I thought of you.

I Guess I'm Falling In Love.

You think I'm lonely.

My life exploded, but it's actually quite lovely.

Take your dads car and we'll go to the city.

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My friend wrote a book with Spencer Moody, and you should buy it. I'm so proud of him!

Oh my god, I die.

BUH-NANAS!

Steve Berra is my favorite acting, directing, skateboarding, Scientologist.

Old Man Crushes.

This is one of the only pictures where Dr. Drew doesn't look airbrushed and creepy, but I have recently developed a small crush on him.

Freedom, Freewill, And Youth.

Being unemployed is all about coffee, vicodin, craigslist, and trips to the beach to clear my brain of certain tensions.




Also The Horrors are the coolest band of 2009.

Just Like Honey.

My birthday is in November and I want these things:

Top Shop


Top Shop

Alexander Wang for Opening Ceremony


Acne for Opening Ceremony


Erin Wasson RVCA for Opening Ceremony



Ostwald Heglaston for Opening Ceremony


By Arms and Armory


Also I decided to take a spur of the moment trip to New York since it is my last year being a teenager, to look for weird punk 45's and explore the city with old friends. I'm also planning on writing a book of short stories which I may or may not do anything with.

That's all for now.

Blood start drippin in my Budweiser can.

The Black Lips in India is so cool.

You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

The 80's weren't so bad were they.

Wear Your Love Like Heaven.

Donovan 1966.

I've got a junkies itch for summertime. I need positive vibes.

Highways Flew By.

I don't even care I love this song. The whole album really, and the video. I'm also seriously considering the Karen O bowl cut.

I want to live.

This week has taught me to give up on the following things:

My job.
Being legitimate to anyone.
And not smoking.

Words could never make up for what you do.

San Francisco was beautiful and surreal.



I didn't take enough pictures as usual, and these ones don't do this day justice, but here they are.

You Can't Hurry Love.

I love new pop music right now.

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart

My little scholar was accepted to Colombia University today!

Congrats Mari!

Let me in.

I brought home a present for everyone from San Francisco. Ladies and Gentlemen, Rick Shapiro...

Give up. Stop dancing and cry.

Kime Buzzelli is a genius and an inspiration. Here, see for yourself.

No one belongs here more than you.

Joan Baez: It ain't me babe


I'm stuck between party girl and workaholic. Between snot nosed teenage brat and thirty five year old business woman. I want to be so smart and then do dumb things. I want old things and I'm starting new things. I'm so afraid I'm missing out on life that I take everything too far. My passion for everything makes me look naive and I'm probably the most aware of it, but certainly not the only one. I'm the biggest snob and the most terrified person on earth.

Someday we could be dignified and old together.

I can't smile at anything today. I've been partying way to hard lately. I'm making it a goal to stay home all week next week.

After a lot of texting, missed calls and interneting, it's official, I'm the owner of a round trip to San Francisco. This feels positive.

Lie to me, like I lie to you.

I'm sick of dance music and drugs. I'm significantly less happy then I was yesterday. I wouldn't say 'unhappy" still. I pulled some girls hair out last night. It felt great. I could fill a lot of voids that way I think. I never understood why my guy friends would start fights at parties when I was younger, and although I feel kind of crummy saying it, I think I get it. Granted I didn't start the fight I was just taking care of my friends. I'm sick of waking up to my heartbeat rattling my clavicle.

I forfeit the "new one" last night at about 3:30 AM. I think it was one of those things are much too complicated to work. It was more glamor then anything. Vapid. Not real, Like sharing a bottle of strawberry wine on someones drive way you don't know and being too drunk to walk home. Not real like that.

It's always summer back in Alabama.

A few things have happened so far this year:

Alex called me a few weeks ago to tell me that he was working on a tiny road bike. One hounded and thirty bucks I should not have spent later, it's mine. It's just an old Schwinn, but the Chicago ones, the good ones.

My mom moved to Vermont to marry her high school sweetheart. She spent ten long days living with me before she left. In those ten days she didn't have a sober moment. I didn't say goodbye and I probably won't see her for at least a year. I never thought I'd be one of those people estranged from their parent or parents, but there is only so much one can take. I was shampooing one of my clients yesterday at work and she started telling me about a U.S. Airways plane that had just crashed in to the Hudson river. My knees immediately buckled and all he blood drained out of my face. I figured it was karma for being so mean. Needless to say it wasn't her plane, I just needed to feel like a bad person.


I really love my job. My teachers are good people who I've grown up around and know about the same things I do and want to see me do well. Still my anxiety about work has reached an all time high. Standards for everything are extremely high and I'm left feeling in adequate, but I'm still there for a reason and I'll happily stay there as long as I am welcome.

I'll do anything that will make me happy. Even if it's only for twenty minutes, it's been working well so far. At this point I can't even imagine what a week will bring.