Thursday, November 29, 2007

She says let's get moving.

Along with winter comes Minus the Bear.

With a good pair of boots, a scarf, a vanilla latte; my iPod tucked carefully into the pocket of my pea coat and they ask:

maybe come with me to the coast
and watch how the rain comes down?

Bye bye Maddie. Her moving party was Monday. Mucho fun. Vodka crans outside of Best Buy and Ryan informing me that Robert Plant made a CD with Alison Kraus while YuYa complimented my DI shoes. Good times.

I chatted up life with Karms on the phone outside cuz Groskreutz kept telling me that I wasn't allowed to "talk philosophical" at his "birthday dinner."

His birthday is in December.

Today I bought a pair of moccasin-esque boots at the Catholic thrift store (if you see me in the next bit remind me to tell you about what the priest said to me so you can give me your opinion as to whether or not he was hitting on me...) and wanted to run to her work to show them to her but realized that I would have to settle for a text.

Manda: Dear Pocahontas, yay for thrift store boots that make me feel connected to my little Indian best friend though she is far away!

And in case you don't know why she is Pocahontas...Exhibit A:

This weekend is going to be an adventure. Newly single Kaila, Michael Jackson dance party at a famous Kyl shindig and maybe a show. I am determined to take pictures. Oh, and hair cut tomorrow...yikes?!

Friday, November 23, 2007

To whom it may concern:

Dear girl who came into my work carrying an authentic Balenciaga Motorcycle in mustard,

I hate you. And those "vintage" earings you purchased for $25 were at the DI last week. God that felt good.



Dear St. George UT Target,

They're called Radiohead...and they're kind of really well known and amazing...perhaps you should start carrying their music? Also, Rilo Kiley is the name of a band not a person and should therefor be filed under R not K.



Dear Self,

You need a sugar daddy. Bad. Christmas is less than a month away and you really need a Blackberry and a pair of Chanel wing tipped boots. Perhaps with Miss Lohan apparently dating some thug she met in rehab Mr. Lagerfeld himself is available?

Just an idea,


Dear SLC,

I just found out that Miss Maddie herself will be heading northward at the same time as yours truly. Just so you know, liquor stores tend to get robbed when we come around.


Maffie and Madanba

Thursday, November 22, 2007

It's time to get away.

So I am officially going to make a job out of my disdain of staying in one place.

I start flight attending in January.

Me: This interview is taking forever, I better get hired damn it.
Mom: Or at least laid by a hot pilot.
Me: Classy mom, classy.

My darling mother, and now it is Thanksgiving. She is pretending at domesticity while my grandmother hovers nearby.

Shall I let you all in on a secret? Okay. If there is one thing that Spanish/Irish Catholics can do it is fight. If there is a second thing we can do it is DRINK.

So you can imagine our holidays. My grandmother asked if I wanted Bailey's and coffee, I said yes expecting a mild concoction and a jolt of caffeine.

Wrong. My grandmother's Bailey's and coffee is basically just Bailey's. Now it is 3:30 and I am a bit tipsy, hiding from criticism in the computer room under the disguise of an overly dedicated student.

I will write more later.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

When Harry Met Sally

Sally: Harry, you're going to have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling you have at the exact momment you have them.

Prediction: I will spend my Saturday night the same way I spent my Friday; doing homework until 3AM and eating twice my body weight in cookies.

Rinse and repeat.

P.S. Jenny has turned me into an ebay addict. My new necklace, it's basically a 4 inch owl on a chain and it cost me $4.60 with shipping.

I am still on the lookout for burgandy suede boots and a red candle chandelier.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Rupert Murdoch is being sued.

Which should make for a wonderful morning.

But then there is the bank lady saying, "credit this, and credit that..." and all I am thinking is: how many colors of the American Apparel v-necks should I order?

Sometimes you buy turquoise shoes to make up for your purple couch getting cinged. Irons irons irons. Or cigarettes? I'll never tell.

Tonight could be about the movies. Across the Universe? But I miss intense conversations about communism over even more intense vodka crans. and lord am I bored of it all. Just 5 more days.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Day 4 of my no pants strike.

So I've been refusing to wear pants lately. No, it is not a political move. Please.
Pants and I just need a break from one another. We will meet again soon.

I had such a good weekend! So relaxed and carefree. (Mom: That is because you didn't drink. Me: Or perhaps it is because I wasn't wearing pants?)

Friday night was Sushi with Maddie and the boys. I have missed them. I have missed edamame just as much. Alex does not eat anything white, we made him try a roll with mayo. He nearly died.

See that little skull? Well when they searched me...
Me: Sometimes you just need to put on big sunglasses and dance to Beyonce.

Saturday night I met up with some old friends turned new Salt Lake peeps. I love witnessing how people change, it's fascinating.

Plus it was a prolific shopping weekend. Thank the lovely for used furniture and clothes.

Fucshia suede coat. Mandarin Collar. Silk Lining. Vintage in the accurate rather than trendy sense of the word. It's a thing of beauty...I have the best coat collection ever.

Dishes for my new mismatched kitchen. Black and green and red and yellow. They'll look perfect on my spray painted table. You know, purposely poor looking.

I feel like life is calming down and going back to normal. I finally feel like myself again. Hope life is well for everyone else. Peace and love.