September 25, 2008

Hair status: Manageable... for now/Weekly update

I got a new do, which is awesome. You all know that, right? Well, the thing is, it would be as awesome as it's supposed to be IF I had awesome hair... because yeah, that's kind of how it works. But, there's a tiny little problem here, which stops the awesome-fest from ever taking place: my hair sucks. See, I'm retarded; how the hell did I get a bob like that when my hair is wavy/curly/frizzy/yucky like that? I think the blame can easily fall on my depression and my mood and Grecia, though. So yeah, maybe I'm not (so) retarded. Still, that doesn't change the fact that, if I want to look decent, I have to go to enormous extents to make yucky, frizzy hair stay in place. Not that I worry about that, since my hair is a complete rebel without a cause itself and I had already resigned to having bad hair for the rest of my life, but now that I cropped it by half of its original length, I need to make sure it looks okay, or else I'd look like a fruity dude, and that's kind of grothesque. I'm all female, dammit! And, of course, since I am lazy, that is a major problem.

This took me about eight hours to accomplish:




Not as amazing as it would look if it had been done by a professional hairdresser, but... yeah, it looks passably OK, so I'm fine with it. At least I don't look like a dude. Oh shit, I think I do. Fucking short do!

Oh, and I decided I will not post any more shit until I write a sexy, lengthy, informational review of the new TV on the Radio album, since I think I said that's what I would do once I got over my NIN depression, so this post will be the last one. I was supposed to go on updates strike after the last post, about three days ago or so, but... I couldn't resist it. My hair is a big deal, dammit! So there! I will have that review, or whatever number of poorly written, misconstructed paragraphs of my usual dumbass music rants that I dare to call a proper album review, more like, as soon as I get some free time from school and sleeping and worshiping Trent Reznor's beefy, hairy arms, and listening to my Nine Inch Nails albums. Probably in a week or so.

Life has been stupid, as always. Midterms already. That fucked up bimestral mode sucks. I have two incredibly demanding, mind-draining homosexual exams on Tuesday, which of course will be stressful. Not really, but I bet I will pretend to be as stressed as the others are so I don't look lazy and stupid. Heee. My Italian midterm was today, and I think I did okay. I think. I'm not worried, though, midterms are temporary and I don't really screw up on them, so I'm relaxed.

I need to go out. Urgently. Unfortunately, the only night, and weekend I feel 'in the mood' to go out there's a fucking curfew and no clubs or discos are open, because that's how spiffy my life is. I'll have to stay indoors and prepare for my midterms and sleep and, hopefully, write shit on this blog. I am fucking b o o o o o o o r e d ! ! !

Workshop on Saturday = torture. Sushi for lunch with Lisette (you promised!!! I don't care how short of cash you are, you can always do the dishes if you don't have enough to pay for your meal! I'll help you out!), and maybe a movie... if we're up for it. Oh God, please let it be true!

I have the fucking flu, so I sound like Darth Vader... still going through puberty. Haha, my sexy interpreting voice... And, since this flu is knocking me out as I write this (so blame my shit writing on the flu, ha!), I am going to hit the sack. But I'll be back. Mwahahahahahaha!

Listening to: James Chance and The Contortions - Flip Your Face
Eating: Some yummy chocolate-covered pastry... tasted a lot like a mini doughnut... huh, what the hell was it?
Drinking: Water

September 23, 2008

Numbing the pain with Sushi and Laughs...

My biatches are the best! Really! In fact, I love them so much I post their fucking ugly faces on this thing like every two minutes. Keeeeding, they are all the cutest, most beautiful, most annoying women this world has ever made, and I love them terribly for that. Last Thursday, I was in the pits, like in the deepest confines of hell, not even looking to get out because nothing really made sense anymore. Because Michael Trent fist-fucking Reznor decided he didn't like me anymore and canceled my show. But then the mighty biatches used their super powers and voila! We were miraculously flown to 'the cool sushi place' and served a fucking huge platter of... well, sushi. Add mojitos and shits and giggles and pictures courtesy of our noted photographer (Chewby) Grecia, and things happen, you know? Like, moods start to go up, headaches begin to dim and depression retreats its ugly head. Yeah, of course it comes back when you're out of sushi and out of mojitos and back home with your annoying little rat (very loveable French Poodle), but it was fun while it last. I honestly fucking love you chunks, chicks. Thank you.

