scary scary boo.

It's Halloween. Old Hallows Eve. And boy do I not care. I honestly don't think I've been excited since that one Halloween that I was Jasmine and my sister had to hem my costume pants (that was the only year I ever got a store bought costume, too). It's never really tickled my fancy because I'm not made of money to buy chain-mail so that I can be this:

But even when you're rich and you try to recreate that look it fails. See exhibit A:

I really just want today to continue looking like this:

p.s. what cauldron did the abundance of "sexy" themed costumes bubble up from this year? great, now I want to watch Double Bubble Boil and Trouble (Which is actually titled, Double Double Toil and Trouble) starring the Olsen Twins.


Rule #1

Chances are, if and when I decide to leave my toothbrush at your house, our "relationship" is about to end.

Maybe it's because I've begun to spend enough time with you / sleep at your house enough to say, "fuck it, I'm just going to pop this in the medicine cabinet... for tomorrow." Or maybe it's because when you see it, you're so freaked out by my (sometimes rapidly) increased comfort level you decide to stop answering my texts and calls. Or maybe I'm just making all of this up. Either way it happens, and it's happening. This occurrence has left me singing The Mighty Mighty Bosstones' "Where Did You Go?" for the last two days. Great.

I'm moving to Atwater Village soon, which is this quaint little neighborhood near Los Feliz and Glendale. It's half a block away from where I work, which will cut traveling expenses and increase sleeping time. It's going to be really nice to have my own space again, as I've been sharing since the glory days of Alumni Village. I can't wait to come home, close my door and play my music.

People have told me that it takes about 6 months to become acclimated to living in Los Angeles. It took one month for the excitement to wear off; two more months for the homesickness to bottom out; one month of counting down to a trip home and one week in NY to make me realize that memories are fantasies. I move into my new place, officially, on my six month anniversary- which, coincidentally, is my birthday.



I bought myself a present today.

a marc jacobs delight

I went to the DC store yesterday and hung out with the dudes for like a half hour. The manager gave me his card and is now going to allow me to use his discount. That means I'm going back for these:

The high-tops on the right; those see-thru soles make me want to never wear them. The collection came out in early July but went under my radar, since I normally don't care about DCs.

For a hows-my-life note:
I started working at a bakery in Atwater Village. Their specialty is bread, so I get to carbo-load as much as I want to; I now know how to make coffee drinks and am a master of foaming milk.

I have one friend and honestly, she's more awesome than 10 people combined. "Quality vs. quantity."




As of this upcoming Sunday, I can say that I've lived in Los Angeles for four months. Roughly 120 days have passed since I've seen most of my closest friends and my family. I'll be home in 4 days, riding the subway (and my bike!!) again, and though I'm pumped about it- I'm really happy that it's just a vacation.

You see, turns out that blind date I went on has got this little ball in my head rolling. It was pleasurable night out, but don't get me wrong, Prince Charming is not the reason I already can't get back to LA... Actually, I finally feel motivated. Moments ago, I went over the reasons why any budding relationship wouldn't work out. To be honest, my life is really unimpressive. I live with my best-friend's parents, for free. You know what else starts with free? Freeloader. Frankly, all I have under my belt is that I moved across the country on a whim. Big whoop. If you had no sense, you'd do it too.

But it just happened. I just had the big daydream: I have to get my own place. I need to pay rent again. I need to go grocery shopping (with my own money) again. A queen size bed. Beer in my fridge. Walls to fill with art. A cluttered sink, all of my own. I've never been good at needing anybody else. Dependence is depressing.

NY see you soon, but after that, this vacation is over. Los Angeles, I think I live here now. Just the thought put me in a good mood.