I was just in CVS and the zipper of my dress broke. It wasn't a surprise - I got the damn thing used at the punk rock flea market and it hasn't exactly been dependable. The problem was that the entire back of the dress was now open and I was out in public with grandmas buying their Bounty paper towels and dads pushing their babies around in strollers. I asked the pharmacy if they had a bathroom I could use and explained the situation. They looked at me blankly and told me no and pointed me in the direction of the Gap next door. I hate people sometimes. Like really really hate them. I want something embarassing to happen to them just so they come to me for help and I can just laugh and shrug and say "I DUNNO, TRY THE GAP."


This week was over-the-top busy with radio show recording and dinner making and potetial roommate meeting and goodbye party attending. And now it's about three days until I head to NC. Hunter's leaving in an hour. I have a list of things to accomplish before I leave. It's already 1pm. I want the weekend to be longer.

I stole a bunch of new music from H. Stuff I have heard a little of or none of or just didn't have on my ipod.

Amy Winehouse
John Vanderslice
The Rentals
Grand National
ELO
Helium
Mika
Rihanna
Sondre Lerche
The National
White Stripes


It's my day off and all, but I dont feel like doing much. I've been doing stuff all week, now I just want to lay around in my room and not talk to anyone. Maybe watch some Louis Theroux and secretly wish he was my friend.

Last night when I got home from work there was a line around the block for the flippin Iphone. I know this is slightly hypocritical because I have a Mac and an Ipod and blah blah blah, but why the f--- would you spend $500-$600 on a phone? And why is it so essential for you to spend that much money on a phone the FIRST DAY it is available? Is it bragging rights? I'm convinced it's shit like this that's the reason why everyone in the US is in debt. Don't tell me to watch the iphone commercials. Die die die.

BBQ at GS tomorrow. Must remember to bring Scrabble.

I lost my brain somewhere between here and Watertown. I'm guessing that must be it since I've managed to get on the wrong bus twice and miss my stop and end up in Cambridge all in the last week. My brain has been wrapped up in something entirely too distracting apparently. I finally finished Middlesex (I'm a lazy bones reader) and started What Is the What (which I couldn't resist shelling out for the incredibly designed hardback.) So maybe it's the reading. Or the Menomena. That was definitely it today.

This weekend was busy with The Trucks (incredible!), seeing La Vie en Rose (fantastic!) checking out the Lower Depths (excellent!) and going to the Londonberry Flea Market with Cat and Laurin (life-changing!) Here are some of my purchases:

Total purchases: 2 necklaces, one ring, 7 plates, one glass dish, one travel bag, one bust of JFK (for Hunter,) one ceramic owl, gold butterfly wall decorations, gold fan wall decorations, gold bracelet, one amazing swimsuit/onesie. I must go back. Soon and often.
Total spent= $23




(I am aware that the lower half of this onesie makes me look like a 60 year old mom. I'm cool with it)

Flip Flop

Every few years I like to imagine my life as a snowglobe and take it in my hands and shake it like crazy and see how everything falls.

Three years ago (as of June 17th!) it was my move to Boston. Now it's this new adventure where I'm timidly learning to sign my emails "Kind Regards" and say "FYI" and "per ______'s request." It's a fun little game right now and I feel like I'm winning. I can feel my brain starting to lurch forward. Ahhh.

I fly to NC in a week an a half. Eep!

Last weekend Hunter and I took the bus to NYC and found ourselves at the Dream Hotel with their fake bedroom window and blue lights.



We only really left once, to drink copius amounts of beer at Flag Day.







While fully intending to meet Nika at 11 after a brief 9pm nap, we didn't wake up until the next day. This is why beer should not be drank in the afternoon.

Note to self: When ordering a cheese sandwich, always order the "open-faced" option because otherwise you will end up with about a 1/2 pound of sliced cold muenster in huge rolls between two slices of bread.

Thursday night I went to the sold out National show (one of two) at the Middle East and was pleasantly surprised to have been given "all access" wristbands from the label. So we got to watch it from the side of the stage, which was awkward but AWESOME. We spent a good amount of time trying to decide if Matt Beringer was drinking straight whiskey from his beer cup (hopefully.) The show was great (but they didn't play Lit Up!).. and I stood there wondering what it must be like to go from respected and slightly well known band to all over the place band with 5 sold out shows in NYC. It must feel good. And slightly confusing.

I will try to blog more. Thank you.

Wake up at 7am. Shower. Get ready. Down egg on 10 grain toast. Iron shirt. Panick. Get dressed. Take 66. Wait for 70. Smell both the strong scent of garbage and of a blunt. Ask a mostly-toothless man for directions. Get there 30 mins early. Try not to have clammy hands (unsuccessful.) Say hello. Talk about yourself. Talk about them. Say hello twice more. More talking. Take shuttle to Harvard and red line to Park Street. Fill out forms. Chit Chat. Go into 4 stores looking for something they don't seem to have. Get some pizza. Go home. Change. Go to gym. Return movies (Venus- excellent, Fast Food Nation-meh.) Shower. Work for a few hours. Now what? It's 11pm and time for bed because tomorrow there is a phone call and laundry and more time at the gym and a four hour bus ride.

Ahhhhh.

I'm a bit selfish right now and relishing my alone time a bit more than I should. But it feels good. I'm feeling a lot more at peace than I have in the last few months. So I'll take my selfish time. Relax my brain a bit.

