new art of everything
my mom is watching a matthew mcconaughey movie about dragons. i read about chinese maximalists in adbusters, which was astonishing. lately, i have been writing a lot of letters of modest import and ignoring both halves of my diary. i work all day tomorrow at red barn, which is literally a family of singers. like the von trapps. i consider it a positive work environment. today i purchased a coffee mug with little orphan annie on it and then a homecoming dress from an oona's-esque store called orphan annie's. i spent one hundred dollars and i still don't feel satisfied. weird! i went into deb to buy overpriced black flats, and every girl in the store had a baby on her hip. disgusting. in addition to hating shopping, i hate the latest version of itunes. have no social life, but i mean to eventually. when i feel like it. i listen to a lot of fatboy slim and emily haines' solo effort, meaning today. i told a room full of people that i am allergic to nuts. my nose bloats in the morning. i wish i had more time to myself. we are going to watch the season two prom episode of the oc. i'm sorry my life is so horrendously boring, i really am. that's why i don't update anymore.