Don't get your hopes up, I'm not going to get any better at posting here.
Saira graduated from UCLA today. YAY SAIRA!
Nordhoff school's out. Yay, Nordhoff kids. Congratulations grads!
Dan's in OSF this summer. Seeing Midsummer (which is basically the non-intellectual's version of The Tempest) in the Bowl starring friends from the Good Old Days is going to suck like whoa, especially knowing that there's no intern show this year. Not looking forward to it, but I have to go because I'm a good friend or something. And because, well, let's face it, the cheif export of our beloved O-town is Everyone Else's Business But Yours. ANYWAY.
I went thrift store shopping today and it was awesome. I got pants which I promptly cut up and put a home made stencil patch on. I also bought two pairs of shoes, one pair of plain black flats and one pair of black trim on pink with hearts and on the sole there are anarchy symbols. I recently made a descision not to buy anything with punk/anarchy connotations unless I could absolutely not avoid it because paying $60 for anti-capitalism merchandise from Hot Topic makes the ghost of Sid Vicious punch babies in the face, but since they were from a thrift store and less than $7.00 I decided my morals could stomach it. I also got this AMAZING black dress with little pink pink polkadots that makes my breasts look like grapefruits (eh, what are you gonna do?) and has this great formal punk quality to it. Then I bought some fishnet armwarmers at Wild Planet (I know, but I really don't know how to make those). I fear that this Punk/DIY phase will be the phase to end all phases. And I'm alright with that.
It's late. Fuck.
Nordhoff school's out. Yay, Nordhoff kids. Congratulations grads!
Dan's in OSF this summer. Seeing Midsummer (which is basically the non-intellectual's version of The Tempest) in the Bowl starring friends from the Good Old Days is going to suck like whoa, especially knowing that there's no intern show this year. Not looking forward to it, but I have to go because I'm a good friend or something. And because, well, let's face it, the cheif export of our beloved O-town is Everyone Else's Business But Yours. ANYWAY.
I went thrift store shopping today and it was awesome. I got pants which I promptly cut up and put a home made stencil patch on. I also bought two pairs of shoes, one pair of plain black flats and one pair of black trim on pink with hearts and on the sole there are anarchy symbols. I recently made a descision not to buy anything with punk/anarchy connotations unless I could absolutely not avoid it because paying $60 for anti-capitalism merchandise from Hot Topic makes the ghost of Sid Vicious punch babies in the face, but since they were from a thrift store and less than $7.00 I decided my morals could stomach it. I also got this AMAZING black dress with little pink pink polkadots that makes my breasts look like grapefruits (eh, what are you gonna do?) and has this great formal punk quality to it. Then I bought some fishnet armwarmers at Wild Planet (I know, but I really don't know how to make those). I fear that this Punk/DIY phase will be the phase to end all phases. And I'm alright with that.
It's late. Fuck.