oh hey, new season of project runway!

getting all 4 wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow and then going back to work all weekend. looking forward to being grumpier than usual. but at least i'm all smiles now after watching the PR season premiere.

and this song has been stuck in my head all day.

i have plenty of things that i want to say, but right now all i will say is that i love radiohead.



no really. i do.



i really want somebody to talk to, somebody who'll listen to my silly bullshit. but i'm going to pass out now, so whatever.

i taped myself last night, drunk and ruminating. for 30 minutes. looking at it now, it's just kind of sad.

interesting day.

i went and saw saw 4. i started off hating those movies, but now they're a guilty, guilty pleasure. and i may or may not have purchased saw 3 on dvd.

so, i was all like, "if i'm wacthing these movies, i might as well be an alcoholic." i went out to grab some whiskey, or rum, but then i learned that:

1. alcohol is only sold in liquor stores (who woulda tunk it?!) in south carolina.
2. liquor stores close way too fucking early.
3. liquor in bars is overpriced.

i ended up going to the store and picking up some beer and a pack of lucky strikes instead.

i got home, heineken in hand, where i realized that, well, i didn't own a bottle opener.

well shit, a brotha's gotta improvise, right?

thank god i had the nail clippers they gave me at bootcamp. a half hour and some cuts later, i had one bottle open. those clippers have gotten me through plenty of situations, tell you what. i'm like macgyver with that thing.



5 more to go. eventually i'll be too drunk to open them without smashing the necks over my head. should be fun.

i hope liquor stores aren't closed on sundays.

and i love this fucking picture:

long day to end a long week. hit what i hope to be the apex of my depression yesterday, too busy dealing with the migraines and DMV today to tell.

but at least i got the car.





1966 plymouth valiant.

more pictures and stories later. right now i have to go out and grab another temporary parking permit.

oh hey, it's halloween. how 'bout that shit?

"...when all those miles have passed me by, and it seems that i have left now all that i could love behind..."

it seems as if close friends are only there when you're near.

getting a new car (new as in old). "the death trap," as the parents are calling it, is nothing but an engine and steel. a bench seat with lap belts. a manual brake that squeals when depressed. a trunk filled with old rusted exhaust manifolds and lightbulbs. i can't wait.

these guys are having another reunion show in austin, texas.

i wish i could be there.

and these guys are playing in san francisco thanksgiving weekend.

i wish i could be there.

i've started re-reading chuck palahniuk's lullaby. started re-loving it.

fall in south carolina feels like summer in arcata. and check out what the family sent me for halloween!

one camera is out of batteries. the holga hasn't been used yet. i'm thinking now with a vehicle there's an opportunity to go out and explore. when work doesn't get in the way. as of now, i'm required to put in at least 20 extra hours a week (on top of the regular 50 i already do). it's been a pain lately. it's almost over. kind of. i'm trapped, but at least i'm getting paid.

i want to talk to somebody about how i feel about all this, but not here.

so here's some bonus, beautiful a perfect circle acoustics instead:

busy weeks make me want to go back to sleeping on this beach every day.