December 2007
134 posts
“now those days are just old photos on a page that reads ‘i miss you to...”
overheard while in the dressing room at am. app.
irish accent: where are your colder weather things like hoodies and cardigans?
aa employee: they're all grouped together up here.
irish accent: hey! i feel like i know you from somewhere. do you have friends at snu?
aa employee: oh yeah for sure i have a lot of friends there. (lists off some names)
irish accent: none of those are familiar. how about friends at belmont?
aa employee: yeah, i know some people there but no good friends.
irish accent: hmmm (thinks hard) HEY! i know what it is! i used to read your xanga!
i’m having such a run of luck this week and it’s only monday. i heard a “i know you from xanga” conversation at american apparel… awkward creeper. this was just the icing on the cake that was comprised of seeing some interesting people at church and urbs. yay! an unlucky part of my week: alan is stuck in the mountains and he had to sleep in a rec center last night...
The good thing about chels and me is we’re both creepers. also, we observe everything.
color-by-number wall paper and other things... →
i want literally everything from this website. alie, i mostly put this link on here for you. screen printed tea towels and tile tattoos. everything’s a little weird but mostly amazing.
dad: where's kay
shanna: i don't know, she's sad.
chelsea: no, she's not sad. she feels sick.
dad: is she sad because she misses danny?
shanna and chelsea: DADDY!
why you'd want to live here →
are you serious? iceland keeps giving me more reasons to love it.
“God remains God. He doesn’t answer to us. He is not more of a good God because...”
– www.charitygeorge.com, a blog of a family who have been through incredible pain for the past eight months.
i’ve just spent the last 45 minutes combing through wiki articles, doing (lazy, undiciplined) research on new journalism, which lead me to several entries on contemporary journalism, namely, the influence malcolm gladwell has had over journalism in the 21st century. i’ve arrived at the conclusion that wiki entries are always, always poorly written, and reading them hurts my mind and...
the gladwell effect →
this article in the nyt is literally one of the worst profiles i have ever read, but there are a few details in it that i would like to remember, which is why i’ve linked it here.
new journalism 1960-1970 →
just so i don't forget
movies from 2007 that i’d like to see once they’re released on dvd the savages gone baby gone lars and the real girl before the devil knows you’re dead
arleen: have you been feeding yourself in kansas city?
grandpa: she looks a little thinner.
shanna: yeah, i mean, grocery shopping and cooking are more complicated then i thought they would be.
grandpa: well that's okay shan. it's better to be light anyway.
topanga! nooooo! →
“why is everyone lying to me about what time people are getting here? a great...”
– my dad is upset that christmas eve brunch is at 11:30, a half hour later than he originally thought
sloth.
it’s currently 9:27pm and i have to go out around 10pm which i’m generally happy about, but really lacking motivation for. i am currently still in sweatpants and a hoodie. i walk out and wander around the house, not wanting to get dressed yet. my dad is hilarious. i run into him in the kitchen, and he goes, “what time is it? look alive.” — chelseakim dad is hilarious....
Suburban shopping malls make me feel empty.
“In a statement, the two hosts said they would prefer to return to work with...”
– for christmas i want the writers to be able to return to work.
there is no excuse for this.
this morning i woke up with a jessica simpson song in my head. countdown to christmas in ohio: eight hours.
elevator love letter
it just came on my pandora and i said “yessssssssss” like a little sixth grade boy. this was my natural reaction and i was surprised at myself. don’t go, say you’ll stay & spend a lazy sunday
