Last night, I saw my friend Molly as the Wicked Witch of the West in Owings Mills High School's production of The Wizard of Oz, which was incredibly cool partly because she (and her dog Kichoo) stole the show and partly because I haven't actually physically seen her since the Sudbrook class of '01 reunion at the end of freshman year. We didn't even ( Read more... )

New almost art thing up at deviantArt. I can't think of anything else to say, except 2 songs are in the works, with the working titles of "boy" and "a marvelous system of levers and joints" currently. Plus I thought of a name for my one-girl band on the bus home today. I was feeling creative until I actually started working on things.

Dammit. Doomed by the Franz and Radiohead, but mostly the Franz (as Radiohead are mostly being conspicuously enigmatic). Plus Interpol now.

So, in the spirit of things now forgotten, random things:
1. have new haircut
2. looks like old haircut
3. except according to everyone but me
4. ex.- last night my mom said I looked like James Dean5. but I ( Read more... )

I hope everyone's prom things went okay, and if not, please forget I brought it up unless you need to vent, in which case, feel free to hit the button below and type as much as you want ( Read more... )

Internet radio is the most beautiful fucking thing in the world.

Finally, new Bowie-inspired layout is complete. Which is probably a waste of time, but it got me to draw something new, which is always a plus. Take a look if you feel like it. Other recent wastes of time include an elaborate ipod case made entirely out of duct tape ( Read more... )

As my layout committed suicide apparently, I think I'll be trying out a new look soon. No idea what that might be yet ( Read more... )

I was going to post something brilliant about this weekend, but I couldn't put it into keys. So if anyone knows why my journal is spazzing out and saying there's some css error, I would greatly appreciate any expert advice cause I'm not sure how I coded it in the first place.

Thinking Toys last night were divine. I snatched a poster on the way out for the museum of weekender artifacts. Mike tried to steal a cardboard brick but was not sneaky enough. I am determined to write something from it, having already come up with a few interesting metaphors. Ah, the platonic love of noise rock ( Read more... )

1) Total amount of music files on your computer ( Read more... )