you're welcome

http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2h7finm&s=7

radio station, NFL sundays

To the person who has been calling line 1 for the past three hours,

I know you must have a REALLY important question. I bet you think I know a lot about sports and can give you some really witty, sage advice about your favorite team's offensive line. Maybe you are calling to report that there was 15 seconds of dead air 30 minutes ago. I must now tell you that I don't even know which teams are playing in this game I'm currently running the board for. I must also tell you that the dead air was not a technical difficulty, but a miscalculation of time needed to go downstairs for a snickers bar. In summation: please cease your incessant calling, the green blinky light is a very annoying periferal distraction.

tonight

I was going through my mamaw's records and she came in and helped me put one on (her system is fancyshmancy/old) and then started to waltz by herself and sing. It was adorable. The sound dropped out every so often and she told me you have to stomp the floor to make it work. Then she did this little like half jump. I am going to be just like her when I'm older. Granny afro and scarves galore.

us

looking through the photographs of us together makes me cry every time. I miss who you used to be;I've decided to tell the world.

Come back to me.

gold: "Hipstercrite: How To Have a Hipster Thanksgiving"

Hipstercrite: How To Have a Hipster Thanksgiving: "I know I said that I would stop using the word, 'hipster'. You're tired of it, I'm tired of it, WE'RE ALL F'ING TIRED OF IT! However, I cou..."


I effing love Hipstercrite.

f@*#ing incredible

http://www.goodfuckingdesignadvice.com/index.php?adviceID=62

listen up.

I WANT THIS FOR CHRISTMAS SO BADLY


SO SO BADLY

HINT
HINT
EVERYONE
HINTTTTTT


25 bucks. here:
http://store.goodfuckingdesignadvice.com/product/good-fucking-design-advice-poster-black


or ummmm, I really like the red, limited edition better. ummmm.its 35 bucks. ummmmm Micah? Anyone?

ahem.

listen, I can't ask my mom for this shit!

on a brighter note

I downloaded Kanye's new album yesterday(the day it came out). I was so excited for its arrival that I actually paid for it. Amazon has it this week for only 4 bucks, 8 for the deluxe edition. Get it while it's hot(but don't worry, it's on fire...so punny, paige!)

this

Litsa rocks for sending me this. Unfortunately the k got cut off, but I'm going to consider it a serendipitous censorship.

So speaking of expletives..I officially have to restart my whole book for Design 400. Just in case you were wondering I had it entirely done. All 60 pages. Oh, and by the way...I have to start over for 351 as well. Life is super awesome! I am so stressed that I find myself avoiding productivity in any way I can... Like last night when I spent over an hour researching math anxiety and how I can convince disability services to excuse me from Math 113 next semester.


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

stupid

Just read through a couple of semi-recent journals(spanning the last couple of years) and wow...depressing much?
I feel that if I could sum up everything I've been saying for two years it's that I depend so much upon the love and company of others to bring me happiness that when they leave(and they always do), I'm left clueless as to who I am or what I'm doing. and really, what the fuck am I doing?

carly simon said it first

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and


You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?


I know you do.

truck stop

For a book I'm making for typography, I had to photograph some trucks at a truck stop.I approached a truck driver and asked him if I could photograph his rig(notice my clever, discreet, and awkwardly placed jargon) and he replied in broken English "I get in truck?" He was an adorable older man of probably 70 and of eastern eurpean decent. I photographed for a couple of minutes and took many secret photos of him before realizing I had it on some super funky shutter speed that made every picture look practically white. I took a few more but he had caught onto my shady ways and steered clear of the frame. Afterward,I stood on the sidewalk and photographed the lot of parked trucks and incoming trucks. This attracted lots of attention from the eager truck drivers who probably hadn't had sex since forever and waved so hard at me I'm surprised their arms didn't fall off. There was one in particular that was quite adamant in his gestures that Sara and I come socialize.It wasn't long before he started walking toward our car. We quickly made our getaway lest we become the latest kidnap/rape headline. God forbid that these shots don't turn out and I have to go back.

weird

There are/have been so many couples about whom I've always thought "I believe in their love" This might seem really strange but I just have this uncontrollable urge to romanticize their situation, usually without knowing very much about it. Even if they break up I'm like "WTF I BELIEVED IN THEIR LOVE." This most likely stems from too much free time or too many Disney movies as a child(who am I kidding I still watch too many Disney movies), but sometimes I have to wonder if someone out there is thinking the same thing about me and crossing their fingers. To that hypothetical person,thanks.

apple store

As soon as I walk in, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I can just about smell the communism.

papa

listening to foreigner, boston, and journey. my father would be so proud. Micah is throwing me bored looks as I use my phone as a microphone and gesticulate wildly.

bad choices

I'm broke as shit and you know the first place I'll be spending this paycheck? Nostalgia, Amvets, and Disc Exchange. Triple delight.

epic

I am not sure how to feel after being woken up from my nap by a very loud rendition of "I Want Candy" complete with a beat banged out on the washing machine. I already feel like no one knows I live here, but really?


I am still missing half the cameras I passed out for my graphic design project.I go to my old middle school every day to see if there are any more turned in. At this point it's probably harassment. I still have three books to make by the end of the semester. I still can't take this shit seriously. Here goes a bumpy ride to December 7th.


positive note: I can't stop listening to Midlake. It makes me feel like I'm in The Last Unicorn. I'm sure my room mates really enjoy it too. They definitely don't already think I'm weird as fuck.