my 3rd dimension reality to this 11th dimension insanity.

i really enjoy my title to this blog post.

viewers, all three of you, it feels like it has been a long time.
two months of time, maybe. but anyway. much has happened.
i have been house sitting for one of my best work friends as he is off to mexico for the next 11 days.

you will know this guy as JABRONE or SOUTH PARK JONAS BROTHER GUY.

yup. still vegan, straight edge, rocker, thug, and too much to handle.
takin' care of his kitty skuzz (who has slit my wrists for me) as well as his and his gf's casa. they are dope. set me up with some good tv & fresh towels. so rad. ( i am getting them dragon sauce on monday).


things i feel you should know
(and by me putting it on this blog, it puts a lot of things in stone.)- i am vigurously looking for an apartment with the older sister ashley. plan clean apartment is a-go.
- things with the roommate are on very thin ice. day by day, right?
- i am getting the buzz cut sides on thursday of next week. so jazzed. i need a change.
- i am in the process of getting promoted to shift lead at work possibly? pretty exciting. i'm excited.
- OSHEAGA LINE UP IS OFF EVERY CHAIN OUT THERE. BEYOND EXCITED. NO WORDS. NONE.
- JULIAN CASABLANCAS IS PLAYING MONTREAL TOMORROW NIGHT AND I'VE DECIDED I AM GOING.

if this guy asked me to smoke a cigarette with him, i think the excitement would kill me before the cancer. for serious, blancas. let me bum one off you.
i've already mentally prepared myself with questions to ask in case i met him.
is that weird? i don't care. IT'S FUCKING JULIAN CASABLANCAS.

so listen to the fantastic julian casablancas' 11th dimension,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ev5RMiujiQE
fall in deep love, then go and listen to some albert hammond jr, "101" (and also take a glipse at his new suit line! that's right, boys. wear them hammonds and then we'll talk.)

THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH DICKS TO EXPLAIN HOW RIDIX THIS REALLY IS.
I MEAN, REALLY.


i'll try and stay alive, though.
first by trying to sleep.
see you tomorrow, julian.

the casa to your blancas,

mtb.

it's so claire to me now.

meet the face of fre$h;

A.K.A: half of clacia.tumblr.com

and one of the dumplings in my life i can never make time for.

BUT I ADORE THIS PUMPKIN PIE.

as we bum aound the internads & its blogs of nothing at all, here are some aspects I want to bring up.

a book i cannot wait to get to.

food for thought.

thoughts of food and the lovely colours macarons can have.

inspirational walls & boards. feels like i am sneeking into someone's mind and home.

nosy?

what's your point.

i love life's simple indulgences.

rough week so gotta find 'em.

i'm out!

meet my soon-to-be.

take it to heart.

buzz cut sides.

dope?

dope.

dig yourself out, miner.

he was the bigger man, i was sixteen.

when will the day rise.

nothing vanished as she closed her eyes,

dropping the rag doll she once identified with so well.

she imagined all she'd ever wanted;

the hugs her mother would give her to put the world back together,

the big brother to scare the world she shouldn't see,

years that leaked sunshine into the ones to come.

"i have the key!" she said.

with her mind made up, she shifted her eyes towards the light.

the quilt of a world she made was shredded with her daydreams.

smoke sizzled those successes.

no naptime could fix this.

she called out.

brother couldn't make it.

mother wouldn't.

and the rag doll was no more.

"the room is getting dark" she thought.

the shadow spilling onto the floor and creeping up her arms.

"the sun will come soon!" she shouted.

soon, she hoped.

she hoped.

do you have a beiber fever.

love kashi cereal.

tis' dope.

a good day to play pick up.

meet the assignment that caused me to create new swear words, cause earthquakes with my fidgeting, and have my skin turn brown from stress.

(this is not a joke. my skin has actually been turning shades of brown for the past couple of months. and surprisingly, at the end of the assignment, you could have mistaken me for an extra in Slumdog Millionaire.)

Title: Lady Nyny (pronounced Nini)

Explanation: Made out of the New York City landmarks and skyline.

Overall aspects of ridiculous hair and outfit reminds me of Lady Gaga (I told you to stop calling me, Stephanie.)

Thus Nyny for New York New York.

Also, as my favourite teacher called it Lady Kong

(with the overpowering look & The Statue of Liberty at hand)

so?

was it worth it?

no.

but i got through the day.

and also did a close at heartbux and was in a fantastic mood.

(i also realized i have been working there for nearly six months. where. did. time. go.)

THIS SONG MAY HAVE HAD A LOT TO DO WITH MY MOOD.

PS22 CHORUS FOREVER & ALWAYS.

MORE.

AND MORE BECAUSE THEY ARE THAT GREAT.

BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL?

as close as you can get.

check out ALL of their stuff. pretty skillet if i do say so myself.

noooow. rest.

hold on, dj roomba.

"when all that's left is spearmint

when i'm left waiting for a mixtape that not delivered.

where you never delivered.

left by rubbing thighs and tight jeans;

wanting to be shown how to care for someone properly.

clutching on to the faces and "how are you"s so desperately to proove that i am the same.

being left with chipped nails and broken polish.

being told that i have grown or gotten thinner

will not make up for the time lost by that spinning dial.

when the feeling of home has migrated to my purse.

when it's led to packing a suitcase.

when it's all about creating a case.

my ears hurt. so burst the bubble.

toss me to the smoke and have me crawl.

because neither of us are enjoying this at all.

i want to bargain with you, sir.

trade this eye for an eye.

a heart for a heart.

a good for more good.

a cow for an ipod.

and not live from institution to payroll & fuck inbetween.

goodnight."

meet a piece of something i wrote in the heart of my depression way back when. how much i've changed. reading this over, remembering those days& changes just allows me to see what people have been noticing.

i think i can make it through the week.

i know i can.

with talks of dreams jobs, that might just help, too.

all i have to remember are days like these:

for old time's sake: let go of your heart.

what is there to say when there's nothing to hold onto?