Here are some pics from the sushi fest, so you can make fun of my crappy hair and my pasty face freely. Because I'm such a cool, laid back girl...



They were setting my sushi on fire!!!



Watch it!



See what I'm talking about? Hideous hair!



Mr. Wasabi with Carrot Wings



I fucking hate your fucking guts, Grecia!



Ooops! My bad...


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Listening to: Cat Power - Metal Heart
via FoxyTunes

September 21, 2008

Meme Moment

I was bored, I like memes, I love wasting time, I have insomnia, I'm still procrastinating, and my fucking dog won't leave me alone. Guess what, I found a cool meme I'd like to share here. I'm just pulling this crap out of my behind to stop myself from actually doing something that would benefit our civil society in the short (or long, or medium if you'd like) term. I'm so inconsiderate with this beautiful world...


THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Alex
2. Cat
3. Anime

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. CatNIN
2. Miss Murder (emo, I know!)
3. Poly Styrene

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Eyes
2. Fingers
3. Eyelashes

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Hair!!!
2. Hips
3. Short legs (argh!)

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Caucasian
2. Jewish
3. Spanish

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Death
2. Waking up dead (I mean, not waking up at all)
3. Growing up... and then dying

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Computer
2. iPod
3. Wallet

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING NOW:
1. Chocolate brown bra
2. Matching panties
3. Hairpin ;)

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. NINE INCH FUCKING NAILS FIST FUCKING YES!!!
2. Joy Division/New Order (ok, I'm cheating, they're not the same, but whatever, I like a LOOOOT of bands to just narrow it down to measly three!)
3. The Sisters of Mercy

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (RIGHT NOW):
1. Sin, by Nine Inch Nails (forever and EVER my fave, come what may)
2. Sub-culture, by New Order
3. Persephone, by Cocteau Twins

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
Not that it's probably ever going to happen, because I've set my standards terribly high (probably higher than I deserve), but, apart from the obvious good looks and charm...
1. Excitement
2. Understanding (from both parts, I want him to understand me as much as I want to understand him... I'm not so selfish, you know?)
3. Personality!!!

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
1. I'm insanely perverted
2. I am very personable and outgoing, and I love The Hills OMG!
3. I had sort of an emo phase last year, but if you knew how fucking angsty I am, you'd understand why emo suits me perfectly. Thank goodness, I purged all the emo out of me before it could stick, and I'm proud to say I've been emo-clean for a year now

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Hair (as in Trent Reznor's sexy, pornographic hair, kind of)
2. Hands (especially big, rough, veiny, long-fingered, destroy-everything-you-touch-type of hands... fuck yes, sexayyy!)
3. Overall good shape and height

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Music (anything related to it)
2. Writing
3. Angsting

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Hug someone (preferably a hot sexy male... yum)
2. Make up with my mother
3. Start to fucking write already!!!

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:
1. Filmmaking/Screenwriting (especially the writing part)
2. Carrie-Bradshaw-style journalism
3. Art-punk band front woman (and if not, then at least groupie)

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Israel
2. London
3. Japan

THREE NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Bree
2. Raine
3. Olivia (weird, I know)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Kiss Trent Reznor madly (at the very least)
2. Backpack through Europe and then move to Manhattan
3. Experience true happiness at least once

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL (YOUR SEX):
1. I kind of... like... read Cosmo.
2. I looooove the bejesus out of romantic comedies.
3. I'm such a fangirl =D

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY (OPPOSITE SEX):
1. I have a fucking dirty fucking potty mouth, fuck! Plus, I'm really not nice (in fact, my best friend says that, going through all the IM messages I've sent her, she felt like she was talking to a guy eighty percent of the time!)
2. I find myself thinking a loot about sex... the kinky, illegal type
3. I hate gooey, slimy, clingy women


