Went to a Make Believe loft party. Had fun. The end.

Make Believe











Alex is a Mike Jones Ring Tone



Best Costume Ever





















Smallest ass ever.



Of course there were some playboy bunnies.























Nott happy? There are more here

Kalamazoo I will be going through you at around 4:15, wave at my train.

Detroit, see you tonight. .

My apartment is cute



My car is fucked.



I mostly just hang out with this moron all day



I danced a little bit



Went to a haunted house

This is somewhere in my house right now. I am scared.

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no shit. This last week has been a doozy.



car hit by SUV, face ran into someone else's car, car broken into, car battery dead, car perma spare tire, amazing friends very hurt by a hit and run, making dumb mistakes, and missing platonic spooning friends.

I summed it up, pictures coming soon.

I have been doing things



( click me for spicy )

I also moved into my new house
I like it
But I still seem to live at 2112
Elliot is missing
Help me find him

Wednesday has always been my favorite day of the week

Now with $3 Burgers and $4 Martinis, the day just got magical.













I am currently homeless for the week, but thankfully I have a ton of amazing friends that let me crash, (and let my cat crash as well, thanks Sonja!)
I went to NY, took a lot of polaroids, rode mopeds, drank sparks and had a blast.
This weekend I will finally be living in my own apartment, and the week from hell will be over.
I am working on a photo show that will rock you sock off.
I met a boy that I am afraid I will never see again.

How many times a day, do I have to hear asinine comment about my body?

Case in point, just today:

1. I go to Peace, after work to have a few drinks with my coworkers. We sit by the window, some people stop by, inlcluding this man that I do not know. He prodeeds to talk to Tom, while I talk to Myles and Nick. After Myles and I leave the man immediatly says "She has some nice big little boodies". (1) Big, little, that makes no sense. (2) Fuck off, I don't know you at all.

2. Go home, ride my bike to Ginbucks to see Curt, Jody and the like. I get whistled at twice and then upon leaving am told again that I have "nice boobs".

3. Some how get talked into going to Nick's Beergarden (on my week off of drinking at that) and after getting honked at once on the way there (mind you it is less than a clock away) I get two comments on my breasts at the bar, and when I am leaving someone has the balls to say "Goodnight Titties".

Who do these people think they are!? Seriously! Am I supposed to be impressed? Flattered? What!? I have had breasts since I was in the 4th grade, I am so over it. As 2112 would say, I am so "post over it"! I do not try to show myself off, I do not in any way dress "sexy", because just imagine what would happen then!

I like to blame it on summer, because in Chicago in the summer you can't go anyehere without being honnked at, hollered at (ey ma'mi!), or cattcalled. But, unfortunatly, it isn't only the summer. When I had just moved here, (March), I was walking down North Ave one night and was honked at. The car then went around the block and came back, rolls down his wondow and says "I have $20". Mind you I was wearing a hoodie, backpack, jeans and converse Nothing revealing whatsoever. Do I look like a hooker? Seriously? What hooker walks around town in a black hoodie and jeans?

I am just so sick of this shit. I can't leave my house in a tshirt and jeans without being catcalled and hollered at by some sad assed 4am bar crawling dude! What did I do to deserve this!? I normally wouldn;t complain, but today, being slightly sober, I am irratated! Leave me alone! I want to go out, have fun and pretend none of you exist, but you are making it so hard!


Preeverts.

I had three days off work in a row this week. I managed to have the most amazing three days.

I got an amazing bicycle.
Kissed a cute boy.
Went to six flags.
Went to a disco.
At cheese curds two days in a row.
Went to Ikea.
Walked from Logan Square to my house in the pouring rain at 3am.
Saw all of my friends (I think, if I didn't see you this week and you live in Chicago, WTF)

So here are some pictures.

This week I am finally getting my security deposit back form my house in Kalamazoo, so I think I may buy a new digital camera.

SIX FLAGS!
Wasted in the middle of the day and roller coasters.






for some reason Alex is wearing a choker in that picture.

When Alex gets his camera back I will steal his awesome pictures.

Last night I went to Camp Gay for ther supposed Last Party.

I decided that it was a good idea for Sean and I to climb on top of the truck in the backyard. It was a good idea, it was a great idea.











meanwhile, back on the ground







and there I am, have to have at least one drunken picture of me and someone, in this case Tariq gets the honors.

What happens when you take:

A city you love +
New apartments +
Old friends +
New freinds +
Hugs +
Spontanious shows +
Bars where they know your name +
BFF conversations about boys and girls +
Text messages from new crushes +
Phone calls from someone you know you will marry eventually +
Amazing job +
Birthday wishes that go on for days +
Riding your moped home as it begins to rain +
Coming home and having a kitty cat love of your life follow after you around the house =

my life, and I love it!

Things are still looking up and up and up.
Come to work and watch my throw dough.



( Hop on the Rage Train! )

P.s. My Birthday is the 10th, as in Wednesday, as in The Day After Tomorrow. So I have two questions, no, three.

