch l.o.u. gas is $4 a gallon now - more like the rest of the world. but we have no appreciable public transportation. i can't get within 60 miles of my dad's on a bus, train or streetcar.

happy cat part 2

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 23:51:37 GMT

LOU-LOU caught and ate a MOUSE. the entire mouse. all of it. and he's still in wildebeast mode. he brought it to me. i was sitting in bed. he was so proud, mouse in mouth. i said good boy and promptly shut him and mouseie out of my room...lest i wake up with mouse jam smeared on me and a happy kitty snuggled up net to me with mouse breath. he howled. and howled and howled. so i let him in but kept the mouse in the hall. when we woke up this morning, he went in the hall and went - to - town. munch crunch munch...no more mouse! he was all high on mouse all day and now he's hellbent on eating MY turkey burger. he does seem to be settling for sunggling.

happy cat

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 05:05:57 GMT

lou-lou had RAW CHICKEN LIVER AND GIZZARD for his dinner tonight. he turned into a miniature sabretooth tiger for a few minutes. sooo cute! there's a wild beast hidden in the critter who sleeps on my pillow every night, his forehead nuzzled against mine.

lou got organs because i roasted a chicken tonight. it turned out amazing. amazing. but it was done too late. it's in the fridge.

instead i had:
a spinach salad with tomato, green pepper, lime juice and avocado.
bean sprouts sauteed with onion and mushroom.
two pieces of that new rad bread with mozzerella and tomato sauce. it's flourless bread. i have no idea how this physicaly occurs. it's that eziekiel bible bread. yes. i actually brought something into my house with the word bible on it. and didn't spontaneously combust. but this shit is TITE. it's all whole grains. and tastes and looks and acts like normal bread. no weirdness.

funplex!

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 23:53:35 GMT

got a shitty paycheck.
also got a stack of promos!
it's not a tenable situation, but at least i have new music. new b-52s, sharon jones, the kills, morrissey, paddy casey, moby. also franz ferdinand singles and a muse 7" that were getting chucked out of the promo shack. a stack of stuff i don't know too. maybe it's good? it's: jaymay, plants and animals, switches, counting crows [yes i have heard them, durr, but who knows what the album cuts sound like?], kaki king, matthew ryan, greg laswell, the presidents of the united states of america, destroyer. i've read a lot about a few of these. excited about kaki king - she's been talked about in the same circles as marnie stern. who is fucking rad.
we'll see what tomorrow's 2nd paycheck looks like.

dropped off app to ellwood's. cross fingers. pros = more pay, discount on natural food, profit sharing after 6 mos, insurance...cons = fucking bougie hippie bitch-ass customers, working in a store still, despite better pay it's still under $10/hr.

meh.

nature i mean EXTREME NATURE

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 04:38:40 GMT

sunday afternoon after laundry i was having a cup of coffee with some friends. decaf so as to avoid crackity. on the street, a HAWK totally swooped down and FUCKED UP a pigeon. it grabbed the pigeon and took it back to it's killing lair which was underneath the bumper of a parked jeep. it held the pigeon down, clawing, choking, picking at it. it did this for a few minutes. what a patient bird. we saw a couple walking up the street and when they were about a foot away the hawk shot outta there with the pigeon carcass in it's claws. the couple were startled. it went into somebody's back yard and emerged 15 minutes later, belly full of pigeon. someone is going to have shredded pigeon in their backyard. or at least feathers, who knows how much hawks eat.

och aye

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 04:51:23 GMT

i had been borrowing my roommate's airport card which she needed to reclaim so it's back to being shackled to the wall for me. the dialup is just as fast for most everything. except video isn't even an option. and flickr and image heavy pages are a bit grumpy. the thing that i miss is being able to work ANYWHERE the electric cord will reach that has a signal. which in this city is most everywhere. the couch! the coffeeshop!

maybe i can afford one soon because i'm working a TON-filling up my week with hours at the music warehouse when i'm not at the toystore. it's be nice if something more permanent materialized at the music warehouse. it's where the records sleep at night. :-) i'm not actually saying this because i don't want to jinx anything, but it might. i just have to not get too expectant or excited in case it doesn't. it certainly is nice all the promos and junx. free music liek what.