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Listening to: PJ Harvey - Long Snake Moan
via FoxyTunes

September 20, 2008

Side note: My internet sucks

I can't fucking go online without stumbling upon a tidal wave of trouble. It's like the whole fucking world is conspiring to depress me to death. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Still waiting for Reznor to issue a public apology for fucking canceling my fucking show and disappointing me along with a bunch other NINies. Yet, this would be easier if my internet STOPPED FUCKING UP!!! Since I can't refresh nin.com every two seconds like I usually do, to check if Trent already apologized publicly (and personally to me, offering to buy me dinner, sushi maybe, and a night of hot, passionate... er, talking); I can't tell whether he already did fucking offer his most sincere apologies to us unfortunate minions who didn't, and probably never will, get to kiss his ass. I'm gonna go for a safe one and guess he already did. Because that's what Reznor does, right? Gives out free music, says fuck a lot, bangs (not so) hot chicks, broods, gets cool haircuts, bench-presses... and apologizes when he disappoints his fans. If that's the case, I have got to see that fucking apology. I'm gonna check if my internet works now... Nope, still fucked up.

Honestly, I don't know what's worse, my internet not working, or my shameless using of this means and this blog to continue my lazy procrastination. Fuckkkkkkk!!!

I'm gonna go now, I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow to continue my hideous whining. In the meantime, I'm gonna procrastinate a little more and pretend I'm actually proofing and editing... Shhhhh!!! I'm working!

Listening to: Leonard Cohen - Famous Blue Raincoat
Eating: Frustration, screams, tears, dust and bugs.
Drinking: Tea.

Damn you, Grecia!

Our resident paparazzi, Grecia (aka... shit, I don't even know what I call her these days...) is a fucking expert in the art of taking shitty pics. Of me of course, cause other people's pics are gorgeous. Dude, I think it's me, I just can't take a good fucking pic. Damn. This was from yesterday's sushi fest; or better, the sushi fest warm up. At school with the biatches being stupid as always... Yeah, so much fun.




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Listening to: Etro Anime - Let It Go
via FoxyTunes

Therapy

So I am really sad, right? Because my concert got canceled and I won't marry Trent Reznor for now, which sucks ass. Well, this is how I spent my first day of realization. Okay, so I won't see Nine Inch Nails this year, so what? It's not like it's the end of the fucking world, you know? Plus, there's always a next time, and I know Trent will marry me next time for sure. Oh shit, this just made it worse. Fuck...

Well, if anyone cares, this is how I started spending my NIN money. It's not so bad, if you take a good look at it. (Warning: extremely shitty, pixely mobile phone pictures).




So I got a bob, so what?! It doesn't look as horrible as my previous do, so I'm perfectly fine with it. Plus, it was a $100 bob, so I kinda have to like it, no questions asked. Shit, I'm so stupid, I just spent a fuck load of money on a haircut. Fuck, I am seriously fucking depressed.

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Listening to: The Blackouts - Let You Down
via FoxyTunes

September 19, 2008

There is no God up in the sky tonight...

I'm really fucking depressed right now. Seriously fucking depressed. In fact, I'm so depressed I'm not even gonna make fun of me or anyone or anything today. Okay, maybe a little, but that's cause I need to cheer myself up before I shoot myself. And the worst part of this is that there's absolutely no one to blame it on, no one to provide fucking explanations, no one to ease my frustration... just no fucking answers whatsoever.

Turns out, my concert, my precious, sacred, long-awaited Nine Inch Nails show was canceled due to... uhm, what the fuck did they say? Right, something like "unforeseen technical issues." Personally, I would much rather see Trent playing piano in the dark than a big lights extravaganza and a Stonehenge of amps and shit and that one screen showing Bush morphing into McCain during The Hand that Feeds. I don't give a shit about the technicalities, all I wanted was the music. No music for me. And okay, so I know the LCDs and the lights and the screens and the Stonehenge and that image of Bush are a big part of Nine Inch Nails as a live entity; in fact, those are some of the things that make a NIN show so fucking wicked, but in a moment of crisis like this one, I could give two shits about the lights, all I want is Reznor singing at the top of his lungs the songs that helped shape my adolescence, got me through high school and made me into the (slightly) insane, (highly) creative, (musically) obsessed person I am right now. For those saying the show got canceled because of low ticket sales, well... I don't know much about that, but I heard fans always buy their tickets last minute, so... I don't know, I seriously can't talk about that.

