December 2009
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today's to do list:
1. stay out of the rain
2. eat edamame and wanton soup. hello, asian city!
3. take my test to so i can be legit.
4. trudge through all this new music and make some playlists.
5. perhaps buy something (and/or shiny!) new to make myself feel better.
›››bonus points if i can take enough photos on my diana to develop this spool of film.
“go to heaven for the climate, hell for the company.”
– mark twain
not my iphone, you bitch!
i seem to have lost touch with my old self.
i’ve become this “new kristena” and for a little while, i thought this was a good thing. i’m beginning to have doubts. i kind of miss being the “old kristena.” time for a change?
“they always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them...”
– andy warhol
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when he saw the picture on my computer screen he sat up, brow furrowed, and said -all the little scene girls used to post pictures like that on their myspaces. they’d take pictures of girls like, throwing up or passed out with beer cans or liquor bottles around and they’d put the word ‘glamour’ on the picture and post it to their myspaces. it was a trend here. he stated...
"now where did i leave my visible jet? oh, there...
negative wonder woman, robot chicken
things i hate:
or, a little negativity to start the day
1. district 9. saw it twice, sucked both times. the only thing worse than the movie itself was the conversation i overheard afterward.
2. twitter. i’m not delusional enough to think that i’m interesting enough to necessitate constant 140-character updates about my life and i hate the @ and # nonsense. i wish the rest of the world would get...
just give me the pants, dawg.
caleb: chopped salad
me: chop sal
caleb: no, it is actually ka-cha sal.
Stereotyping People by Their Favorite Indie Bands
rushml:
The XX Blog enthusiasts who thought wearing a keffiyeha was awesome.
Passion Pit Bros vaguely interested in listening to music and very interested in having sex with their girlfriend.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs Girls who bought checkered sneakers in the 8th grade.
Fleet Foxes Hopelessly patchy beard growers.
TV On The Radio Politically-correct hipsters.
Grizzly Bear People who think that...
i want my goddamn rolex.
i STILL can’t find it. my last bastion of hope is that i’ll find it once i start packing.
concession stand guy: did you buy your tickets on fandango?
me: uhhh, no. why?
concession stand guy: oh, no reason.
me: what, do i look like i use fandango?
concession stand guy: well, yeah. you look fancy.
me: well, i do have the fandango app on my iphone but it always says 'mobile ticketing is unavailable' so i can only check the movie times. but if i could, i guess yeah, i'd buy tickets on fandango.
concession stand guy: yeah, i thought so.
sometimes i feel like..
this. just like this.
“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever...”
– chuck palahniuk
caleb: what if iiiii took a picture with my shirt up? kristena, take this picture of me.
lavon: kristena, don't take that picture. that looks gay.
caleb: no it's doesn't. take this picture.
me: it uhhh, it looks kind of gay..
lavon: do not take that picture. that's gay. kristena, if you take that picture, i'll shoot myself in the head.
caleb: take the picture.
lavon: kristena, if you take that picture, i'll go get one of john's guns and i will shoot myself in the head.
why the holidays ain't so bad:
(this year.. so far..)
1. while i can’t do the “family thing” this year with my dad in KC, my mom and pop in lafayette, and my sisters in slidell, it’s nice that i’m not going to be completely alone on the big day.
2. i’m working on christmas eve, which may seem like a really sucky thing but for me it isn’t because— IT MEANS I HAVE A NEW JOB.
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i dig the shit out of this guy, for realz.
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DON'T LET ME DOWN.
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‘like a rolling stone’ by bob dylan
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i got a job, motherfuckaaa.
hanukkah wishlist
unnecessary stuff for someone who doesn’t have a job: 1. holga 35mm camera 2. lace thigh highs 3. olivetti manual typewriter
can I just apply for the job of being famous?
if there’s an audition involved, that’s cool too. i’ve got a monologue prepared.
all i want for christmas is..
so, it’s officially holiday time to me because i’ve started listening to my christmas playlist! while my mom and pop were busy putting up the “hanukkah bush” and my grandma was lighting the menorah and feeding me way too much food for eight days straight, my dad was playing the same three cds of christmas music over and over, every year. it’s the same playlist, all...
PARTY TIME: TO-NIGHT.
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everyone else is cheating- so why aren't you? →
(it’s a link)
i really hope keri and i can make this mexico thing work out. according to ticketmaster mexico, we can be front row for about 130 american dollars (or $1650 pesos, incidentally.) coldplay in monterrey in march? YES, PLEASE.
if i can get this job sitch under control, we should be a go. next week is seriously hardcore job hunt time. no excuses.
speaking the spanish finally pays off.
so, i’m getting my life together (what what) and uhh.. step one is a new job. i REALLY didn’t want to wait tables anymore, but this whole empty pockets thing is getting old, so back to the hustle it is. if i could just get back to an easy three grand a month, things would be a hell of a lot better.
we’re moving out of the house just after new years, so that’s the...
i love david macklovitch because..
i mean, what’s not attractive about this man?? 1. he’s jewish. fame aside, i’d probably love him just for that.
2. he’s the half of chromeo responsible for the voice, guitar, and spiffy threads.
3. i’ll always be his tuh-tuh-tenderoni.
4. he can bust a move like no other, as evidenced in the video for chromeo’s new single night by night. g-d, i love a man...
“do what thou wilt.”
– aleister crowley’s thelemic mantra
it’s been a while. due, in part, to the lack of internet in my house and, in part, to the fact that i have been utterly uninspired lately. i’ve hit a bit of a metaphorical wall, emotionally speaking. i just need to get out of houston for a bit, but on a proper vacation. one that doesn’t involve four straight days of me behind the wheel of an automobile.