I wonder if I'll ever model again...

music: Isis, Envy, Do Make Say Think, Song: Ohia.
new job: gallery assistant
suplemental income: babysitting
reading: Memiors of a Giesha
status: single (3 months now)
crush: the guy who ordered the Chai latte at New York Muffins on Bedford Avenue
hours of sleep last night: 5
hours of sleep the night before: 6
hours of desired nap: 5

I LOVE BROOKLYN AND MY BAND!!!! okay, that's all you kids get out of me for the next 6 months.

Well, it's been a while since I graced SuicideGirlville. I don't have the internet at home, and it seems too personal to access this site from school or work. But, alas, here I am. I don't really have too much to say, other than I just bought the Dischord anthology, which is amazing. I am reading "Our Band Could Be Your Life," which inspired the purchase. I only have one week left of my nannying job, and I will be celebrating by going to an Engine Down show in Brooklyn. Hooray!

*** Yesterday, I spontaniously blurted the word "summerific." It was like pulterguise: Where did that come from? I have never heard anyone say summerific befor. My friend told me to never use that word again. I am torn. I mean, really, riding bikes and sleeping in and nervously playing music with new people--that's all pretty terrific. And none of it would be possible were this not the last summer of my life (being that I will be graduating from college at age 24 next year).

On rotation: From Safety to Where, A-Z consolidated