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Friday, July 24th, 2009
10:26 pm - In My Purse
Dirty clothes, bobby pins, pumpkin seeds, and a copy of Harpers.

For Ksenia.

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Thursday, January 29th, 2009
9:43 pm - I Got Ur Crazy, JK.
It's hard for me to post here now, because this journal has always been a place to put my crazy and now that I have other tools to deal with my life, including generally trying to keep my crazy in check, I got nothin'.

Things are good. I'm learning stuff about myself and realizing how scary my behavior has been for the past 5 years. Blah, blah, blah. So boring.


I did slides 12 and 14. I'm working on a gallery of famous film and tv detectives for next week. Any suggestions?

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Thursday, August 14th, 2008
4:31 pm - Perez Hilton
"Minorities will soon be the majority in the U.S.

And that's a good thing! This country was built by immigrants!"

You can't make this shit up.

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12:27 am - The Secret Life of the American Teenager

This television show is awful. The writing is awful, Molly Ringwald is awful, the crazy Christian overtones with straight-out-of-the-pamphlet pregnancy advice is awful. But I've kind of fallen in love with it. Plus, the theme song is terrific.

I've watched all seven episodes tonight while writing my first film review. I have to write another one about the Madonna's directorial debut Filth and Wisdom tomorrow. There's going to be a screening in the morning and I have to pretend that I'm not reviewing it, but I don't know why. I really hope Lourdes will be there with her super cute leggings that she's always photographed in.

This entry is very Lynn Sullivan (hey!) and I kind of like that, because I like her entries.

OH! And I'm in A.A. now, so hopefully my life won't be such a mess soon. Latazz

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Tuesday, May 6th, 2008
11:21 pm - I'm Dying
I thought I was on the upswing.

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Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
12:38 am - Things About Me
1. Up until around the 3rd grade I wanted to be a comedienne when I grew up. Back then, I called it comedian. I don't know what I wanted in 4th grade, but I suspect it had something to do with science. In the 5th grade, I decided I would be a journalist. Then I applied to a creative writing program. I still do not know why. I should have stuck with comedian.

2. When I was in the 8th grade and dating Spencer Ziegler the most meaningful romantic song was "Black" by Pearl Jam. This line was my favorite: "I know someday you'll have a beautiful life; I know you'll be a star--in somebody else's life. But why, oh why, can't it be mine?"

I just thought about that and felt happy.

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Sunday, February 24th, 2008
1:21 pm - Hypothetcal Invite
If I were to get married in Los Angeles, would any of you come?

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Tuesday, February 19th, 2008
11:44 pm
This time of year I really hate myself and my life and I wish I was still sixteen, because back then people still identified with these feelings.

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Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
6:44 pm
The Super Bowl is whack. I never watched it growing up, but now that I'm 21 in my own apartment with my own television, it's, like, necessary that it be on. I hate football.

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Monday, January 21st, 2008
8:28 pm
Then there's your cat and he's doing this thing with his arm where it's stretched out in front of him, high in the air for no real reason, and even though his eyes are half open and he looks like he might be sleeping, you know that that can't be comfortable. And you look at him, laying like that, and you're like... I wish my life could be like that--only uncomfortable and difficult in a false way, because I make it so, because I raise my arm up like that. And then you realize that's exactly how your life already is and you start wondering why you won't just put your fucking arm down, roll over, and go to sleep.

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Friday, December 21st, 2007
10:30 am
I have all these insignificant dreams where like, last night, Amy Winehouse doesn't speak with a British accent and the whole dream is just my shock over this.

I have a headache and a miserable day ahead. This has been happening for the last two weeks.

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Sunday, November 4th, 2007
11:28 pm
I have to write a stupid article and I need some information.

Please help me out by filling out my super easy, 10 question survey about your cell phone!

Click Here to take survey

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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
8:29 pm - It's OK to be Gay, But Don't be a Fag
I'm sick for, like, the 4th time this semester. I feel like I should be doing more right now than reading salon.com, but I'm so cloudy and stressed that I can't even remember what projects and assignments are making me feel this way. But they're there. I know that for a fact.

My teacher accidentally said "MyFace" instead of Myspace or Facebook today. She seemed embarrassed about the slip, but we laughed and said "Noooo, that's even better!" Which it is. It's totally perfect.

I'm getting fat. I weighed myself a couple days ago and the scale said I was ten pounds heavier, but I thought it was wrong, because I'm usually pretty consistent with my weight. But then Nate asked me, "What's that?" when I was changing my shirt. He was pointing at my belly and I looked down to see that it is now, suddenly, enormous. I have no idea why/how this happened. I half-wish that I was six months pregnant and just didn't know it, because, like, at least then it would make sense. Bummer, right?

I hate people who set unrealistic goals for themselves and then broadcast these grandiose plans to the world. It's obvious that they're not going to happen, but everyone just smiles and goes along with it. It's like, do these people think? Like, really think. Do they look at where they are now and figure that it can change that radically? I think that's their problem in the first place. They don't concentrate on the small stuff they can do now that will build up to real achievement and that's why they fail. And I wish they would realize that, because then they could actually get somewhere instead of constantly reinventing their plans.

As for me, I'm going to graduate and move to LA and get a good job doing something I love. And I know that it's going to happen, because for a long time I never believed it actually would.

I'm good at what I do.

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Thursday, October 11th, 2007
11:44 pm - Page Breaks and Feeeeeeelings
I need a release. Here it is. TL;DR? I understand.

