Jamaica Plain
I'd been lusting for this shirt for years now, in the store window of Pluto. You know, to prove what a poser townie I am. Some little bird spread the word, and voila! a handsome hedgehog got me a present.
But the question is, is wearing this around JP like wearing a band shirt to their concert? Or is it like wearing a MassArt shirt to your studio? hmm.
Full House
"...LOS ANGELES—A ragged and misshapen girl officials are calling a "third Olsen twin" was rescued from the basement of the residence of teen superstars Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen Tuesday, Los Angeles police said...."
Good thing they haven't sent her to The Home For Little Wanderers. Yikes.
The Feist.
The claws are out! I am absolutely voracious, which is why i haven't written in a while. I was too busy terrorizing Bryon, rampaging around town, and gobbling fried chicken at Doyle's. I have gone bezerk, it seems.
On Tuesday night we built a tent fort. Building a tent fort is a very specific process which requires a great deal of forethought and engineering. Luckily one of us is an architect, but we still had to go to the grocery store to get cookies and milk beforehand. Then an hour or so romping around the house looking for building materials, because there is no Home Depot for this sort of thing. We used:
Suffice to say that by the time we had scarfed down a package of sugary cookies and gotten all rambunctious putting the thing together, we were NOT TIRED at all when we crawled in to scope out our new home. So some time was spent romping around, testing out crazy animal sounds, pretending to be cavepeeps, eating more cookies, and having a good old fashioned ticklefight. I kicked his ass. Did you see the title of this entry?? Yeah, you KNOW i did.
This is a David Hockney-esque picture i made of our haus:
Last night i satiated myself with a burrito at Anna's Taqueria, and we went to the local makeout spot in Brookline to watch the sky fade. We were entertained by bats and attacked by mosquitoes. My architect was (unfortunately) a perfect gentleman the whole time, even though i taunted him with names like "sparklepantz" and "lustmonkey." I then proceded to wreak havoc on his person and pull out my finest can of Killer Whoop Ass when i found out he gobbled my Coffee Heath Bar Crunch ice cream, *GRRR, SNARL, HISSS*. He implemented the smackdown later on though, when we hauled out the glitter-dough and made psychadelic clay dinosaurs at his pad (He had dismantled our fort earlier that day, pooh) Mine had googly eyes, but his were just scary. Teehee.
This is way better than ordinary love.
I have just found the hottest girl on Earth! and she went to MassArt! And she spins! And she is a designer. And she's just DELICIOUS. Lust, lust, lust.....
Beautiful Thing
In honor of a bowl of butterscotch pudding, the Tragically Hip, and talking until til 3 am, I love you.
"In the ulcerating silence
perspective comes
the way it always does-for it's random
so randomly...somebody calls...
the phone rings and it brings Niagara Falls
and 3 o'clock in the morning
"'You'd better be dyin'-and you were
-So we talked about time
and where it went,
unremarkable events,
and how one day took two days
and they got spent.
how you'd continue, carefull, in degrees
trying to do one true beautiful thing
and your beautiful thing
it'd be
a beautiful thing
to see
that beautiful thing..."
Upstairs
So here's what happened.
I paced around the house and procrastinated for a good forty minutes before getting up the gumption to go knock on their door. Mostly i had a sneaky feeling that whatever "friend" was visiting upstairs was not only male, but had probably spotted me around the yard earlier and had developed less-than-platonic intentions towards my person. Now, I am aware that i am (sometimes) an attractive girl, proven mostly because i am used to being schmoozed, hit on, and occasionally followed home. So now this guy was coercing my shy neighbor to introduce us. Sketchy sketchy.
Lukas, my neighbor, is really really nice. He takes photographs. He offered me a beer, gave me a tour of the place, talked about our scary basement and goings on the household, and fluffed some pillows on the couch so i'd be comfy.
Alex, the infamous friend, also takes photographs. Artsy ones, i guess. He was languishing on the couch, schnockered on various substances, the least of which may have been Pabst Blue Ribbon (eugh!) his own inflamed ego, and weed. Much to my chagrin, we talked about Art. Mostly i got harassed about doing what supposedly makes me happy and how fate had brought me upstairs that evening into the newfound presence of a devoted muse. Namely him. He also kept touching my knee.
At one point in the conversation Lukas quietly interrupted us, looked at me, and said that it sounded like i was putting off doing what i really wanted to do, and maybe i was staying here because it felt safe. I was shocked from head to toe, because he had gotten right to the truth of everything so simply. I like Luke alot. He knows.
So two Pabstes in my tummy (cringe), i bid adieu to the two gentlemen and turned to leave, at which point the inebriated half declared i was foxy "No really, Annie, you are a foxy, FOXY woman," so i thanked him coyly, and said goodnight. Heh heh.
I am FOXY!!! rahrr!
This is why I haven't called you.
Alrighty, I know everyone's into this cheeso quiz thing, but here is proof positive what a non-social procrastinating freakshow i really am. Now we all understand. Ta-da!
Disorder Rating:
Avoidant: Very High
Avoidant personality disorder is characterized by extreme social anxiety. People with this disorder often feel inadequate, avoid social situations, and seek out jobs with little contact with others. They are fearful of being rejected and worry about embarassing themselves in front of others. They exaggerate the potential difficulties of new situations to rationalize avoiding them. Often, they will create fantasy worlds to substitute for the real one. Unlike schizoid personality disorder, avoidant people yearn for social relations yet feel they are unable to obtain them. They are frequently depressed and have low self-confidence.
(ouch!)
And then....
Right after i posted this i went out to the kitchen to make a sandwich, and there was a knock at my door. Now usually the only people who show up on my doorstep unannounced are one of the two John's, and one of them is in Japan. Or could it be Bryon? Or someone else entirely? So with much hope and trepidation i opened the door.
Apparently the cute neighbor boy from upstairs wants me to go up and have a "drink" with him and his friend. I said I'd come up in a few. Hmmm. Golden opportunity to not only make nice with the crew above, but maybe make a new pal, and prove i can overcome my recent hermitage. So kids, should i go?
Oh god, what about the whole awkward conversation thing? I suck at social niceties. And then there's the flirt or not to flirt dealy-o, mixed signals and all that. I think he wanted to come say hi to me in the park the other day, what if my neighbor has hotpants for me?? And social invite reciprocation! The house is in shambles! I can't invite them down here for milk and cookies "sometime later"!! and Bry is suposed to call me when he gets back, but dammit, i was just kicking myself ten minutes ago for languishing around waiting for the phone to ring. That's so lame. Errrrggh. See? I'm doing it! I'm doing the avoidant thing as we speak!
Ok, f**k it, i'm going upstairs. Wish me luck.
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