Spidarachnaphobeflame

This camel spider is about as terrifyingly badass as it gets. Imagine the weight of this thing. Now that I've been staring at it this long it's almost cute. Like a pokemon. I'll call it Spidarachnaphobeflame.

James

I want to climb into that sweater and live there forever. He still needs to be wearing it, of course.

Fall came straight out of left field and suddenly my feet and body are freezing. I'm clashing all different kinds of flannel in an attempt to stay warm. I've run out of hair ties and have my hair pinned back with an old paintbrush. The lights are somewhat low and Jon Brion's playing in the background. How romantic.

I'm imagining pumpkins and little christmas lights. Early nightfall. Cold, crisp winds, worthy of hot cider. Sidewalks covered in leaves.

The holidays always seem like they'll be wonderful. I always forget about the stresses of Christmas shopping and the great expectations of a jolly ole' time. My family's pretty small. I hope all goes well this year.

Andrew W.K. is playing a show this week at Largo with the Calder quartet. 25 dollars. Imagine how interesting it'll be to see his music with a classical edge. I kinda wish I could go, but I've got all different kinds of projects due in printmaking and sculpture the following week. Procrastinating.

I really need to expand my social horizons. Birthday party this weekend in Isla Vista. Perhaps I'll get lucky and stumble into someone who'll remember my name after 5 minutes, and carry a legitimately interesting conversation for more than 10. I so desperately want some mental interaction; some good-intentioned, old-fashioned sarcasm and dry humor. IV is probably one of the last places to look for that. Oi.

I really have no idea how to get a point across to the XY chromosome. Female tactics of silent treatment and sarcasm do not come across and get you absolutely nowhere. My game's all dusty and tired.

Currently in need of someone to spend the holidays with. End note.

She doesn't look that bad here.

I'm in the process of learning the art of surface conversation. And during that process I'm listening to Karen O be all kinds of sassy and sexy. Something like a phenomena.

I wish I could just skip introductions and go straight to knowing what's up in this or that persons life.

Fuck I'm late for coffee.

Starting Over

Jessica's got Air playing in the background as I work on putting together this new blog. We've been skyping for the past 2 hours. She's in Milan. This is about as pathetically artsy as it gets.

I've decided to make a legit attempt at a slightly non-personal "oh-woe-is-me" online journal, so as not to bore you to tears.

I'm living in Santa Barbara now. A cat name Phillip's outside. I'm not sure how I feel about him; he's got quite the attitude, acts like he owns the place and literally peed on one of our curtains. Cat piss is probably the worst smell in the world.

It's beautiful here but I don't know anybody. I've been having crazy dreams. I wonder if it has to do with peanut butter.