mouth of the year

that's me! that's what the dentist said since, fingers crossed, i have no cavities.

ahhhh

I can die somewhat happy now. Last night I saw gael garcia bernal on the street. He was just as gorgeous as I thought he'd be!

atp in pics

sunset rubdown



explosions in the sky





dinosaur jr





the national



stars of the lid





animal collective





broken social scene









broken social scene and friends

my weekend of losing things

pretty impressive, really.

friday night
bag (found)
jacket (found)

sunday night
earplugs
most expensive photobooth pics ever ($8)

ADDENDUM: makeup brush. shit's expensive!

my harrowing experinece

I'm never flying out of newark again. I left my apt at 5:30 to catch my 8:25 flight, via subway up to bryant park and then the newark airport express. I get to 42 at 6. There's supposed to be a 6:05. It never came. Neither did the 6:20. I was starting to panic at that point and jumped in a cab, who refused to take me to nj because he said it would take 2 hours and his shift ended at 8. He did take me down the block for 5 dollars tho. Back at the bus stop waiting waiting waiting. I called the cursed company twice and the woman said she had no way of reaching the drivers. What kind of bus co doesn't have walkie talkies?! She also insisted the bus was late because of traffic, which is BULLSHIT because in the hour I and 3 other people were waiting, we saw multiple mta, nj transit, ferry, and other airport service buses pass by. I'm a fucking professional at what buses go along 42 now. The bus comes at 7. There were 4 fucking buses that never came. I already called the airline and knew that my flight was the last one out and resolved I'd be spending the night at the aiport or at a friend's...

I told the driver I'd waited an hour, and at port authority he started lecturing me about how I could have taken all the completely UNMARKED buses in front of us. One guy who'd waited 40m lost it and basically told him to stfu and drive. I got to newark at 8. Assholes yelled at me for slipping under the barricade. At the desk, I was told it took 45m for the bag to get to the plane. Fine whatever I asked for the next morning's flights but this absolute ANGEL of a man took over and went through security with me (I had to chuck my sharps but umm nothing else), got one of those airport golf carts, and whisked me to the terminal. Seriously whoever this guy is, I love you! You are an amazing person! Newark airport express blows in the shittiest way. They can kiss my ass.

Ok I am drinking heavily tonight. The end.

a cool site and more

this site gives examples of different accents. i haven't had time, but when i do i'm going to listen to long island, queens, brooklyn, ny, and jersey to get to the bottom of it all.

also, i'm done with my first semester! off i go to london tomorrow to party my pants off.

ugh

stabbing on a train at 10:30 in the morning? yes, i was on that train. who does that, seriously. i was still drunk when i arrived at the museum due to last night's activities. also made a point of stopping at moma to check out design and the elastic mind before it closed. i wish i'd been able to go on a weekday with 2 hours to spare, and not having gone to another museum right before. brain drain!

on an unrelated note, art school eh? it's normal for kids to go to class drunk and stoned? yesterday the french dude came into class totally wasted. on what, i'm not sure. definitely drunk as my friend said he reeekd (like me this morning!), put a big sequined butterfly in his hair, and started wandering around the room, touching people and saying random things very loudly. he also winked very slowly and did air kisses. i thought it was e since he was so touchy-feely, but one of his friends said it was coke. sadly, i can see doing that in order to work through the night to get your work done. all in all, it was hilarious (tho he did get slightl annoying) and i was entertained.