eating well is becoming easier.
breakfast: oats with unsweetened soymilk, granny smith apple.
then i went out for a cup of coffee. my first in 2 weeks. half caf was still too much caffeine.
no lunch. not good-must remember to eat all meals.
dinner: spinach and mushroom omelette. yum! [dammit how do you spell omelette? firefox tells me it's misspelled for every variation i try]

i'm gonna go now watch SNL and have either a banana-peanut butter soy milkshake aka heaven or a wee bit of ice cream. i'm still hungry because i didn't eat enough today, but i'm unsure what i should eat. maybe i'll live on the edge and have both.

i'm still kinda nervous abut food which is not cool. i know that once the whole eating healthy thing has taken hold that this will hopefully chill out.

breathe in breathe out. ahhh.

:-)

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Fri, 07 Mar 2008 06:33:24 GMT

ok.

i am fine.

i am not pre-diabetic. or diabetic. or any of that.

2 seperate doctors at a much more professional clinic checked me out and said that the measurements i displayed on the random test at the previous clinic were in no way indicative of anything other than just having eaten breakfast. which i had done.

i have [duh] raging anxiety that i need to get in check. and an allergic reation to farbic softener vs. a yeast infection. and maybe [probably] pcos. they took blood. to do actual tests. and actual lab work. and i have an appointment on next thursday to get my stuff checked out. and the medcine is almost completely out of my system.

i go to a free clinic for counseling. which is awesome for counseling. but they are never getting near my body again. three times, they have given me medication that has either not worked or has fucked me up. there's another free clinic. this is the one i went to this time. they were not dismissive about my concerns.

i am however eating healthier and excercising. i will lose weight starting last tuesday. my dad reminded me constantly this week that i am generally healthy. if i get the weight under control, then i will, hopefully, take care of a lot ofpossible health nasties.

it's a good fucking thing i recognized that the medicine was fucking me up, and that i had enough internets to find gaping holes in the first suggestion.

arrrrgh.

everything is going to be fine. cross fingers.

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Tue, 26 Feb 2008 22:33:47 GMT

i'm eating no refined sugar, which i had basically cut out before. no processed anything. and for a while, no carbs or alcohol at all. nooooooooooooo! the ice cream in the freezer is up for grabs. no pasta, no bread. what will i eat? last night i made a 'tortilla' of 2 eggs and filled it with cabbage and some cheese.

i might make a list of what i can eat now. i hope i can eat more later. i have to be super restrictive now if i want to be awesome later. i hope.

i feel like physical, mental and financial health are all in crisis mode right now. at at the same time.

there's no genetic history of diabetes in my family, that i know of. this is really freaking me out, so i'm trying to beat it down and drop 30 lbs in the next 6 months. tall order.

i'm scared that i will be full blown diabetic. terrified. losing limbs! going blind! all the rest! the nerve damage in my toe and soreness in my ankle from where i busted my ankle freaks me out even more now.

as soon as my ipod syncs i'm going for a walk. must find a pair of non-white ear bud earphones. maybe i'll just take a sharpie to them. haha at the warehouse on monday, i shrink-wrapped my ipod! the wheel works through the plastic and i poked holes for the dock and earphone jack.

dammit.

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 05:37:33 GMT

i was on the phone with one of my good friends.

she was helping get me back to reality, likening trying to come back down to earth like an alcoholic is addicted to drinking. i realised i am addicted to being sad. like if i'm sad enough, my mother will come back. like if i'm not sad anymore that means she's really gone.

i'm:
*$115 behind in rent. that's for this month. next month...
*i owe the electric company $400, but we are good terms and there's no cut-off notice. yet.
*possibly pre-diabetic. my blood sugar was at 136 an hour and a half after eating my morning oatmeal and soymilk. not cool.

this stops tonight. tomorrow: i start new.

i need to fix mental health, physical health and financial health & job situation.

if u r in rva, free carbs. i have some spaghetti, white flour and bread u can have. i am broke, but not dead. or diabetic yet. this is a chance to reverse gross neglect to my body.

terri and me agreed on a list for tomorrow:
*get up early and get with the fan free about counseling there because twice a week is nessecary. i need resources.
*i already know what paperwork i need to bring to the ymca to get a gym membership at reduced or no fees. i have to copy these things and then go apply.
*go to mojos and try to get that job.
*get my tire put on.

