Friend Of Mine

So one day, long ago (ok maybe a tad over a year) somebody told me I resembled Lily Allen. This was back when I had long straight hair, blunt cut bangs, and slightly better skin.

This person was also a bit tipsy and I looked extra fab that night. Nevertheless I took the complement, but didn't believe her.

I really don't see any resemblance, Lily is thin, fabulous, and totally gorgeous. Someone who I don't want to mention, who should have told me they thought I looked better than Lily, told me it was just because of the hair and she was far cuter than I was. (which is why he's no longer my boyfriend)

But anyway, only recently did I realize that clean, sober me, looks like smoking, drunk, cracked out Allen.

Ohhhhhh, there's the resemblance.







Lily Allen
Alright, Still

Creepin Up The Backstairs

I have this friend, and every time she comes over you can hear her as soon as she opens the door on the bottom floor. She comes pounding up the stairs and beats on the door. Each and every time. Well, every other time, she just throws the door open, stomps in and proceeds to beat on my bedroom door until I call for her to open it. Which she doesn't hear most of the time because her banging is too loud.

Anyway, the other night I hear her coming up the stairs to my back door, which is in my kitchen. I get up and open the door before her fist can even touch it. She's standing there, out of breath. At first I think it's because of the stairs, the stairs leading to my back door are so tiny somebody over 200 pounds probably couldn't fit up them, and they spiral so sharply anyone will run out of breath on them. I notice she's angry. She slams her hand on the wall and leans against it, "FUCK HIM!" she yells.

Oh no, boy drama, is the first thing I think. Turns out it is boy drama, but more like transgender boy drama. R lives at our apartment building. My friend falls for anyones shitty ways every single time. Apparently she loaned him and a few friends $100 to get into a club, but once they got to the door she didn't have her ID. R and his friends went inside without her.

"I am SO PISSED OFF!" she yells and I just stand there staring with the door cracked open, for some odd reason my roomate has string hanging from the shelf in the kitchen to the window, which is blocking the door and creating a trip wire for anyone who is 5'8" and taller. I hear a familiar creaking sound behind her and she turns around, our RA is standing there giving us 'the face'. He never really says anything when anybody is doing anything wrong, he just walks up to them and gives them this disapproving look and you know you've done wrong.

My friend spins on her heel and quietly makes her way down the stairs, he just stares at me for a second, I give him my "You know I never make noise, so stop giving me the look" smile. He grins and says, "Riiiigghhhtt" and shuts his door.

It's so weird every time I see him. Why is there this extreme awkwardness?

Fratellis
Costello Music

State of the Union

I meant to put this in the last post, but oh well. I do believe it deserves it's very own post.

This video is amazing:

http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1888086






Rise Against
Siren Song of the Counter Culture

Franco Un-American

It's election day!

I voted for Obama.

Election day at Art School in a city that is devoted to Barack Obama. Nothing like it. I sat in the Sleeze N Slime (which is our school's cafe) eating lunch and watching everybody run around with their Obama buttons, and just a couple McCain buttons.

All I could hear was yelling. We're all pretty stubborn people at this school. What can I say? We're art students. I didn't feel like finding anybody to argue with over why I love Obama so much. I attempted to listen to everyone else's arguments but there was no way that was happening.

People were crowded by the mailboxes stuffing Obama and McCain pictures in our mailboxes, my school is having this big election party tonight. They are serving hot dogs and apple pie. What could be more American? I'm so happy (dripping with sarcasm) that the most American of foods are both unappetizing. Everyone is going to watch election coverage. My roomate is going just to hoard free food.

Which means my apartment shall smell of hot dogs and apples for the next month.

Ew. I think I'd rather live with Sarah Palin for a month.

NOFX