"let's change this."

if i can't have casablancas...

i found a website about zinesters. and they posted 373 pages of pictures on the topic.

i am jealous of every single slide.

i gotta zine.

fuck it! i'll zine.

after much deliberation over titles (life's gotta have 'em sometimes) ranging from "cuss", "cuss cupcakes", and "stilt skin" by mistake, i landed on

in helvetica light no less.

preview topics that came to mind:

- interviews with strangers and not-so stranger

- coffee for the heartbux.

- post-it know-this.

- art. lots of it.

- cd of the month.

- hang out of the month.

- idol of the month (first one being either lady gagaloo or j. casablancas.)

- lingo bingo.

comments? concerns?

what did i miss?

so i am talking with one of my close friends about passwords and life and everything else. and it is just reminding me (along with this entire day) about how completely out of touch i feel with everything and myself included on that list.

something as simple as music i feel like i don't have time to enjoy. I LOVE MUSIC AND SOMEHOW I CANNOT FIND THE TIME FOR THIS. RIDICULOUS. I MEAN. LOOK!

The Strokes.

RIGHT?

NYC original pack of trouble with front man Julian Casablancas making you crave to be chaos. Poppin' beers with cigarrettes and rock, you want to be them. They don't care. And that's make you care just that much more. They are the young men that will always be just as young and too talented.

AND YOU WANT THEIR MUSIC.

WHY CAN'T I FIND TIME TO INDULGE?

with someday, 12:51, the end has no end, the modern age, juicebox, and classics like hard to explain,

YOU NEED TO MAKE TIME.

LISTEN TO WHAT LIFE SHOULD BE.

...

someday.

stop calling, gag.

you are too catchy to be legal.

i guess it's the prison for bitches for me.

get 30 seconds in to see my referrence.

i am going to go through a massive amount of gagarrogance (get it?) because i am now following her on twitter, her site, youtube, and her blog.

She is statistically bigger than mj, madonna, and prince.

i gotta start seeing this girl through.

WUR IZ MA TIKUT 2 HAUS OF GAGA!

tell them i need one of these hatophones!

also, i am getting half my head buzz cut this week most probably.

and fasting for three days.

tame this.

try.

brown bear best friend

prepare yourself for the best birthday this world has seen.

"dare to grow'' on my 100th post.

that was the advice that my bank gave to me today.

"dare to grow''

so i figured i would take it.

I started a savings account.

BOOM.

WHO IS A GROWN UP NOW!

on a smaller and lighter note, today's weather is perfect.

i am deciding to ignore all the factors that could place me in a bad mood so i put on my cute spring jacket from primark, blasted music, and enjoyed the rays of sunshine.

some happy things that deserve a round of applause:

- Sketchetica.

- Vampire Weekend's Contra

the great album art aside (graph paper) the music is fantastic.

highlights of the album in my opinion:

- GIVING UP THE GUN

- Diplomat's Son

- Cousins (it's just madness.)

- Horchata

- Holiday

- And some attention for California English (for the great title and finding new ways to use Auto Tune)

- Refresh tea from work

my throat is dying and i'm catching a cold. this is the only thing that is keepin' the seabiscuit running.

so thanks for the solid, refresh.

- california.

in good time, baby.

in good time.

i am off to eat, work, work, eat, and enjoy this day, time, and weather in between.

see you on the flip.

age drastically

should i dye my hair grey?

yes no maybe so you must be nuts?

bunches of oaks

haiku to my unknown everest.

whatever you are

one thing is very certain

i will conquer you

failure is a nice outfit on me.

i cannot make a fort to save all of man kind.

i stuck two nails in the wall and moved around for 30 minutes.

to no avail or success.

here's a picture of someone that did succeed:

and they live in new york.

and they own a mac.

they are so much better than me.

so that this post wasn't a total waster for you, here is a funny scene from the show community.

the cameron diaz to your goat's mustache.

i have to go and clean up my sheets now.

death? please?

i went through eight pitchers of coffee base, 3 bottles of vanilla syrup, and all of my patience.

today, i snapped at a customer.

I NEVER SNAP AT CUSTOMERS.

i lost my soul. it's official, guys.

snow white is pissed and givin' out lollipops and bitch slaps.

and i'm all out of lollipops.

all in all, even with the craziness, i had a good shift.

i guess that's what it must feel like to work with logical people and workers.

other than that....

i miss.... having a life!

i realise the monster mash of a week i have ahead of me so it's kiiiiinda making me just want to crawl up in a room, make a fort, write letters to my friends, tan, listen to beirut, jack johnson, bon iver, and songs about new york and california, and just be.

also, if i could make jewelery that would be fun.

i'll try and fit some downtime in.

also: i am undecided as to whether or not i have officially become vegetarian (again).

i have chicken in my freezer untouched.

but, the only reason i ask if i am in fact vegeterian is because i haven't had the funds (moolah and tic toc) to get groceries.

so i have been living off vivannos and bagels for the past two weeks.

you know what?

IMMA MAKE A FORT.

I WILL SEE YOU ALL LATER (with pictures)

sous la plage.

i am trying to see if my california in 2012 can be something more than an idea.

meet someone you should know.

uncovered postcards.

even if i tried, it would do nothing but tease.

tough to be tender.

calling off the search party.

limiting the options to passion four months from now.

and somehow, there's nothing else to think about.

when i want super aqua club & banana pancakes.

forever goes

too many thoughts,
not enough forest and bon iver.

For Emma Accapella

also, canada rocks the world and the olympics.

now for sleep.