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 06:36:16 GMT

i was talking to beth. she noted that it's not that out of the ordinary to stay in as i did last night. she said in regards to ipanema, "that's a commitment". i hadn't thought of it like that, but yeah. it really is.

oooh i mopped my entire apartment tonight. hhhot. it's so clean! and not dusty! yes, this is what amuses me.

i also managed to do laundry. and whilst the wash cycle was in, i cleaned out my car. 6 or 7 grocery bags full of banana peels, coffee cups, detritus chucked. a substanial volume of newspapers, chucked. i found: a large bread knife, 5 metal forks, a rubbermaid container, a travel mug, my mobile phone car charger, fabric softener sheets and the thingy that plugs into the cigarette lighter to power yon discman. w00t indeed.

annoyed = waiting for the w-2 from the passive aggressive idiot-jerk from the ebay job. just send it godammit. i want to do my taxes NOW. i was hoping to spend my refund on optimo/nyc, but i think my refund will go towards bills. we'll see.

i want to put little pictures of brie, cds, my apartment roof, airplane tickets and tokidoki lesportsac bags on my fingernails to remind me why i need to put on a stupid outfit and work somewhere i hate until i can work somewhere i don't hate.

omgz0r facebook! it kinda hates my computer, but srsly you guys. srsly.

hmmph

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 06:33:02 GMT

i love the soul and the funk. soul music makes everything ok. and tonight; given the choice to retain my straight hair or go to ipanema for soul music, i stayed in.

it hurts my soul. staying in for soul music. less funk. more funk.:-(. but honestly, keeping even right now is more important. i just don't want the added baggage of smoky bar detox.

i mean my hair never looks good. but i used my roomie's fancy chi flatiron and right now my hair looks good. i mean like japanese hipster good. going to soul power means sweat and smoke. my hair would smell filthy and in that humidity shrink up like george costanza in the shrinkage episode. really; i'm not that obsessed with my hair; but i am so bummed out about my appearance after being sick as fuck for weeks and having good hair is a real spirit lifter. stupid outfit + good hair = acceptable.

tomorrow i will do a load of laundry. i even got laundry soap. ooooh ahhhh.

and i made masel a bargain for tomorrow. if i get up with my alarm in a timely manner, i am allowed to buy a new york times.if not then it's online reading for me. damn refresh rate.

i'm well but still have fading congestion. maybe after my lungs are back to their fighting form and i've got energy back i can fuck shit up. i feel like i used up all my energy for today. i deliverd my paintings by foot this afternoon as there was giant screw in my now flat car tire. i also changed my tire. which is always fun using a hand wratchet to take off lugnuts installed pneumatically. then it was off to the fantastic thrift on a mission of leggings. no leggings to be had however there was the rainbow pastel houndstooth scarf i had wanted forever from target that i was too broke to buy before it was sold out. afterwards i hightailed it to target, because i wanted to play breakfast at tiffanys and look at leggings. and buy cheese. i bought cheese and the other groceries. however all the leggings are bootcut. and sized on the american apparel school of anorexic pre-teen sizing. fuck that. leggings as tights are da bomb as they are so stretchy they go inside your shoes and are totally opaque so you don't have to worry about sitting like a lady. the size xl leggings i got from kmart forever ago just shredded as i put them on on thursday. so sad.

now that i write this down, it make sense, that yes, i'm probably tired. loulouhex's big day out. heh.

off to chase this merlot with a sleeping pill. it's naturopathic, don't worry.

jack mackerel

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 03:20:04 GMT

i got lou a can of mackerel. he was the MOST STOKED CAT EVAR. he drank the fish water first and then went onto the big hunks of nasty fish.this can should last a week as an addition to his friskies.that is if it doesn't turn. rotten mackerel sounds like the most repulsive thing ever.

got a ton of drawings [mostly] done today. and some painting work. it'll have to be done by thursday. oops i mean it'll have to be done by wednesday and hung on thursday. yay art. i must remember to make a nice card to bring around and a nice legend so that people can know they can definitely give me cash money in exchange for art.

oooh girl. jay and the other two are playing new orleans funk at ipanema saturday all night.

