If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind.
...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time.
.............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.
Blind Eyes Closed
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
non-stop
my halloween in a series of pictures:
Friday, October 26, 2007
who's that lady?
the official halloween costume for this year: Bunnicula.
I might take a picture of myself as one of RBW's ideas just to have it as a picture, but I'm not sure I want to do an extremely lazy costume when I can get away with a moderately lazy costume.
It always gets a little weird around this time of year. I love it for so many reasons, but I also hate it for just as many. Well, just one really, but that one is a lot of little bad feelings all rolled up into one neat little package. I remember Halloween five years ago. On my favorite day of the year, I was sitting in the back room of my house, probably staring into space a little bit. The rest of the house was filled with family and friends, all dressed solemnly. It was the least joyous gathering in my life, and still we got trick-or-treaters. If I were a kid coming around on halloween, or, more likely that kid's parent, the scene I saw through the front window and through the answered door would have scared me much more than if someone answered in a scary costume.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
wow.. just wow
i am newly obsessed with this guy:
all i know about him is that his name is erik mongrain (and he spells it with a k so you know he must be cool), he's canadian and he taught himself how to play the guitar. *in love*
by your expression
now added to the halloween costume running: Bunnicula.
in other news, I wrote this really awesome post about the dream I had last night and then my internet connection quit right as i tried submitting it. life sucks. to the best of my memory:
I dreamed I was invited to a loft party hosted by the Olde English boys. I remember feeling a little outcast, as I'm sure I would be if that actually happened, because I almost idolize these boys and I'm just about 50-50 with thinking of them as untouchable celebrities and real, everyday people. Anyway, I'm at this party and striving to do something that will impress them and make them want me to be their friend. This whole party scene has a very negative undertone. I remember one scene where I'm sitting in a bedroom with a couple people talking, and I look over into the next room. All the lights are off, but there is still light coming in from the open door. Ben is sitting in a circle with a group of people, each with a piece of paper in front of them and a pen in their hand. I remember feeling really down, because I recognize this as something Ben does at all his parties: invite his closest friends to come sit in a dark room and draw him a picture so he can remember the evening. I was devastated that I wasn't invited.
So, in retaliation, I left. On my way out, I passed an old friend from high school, Alan Sufrin, also a minor celebrity but always felt much more approachable. He didn't look like I remember, I'm guessing it was my subconscious's way of trying to age him five years. His hair was cut short and gel-ed up, and his glasses were of a much thinner frame. His cheekbones were also very defined, in such a way that made him look half malnourished and half older. We hugged and went to a coffee shop to catch up, and not once did I question why he was at a party for people I'm sure he's never met, in a town half a country away from where he lives.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
i see
quick poll for the three people who read this:
for halloween this year, should i spend time and effort making a costume to be the sheriff of Douche County, or do i do the cheap costume (stolen from rbw, admittedly) of being passive aggression, where i buy a cheap white shirt, write "PASSIVE AGGRESSION" on it, and make passive aggressive comments all night?
i would have gone for covering myself in flour and going as either anthrax or cocaine if it weren't so messy. really, i live for offensive halloween costumes. it's the only day of the year i can (kind of) get away with it.
