January 2011
15 posts
yawn
re: last night - danced on a table in a frat house with a bunch of my sisters. my god, I really do go to college! not that it took me three years to figure that out, of course. - can someone please explain to me my bizarre fondness for dudes that look exactly like tall athlete versions of skeletons in my closet? (a) what up, crew house. (b) real cute, subconscious. - I am told that there was a...
There are two types of greetings:
it-feels-like-home-to-me:
Friends:
Best friends:
I don’t usually reblog these, but this is great.
“That would be a good thing for them to carve on my tombstone: ‘Wherever...”
– Dorothy Parker
simple are the ways we come apart
I have a sick. :( Incidentally, I also have an audition for which I have to sing in less than 48 hours. My voice gets a little less present every minute! Hurrah! Now is the time on Sprockets when we freebase honey.
drink, fight, fuck
When Parents Text: My Actual Parents Edition (757): Can you get Netflix to send The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia to your home? I MUST SEE IT And it wasn’t even me who told him about it. If ever you wondered where my trademark class and distinctive taste came from…
“They had run out of sea shells and were using faded photographs, soiled fans,...”
– Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts.
climb ev'ry mountain
So I’ve been locked in a sorority house all week. Since the reason I’ve been locked in the house all week is this week, I’ll have more thoughts for you later, but here’s something to tide you over. Sorry to keep all two of you chomping at the bit like this. Rush is a heavily choreographed thing, especially on our side of the table, and there is a whole lot of my 80-girl...
it wasn't half bad, it was all bad
A couple of things: 1. I realized today that when I’m less than pleased about things, I start talking like a stand-up comedian. I’m fucking weird. 2. After nearly five years of friendship, I think Ian and I have jointly hated everything enough that the rest of you can live blissful, kindhearted lives. We’re nice people, I promise. Despite my belief to the contrary, turns out...
the moral of this motherfucker is:
I finally got my hair cut today. Because I take the “don’t do fucking anything with your hair unless we make you” clause on audition forms very seriously, by the time Midsummer was over, I was more or less straddling the line between Redheaded Queen of the Goddamn Jungle and You Slept in a Box Last Night. Of course, since image is A-number-1 with this girl, I waited about a month...
gandhi's 10 fundamentals
mrjhdillinger:
1. change yourself 2. you are in control 3. forgive and let it go 4. without action you aren’t going anywhere 5. take care of this moment 6. everyone is human 7. persist 8. see the good in people and help them 9. be congruent, be authentic, and be true to yourself 10. continue to grow and evolve