snarkylush: July 2005

i dare say this ok go video is a hell of a lot funnier than the one i extra'd in.

SWAMP ASS!

that's really all i have to say. oh yeah, the video i was an extra in can be seen here. i am in it for 1.5 seconds at 1:07. keyboard player is such eye candy.

ps, bulgarian coworker put a sweater on upon walking into the office. it's bloody 109 degrees!

you know what shits me?

when guys at the gym lift their shirts up to check out their abs. you can just tell the dialogue that's going on in their heads. "oh yeah, i'm sooo hot. i would do me." girls, on the other hand, are wondering if their butts look big.

so sad

i just found out that a high school classmate of mine died yesterday from bone marrow cancer. he was diagnosed less than a year ago. it makes me feel really weird. on one hand, i really didn't know him at all - but our school is really small so you do kind of know everyone. still, it makes me feel really sad. it's so fucked up when a peer dies. this guy was brilliant, like genius brilliant. you could tell he was going to go on and do great things. i'm lucky not to have had anyone really close to me die yet. i knew this other guy who died a few years ago from an aneurysm. he was 22. live life to the fullest, kiddies. you never know when shit's going to hit the fan.
oh yeah, there were also the twins who both passed away. i only found out about it last summer, but it happened a few years ago. one twin OD'd and the other couldn't come to terms with it, and committed suicide on valentine's day to be found by his girlfriend. what's up wheatley 99, why you gotta be dropping like flies?

suggestions?

assuming i go to sf in early october and use 5 days of vaca, i will have 6 days left to go away, probably in november or december. i'm drawing a blank and need help. where would be a cool place to go at that time of the year.. in the continental us, canada, mexico, caribbean, central america? basically somewhere closeby and relatively easy on the wallet. i will also probably be going alone as i doubt any friends will conveniently have the same vaca and money lying around.

celebrity cha cha cha

naomi watts was in my yoga class yesterday. she was very tiny and unassuming, and i didn't even notice her until the class was halfway through. i think she's probably a private student of my teacher's. it's always cool when a celebrity will go to a public class like a normal person. she was thin but not in a sickly way, and her face was makeup free and looked how a regular 30-something woman's face should look, not all botoxed out like her bff, kidman, who seems to have trouble just raising her eyebrows. i dunno, i like her and thought she was lovely. she was tucked away in the corner and laughed at elena's jokes. i definitely do not believe the recent gawkerisms about her throwing hissyfits - i mean, she is australian and they have like a natural built-in repellant against that star bullshit. totally ripping off an idea that has been done on other blogs, but here's a work-in-progress list of my sightings in ny:
dave grohl, at a queens show
benjamin bratt and family
lizzie grubman <--should she even count?
britney spears - 99% sure it was her, walking around washington square park. i didn't even realize it might have been her until after walking past her, but i remember a white shirt and short shorts. lo and behold, there were pics of her the next day in the tabloids in the same outfit, shopping in soho.
chloe sevigny, ultimate butterface, waiting for the bathroom at m f
stanford from sex and the city at jfk
bono and the edge at babbo
helena christensen in all her super model glory in yoga class
russell simmons, my yoga buddy
kimora lee, not quite there yet
dude from 'kids' who slapped his dick around, outside a skateshop on lafayette
carlos d - too many times. ew.
james iha - please let me stop running into you and your gross bleached hair. shudder.
felix from the sounds - hahaha, what a story
albert from the strokes - as awkward looking as you'd think, but tall
one of the twins from blonde redhead, looking good for 40 odd years
alan cumming
rocco dispirito
jocelyn wildstein - as scary as you'd think
nick zinner - many times
bjork
ethan hawke
michael stipe
one of the blonde redhead twins
jared leto
tracy ullmann
patricia field
minni driver
gael garcia bernal!
let's not get into all the musicians i purposely tried to meet in high school. the list would get way too long and embarrassing.

