god save the queen.

i still hate nancy spungen...but this article is interesting.

Read Me

if you haven't already seen it, rent Sid & Nancy.  Sarah made me watch it last fall & I really thought that it was well done.

In other news, blackouts can be fun.  Angel, John, Courtney, & I finally went to Kennedy Fried Chicken and found that it is far better than KFC but probably best to go during day light.

Found this quote, I really like it: 

"Among those I like and admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those I love, I can: all of them make me laugh" -W.H. Auden.

Truth.

i'm drunk

fuck.

there are a mere nine days until my twenty-first birthday. nothing matters between that and fifty, really, so tHat means twenty nine years worth of partying in one night. done. good. it took far too long to type that. the great gatsby. i wish f. scott fitzgerald was still alive, i'd have a lot to ask and say to him. plenty. twenty-nine years worth of comments and questions. good.

i really like the word ambivalence. i'm hardly ever ambivalent, is that a bad thing

it's all synthetic but it's all we've got.

Now, this woman was rock n roll. Anita Pallenberg, common law wife to Keith Richards and romancer of basically everyone who mattered, including Brian Jones. She is credited with singing back up vocals on "Sympathy for the Devil" and acting as muse to both the Rolling Stones and other bands. Her resume also expanded to fill acting and modelling. Plus, her sense of fashion can only be described as killer.

Why is New York so cold already?

Life.

(pluto)

i had seven faces, thought i knew which one to wear, i'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care, but new york cares.

thursday nights always turn out to be so worthwhile.

this morning i woke up at 8 a.m. (which, by the way, is late for me considering that i have to be on campus around nineish most days). i think that i may still have been drunk (oh how i love yager), but it's hard to say because i always wake up in a daze, whether it's caused by exhaustion or alcohol is hard to pinpoint. i stumbled into the shower, got out, and realized that i had forgotten a towel. Now, Courtney and I love a cold apartment- also, keep in mind our house is Victorian so it's huge and invariably freezing to begin with. as i'm sure you can imagine, i was not pleased. to make matters even better (read: far worse), when trying to exit the bathroom to get a towel from my room, the door decides to stick. so i'm standing there, naked and freezing and soaked, trying to yank open this oversized mahogany door for oh, i'd say a good ten minutes. there are days when i wonder if i am being tested by the universe or if my life is really just a sitcom...this morning was one of those moments.

thought i'd throw this in as well- dec 5th yeasayer concert, music hall of williamsburg. be there or be lame.