I was this close to making it to the Buenos Aires show, but then the fucking airfares were a violation to my economy and my pocket, and even if I sold myself to the highest bidder, I wouldn't be able to make enough to go. So fuck it, I'm not seeing Trent Reznor this time. I promise I will the next, though, and I also promise I will not let him slip away. Mark my fucking words, next time Reznor will be popping the question at the very least. In the meantime, I get to spend $600 on clothes and sushi and more sushi and chocolate cake and a lot of useless crap. It's sad, but I have to move on. I still have the possibility of catching them in the US of A in a couple months or so, but that would depend a lot on life not sucking as much and school not being as big a bitch and my luck not getting in the way. We'll see.

I was supposed to review the brand new TV on the Radio album here, but since there's more important news to report and I've been bummed for a few days now, I guess TV on the Radio will have to wait. Anyway, the album is good, and I will return to it as soon as I get over my sulky, emotional cutting phase, which would be in a few days, hopefully.

Today I plan on getting a haircut and going shopping, because that way I will spoil myself and the shallow happiness will obliterate, in a certain amount, my sadness. Pictures will be provided later. In the meantime, I am going to fill my gut with cereal and chocolate milk and try not to jump off of the balcony. Chivediamo a domani, my dear amici.

Listening to: Die Toten Hosen - Hier kommt Alex
Eating: Cereal
Drinking: Chocolate milk (doh, I think I already said this...)

September 16, 2008

I am a big (girl), yes I am, and I got a big gun!

Random pic from the dreadful comp-crisis week, which might not show the actual anguish that was filling my heart, because I'm such a good actress, you know. Anyway, it's not what you think. I was suffering inside! I didn't even have fun that night! I mean, just look at my face!

September 13, 2008

Currently absorbing...

Buonasera a tutti quanti. Haaaaa! There, my beautifully constructed Italian phrase of the day. I don't even know if it's all that grammatically correct and all, but I think even my dog knows I meant 'Good evening everyone, " so you get my point.

Life has been... er, let's say... eventful, these last few days. Soccer, cocktails, pictures, computer back (about fucking time, fuck!), class, class, class until ten in the evening, very little sleep, lots of homework, frustration, dog poop, fights, more frustration, scarce tea, coffee, bad hair, chewbacca, being on stalker-watch-mode, the countdown, and more recently, sushi. Fucking A, man! In reality, I would much rather have this than nothing at all, so yeah, I'm not complaining.

...

Fuck yes, I'm complaining! I feel like a prize loser, I don't even know why, but I do! And I have another fucking (less) useless workshop to attend to every fucking Saturday for the next two months. Except for the next one. Oh, and also on the second week of October, because this country loves me so much they made a holiday especially so I could go to Colombia and see Trent Reznor's scrumptilicious chest hair in 3D. But yeah, waking up at seven AM on Saturday, probably after a ladies' night, mojito extravaganza is not my idea of fun. But at least I had SUSHI! Oh fuck, that was the highlight of my whole week, I think. Well, not really, but it was pretty cool. Plus, I already BOUGHT MY TICKET TO COLOMBIA! Now talk about good news. Actually, I guess my day wasn't so bad really. I'm just such a drama queen sometimes. Nevermind.