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Mon, 28 Jan 2008 04:26:05 GMT

i am alive. it is very exciting. i can breathe again. and i'm off codeine which is nice. less floating in space, more recreational stash.

it's a bummer. a friend [hi! yr on here] invited me to dj a thing for the bike helmet benefit. 4 hours all to myself! but. it's at the newyorkdeli which is one of the smokier places in town. i ~~think~~ know if i were there for 4 hours i would get sick all over again. so i had to say no. which suxXx0r. i just want to be able to go out and not get sick.insert rant about how i'm just shocked about how can anyone still smoke? i mean really. blah blah blah it's addictive. whatevs. next time i come across some self righteous vegan [as opposed to a reasonable person who happens to be vegan] who smokes, imma smack someone. there are asthmatics who smoke ferfuckssakes! ayfs?!

wrarrrr.

two thousand hate anyone?

i'm trying to start my campaign of only going out to non-smoking places. so far i've thought of crossroads, ipanema before 10, cafe gutenberg, the camel, bin22 inside, dance nights at toad's place...i think i can go to empire if i leave by the time it gets crowded. it shouldn't make me sick, but it does so what can i do. now that my ankle's healed, i can use my bicycle again and maybe with some lung strengthening i can deal.

kimya dawson was nice except for the 2000 12 year olds with stupid outfits. (honestly did you think you looked good when you left your mom's house?) i like her voice but i feel she gets caught up in sounding overly articulated and folksy. but hey that's what she does. i think of it as the ani difranco and my opinion of ani difranco is she needs to shut the fuck up. i like kimya's flow, the songs move nicely. i think the open qualities, straightforwardness and sparseness of the songs save them from anidifranco territory.

after the wee instore, i went with my roomate as she said "i want to go out to dinner. come with me and i'll pay" well ok. no arguments here. we ended up at akida. sashimi was a welcome surprise. i came home and breathed in lou's face. heh heh. imma get him a big can of stinky mackerel. it's like cat-druqs; he gets high off the fish.

the swap was rad. about 10 folks came over and we all fit into my living room including barbara and myself. friends who didn't know each other talked and met. we ate. there was a nice balance of sweets and actual food. ravioli with pine nuts. homade hummus. edamame. veggies. plus there's leftovers! woo. hoo. mulled cider and cabernet and water. no rip roaring drunkeness.

i comandeered:
some rad papaya body shop crap
bigelow rose cold cream
shi eau de toilette
various shiny makeup things
a green on green benday dot pattern silk scarf
a neat red ikea cd rack
an olive green t-shirt with neat woodsy psychedelic drawing stuff on the front
button badges made from japanese stationary
a belikejonnyz button from jameson. j♥z
hazelnut cookies
b-52's first album on vinyl
pete fowler's monsterism deadwood vinyl toy
black sequined 60's style bag with ball snaps
paperblanks yogini journal
a friend's old band's cd
hard candy glitter mascara to be used on eyebrows
elastic belt like i had in 1983

i also got a shit ton of crap GONE from my posession which was the best thing of all.

barbara helped me bring the remenants to diversity thrift today and i showed her around the town a little. there's yer thrift store, there's yer launrdomat.dropped her off and lived on the edge. ;-). went and got a nyt sunday and chilled out in the coffee shop a bit. jason came in which was rad as i have not seen him since he moved away. he's in ny now and has been studying at a plant based culinary school and wants to go into being like a nutrition therapy personal chef. dag. that boy. great to see him. a big hug and a bit of reconnection. well there you go.

dag. i need to go to sleep NOW.

chalk sponge aka kwitcherbitchin

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 08:23:12 GMT

so. upper respitory infection. awesome! uhhhhhhhh sike.

