Slumdog Millionaire

One of the best movies I've seen for a long, long time.

Thoughts about my life if I still lived in EP:

1)I would read a lot more about local heros the Mars Volta in the newspaper

and 2)I would probably attend a lot of Beck shows, since he apparently loves El Paso.

Badonkadonkey

A tip: Drinking copious amounts of champagne followed by guzzling copious amount of coffee can make for one hell of a stomach ache later on, so don't do it. 

I, of course, learned this the hard way on Christmas. Christmas Eve and Christmas night I attended a couple of classy parties put on by friends of the family. Fortunately I am now old enough to be considered one of the "grown ups" and was allowed the obligatory glass of champagne that accompanies that title. In keeping with the holiday spirit, I suppose, my glass kept getting magically re-filled by unfamiliar adults who grilled me about college. Now of course I was more than happy to go along with this, but no one seemed to realize that four and half glasses of bubbly is enough to make this 5'3" girl a little tipsy. I always played it off cool though, so nothing was ever noticed. Oh, the holidays.

P.S. My grandmother is convinced I'm the next Meryl Streep and is pushing hard from me to study drama at Yale. Actually, more than one member of my family has mentioned this to me, as if it's something people do all the time. Ha!

Greetings from ice planet Hoth

Twenty minutes out of the cold and I think my fingers are finally starting to regain motor function. ahfl;s. Oops not quite. I went to pick up my paycheck today and upon entering the building I seriously considered submerging my hands into a gigantic fresh-brewed thermos of coffee. My coworker thought this was a bad (and unsanitary) idea, so I restrained myself. At least it's pretty outside. The snowflakes are so fat they look fake.

BTW, I leave this wet pile for sunny El Paso on Sunday. You can bet I'm going to eat so many fucking churros when I get there.

For Christmas all I want are these tights:

and The Dark Knight.


p.s. Of Montreal's sugary nuggets of freak pop have been making me so, so happy lately.

Things overheard from this one English teacher

"I know it doesn't mean anything, but I find it really really interesting that his middle name is Hussein."

Shit, my dad has the same first name as Stalin. Does this mean he's going to start banishing people to Siberian labor camps? Does this matter? Fuck no.

The election results have turned everyone in this state into whiny babies.

It was starting to rain here:
And here:

But you can't really tell.

Nothing bad could ever happen at Tiffany's

I need my hair to grow so I can wear it like this everyday.


A side note: The dream of attending my very favorite New York Ivy League University may well be dashed due to my current dismal grade in Religion class.

Life right now is a D+

Dear Science

I currently just finished re-reading Franny and Zooey for the 87th (4th) time and as a consequence my short story I have to do for Creative Writing is coming out as a (shittier) version of a Salinger novel. THIS IS NOT GOOD, because a shitty version of a Salinger novel is just that, shit.
My plan is to change the setting from the 50s to the 80s and not mention anything about Buddhism or psychoanalysis. Ok. This is what I have so far:

Approximately 10:15 on a Sunday morning, a young man named Alex Hunt, age nineteen, sat on the roof an apartment building, dangling his legs over the side. If someone had happened to walk on to the roof at that very moment and observe the slight, hunched figure resting on its ledge, they undoubtedly would have made the precarious assumption that he was about to jump off. This, however, was not the case. If said observer had taken a moment to view the boy’s rather effeminate looking face, they would see an expression of subtle contemplation, which at first glance might pass as boredom. The look displayed on young Alex’s face resembled that of a small child’s while working on an exceptionally tricky arithmetic problem, something along the lines of 7+4 or 8-6.

Alright well now I have to start on this research paper, so peace out kids.

"I like to ride trains too much. You never get to sit next to the window anymore when you're married."

- Zooey Glass

And that, I would say, is a suitable enough introduction.