so all you bitches
i'm sitting in my bed doing absolutely nothing at all but i went to sephora and spent a fuckload and now i have shiny pink and purple nails and green hair and i'm feeling very pleased with myself even though i can feel myself slowly slipping into brokeness. in winter after geraldine comes and goes i'll be going to london and vienna and that should be pretty damn awesome. yesterday i went to max brennar's with julio for brunch, and then hung out with fo and nezzy at columbia watching hilarious british men try not to get killed while driving across amerika with their junk cars, and had our own version of thanksgiving dinner. what the fuck is thanksgiving anyway? well we had stuffing and sausages and mushrooms and eggnog and apple pie with key lime gelato and vanilla bean ice cream and kahlua and it was brill (refer to facebook for illustration). the day before, ended class early and felt a puzzling sense of loss - the notion of free time, what is this thing they call free time? i almost broke down contemplating that concept, but instead i bounced around and helped lizzy pack her shit into her mom's car, and then coloured my hair. all! on! mah! owhn! for all of ten minutes i was blonde and had no one to share it with, but the next time i colour my hair i will be wiser. in the evening julio and i hunted down some sushi at st mark's place, and it was crazily cheap and good, huh how is that possible in new york city huh? and i so need to get out more, who knew, who knew just behind my art building, the building i go to every single fucking day of my school life, was this awesome street full of restaurants and jappy things and a comic bookstore and did you know, that absolute death is out? i had to turn around and walk quickly out the door before i spent money i couldn't afford to spend.
of course that's a rather moot point since i spent almost exactly that amount today on nail polish and my face, oh foundation but such a beautiful box of face. because, really, who walks around with green hair and no shocking pink eyeshadow? not i, said the mish. i know exactly what i should be doing now, in a minute i will do it, but right now, all this free time is driving me insane, i don't think i've been so clear-headed for a while now, what a euphoric moment! anyway if you haven't watched amadeus you totally should, i thought it was going to be some stuffy old movie about some stuffy old composer but it blew my mind. all these crazy geniuses, must you be crazy to be a genius? i don't think so but why do i keep feeling as if i'm turning into her. oh well. and next wednesday i'll be watching imogen heap and tim exile at webster hall, what fun, what 66 dollars, what a life. today we was going to go to the moma to see the tim burton exhibition but julio fell sick in the morning, the poor melodramatic boi lol, so we didn't go. instead, i finally had a taste of au bon pain, the french bakery on the corner, and uploaded my photos from forever ago and yesterday, and walked around the christmas street market on union square, it's lovely, i must go again, and raced the xiao long bao six blocks to see who gets cold first. i miss ding tai fung and crystal jade too damn fucking much.
tomorrow i shall take an nyc bus for the first time to staten island and go shopping again, i can't get enough of this shit. okay i could go on forever but i probably shouldn't. i love all of you at home. which is why i still can't understand why i'm not coming back this christmas, but well. see you in fucking may.