I work in an office now. That means no more Copytalk dress code of cut-offs and flip-flops and other hyphenated attire. However, this office is not strictly suitwear, either. So, I am having to try to find a balance between the two. Here are some of my top choices:
marc by marc...the sleeve length is perfect for the office, especially to hide all of my totally sick ink, bro.
tracy reese, blurry but still office appropriate. although it's 90+ degrees out, I am yearning for muted fall colors and wolford tights.
that's all i have for right now. I gotta go answer some phones.
I'm sitting in Coffee Culture, attempting to write a 10-page paper comparing two films from the 1940s, one of which I have never even seen. Obviously, this sucks.
I saw the Flaming Lips on campus last night...for free..as in, I didn't pay to see a band that is one of the 50 bands you need to see before you DIE. Only 49 more to go!
It was so cold, but Wayne Coyne made me feel warm inside. I love him. And I see them again at Bonnaroo! Okay I just wanted to brag, now I really have to write that paper.
Spring Break has ended. It was completely tiring. I never thought I would actually look forward to the week after, thinking that I could actually get more sleep during a regular school week than the Break of the Spring.
On Saturday, Tessi, Joe, and I went to Orlando. I got an awesome black skirt and gold patterns and it is very blingin'. Then, we went to the New Pornographers and they sounded great. Tried to go out to BBQBar but Tessi's entry with her "fake" (read: mine)ID was unsuccesful. Hung out with Phillip and passed out.
Sunday, drove to St. Augustine and saw the Thermals. Too cold to have a beach day. The band played all the hits and it was nice. Drove to Jax Beach that night to hang out with Tom at his beach condo. Two other boys Joe went to high school were there, too, so they stayed up until 6:00am playing punk rock and talking about old times. I slept through all of it.
Woke up Monday morning to a beauu-ti-ful day. Walked out to the porch of the condo (12th floor) and read in the sun and silence. I even got to plug in my laptop and check the internets while tanning; the future is awesome. Drank fancy margaritas and blonde sluts at a beach restaurant, and then proceeded to Adventure Landing. Not only did I mini-golf, but I also laser tagged and go-karted. They're not kidding about the Adventure part. I also won a million tickets at games and we bought lots of plastic toys.
Tuesday we saw Band of Horses, which was the best show we saw during Spring Break. We got to be up-front and sang really loud to all the songs we knew, especially The Funeral. They sound so good. I got an LP.
Wednesday and Thursday and Friday, too, we stayed at the lake house in Melrose. It was nice. Got a sunburn. Watched LOST (best eppy this season!).
Saturday and Sunday we went to southish florida. stayed with michelle and andrew saturday night. i cant believe she is getting married, the first of my friends to walk the plank! i will cry the whole ceremony, im sure. sarasota is nice but i think it might be a bit too quiet for me. they made us excited about moving to st pete, though.
Now, I have a million homeworks to do. It's gonna be all over soon, though. Then I'm going to be in the real world. Ew.
It's high time I made an entry about Lost, seeing as how I'm completely and utterly addicted to that 43 minutes of primetime meat. I am so, so tired of reading/hearing people say that if Lost does not get any better, they are going to stop watching. They are going to give it ONE MORE CHANCE, but after that, get lost with you, Lost. I wonder who these people think they are threatening. If they don't like what could arguably be the best and most intricate show on television, then just stop watching it and please stop bitching about it. There are more than enough people who enjoy the show and find it stimulating, and no one is going to miss any of these people who just don't get it. I read this great article in EW yesterday and M. Fox was saying about the same thing, something along the lines of just stop watching, we won't miss you. I don't understand the point of watching the show if you don't find all of the little connections, the mythology, and theme interesting enough to stick around for the long haul. Anyone who thought that "Lost in Portland" was boring obviously has bad taste, and I cannot argue that because it is the plain truth. We got a backstory on the first Other, and we saw a brilliant reference to A Clockwork Orange. What was not to like, exactly?
Okay I'm done ranting. I gues I shouldn't even care if other, less interesting people don't enjoy the show--I have 15 more weeks of pure awesomeness on it's way, and that is what is really important.
This is my last day with braces on. Suprisingly enough, I feel neither nostalgic or bittersweet about parting with something that I have known for nearly two years. I think the best word to describe my sentiments would be estatic. I can't wait to see my face without the blinding glare of my upper and lower teeth. I wonder if the orthodontists will give me a goodie bag with some sugar-free gum and a tooth-shaped balloon.
Joe and I have decided to move out of town. This most likely means we will be moving to St. Petersburg, which I am 80% sure is the right thing to do. I can find a better job there v. here, it's an actual city and we could live downtown, the rent is actually cheaper, etc. However, I have lived here for four years, and it's weird to think of moving when it's not for something necessary like school. I think that I have paid my dues in Gainesville, however, and that moving is something that I need to do.
Fall/Winter 2007 Fashion Week starts soon. Oh Marc Jacobs, Oh Luella, Oh Oh Oh Proenza Schouler. Please do me right!
Fashion S/S lines are over...some of my favorites? Karl Lagerfeld, Chanel, Marc by Marc, Alexander McQueeeen, etcc. etc. etc there were a bunch that i thought were awesome. seeee:
also, i've dropped a class and am only taking 12 credit this semester. I haven't done that since freshman year. You would think it would be a light load, but with my junior seminar for history, I'm just barely scraping by.
I have heard not one but two commercials featuring Of Montreal as the theme song. At least I only had to bear one that contained bastardized lyrics...let's pretend we're at Outback? How about, let's pretend you did not sell out to the MAN, Of Montreal.
In other news, I have lost three bids in a row on E-Bay. People just come out of the woodwork to steal my victorian lace-up boots. Now, they might not sound appealing, but let me tell you...they are gems. Or, they were. I will never know, because I suck at ebaying.
TV after 11 is great because it is basically one big girls gone wild commercial. oh hell yes.
