Sunday, October 30, 2011

Obligatory

A couple o' Halloween parties.















Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Satchel to the rescue?

Ash and I went to Target today to buy me a card table at which I could effectively do homework and other activities that require concentration and organization.

I left with a pair of boots and a pack of yogurt instead, but the real story here takes place in the dressing room. The only stall available had a busted lock, so we improvised.























Now, when men ask why you carry around an unwieldy purse, you'll have a reasonable answer.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

What I did this summer

Rather than recycle a story I thought I'd just direct you to where the good stuff is. Behold, my summer.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

It's here!

Beautiful people made this happen.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

It's an album

Raw footage of our first day in studio. I think the grainy, security camera footage really fits the mood, no?

Sunday, May 22, 2011

This is NOT a post about fashion.

I lost my camera charger at some point during the month of September, forcing me to take photos with my less-than-stellar iPod camera for 8 months. I found that charger recently.

The interesting part of this story (and yes, there is an interesting part) is that I found it in my scarf basket. Never mind that I found the charger amongst my accessories-- let us dwell on the fact that I have A WHOLE BASKET OF SCARVES.

















(Feet pictured for scale reference)


Scarves are my most beloved sartorial adornment. I have one in every color and texture. Sometimes I just bury my face in their soft embrace and breathe in their cottony aroma.
I've never actually done that.
The whole of a scarf-centered outfit is greater than the sum of its parts. Consider this an ode to every scarf, to the collective idea of Scarf. Amen.

Monday, May 16, 2011

I ate a Happy Meal today

I'm in love with Twitter. Me and Twitter, we're soulmates. Maybe one day we'll wake up, and we'll be different people, and we won't even know each other anymore, and the love will grow cold, and Twitter will sleep on the couch. But for now, Twitter's my social networking beau.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

No.

I'm taking a cooking class.
I learned how to play Frisbee.
That is all.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

There's a fine line between manipulation and polite asking.

I've been told I'm a pretty convincing person.

It's completely unintentional but ultimately, I suppose, an inevitable aspect of my nature. I've actually been banned from being around a certain sister when she is making any kind of choice, for my presence alone will dramatically alter her decision-making.

My latest achievement was convincing roommate Ashley that she NEEDED to clip my fingernails, and that it was urgent that she clip them NOW.

(I'm sure I had a good reason for not doing it myself)

She even filed and shaped them- entirely her idea, unless I have finally perfected my telepersuasis skills.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

In the Suburbs

I SAW ARCADE FIRE IN CONCERT AND IT WAS THIS GOOD AND I DANCED LIKE A FOOL.





















Photo stolen from Marlee


The only downside to big concerts like this one is the long waiting time between sets. We SAW things in that intermission, horrible things that cannot be unseen. We were armed with only a camera. Behold, our descent into madness.



Sunday, April 3, 2011

Snowpocalypse

This weekend I escaped up to Sandy- beautiful, sunny, deceptively-non-sandy Sandy.

Except this is what happened.





















And this is the only footwear I packed.











I got these beauties in Greece, which should tell you how appropriate they were for the snow-globe I apparently live in.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Oh, you wanted to know about the band I'm in?

How kind of you to ask.

The songs of Book on Tape Worm are quite tragically beautiful. You might say we're the lullaband of the century.














We're en route to recording an album, at which point the world can be exposed to our exquisite melancholy!


For your eyes:






























































For your ears:

Monday, February 28, 2011

How to speak like a crazy person

This is a public service announcement to commemorate a rare overachieving moment:

I naively chose Linguistics 545- Psycholinguistics as my elective course this semester.

(That 545 means it is a graduate level class with graduate level coursework and graduate level egos [Seriously, grad students are the worse. Shout out to 30 Rock (A parenthetical inside a parenthetical in another parenthetical? So meta)])

I am truly an ignorant fool in class, but the subject matter is intoxicating. Do I need this class? Will I ever use it? Was the final season of LOST just a dream? NO, but here I am all the same. Or am I? META.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Concrete and pastries

I just returned from a trip to New York, the second most glittery city on earth.

While there I talked in my sleep, rode a few elevators, and got lost multiple times.





















The art was fantastic, and oh, the pastries!
You don't even have to wear pants there if you don't want to- that's my kind of city.