more to come later, i'm sure

wedding crashers

go see it. so funny. i scored myself a free ticket. the dude in front of me at the machine, i'm guessing, dipped his card, saw the movie he wanted was sold out, and walked away without pressing exit/end. i went up and it spewed a ticket out for me. lesson is, kids, always press exit/end after dipping your card. i feel guilty, but just a tiny bit. butterscotch stallion still has a weird penis nose, but his hair throughout the movie was hot.

kelly osbourne's sleeping in nothing is such a guilty pleasure.

what!

do you think you're doing!

i'm probably going to get my ass kicked one of these days, taking these photos huh? when i'm drunk, subtlety isn't the first thing on my mind. also, i'm usually pointing and laughing maniacally.

no please don't kill me

this is too good not to post. an im conversation with anonymous...

I need to get some hobbies that I am not embarrassed to tell people I first meet.
"Well I'm a semi-pro poker player and enjoy getting high and watching HBO shows"
"I have no passion to work anywhere but hate my job; and I don't really give a crap about politics"
"Currently, my life revolves around zone chefs and trying to lose weight I've slowly gained for the last 4 years"
What a catch right?

of course you are!
(ps, you forgot perusing the banana republic sale pages and exfoliating)

boozy brunch!

last week i had brunch 3 times. what decadence! the best was the boozy brunch deal: $15 for good food and 3 mimosas, bloody maries, or screwdrivers (yes you can mix). it can't be beat, and it got rid of the hangover straightaway. the brunch club thus far has consisted mostly of me and kt. the rest of you all are missing out, and i don't know what you're waiting for.

also, i am IN LOVE with my new pharmacy. i had such rite aid woes and refuse to go back even though it's by far the closest option for me. not only is the new place fast, but the pharmacist is like a 25 year old dude with tats. hot! soooo, fuck off rite aid!

i want to die

oh lovely day. walking around the city in 100+ degree humid stickiness with a quasi-hangover is a treat. fun times!! this weather is fucking killing me. dehydrated doesn't even begin to describe it. last week was really nice - i worked 2.5 days. wednesday me and kt played a little hooky and had brunch and went to a little-known beach. mind you, it was raining and cold.. but we went to the beach! and 20 minutes after sitting down, the sun came out and it was awesome. we polished off a bottle of vodka and drunk beach yoga ensued. i discovered what it's like to be drunk for 12 hours straight after going home and then pretty much right back out to play a show. more fun times. the next day, naturally, i was much too hungover and tired to go to work. so i didn't. boss was on vacation and.. i don't give a shit about my job. for xtina's birthday, i was a goddamn shot machine. next time, i'm going to need someone to watch out for me and smack my hand when it reaches for the wallet. of course, when i'm drunk, 4 different shots intermixed with beer seem like a brilliant idea. i'm a fucking genius.

and... last night. companies are so evil when they plan open barties on a monday night. would it be so hard to make it thursday instead? i know i'll be suffering the rest of the week trying to recover in subtle ways. so now i down seltzer, which i just sprayed all over my desk area.

i've also been taking $100 out on an average of every 2-3 days the past couple weeks. please make this stop. i'm a poor girl and have no idea where it goes, besides for buying multiple shots. if this doesn't stop, i'm going to have to put myself under house arrest.

last night

i had a dream in which 13 of my teeth fell out. this is a recurring dream for me. if you don't know, teeth in dreams signify:

"Teeth" in the dream world are most often an archetypal image of the dreamer's sense of confidence and competence in the waking world. Dreaming that there is something amiss with my teeth usually points to insecurities about my ability to "get my teeth into it," or maybe I've "bitten off more than I can chew." Ironically, the very fact that you remember such a dream is a reliable indicator that the you, the dreamer, can deal creatively and transformatively with the problems that life presents.

stress much about what passes for my career? maybe just a bit.

my ipod needs an injection

is it possible to have roughly 4,500 songs on my ipod... and not want to listen to any of them? obviously very. i'm bored with my ipod. nothing i've downloaded recently has excited me. art brut, maximo park, hot chip, clap your hands say yeah, ghostland observatory, blablabla. suggestions???