One of the great things about having my computer back is being able to start listening to good music again. And I know some fucking tight-ass republican bitch is probably going to crucify me (sorry, I hate Republicans, therefore, every person I dislike is automatically a Republican, regardless of their political views. Sorry.) for saying this, but I love music blogs, because they allow me to download without all the hassle of Limewire and torrents and seeds and leechers and motherfucks. Oh, shut the fuck up, music is free anyway! Plus, I don't wanna fill the pocket of some corporate poacher troll who really has no clue how precious music really is. Seriously, if you wish to bother me, go stick your head up your ass, please, and leave me alone. Thanks a bunch! ;)

Well, I guess you know what this means. More music ranting! Yay! I got my hands (Firefox 3.0) on some juicy stuff that I, since I'm such a sweetheart, will share with you tonight. These are the five best albums I have sunk my teeth in, savored, and regurgitated over this past week so you can chew on them, swallow and absorb some healthy vitamins that are good for your soul. Good stuff, y'all.

The Gun Club - Fire of Love
This is one of those albums I always heard amazing stuff about and never really gave a chance. Like, I would find great, flawless reviews of this little piece all the time, which would be more than enough to lull a person into buying ten copies of the same record, but I always seemed to stumble upon something that would pique my interest and thus derail me from ever really sitting down to dissect this album. You know, my music priorities are kind of towards the more experimental, less country-like types, plus I was never a huge fan of the whole deathrock, punk blues, cow-punk, rockabilly style, and X never really got my favor, so... yeah, I was a loser, I know. But I did like that one song, Goodbye Johnny, which was about as much of a chance as I was willing to give these guys. And okay, so I knew that the great Kid Congo Powers (of The Cramps fame) was once a part of this band. And I also knew Patricia Morrison, member of the Gun Club, was at one point also member of the Sisters of Mercy's touring lineup, as well as a permanent member of the Sisters' offshoot, The Sisterhood. Actually, this was the reason I got some Gun Club tracks in the first place. And then, curiosity came into play and off I went to download Fire of Love. Shoot. Amazing, upbeat, yet spooky shit straight from L.A. Definitely A- at the very least. Jeffrey Lee Pearce's voice is funny, but scary, and that's a good combo.
Recommended track: Sex Beat - The kind of song I would like to wake up to every morning. Too bad that spot has already been filled by Nine Inch Nails' Closer. Well, okay, I kinda have a thing for kinky stuff, so what?

Feist - The Reminder
Feist is one of my lesbian crushes, haha, and I'm not even into chicks. I swear. I'm not a lesbian. Oh shit. But yeah, I love this woman. And shame on me for not having this album. I had always steered away from it because it had that song from that one fucking stupid show, Gossip Girl, or as I'd like to call it, Cat's only reason not to want to go back to NYC. But looking past the formulaic beats of 1234 and some predictability in others (I Feel it All, for instance), this is a pretty nifty album. It includes Limit to Your Love, which is probably my favorite Feist track, and it's basically adding to the momentum of this very talented girl. So let's see how far she takes it until she sells out and becomes Britney with a guitar. Anyway, I know she's no Cat Power, but I bet they could make a grrrrreat band together. Just think about it, sulky, depressive Cat Power meets perky, lively Feist. Add guitars and voila! Magic!
Recommended track: Honey Honey. I love the slow tone of her vocals, I love the lyrics, I love the motif, I love the guitar riff, I love the fact that this song sounds so indie and that it will never, never stop being amazing.

VHS or Beta - Bring on the Comets
Wooohooo! Dance punk! Fuck yes, bring it on! New release, sort of... not really (2007), more pop-oriented than any of the previous VHS or Beta albums, which had been more indie dance before this '07 release; it is made up of very basic, yet fun, melodious danceable pop and rock-like synths, which makes for a nice mix, in my opinion. If you like bands like The Rapture, ! (Chk Chk Chk, but these motherfuckers won't allow the three exclamation marks together because they're all stuck up bitches with a broomstick up their asses... and they probably are Republican, for all I know), Radio 4 and The Faint, you have earned my respect as a human being, and therefore I am pleased to introduce you to the world of VHS or Beta. If you don't, then get the fuck away from me before your lack of taste gets contagious and I start listening to Miley Cyrus for my dose of dance punk. Seriously though, this is a sort of very cool band, so check it out. Reminds me a lot of New York's Radio 4, and that's a good thing, I suppose.
Recommended track: The Stars Where We Came From - Mmmm.. catchy, kind of depressing. Yum.