the dr. gave me ciproqwiukdsfnertrt [or whatever it's called] and tylenol 3. cipro is what they give you for anthrax and tylenol 3 is the stuff with codeine. woo hoo. the rainbow harlequin walls at my job sure are fun with codeine. it's so rad to be back at work and off the couch. and my boogers are awesome, lots of blood, brown stuff and white stuff. no greens.big chunks in a viscous goo of varying opacity. i just want to know if the upper respitory area is filled with this stuff becasue if it is that's nuts-walking around with a stash of nasty boogers.

but both these druqs are apparently dehydrating as per the inserts on both of them. my insides feel like a sponge made of chalk. i can't drink enough water. i tend to drink a shit-ton of water anyway, but when i have to drink a shit-ton, i get all weirded out like some horrible disease has attacked my insides and being thirsty is a sign of said horrible disease. geez i need to chill. i'm taking crazy medicines and they turn me into chalk sponges.

but when the nurse weighed me, i have lost 20 lbs since the beginning of my "i'm gonna get my shit straight and switch up my lifestyle as i want to be healthy and weigh less and i don't want to be on a diet for the rest of my life" program. tight. i'm pretty much of the opinion that scales have no correlation to what's really going on with your body, but it's a nice general marker once in a while. i go by clothing fit and size.

and of course as it's cold, i mean COLD, the radiators are on, i mean ON. it's like 90ºF in my apartment. I sleep wth the bedroom window wide open. but geez, it's so dry. heh at least my hair looks good with zero moisture in the air.

i really need to get control of my lungs so i can: 1.go out, 2.bicycle, 3.swim, 4.dance nonstop for hours, 5.go to more polluted cities such as the nyc and not get sick. it has been noted by my godmother that i had a serious infection and hospitalisation at 1 day old because my [hippie] parents cut my umbilical cord with not sterile scissors and that my lungs have had issues since. that's all fine but what do i do. well shit. i'm starting with dust extermination in my apartment. i love love love my dustbuster. the name brand is called the scorpion. how metal.it has a wee flat nozzle that flips down and sucks up dust and detritus from in between floorboards! or as i did yesterday, the inside of my computer. it's so satisfying popping open the computer and cleaning all that dust out. how does it get in. and the cat hair!

and now for something for completely different.

omfg omfg omfg. playmobil makes a CRYSTAL PRISON. it's a jagged clearish cool-toned rock with a gold filigree door. shit is off the hook.

swappity is on saturday. i've already cleared out a bunch of cds, makeup, hair product, clothing i don't want, craft clothing i don't want, shoes, drafting rulers. gotta go through the studio, the records, my clothing still. i made cranberry brownies. amazing yet so simple. brownies with cranberries added. and dark chocolate fudge vegan cupcakes with creem cheez and lemon icing and blue and green sprinkles.

i have to:
~~go to bed~~
get a 2nd/other job
get real paid
but tim's car off him
oh wait i meant buy a mini cooper station wagon that comes out soon
renew my passport
be at optimo for their nyc or philadelphia dates this year
not miss so many bands during tour season this spring
get my DJing crap in order
get my etsy crap in order
get my fine arts crap in order
drop off the slides at ada
get off my ass
stop being chickenshit with people i would like to date
go hang out with my dad asap
mail those coats to my dad
rejoice when i get the virginia museum grant. cuz i'm totally getting it right. right?

tomorrow i have to:
~~clean for da party~~
~~finish going through stuff to see what else needs to go away~~
~~rest~~
~~rest~~
~~rest~~
~~be at plan 9 at 7 for kimya dawson instore~~
be at art opening at after that for free dinner. yeah i said it. free cheese bitches.
~~wash some clothes out in the sink. fuck a laundromat.~~

losing my indie-cred

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 06:54:59 GMT

dear coldplay, i love you. love, me

have i raved about Fix You? yeah. it's heartbreakingly beautiful. from the slow intimate opening to the swimming body to the soul-crushing-in-the-good-way harmonies and choral middle to end? oh! my! god!the words are so uplifting and comforting. it transcends being a m.o.r. chart pop song. not that this is a bad thing. but, the feelings you get from jeff buckley's version of hallelujah does not often hit the charts.repeat single. i've not even listened on the headphones yet.

