How old was the last person you kissed?
26. he probably still is.

Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight?
if i chance to pick up the phone and dial, but when the hell does that ever happen?

Why is your myspace song what it is?
because josie's on a vacation far away. come around and talk it over.

Where was your default picture taken?
in my room, where all good things begin and come to an end.

What is your current mood?
lurky.

What colour shirt are you wearing?
yellow.

Are you crazy?
let's just say i was being attacked by a serial killer, wouldn't you want me to be crazy under that circumstance? it's probably the only way to survive.

What was the highlight of your week?
finding perfume i liked at the drugstore for under 2 dollars. i've been waiting for this to happen for years.

What are you listening to?
probably the playlist on my myspace page.

How long is your hair?
party in the back, tegan and sara in the front. i'm growing it out. be patient.

Last thing you ate?
some delicious rice bread with honey. smoothies coming soon!

Are you happy right now?
yes. i can breathe.

If you could have something right now, what would it be?
a backrub, a fortune cookie, a kitten, and a new laptop.

What were you doing at 11:30 last night?
passing out on the basement floor.

Did your last kiss mean anything?
they always mean something. the last one meant "stop kissing me, i'm crying and i need to get on a plane."

What are you looking forward to in the next three months?
warped tour barbequeue electric daisy carnie.

What did you do today?
woke up, received and responded to massive amounts of telecommunication, drank some coffee, consulted my computer.

Do you like to smile?
i can't help myself. you are all so delightful.

How Tall Are You?
taller than you. if you're 8.

What time do you wake up at the weekend?
10 30 o clock.

What are you wearing?
tight, hot,  tight, hot hoodie.

what colour are your eyes?
hazelly.

If you could live somewhere else where would it be?
ideally i would do winter in england, the rest of the time between la and the east bay, and two weeks a year in new york city.

Where were you when you heard about the World Trade Towers?
i was in bed, sleeping. my stepdad physically woke me up to tell me about it. to be honest, i was nonplussed and i wanted to go back to bed.

Do you like your phone?
i love her.

Last tv show you watched?
the mighty boosh and the west wing.

Are you friends with the last person you kissed?
i wish.

Do you ever keep arguing even when you know you're wrong?
yes. but not about important things like emotions! more like, spelling and maths.

Do long distance relationships work?
if both people have sidekicks that are on all the time and plans to see one another in the immediate to intermediate future and you love each other very much...i still don't know.

Are you tanned?
t-rexes can't see you if you don't have a tan in orange county. i want to go unseen.

How do you earn money?
merchandising food retail, with a markup of at least 300%, without gratuity.

Last time you took a nap?
yesterday.

..When was the last time you cried really hard?
there's no crying at the chart house.

Who was the last person who texted you?
lulu.

What is your natural hair color?
brown.

Can you play guitar hero?
not with any degree of skill or precision. i would probably  be better at playing real guitar, i so suck at guitar hero.

You prefer warm or cold weather?
i don't know anymore. i have a 10 degree range of physical comfort and anything that falls on the borders of that really irritates me.

Do you have any nicknames?
yes. if you would like to contribute any, let me know.

What do you currently smell like?
tuberose and spray wax.

Where were you raised?
diamond bar california.

Do you have a reason to smile right now?
electric daisies, and alley is not going to die of kidney failure.

what do you pair this with? even with all your clothes off, it still doesn't make sense.

i just got my invitation in the mailbox (re: my computer, on the floor of the office, where my dad seems to be putting my mail lately) to caitlin's graduation. it's got the most adorable picture of the most adorable caitlin that looks like it was taken in 1975. or like her dress was made in 1975. i found her a very special present today, and because she's probably reading this right now i'm not gonna say what it is, rather i will tell you that i intend to buy my mum one of those voluspa champagne candles for mother's day tomorrow. i set a special run-to-planet-beauty-alarm for the morning. it appears that my brother has also gotten some mail too, from his old fraternity in colorado. fuck those guys, by the way. they made him drink gallons and gallons of milk for an initiation ceremony (one of many). it's sick that i still think about that sometimes. i know it's like saying the sun is hot or angelina jolie is hot or something but man, frats are gay.

choosing between medium hair styles is like choosing between different forms of government, or choosing between "bland" and "bleak" or "boring" and "mediocre." why do stylists put so much more effort (and so many more stupid, choppy layers) into their short cuts than they do into medium cuts? most of the women in the world have medium length hair, don't they? or am i just stressed because for the first time in my life since sixth grade i am faced with the challenge of awkward medium growout and i have to get it cut because my edges are fried, fried, fried. they'd be better off in tempura batter and a wee bento box.

so i've been all over all these hair-do websites, and avoiding what i could and have done for myself in the past in terms of cut and color, and also avoiding the angled a-frame bob (how you tempt me!), here are the only things i've found that i could possibly do to my existing hair, as per the internet, next month, when i see laura, the only hair stylist in god's green los angeles that i trust. a visual montage:

this really is boss hair. if i had a can of mousse i would be doing this to my 'do right now. i'm pretty sure only me and chloe sevigny agree about this hair do, but my god, can i please have the earrings to go with?

this is probably the closest thing to what my hair is doing right now, plus split ends minus the irritating 'honey' blonde. remember that episode of daria where jane is trying to find black dye in a sea of 'cornfield' blonde and 'buckwheat' blonde and she wonders why all hair dyes have agricultural names? yeah.

this i love for obvious reasons. except i'm over my five-years old white-blonde shtick and i'm not stoked on the idea having a fringe during the summer. still...

is this a Real Doll? i'm not even thinking about this hair do i'm too distracted by her removable tongue.

sigh. let's move on to the classics.

that's right. look upward, and listen to god commending you on your superior follicles / face / dress / jewelry / everything.

now i know the whole point of growing my hair out is that nobody gets to see my neckline unless i deem it appropriate (or i'm at work) but man...there really is a strong case for the perennial bob. it's really not gonna happen though, is it? can we still get a hell yeah though for posh spice back when she was hot? no? damn.

you never get to decide what useful and / or long-abandoned shit you might find at your mom's house but man, am i excited about what i found. you'll never guess (because it's really, really not that interesting). i found my old server book from buca di beppo, with all my old pens and my notepad and all this effective cash storage that my shit at the chart house just does NOT cover. i am so going to take it to work with me tomorrow. i'll probably get yelled at for having materials from other establishments, but i think it might be worth it to have one moment where i can separate my credit card slips from my cash and breathe a sigh of relief because i really hate it when those two things are touching. it gives me alan partridge moments.

so now when i'm at home and i'm bumming out, which is usually these days ,(unless i'm in my car bumming out, or at work bumming out, or at an audition, bumming out...just bear with me), the only thing that really cheers me up is shit like this:

cooking with tegan and sara

just more proof that my brother and i really need to youtube our online cooking show. or make an online cooking show out of masking tape and brawn and sheer will, period.

would you watch a cooking show that me and timo wrote, cooked on, co-produced and ate in front of you, to prove that our food is not poison? (it's not).

thoughts? tomatoes? jam / jelly / honey bears?

so i'm not saying the fog has lifted or anything, but help is clearly on the way. lulu is making me a mix and corey gave me some cds loaded with danceteria sesh madness for me to make tapes out of for my car. yes, tapes. everybody knows music sounds better with the faint fairy dust hum of the tape player in the background. it's the sugar in my coffee. i'm supposed to drive up to sierra madre tomorrow and i really don't wanna. (i'm really not gonna). i'm sort of sick and i need to take it easy and then go to work and make lots of monies so i can corset myself in finery and (obviously) new tech. work work work!