vacation, or lack thereof

i've got 11 days of vacation left in the year at this job. i'd like to go away before quitting. even better would be a nice 2 week vacation in between jobs, but i highly doubt that will happen. americans are so shit about vacation. i'm deciding right now between:
san francisco - had such an awesome time i was there last, and is definitely the cheapest choice.
finland - to see k. i know she'd take me out like ridiculous. we'd also have to make the hop across the water to stockholm for some yummy swedish boy love.
london/paris - got 2 friends in england i'd love to see, but this is a distant 3rd due to being more expensive than i can afford.

other places i want to go, but will never happen in the near future:
spain
amsterdam - i have distant family here = a place to crash
thailand - my family was thisclose to going here a few years ago. how fucking amazing?
japan - holy sushi heaven
australia/nz - whenever i'd be available for another 5 week vacation, b/c that's how long i'd want to spend here
south italy and greece
south america - yeah, eventually

i smell like salad dressing

because i had a salad dressing explosion in my bag and it seeped onto my clothes. so i get a waft of sour every now and then. this is really fucking gross and i don't recommend it. the stink is pretty reminescent of my bulgarian coworker's bo. she has some serious sour stench going on. now i know it's not awfully common to wear deodorant in eastern europe. in fact i remember when we were in russia, our tour guide's bo was so bad my family was contemplating buying her a stick of deodorant from the pharmacy. seriously.

here are some remainders:

i couldn't help myself, part 2

could this possibly be the same guy from the july 4 bbq? decide for yourself.

amazingly enough, i think i found his long-lost cousin, at the big day out in australia of all places!

one of them weird san franciscans. need i say more?

time for an embarrassing confession: i think i love the discovery health channel. they have some really fascinating programming. check it out if you get it. speaking of health, i feel some sniffles coming on. i guess i should be.. grateful? to my poor immune system. the last time i was sick was in april, which has got to be a record in past years.

i don't know if i should laugh or cry

i'm on lastnightsparty. this happened after i had read a little expose on bronques on myspace. turns out he uses photography as an excuse to feel girls up in a very bad way. i'm sure this is the only way he can get any action, seeing as his name is merlin and he has a crazyshit weave going on. anyway, the pic is here under morrissey park. i'm making a stupid face because i don't know what to do except smile in pictures, and hipsters don't smile dammit! i was pretty uncomfortable and getting my bitch slap ready in case he tried any funny business or suggested a "photo shoot" in the bathroom. he goes for chicks showing some skin. i need to buckle down and use my so-called sewing "skills" to fix the shirt. then i won't look like a skanky ho.

i'd also like to give big ups to the guy who ran after me on the street on friday. congrats for actually doing something and not being a wuss, waiting to post an MC the next day.

there's also this:

can you believe

i read all the blogs on my blogroll every fucking day. i'm that busy at work. also, does draino work? my bathroom sink is unhappy.

lushy weekend

i managed to pass out not once, but twice this weekend. i was in fine form indeed. yesterday i hit up a big rooftop to-do with N and it ended up being awesome fun. we didn't realize that it was a huge capitalist venture, and that the $10 cover didn't include beer and bbq. we didn't like this one bit and had to ask permission at the door to go to the atm. doorprick was a prick-and-a-half and gave us a 15 minute time limit. wanker. before getting money, we stopped by a bar where N knew the bartender and pooled our collective fortune together ($14 me, $9 N) to get a shot or two. we had 4 shots each in under 10 and headed back to the party in a much better mood. i managed to maintain my buzz all night and then some. i.. did the chickendance (ohmygod) which, from my memory, consisted of rubbing butts with the dude doing the dance. he seemed really thrilled to find a dancing partner. saw the fireworks, which seemed to go on for 15 minutes. hey mmh came out and seemed to have fun! the bands sucked but that's ok. and, like a cherry on top, i had a HE sighting. ah, eyecandy. i took plenty of pictures, not of us having fun, but of the fashion victims. so i now present to you,

the williamsburg fashion parade
(shut up, i was drunk when i took these)

i tried many a time to capture gypsy woman's splendor. well, check out the tights. and the dude with assymetrical shorts. taking the assymetry to a new level!