selected extrapolations...

living

yes, i have finally found a place to live and it's beautiful. in columbia heights, right where i want to be. couple blocks from the metro. the roomies are cool, the kitchen is gorgeous, there's a bunch of fireplaces and my room is adorable! i totally can't wait to move in. now i just need to get a rug (i've got my eye on a stylish Ikea one) and a new dresser because mine has seen better days. gotta pack up the books (yikes) and the shoes (double yikes). i've come to the conclusion that i have far too many clothes - i've already given two lawn bags of clothes to salvation army and i've still got too many to fit in my current dresser! oy!

drawing

i finally found the perfect aquamarine ink for that drawing i'm doing for julian - that took forever. i've been procrastinating on that second kiss drawing too, i think it's just because i haven't made any large drawings in a while - i've been in 11x14 territory for some time and it's gotten quite comfortable. i did make a 12x12 line drawing the other day on pink cardstock that i like. it's very sparse.

listening

coworker kelly made me a tegan and sara cd last week and i love, love, love it. i've been mildly obsessed with it for a few days now, singing along loudly and occasionally off-key in my car. for some reason i had always associated them with smooshy, sentimental, girlie songs, but they're only smooshy sometimes. most of the time they're pretty kickass.

drooling

tom vek was awesome. they played a short set. he had very skinnie jeans. the drummer was adorable, sweaty and shirtless - he had a fashion mullet secured at the nape of his neck with an edwardian bit of twine. the synth/guitarist guy had a skinny green scarf that looked deliciously akin to an ascot. tom was a bit smarmy because people weren't screaming and sweating (as they should have been), so i didn't blame him. some vice promoter touted the greatness of we are scientists and dfa 1979. he was cute and in a kelly green shirt. it was an excellent show and my slight pompadour blocked the band's view of the cute underage girls behind me.

cutting

that weird florence henderson flippy thing really made me mad. last night i took a shower and then announced, staring into the steamy bathroom mirror, that it was go time. took out the kitchen shears and showed my hair who's boss. smoothed it up with some borrowed man clippers and now i'm feeling fine. gonna fix the color this weekend because it's looking a little wishy washy and i like it to be BLACK!!! with no less than three exclamation points.

remembering

that elkland singer looks just like a fabulous boy i used to know. i stole his cupcake at a tuesday dance night at the roxy in london. then we danced a lot. i thought he was gay. he kissed a lot of boys. i really liked that kid.

yesterday i was reading an old IM conversation i had with simon a while back. there was a lot of hilarious fluff and then simon said something like "you're into poets, not fighters." i thought... how astute... i like the edgy shel silversteins and the straight oscar wildes.

i've got five t-shirt ideas, most of which i'll prolly just draw by hand rather than messing with the screenprinter. but i am gonna practice it this weekend because it's too pristine sitting in its original box at the foot of my bed.

this morning i grabbed a handful of cds that i haven't listened to in a long time. Air's Premiers Symptomes, Magnetic Fields' i, DFA 1979 and Astrud Gilberto's Finest Hour. I felt like an international spy, skulking through gallery place in my tight coat with the upturned collar, listening to Les Professionnels. then i floated off to work along with the swelling strings and faint samba beats of ms. gilberto. it was the best, even though people were kind of laughing at me.