I'M AN AUNT!

here i am (in my buffy shirt, with yucky spirulina supersmoothie in hand) with my nephew, simon:



isn't he precious? :)

boy, do i wish more people would use the interrobang.

so today i bought myself a couple of skinny neckties from the fabulous cyberoptix tie lab and i am all kinds of excited:



hotttttttttttt.

as i write this book, i keep visualizing it as being really filmic, but the more i think about it, it would make a terrible film. it's all full of memories, flashbacks and introspection, and would therefore either be two hours of voice-over narration or a seemingly unconnected series of scenes and images with almost no dialogue.

but my goodness, it would have a wicked soundtrack.

ok, that's it. happy belated birthday to me, i'm getting a piercing. in my ear.

because why? because i'm crazy like that.

also, out of some kind of perverse curiosity, i decided to see if i could find a copy of the recorded output (all two singles!) of ricky gervais' short-lived early 80s new wave band, seona dancing. found one copy of their collected works from some ebay seller in singapore, and it arrived here a few days ago.

and holy fuck, i love it. cheesy? a little bit, but actually quite good musically, and ricky has the 80s new wave man voice down hardcore. i don't know why, but something just struck me listening to this band, like these are my anthems, like i get it, and they just feel, somehow, good.

no clue what i'm talking about? their single "more to lose" is now playing on my myspace page.

i've been feeling stupidly new-wave-ish of late. for serious. i don't even feel comfortable wearing my flared trousers outside of the house anymore, and i'm seriously contemplating asking my stylist to make my haircut a little more asymmetrical again, and i'm even thinking of maybe (maaaaaaaaybe) getting an ear pierced, and wearing a dangly earring and shirts with skinny ties. i think that would be hot.

what the hell is wrong with me?

you totally know you want to check out all my fun new photographs chronicling my very expensive weekend in toronto, among other things.



also, big thanks to everybody who actually showed up to my birthday thing last night, and thanks to robyn and becky for the wicked good journal, and kirsten for the cutest card ever, and crystal for the candles and the pack of cloves!

(clearly, that girl gets me like none other.)

it's my birthday, woohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

actually, so far it's been pretty anticlimactic. oh well.

Edmund Husserl

You scored 27 realism, 33 rationalism, 33 materialism, and 33 atomism!

Your philosopher is Edmund Gustav Albrecht Husserl, (April 8, 1859 - April 26, 1938), philosopher, was born into a Jewish family in Prostějov (Prossnitz), Moravia, Czech Republic (then part of the Austrian Empire). He is known as the "father" of phenomenology.

You concentrate on the ideal, essential structures of consciousness. You think that that the world of objects is normally conceived of in what he called the "natural attitude", which is characterized by a belief that objects themselves have certain properties and in seeing these objects we come to understand what is inherent in them.

Link: The Philosophy Test written by Datamouse on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

also,



gimme.

also, it's my birthday on friday, so instead of buying me stuff, buy my stuff!

anthony, i told you i was blogging this!

see?

i learned how to line dance tonight, and people kept trying to buy me shooters, i kept not letting them, because drinking makes me more depressed than i already always am, so i try not to drink. so i didn't. then i ate chinese food and mostly i just wanted to go home.

now i am home, and it feels good. i like being home.

sean hennessey rocks my pants off.

yup. i ain't got no pants. they've been rocked off. *nods*

apparently i'm going to some bars tonight. i don't really do going to bars. this should be, uhh... interesting.

next week, i am going to bake muffins. bran muffins. with dates, and banana, and probably some nuts thrown in. i am stupidly excited about this.

there is moth banging into my window. it's kind of freaking me out. i think this means it's time to put the lights out.

tomorrow should be good. i should write. lots. that will be good.

seven random facts about me, as tagged by kristina/inaluxe:

1. in 2003, i wrote a novel. it's safely tucked away in my hard drive, never to see the light of day again.
2. i often feel like i'm trapped in the middle of a jane austen novel. i'd really like if things could take their course and i could just hook up with alan rickman, but instead i just keep being bombarded with heartbreaking revelations.
3. i love my studies, even though they give me panic attacks; i love my day job, even though the cd cleaner gives me a rash and i think i'm allergic to the building; and i love my etsy shop, even if it's hemorrhaging money.
4. at least 75% of my wardrobe is black.
5. i don't have a driver's license, and have no desire to get one.
6. every time i see one of those commercials where they list the symptoms of some terrible disease, i become convinced that i have it.
7. i floss.

my face is finished
my body's gone
and i can't help but think
standing up here in all this applause
and gazing down at all the young and the beautiful
with their questioning eyes
that i must above all things love myself
that i must above all things love myself
that i must above all things love myself

oh nick, how i love you.

in other news, i impulsively spent over $200 on fashionable boots and sandals yesterday. what am i, a girl? ($250 guess boots for $49.99? how could i not?)

(hooray for lazy reposts when i don't feel like writing something completely different in each of my 3496809 blogs!)

again with the OH MY GOD HA!

ooooh, scary

OH MY GOD HA!

yeah, that's me.

*facepalm*

in other news, i've been reading chunks of my new book aloud to trustworthy people, and i'm interested to see the suppositions they come up with from the tiny bits of information i give in the writing. i wonder, did i write an unintentionally gendered protagonist? i hope that doesn't mean the writing is bad. :|

i'm not writing enough.

watched the first 45 minutes of annie hall this afternoon. i don't know what it is precisely about that film, but i can't seem to go six months without watching it.

hellooooooooooo internet!

and just how are we on this very delightful day?

i watched an entire season of the good life and baked cookies. thin, crispy-chewy chocolate mint cookies, no less. strayed just far enough from the recipe to make them really cracking good too.

i am a domestic goddess.

also, buy my stuff so i can make more stuff. also, 5 pages into my book! (doesn't sound like a huge deal, but i'm stoked nonetheless.) still debating giving the protagonist a surname though.