I have a feeling this will be great:


And I get to return to a city that I haven't been to in months and see some of the people I miss.

I wish I could install a hot tub in my bedroom.

My mom wants me to run a 5k with her when she visits next.

She also said she looked at my sxsw pictures and that I was making "funny faces" in them all. Oh mom, you should realize that free booze=funny faces. Alwayz.

I am only mentioning my mom to keep your interest Calley Sue.

My mom ran a half marathon today. I feel like a lazy pile compared to her. She's -- years old and is out there running around like a racehorse while I daintily read People magazine on the elliptical machine. Is it wrong to want to compete with my mother? ahaha. Jokes! I am proud of her. Every time I talk to her she's doing something else.. floating down the Yakima river, building something in the yard with rocks, cross country skiing, looking at X-rays of a lady with an axe in her head. What a gal.

I went to a lot of shows this weekend (well two) starting with The Long Blondes on Friday. They were enjoyable but not mind blowing. The lead singer danced around like I do when I'm alone in my bedroom playing Lead Singer In A Rock Band, except she didn't have to use a hairbrush as a microphone. They were sincere and fun and said Great Scott reminded them of some of the pubs they used to play in the UK, except "there's baseball on the telly."

Last night was The Veils, who were alright except for their lead singer being a nutjob and screwing up a song a few times and spending the remainder of the evening wrapped in blanket. The best part of the even was the Ed Mcmahon looking old man that was in the audience that seemed to know everyone. Hunter and I declared him Mayor of Great Scott and tried to figure out ways to meet/become friends with him. He was wearing wearing this white suit jacket and was just soooo cool. Aghhh. I'm being serious here.

I'm listening to the new Via Audio record. It is good. Oooo.

Brakes Brakes Brakes/Pela show on Thursday!

Flag Day is on Saturday. Hunter and I are rushing for the bus as soon as he gets off work on Friday and heading down to NYC and staying at an undisclosed location.

Look who I took a picture of like some jerkface tourist:

Dreams Do Come True

Guess who's playing the Middle East on August 11th? Oh yes yes yes yes they are. Now lets continue to look at Junior Senior climbing all over eachother like they just one first place in the celebration marathon.







HOW DO THEY JUMP SO HIGH?!?!?!

I just got called out as a bad blogger again. Dammit! I know that I've had endless time, but the fact that I've had time means that there's been nothing too crazy going on (therefore, uninteresting blogging.) But I will try to squeeze it out of me. I will try to twist myself like a rag and squeeze out any fun juice left inside.

Ew fun juice.

The last few days I've gone to the gym approximately 6 hours. I also made a roasted tomato and red pepper bisque from scratch (with dill havarti on roasted garlic buono fortuna bread grilled cheese sandwiches.) I did some laundry. I looked at craigslist approximately 780 times. Sounds dull, but it's been relaxing.

Last night I met with Peter and Alyssa about DJing their wedding. They're still trying to pick out their "first dance" song as well as come up with a wedding playlist that doesn't consist of cheesy ballads and YMCA. I had no idea there was such a thing as a "mother-son song" and a "cake cutting song," but there is. We decided that I could make bank if I advertised myself as a non-cheesy DJ. I mean, for every jerk out there that thinks that All My Life is romantic, there's probably at least half of a person that really wants to hear something from my collection. Hopefully at least.

Tonight I'm trying to see The Stills for free, and tomorrow there's Long Blondes and the day after The Veils.

The other day I frightened this guy in the dumpster while taking out the trash. Aren't squirrels supposed to wear hawaiian shirts and spent their time eating nuts or something? Get out of the garbage!



I put on lipstick today and for the first time didn't look like a whore. Maybe I'm maturing!

Oh and I miss Bellingham. I don't know why and I hope no one's disappointed in me. I guess I just have the urge to give up showering and run around jumping in lakes and drinking PBRs and having people throw rocks at my window at 2am because they want to hang out. And maybe I miss drinking 8 cups of coffee at the Horseshoe and sitting on my roof (or porch) and bush jumping on the way back from the 3B. I suppose I just miss the summer of 2003 in Bellingham, so if anyone could bring that back for me, that'd be awesome.

You Got a Hurricane!

It's 9pm on a Sunday night which always incites a slight panic somewhere in my depths. But this time it's maginfied by 20 or so. Hopefully this will only last a week at the most. And then it'll just settle into normal going to work panic. Just normal why-can't-the-weekend-be-longer panic.

I will cut out and remove a majority of this weekend and just tell you the better stuff. My room is still a mess.

Friday night I hit up Color with Hunter, Laura and Laurin and took advantage of the free Dewers and disco. Not to mention an excuse to wear my newly-shortened weird colorful leaopard dress. The whole night pretty much consisted of us all being a little umm animated?








(ben sisto took this one)

This morning I was coming back from the gym and noticed a bird that wasn't hopping away in fear as I approached it. I quickly realized it was a baby bird that somehow had gotten from its mystical invisible nest to the sidewalk. So, being the sympathetic person I am, I grabbed my camera. And a small piece of bread! He didn't like the bread. I sat with him and got weird stares from passersby and prayed he'd find a way back to his parents.. And hopefully he did, cause he's gone now.. Hopefully a dog didn't eat him..






Aghgh my zoom is so amazing!!!