1. My life as of late has been entirely consumed by writing. I’m taking three (3) writing classes, a literature class, working as a writing tutor, and involved in two on-campus publications. I’m saturated in short stories by classmates and masters and total strangers. I can’t look at a magazine without thinking about tone, angle, and structure. Everything boils down to word choice and idea generation. When you major in the basis of all humanity, you can’t avoid it. They’re just twenty-six symbols, upstrokes and curved lines, but it’s everything. Television scripts, cereal box nutrition facts, mattress do-not-remove tags. Maybe it’ll make me a better writer, but more likely, the end of the semester will find me beaten down in the corner of my room mumbling non sequiturs. I signed up for this, right?

2. I somehow managed to get an internship riding the T yesterday. I was coming from an internship fair (ironic, no?) and ran into an old acquaintance from the Boston music scene*. He runs an alternative marketing agency (www.streetattack.com) and pretty much offered me a position on the spot. Not only that, he told me, and I quote from an email under 24 hours later, “I would love to create a project with you that you can really just take the lead on and we’ll give you all of the support you need to get it done.” What the hell? This sudden bestowal of responsibility is both nerve-wracking and exciting. But it makes sense. Nothing in my life has ever happened unless it’s been by some bizarre sequence of events or includes absurd circumstances. I understand this and try to be as open to it as possible.
This is also the first instance in which all the time wasting I did as an underclassman—I chalked it up to “networking” and “experience”—has actually paid off in a real way. Take that, grades.

3. Lately, I get really aggressive when I drink. I punched some dude I barely know last week for no reason. I am not very tough and everyone laughed, but it still concerns me. I think I’m restless.

4. Enough about me. Whatcha guys been up to? I want long, rambling paragraphs of details.

*It was Luke the drummer of Piebald, which only matters because later Nate exclaimed, "That's great! You're interning for Piebald! Maybe you can work your way up to Stuart's job."

Alyssa and JD know that this is x-posted to Studio U

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Sunday, September 9th, 2007
8:13 pm
Can I borrow someones power supply/cord for a powerbook/ibook? Just for an hour. I need to charge my laptop while I'm waiting for the replacement. Pleassssse.

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Friday, August 31st, 2007
9:44 pm - Myspace!
I've always kind of wanted to be a magazine editor, specifically for a teen publication. Recently, I've really committed myself to getting a job in magazines when I graduate. Sooo, I myspaced the lord and savior of teen magazines (no, not Jane Pratt), Atoosa Rubenstein, and asked for her opinion. And she gave me a really nice, detailed response. She basically said that I need to go digital. Good content is good content, but the delivery method is really crucial. I kind of already knew this, but I was hoping that she'd be like, paper is sacred! Because that's how I feel. I don't know. Anyway, I'm very excited that I got to e-connect to this woman. That's all.

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Wednesday, August 29th, 2007
8:35 pm - My Summer Vacation
I haven't posted anything real about my life in a very long time. It's not for lack of things to say, but the fact that I have no idea how to say everything. I guess I could laundry-list it.

I moved to Los Angeles and have been living with Nate in Silver Lake since may. When I say I live in Silver Lake, most people respond with, "Of course you do" or "Oooh hipster," but the property values are way too high for it to be hipster. Although it's probably in the top three of cool neighborhoods in LA.

Speaking of hipsters, I took this writing class at Art Center in Pasadena and this kid flat out asked me if I was a hipster. He said, "You're a hipster, right?" He said this suddenly and very loudly. Weeks later, I still can't think of a good response.

I was in a music video. You can't actually see me, but I'm sitting behind a dude from Maroon 5 and if Michael Runion had scootched an inch, I'd totally have a whole frame to myself. I think my favorite part was getting to pick out anything I wanted from wardrobe. I had a wonderful veiled cap.

I worked at Fox and NBC for a month. We were working on this site: www.hulu.com. I had nothing to do with the name. Regardless of whether or not this venture fails (though if they actually listened to us, it wouldn't), I got a thousand dollars, a free laptop, saw The Simpsons movie in advance, and met a lot of powerful people, including the president of News Corp.

I also worked at a law firm for a month, went to Guatemala, and got drunk a lot with Aaron Stuart (Piebald R.I.P.)

I come home on September 6th. Another year of Emerson and hopelessness. I'm very poor. But this fall should be good, because Nate will be playing bass for Jonathan Rice (featured on my myspace today) while he's on tour with Rilo Kiley and doing an East Coast thing with his children's band. This means I will also get to go on tour again this fall.

Lots of comments please.

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Saturday, August 4th, 2007
7:57 pm - Support Our Troops!
Soldiers Sentenced after Raping, Killing 14 y.o. Girl

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Saturday, July 14th, 2007
12:49 pm - Mr. Butch is Dead

I haven't updated in so long, mostly because I didn't know where to start. I live in California, I'm working for Fox and NBC Universal. I'll be back in the Fall. But, apparently, I'll be coming back to a Mr. Butch-less Allston. So sad.

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Thursday, April 19th, 2007
3:46 am - When Things Are Finally Not a Joke, But I Will Probably Laugh Anyway
This is a personal essay I wrote just now with absolutely no distance from any of the events as they all happened today. However, the ironic parts are not lost on me. In fact, a lot of craft went into this essay, which is why I'm posting it (beside the fact that it's a perfect recount of my day). I'm also pretty fucked up right now, but if you actually take the time to click the link, that should be apparent.

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