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i miss you guys wtf someone come visit me OK

ps i'm poor so there will only be composting, PBR, and rice noodle dishes

Current Location:
brooklyn
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Exactly one month until graduation... whereupon you shall all call me Master Pollari.
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I've got another blog. Please check at your leisure. It's not that I don't <3 LJ... it's just.. you know how it is.

Also poets, prose-ists, and nonfictionaries, submit at once to At-Large, please. We need exciting, innovative work for the first real issue.

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Current Location:
brooklyn
happy or?:
noise
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I'm pretty sure this is just delightful.
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best hat: here
tunez?:
pirate rock
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So we've been pretty much collecting recyclables since we moved in, at the beginning of December. That's a lot of bottles and cans; specifically, as we've passed the holidays with people over, it's quite a few bottles of wine and beer cans. Not as many as I thought it would be, but still -- if you're just used to seeing a week's recyclables, it's a lot.

Yesterday we finally consolidated everything into a box with the hopes of putting it out. I put the ginger ale and the cranberry juice and the soy milk on the top, so we'd save a little face with the landlord, y'know -- he came over to install some shower doors, and I didn't want him to think we were filthy drunkards and fools due to the abundance of aluminum and Trader Joe's bottles. But when Garrett and I were carrying these recyclables downstairs, of course the box lost its bottom and spilled beer cans all over the hallway. This was naturally the hallway right on the first floor, where the landlord lives, and he came out to see what exactly made the loud "CRASHCRASSHHH" sound. So much for non-embarrassment. Trying to live like people is so hard.
Current Location:
brooklyn
tunez?:
iron & wine
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Zicam is the scariest nosespray ever -- it's making my head sting. Also I think I downed that Airborne too fast. Ugh, everytime I'm in Florida, I get some affliction that causes my face to ooze.

Now, Merry Christmas, y'all. I'm gonna go browse some "Truly Weird & Shocking" true crime now.

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Well, I'm in Florida and it's kind of nice. I got here the other day to Kyle cooking risotto with no pants on and I was like "aww, I'm home." Yesterday, while uneventful, was lovely: I got to join in on Minna and Mike's "shop-ping" (say it with an emphasis on the ping), and got a few choice cuts for a few choice folks. Then last night Riandi invited me for some totally boutique sushi -- I guess the place was nice, though overall I wasn't terribly impressed with the price/product ratio. But it was very good to hang out and I don't want this to mean I don't want to be invited again, haha.

Later, Kyle and Bobby and I headed to the dorkiest, most Florida place ever (Dockside Grill or Seaside Way or Oceanside Park or whatever it was), complete with grinning fish on the walls and a surly, tanned waitress hurriedly mixing Kyle's martinis and then serving them while chanting their names (we heard the low-tone hum of pomegranate pomegranate pomegranate as she brought the surprisingly peach-colored drink to the table). Anyway, this Poolside Bar was to be the setting of a short film of some sort, and Marya (former Delray slammistress and current-for-another-week New Times nightlife columnist) had invited us to be extras on the set. "Extras on the set" sounds way too glamorous for what actually happened; I did some completely un-drunk drunken dancing for the camera, while Kyle, Bobby, and Marya made pretend-conversation at the table, and then the crew filmed a rather awkward scene, and then everyone was done. Julia showed up toward the end of it, and we wound up at Respectable Street, where I didn't actually get too drunk and we didn't actually say too late. We did see too many people from high school, though. I rather strongly dislike seeing people from high school. It's always like "HIIII! OMG! IT'S _____! DO YOU REMEMBER ME!" and I don't like that routine for all its disingenuousness -- these were never people who I was friends with. They're not people I wanted to be friends with, and they did not want to be friends with me, so why the charade? I guess that's why I don't have facebook, haha.

Anyway that was my day, y'all. I miss Brooklyn, and Garrett, but the weather seems to be nice today and I get to bake some nice Karelian pastries with whoever else feels like coming by. (Amy, I'm looking at you.)
Current Location:
palm beach gardens
happy or?:
strangely chipper
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Happy Finndependence Day, y'all. Go out and recognize your local Finn & acknowledge your dependency on him/her.
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30 Rock is a funny show.
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