1. What are we doing?
2. What did you get me?
3. How many times are we going to kiss?

Oh yeah, and I also managed to squeeze into my week getting lost is a construction site downtown, convincing a limo driver to drive us to Navy Pier, buying a changing color horse shirt, and ride in a space ship.

michigan is:

having 9 kids from the Chi on the lake swimming, frisbeeing, jumping, laughing and rocking out to the beach boys drinking wine coolers.

being in a room and feeling like you are in a time warp

seeing flaming hackey sack

bonfires

hot tubs with Jake Daley, Steve Cooper and Rodney Fodnaw

being reminded of when you drove your car off the cliff in Jake's driveway, when Rodney taught you to drive stick shift on Milford backroads and when you wrote that sweet song about Bruse Lee with Nickjones and Cooper;

realizing that Michigan is a nice place to visit actually, you just wouldn't want to live here

if only those small few motherfuckers would grow up

but I did give this town less credit than it deserved...

Chicago reached record high temperatures this weekend, and you know how I spent the day? Lollapafuckinglooza. Lollapalooza 2005.

You know how many bands I watched?

Two.

You know what I did?

I watched people.
SO many people,
so much watching to do.

Where did these people come from?

I want to share with you some of the cream of the crop of people that you never knew existed.




( so epic )

When I first got there on Saturday I was so tired and confused and overwhelmed. Three people tried to sell me acid on my walk from the bike racks (where my moped ran out of gas) to the front gates, I must have looked like I really needed it (however that looks). When I got inside and got to my volunteer station I was so out of it. I walked around and over to the stage they had set up where bands performed all day for the little kids. Who walks on stage? Gaddamn Perry Ferrell. He did a 15 minute set for the 10 and under kids. And yes, he did sing Pets.



On day two I watched the two bands I saw. Tegan and Sara and The Arcade Fire. Sara got heatstroke 1/2 way through the set, and the Arcade First put on the best live show I have seen in a really really long time. They performed in full suits and dresses despite the 100+ degree day.



I also caught Billy Idol checking out with girl's titties.



Saturday night I headed out to the after party at the Double Door. It was fun and not packed, although I heard at one point there were about 40 people outside trying to get in that were not on the RSVP list. Unfortunatly most of the people I knew who were on the list, didn't even show up. Blonde Redhead played, Mark Cobrasnake took photos, and we danced and raided the VIP section of beer.


blonde redhead



( VIP )

After Double Door closed we headed across the street to Johnny's party. It was dying down, so we brought the party with us. The fog machine was intense.





( goth? )

Now to just sit in my air conditioned bedroom and nap.

Detroit this weekend.

For more photos of this weekend you can also check out Cobrasnake and LastNightsParty.

(Cobrasnake photos should be up today at some point, and Molly is sexy all over Last Night's Party.

Tonight Peddy Cash rode all around town. We hit up lower Wacker and then stopped at the big fancy schmancy McDonalds downtown.

In case you haven't heard Nigel is famous now, as he was the big star on some Fox tv show last night. He was also on Access Hollywood today and had an interview with US Weekly and was in the Red Eye and shit today.





So of course Nigel is using it to his full advantage. He was straight up breakdancing in McDonalds for free parfaits. Some bum bumrushed us (oh snap am i funny or what?), at the gas station and made Nigel give him his autograph, hugged him and danced around. This shit it funny.

I have only lived here for, wait,

138 days,
3,312 hours,
198,720 minutes.
11,923,200 seconds.

In those 11.923,200 seconds I have made myself the most amazing memories and friends.

I feel like I have lived here my entire life. Months have passed and I find myself splashing in the full moon, as wet as I could possibly get in the same place where months ago I was bundled up and practicing my freestyle walking, applying for the job I now have and missing the newest episode of the O.C. The same place where one year ago I was walking around with a long gone friends admiring handcrafted arts, not knowing that in less than a year I would be living down the street.

I find myself being the type of person who cannot be tied down. The person terrifisd of living a life of patterns. Those who have known me for years know that I used to be the exact opposite.

Everytime I write here, now that I have no scanner or digital camera to show how my life is going and show how I feel at the moment, I wind up coming home at 4:30am and trying to put it into words. It is impossible.

I thrive on photographs.

today has been a dream.

Here are the facts.

wake up
make breakfast for cute boy
walk into thrift store and Don't Stop Believing started right on cue
buy cute new dress
photobooth pictures!

and it's only 2:30!!!

beach time!

there is no reason for me to still feel this way.

since moving to chicago I have done a lot.
I am a human.
I am grown.

I have made so many new friends
I can parallel park like a pro
I do things on my own
I can take innitiative.

You use your stupid cocky put downs to make me feel bad.
Even when I shouldn't

I don't know why the only time I write in here is when you put me down.


I met a boy
He is my secret.
I fixed my moped.
It is fast.
I found a roommate
She is a perfect fit.
I have a job
I love going to work.

Things are great.
What you think doesn't matter.

This roller coaster is going too fast.

I love my job.
I crush that boy.
I heart my friends.

but...

ugh
nevermind

I love this shit

oh yeah, this is my job!

things don't come in threes anymore, they come in twos, and really fast too.

free lollapalooza tixkets
amazing job

flat bike tire
lost ulock