peach.

So I went to Georgia for the weekend.

These are some good things about the South:

-cost of living & pretty much everything is cheaper 

-they know how to make frozen margaritas

-they sell champagne (and pretty much everything you could ever want or need) at gas stations

-warm weather

-people are generally more polite, whether or not it is genuine varies

-you can smoke cigarettes in restaurants, at bars, and even inside of gas stations

These are some bad things about the South:

-sense of militancy

-rednecks

-conservatives

-ignorance

-everything closes early

-no beer on Sundays (what the fuck)

I went to the SOA protest while there and will post pictures and more shit once I get them developed.

You should probably check out this calendar online.  The photography is amazing and it's hot.

I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving.  I'm planning on being in the city in two weeks, so let's party.

the more i do it, the better it gets.

Could it be true?  I hope so.

I have an interview with American Apparel in like an hour, I really hope I get the job.  I would work pretty much anywhere at this point, I'd just like to remember how it feels to be somewhat self sufficient.  And the extra money wouldn't hurt either.

A few weeks ago when I was at home, I downloaded a whole bunch of new music.  The bands that stick out the most are: 

The Fiery Furnaces

Wintersleep

Mew

The Mountain Goats

I've also been rediscovering the genius (and convenience) that is Pandora radio.  Whenever I'm in the Mac Lab at school (which, as of late, is often), I listen to it online.  Death Cab stations always play really good songs (the other day, I heard stuff from The Postal Service, Frou Frou, Snow Patrol, Pulp, plus those really good old Death Cab songs that I love but always forget exist like Photobooth and Amputation).  Courtney has told me Boards of Canada also turns out some pretty awesome bands, the kind of music that "normal people" (and by this, what I guess I mean is non-indie) ask politely if you could change when it comes on in the car.  I really like 1969 and A Beautiful Place Out in the Country by them, but I haven't had the chance to listen to their station on Pandora just yet, so I'll hold off on the judgment.

Today was deceptively sunny and extremely cold.  But no snow.

an evening spent in the library.

It's nights like this, spent nestled in a nook amidst stacks of books piled high in musty corridors, that make me consider a life of crime. But that could be the homework. In any case, you should probably read this article if you have ever, seriously or not, felt similar.

http://gawker.com/5072549/its-a-great-time-to-be-a-pirate

Today was a good day, though. I woke up and went for a walk. It was temperate and for the first morning in awhile, it was not precipitating. The leaves lay in piles along the curb and formed drifts on the street corners...I hear it is going to snow tomorrow. Or rather, "there is a chance." Isn't there always a chance? I stopped at the bank, expecting to have to wait three days for my out of state check to clear when I realized that logically, I could just cash it instead. I went to Camille's for a bagel, breakfast for the first time in a week, it tasted spectacular. Then I went to the nearby mall. Bought a few things because I haven't in awhile, or a little bit at least, and it's nice to treat yourself when you can because you can't always. I had around an hour to spare before the bus came so I walked to Starbucks. Chai tea, my guilty pleasure. Sat down at the only table left in the place, which conveniently had the New York Times laying open on top, exposed, listened to my Ipod, wrote some poetry, drank my drink. Took the paper to read on the bus. Felt more relieved than I have felt in a long time when I read the headline explaining that Iraq's government finally approved a plan for the total withdrawal of American troops. Was annoyed to see that no troops would be moved until June at the earliest, with the totality extricated by 2011 at the earliest. I think I am going to write an article about the situation.

It's funny how things work out some of the time.

friday.

overcast days spent half asleep walking to the transit center which is approximately a mile from our house, ipod blaring, mind somewhere in the clouds, or for that matter, the golden foliage which so lavishly litters the streets, thinking about the Red Bull in my bag which will get me through The Canterbury Tales and the subsequent classes, because as usual i was up too late the night before, and now i find myself absentmindedly humming whatever musician is singing only for me at the moment, like Morrissey most of the time, Joy Division if the sky is especially gray or I'm in the mood for Ian Curtis' delight in the miserable, Be Your Own Pet for the increase in speed it lends to my walking.

that was arbitrary, you're thinking. i guess it's one of those days.



sarah silverman really is the shit.

it's early for a Christmas list, but whatever.

an orchid or plant for the apartment.
interesting stud earrings.
Sultan Hogbo mattress queen, $200, not bad.  
something I have wanted forever.
caffeine is important in the morning.
a record player would be cool.

yes.

it's my initials!  only american apparel...
something new for my wall.
new heels.  Jeffrey Campbell always comes out with some cool ones & my brown ones have taken quite a beating.
I have wanted a necklace like this for awhile.  I love uncut stones, they're really unusual.
new Cheap Mondays now that my favorite ones have been rendered nearly crotchless.

I am going to get these cool Palladium boots eventually.  They actually look functional.
This perfume is discontinued but it is still my favorite & I will find it somewhere.
a fedora.

for memorizing when bored.

victorious.

  I have this slight obsession with wanting to remember things.  Sometimes it comes on unexpectedly and is spurred by a beautiful sunset or significant remark by someone close to me.  Other times, it manifests itself around something momentous- or at least, something which seems momentous to me at the time.  There is no doubt in my mind that last night was one of these such moments.

it's election day

go out there and fucking vote.

"politics is the art of controlling your environment"

reserving judgment is a matter of infinite hope

"Today is my twenty-first birthday.  I don't feel any different than at twenty,

but I suppose that's the thing about birthdays, they don't really change anything.

The candles are blown out and you're still where you were before, wherever that

may be, wedged between the path ahead and your own skewed sense of indecision."

-S.L.C.S. 11/01/2008

A great birthday weekend.  Memorable.  Exhausting.  Amazing.