Modwheelmood - Enemies and Immigrants EP
Fuck yes, MWM! Alessandro Cortini's electro-poppy Euro-dance little baby! NIN lite, in a way. Who would even think this happy synth music could accompany such dark, Reznor-esque lyrics? No one would even suspect that the quiet dude behind the keyboard at the insane Nine Inch Nails shows could hold such... weird sadness inside. Anyway, this is the kind of music I would listen to if I ever went on a roadtrip across the country, on a journey to find myself and discover the true meaning of life or some shit like that. Yeah, it just sounds like road music... I don't know exactly what road music is, I pretty much just made that up right now, but it's kind of how I perceive the songs on this EP. This is a rather old release, back from 2006, the second of the band's all-EP output, and I think it's the best by far. Not to disrespect the Pearls to Pigs volumes, but this one kicks all of their asses and stands on their faces victoriously. A true winner.
Recommended track: Money for Good - Kinda noisy, distorted at the beginning, then the song kicks off. It reminds me of a sunset, a bit. And home. Shit, I'm getting homesick... :(

David Bowie - Scary Monsters (and Super Freaks)
I know! How could I live without this album! In my defense, I have memorized every bit of Ziggy Stardust and Low to exhaustion and Outside is also a staple in my music library; I have admired Bowie ever since my mom smothered my ears with Under Pressure and Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! back when I was too little to have a notion of time and space and age. I understand his genius, I admire his boldness and I am a fan of his chameleon-like style and his groundbreaking music, because no one will ever be Bowie, despite the enormous deal of inspiration this man had cast upon myriad people and the wide number of shameless copycats he has brought to existence. So no one can say I'm a bad Bowie fan. Even when I didn't have Scary Monsters. Fuck off. This is a very nice album, full of textures, weird elements, modern electronic arrangements, trademark Bowie storytelling, pop sensibility, and Crystal Japan. Almost exactly the same song as Nine Inch Nails' A Warm Place, only more upbeat and less... well, NIN. Anyway, Bowie is Bowie, I don't even need to give my opinion of this album, there's no way of disliking it, it's like dissing God, if you are religious and stuff. If you're not... well, just think of it as something you shouldn't and can't really do. There ya go!
Recommended track: Ashes to Ashes - Good shit, slightly more dramatic than your typical Bowie track, but very much pop and catchy and very fresh. No wonder Trent Reznor loves Bowie and loves this album.

There, five very special albums straight from my mouth into yours. Go do whatever you have to: steal, sell your body, sell your organs, sell your annoying little brother, just go get at least one of the sexy, yummy suggestions I'm giving you. Or not, and be ignorant for life. Your choice. Oh, and don't act like you are buying the records, and then go on Limewire and get them for free. Fine, you can go steal them! See? I'm just so nice sometimes!

Listening to: Yeasayer - Waves
Eating: Chocolate cake and shameless guilt
Drinking: Water

September 11, 2008

The ubiquitous Ms. CR

Haha, so I was gone for a week, and I consider myself VERY lucky to have survived a week without computer... it was boring and boring and boring but... meh, I'm here to tell the story. It ain't a nice one.

However, right now I don't feel in a particularly telling mood, so I will leave the blogging and the ranting for later. Ya, the lack of sleep is getting to my brain, so sad. But I will post some crap-ugly pics for people to indulge in. Basically, just another paparazzi-style photoshoot by my dear friend Grecia (Gre-CHA! in Italian haha) showcasing our extreme boredom and shortage of male specimens in the class... We seriously need to get some dudes, man. Too much estrogen.

This is what I was up to while the www was changing at a staggering pace and I had no way of figuring it out.

Starring... the usual suspects, ha. And me, in all my pale, shit-posing, awkward, glory.

TA-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

















September 3, 2008

PHOTOSHOOT!!!

My dear friend Grecia, aka Rabid Unicorn, felt inspired enough to make an elaborate, artsy-fartsy photo-documentary depicting the horrible last day of the completely useless workshop we were forced to take cause there's no justice in this world. She should have her own exhibition, don't you think? Haha, thanks Grecia!