5 posts tagged “texas”
SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
6.26.08
Sorry it's been awhile.
I've just been busy and preoccupied.
And that's the truth.
You should always be nice to your parents, I think.
You shouldn't act like a brat either.
I hate seeing children (especially children my age) be rude/snippy (snappy?) to their parents all the time. I mean, yeah, we all have bad moods that we end up taking out on other people. (Maybe I'm speaking for myself. But I'm sure most of you know what I'm talking about.)
But being rude all the time?
No way.
That's lame.
You should also say "I love you" a lot.
And if you love your friends, you should say it to them, too.
I do.
I haven't eaten yet cuz I was broke and didn't have any money to buy food.
But I got a little bit of cash, so I went to the Fairway and got some pasta stuff. And couscous. And cereal.
Lillian G. (aka Lazy Susan) returned to Austin today. How sad.
And Meredith S. leaves on Monday.
(These are some of my good friends from Texas that I'm referring to.)
I liked having a sense of community here in NYC. But Meredith is moving here in May. And my friends Max and Sarah will be here on the first of April. And Lillian might be back in June or May for an extended stay. So, that should be boss, I hope.
Here's a shirt I made today:
Well, I called this shirt "Eight Arms to SCOLD You"! Get it?! Eh, eh? GET IT?
K I'll stop.
Time to eat.
Buh-bye!
Do you know what group is good?
Public Enemy.
Seriously.
I am forever in Jessica P.'s debt for telling me to get the album "Apocalypse 91... The Empire Strikes Black". So good.
So, I might visit Houston at the end of the month. I'm really excited about that. I miss my family and friend.
The other night when the ideas were buzzin', I wrote my friend Lauren K. and asked her if she wanted to be pen pals.
This is Lauren:
I used to have the biggest (BIGGEST) crush on her when I was in high school. (Actually I think the crush went on into college.)
(I hated her boyfriend, Chris K., in high school because I was jealous of him. And now he and I are actually closer than she and I ever were. How 'bout that?)
Anyway, she was down with the idea of being pen pals. So, tomorrow I'm sending my letter to her.
I'm also sending a letter to this other pen pal I have named Danielle.
She's very attractive and has a shop on Etsy.
She's fun to write to.
I'm just waiting for me to fuck up this whole pen pal thing, though. I'm not good with this sort of thing.
One of my BFF's came into town last night---my friend Meredith S. I met up with she and her friend from Vassar at some bar in Williamsburg (it's a really trendy/hip part of Brooklyn. gag.).
Anyway, Meredith and I ended up at this guy's apartment in Chelsea, this guy we know from Houston who's lived here for about 5 years now. (He lives so much in Chelsea that he lives next door to the Chelsea Hotel. Seriously. Literally.)
We left and we were so drunk and giggly... We didn't know how to get back to Queens (where she was staying). I dunno how we pulled it off, but we did.
(There was this one point where we were leaning against this storefront, laughing so hard and not paying attention to anything. And this guy started yelling in some other language because he was trying to lift the gate on the storefront so that he could open his store for the day. Hah.)
(Yeah, it was late.)
This morning Meredith and I got Dunkin' Donuts.
I think I really like that place. I got a sausage and cheese and egg croissant thang.
No coffee, though.
I don't drink/like coffee.
No donuts.
They make me feel fat/gross.
Oh yeah, so I've been thinking a lot about it today.
And I've come to the conclusion that Sleater-Kinney is officially one of my favorite bands.
They fascinate me for some reason.
Last night I went to the UT campus for this screening of student films. (Most of them I didn't care for. If not all.)
But apparently before I'd sat down in the auditorium, I stepped in dog shit. I didnt realize it until I crossed my right leg over my left and saw the mess that was on my heel.
Oh, God---it was so horrible, like ______ ______ children.
(Words have been deleted.)
I'd also to managed to rub some off on my pant leg.
That was pretty sad.
So, for the rest of the evening I was really paranoid that somebody would think I stunk like dog shit.
ALSO Lillian G. and I roasted hot dog weenies over her stove so that we could make hotdogs. And I had some chips, too. But I wasn't able to brush my teeth because my toothbrush was at Ben Jen's house.
So... bad breath and dog shit stink.
I was uncomfortable.
Ben Jen's leaving tomorrow. (Ben Jen.) He's driving to New York because he got into some fashion school there.
Maybe I'll see him in New York when I go to visit.
(I SHOULD BE visiting NYC soon... if all goes according to plan... and if I get the Christmas cash I'm relying on.)
This morning we (Meredith S. and I) overslept by a couple hours. (My cellphone, which was acting as our alarm clock, died in the middle of the night.) Meredith had to get back to Houston because she had to go to her uncle's 60th birthday party. It was in some town (I'm still unsure where we were exactly...) outside of Houston.
But since we overslept by a couple hours, Meredith had to take ME to this family function she had to go to. (If she didn't take me, it would've taken her over an hour to drop me off and then go to where she needed to go.)
I was completely out of it the entire time. I think I was still intoxicated from the night before or something.
I wasn't my normal chatty self; instead whenever somebody would ask me a question, I'd respond with a "Yes, sir" or "No, ma'am" or something else that left no room for further conversation. AWKWARD.
And it's so strange walking into a room full of people you don't know, people who are together to celebrate the birthday of another person I don't know.
Eh, whatever.
It wasn't that bad.
Meredith's father is pretty nice.
And I think he understood my situation and how I felt out of place.
I think I inadvertently made Meredith's aunt mad at me.
I'm not sure.
Apparently she's crazy.
Oh gosh. I just put on "Resevoir Dogs" because I'd never seen it before. And I tuned in during that scene where Michael Madsen is dousing that guy in gasoline. And that song is playing.
Well, I've never seen this movie. But that's the only scene I know from it.
So, it's like... you know.
It's kinda like that time I was in Portland and I walked to a Trader Joe's to find something to eat for breakfast. And then I ran into Corin Tucker of Sleater-Kinney.
Well, this "Resevoir Dogs" thing isn't COMPLETELY like that Portland thing.
Just a little bit.
OH!
Familiarity in an unfamiliar situation.
Or something like that.
This is a work in progress:
I'm doing an art collaboration with my friend (and member of my sometimes band Lazy Susan) via mail. She lives in Austin now, so she's no longer down the street from me.