i've been down with the coldplay since ~~they were jeff buckley~~ shiver in 1999. just sayin'.

p.s. chart botherer + chart menace = the best terms to use when meaning popular.

pressure drop

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 05:53:02 GMT

the barometer is doing my head in. it's around 15ºF degress outside. whereas the other day it was 35ºF. even 45ºF. which is almost warm. then SNAP; the cold and the wind are cold chillin in effect. literally. anyway, it's the pressure! it's crazy! i have the headache i should have had on january 1. stumbling around the harlequin check store trying to help customers. everytime the weather does this, my head does this. arrgh. grr.

canfield's. love and friends and sunshine. started the night off with scotch and soda. which does wonders the bronchials. really. [not sarcasm. you know how i roll. irony free since 2003.] gave charlotte her catnip filled mitten. sooooooooo cute! she looks like kitty from kiki's delivery service. glass of red. glass of vinho verde. 2nd glass of vinho verde. on to tessanddan's. and a house full of awesome people and friends. the thing happened where you actually talk to the people you see out all the time. rad. raspberry vodka and tonic made by drunk people. thus strong. oopsies. bluberry vodka and tonic. double fistin. managed to abuse texting via julia. hey grrrrrrl.w00t w00t fuck off 2007. on to two thousand hate! i mean two thousand eight. i'll miss getting to write 7s with the horizontal bar.at 12 i comandeered a bottle of champagne as did most of the party. an extended cheering. great.the party ended. back across the street to the calm party. talked with rad rad ladies whilst chillin in the back yard. was about to pass out and instead of that, walked home. and i didn't inted to drink that much. and i'm generally not a big drinker.whatevs.heh. tuesday was appropriately cloudy both in weather and brain. as it should be. after a day of partial productivity and partial bedrest, made it to da coffeeshop and caffienated. ran into tim and chris. no taco night as empire didnae open until later so with some texting the mini-posse moved to joe's where i gorged myself on a cheap yet amazing grilled cheese.

grill!

after the starch and cheese extraveganza, i cleaned out my closet. one duffle bag full, the duffle bag itself and three trash bags full of clothes to sybil and/or diversity. how often does a duffle bag fail to be engineered properly. i mean it's a nylon sack with straps. anyways, it has to go as it pisses me off. two actual trash bags of destroyed crap that no one can or should wear. and then therte' round 2 coming when i try on more stuff to see it needs to stay or go.and the bags. oy vey. you would think i would wear more than two outfits. but no.

the loose shutter button on my camera managed to fall off on nye. and what with the al-kie-hol, i didnae notice. i just figured out how to make a attatched and functional button. i made the camera useable with a cut off push pin. which funnily enough looks just like the button. but attatching the button makes it not work. but if i cut a circle of foam with a hole in the middle to allow the pin shaft to reach the shutter button on the inside, it can attatch to the camera body and the pushpin but it will allow the "button" to be depressed thus taking a picture. and it won't look too frankenstein. omg i am macgyver i'm fixing my digital camera with a pushpin, some superglue and a bit of a beer coozie.

just made pizza with avocado. mmmmm. at this point i hate eating becasue i know after friday i will have like no money. but i either eat the avocado i have or it turns. december is the month of having food. it's ok, because i'm gonna take care of shit. right? i have to sike myself out. i will be able to pay my shit on time and afford my omega 3s but if i can't i will stay off the roller coaster. i also made a cranberry roll with a third of the dough. cranberries. cream cheese. walnuts. butter. brown sugar. chopped up into chunky and seperate bits, rolled and baked. mmmmmm. and my head hurts less after eating something. meh. my roomate is apparently not gonna eat her fruit and told me to eat it. [omg wtf i live with a girl? i feel like a ftm inside a mtf body except i'm biofemale. but this a whole other story]

the bonus of the week was that when half-gallons of normal milk in plastic containers went off sale and was $2.59; half gallons of organic milk in paper cartons went on sale for $2.53. this is what excites me.

omg omg omg omg

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 07:25:00 GMT

http://www.optimo.co.uk/apocalypseoptimo.htm

i'm not sure if i could take it. but omg omg omg. RAD.

that is all.