Ed's Redeeming Qualities

I've been in the outskirts of Santa Fe, NM since Sunday and I am more than ready to come home now. The altitude, dust and piercing sun are toying with my head immensely. Oy vey. There are also the gigantic dogs that shed on everything that makes me miss my Poltron Dogomatic.

Disregarding my inability to walk, breathe or see, the trip has been pretty fun and relaxing. I've been buying useless toys for my room (which I'm redecorating when I get home (EVEN PAINTING WALLS, whaa--?)).

Not only is this topless mermaid hilarious as it is, but her chest opens up and turns into a mirror.
"Here, please fix your hair.. the tits are complementary!"

This is a candle holder with a very sinister, overweight lady whose eyes burn right thru your retinas.

I've mainly been walking around downtown and watching Ali G. Two nights ago, we went out to eat at this very expensive Spanish restaurant where my Aunt had reserved a table for flamenco dancing. It was more than incredible and I especially enjoyed how the tables and floors shook.


Sam's been an asshole, however, and at times I wish we could've left him at our transfer connection flight at San Francisco.


If you look closely, you can see the flower in my hair.

Tonight, my Aunt is having a not-new-years party which should be fairly interesting. I've only met a few of her friends, but alcohol and good food is involved which means good times and good pictures.

'Tis the season

I somehow managed to end up with Nick, Colin and Ben in huxtable/granny (or better yet, Cosby) sweaters, posing flamboyently in all of their holiday glory midday yesterday at Laurel park. The original plan, however, was to shoot for all huxtable sweaters, but of course, Nick couldn't resist the schoolboy approach and those darn feminine sweaters were too tempting for Ben.

























Tonight is Christmas crap at my Aunt's house... Tomorrow I'll be headed to New Mexico for Chanukah where I'll probably have internet access, but probably not use it. Until then...

Would you like some toast with your mp3?

Going to sleep moderately early (ie, before 2:00 AM) does wonders, but it also results in weird dreams. After falling asleep last night at 10:00 PM, I somehow managed to dream about the excitement of making an mp3 cd. This morning, my mom comes in, taps my legs asking if I'd like toast with eggs and me and my dreamy glory heard it as "would you like some toast with your mp3?"

I can't stop listening to Broken Social Scene's new cd-- It's one of those that grows on you, except continuously. I woke up this morning humming "7/4" and I have the cd on repeat. Nevertheless, it is break and break is good. All I've been good for lately is doodling, spending money, sleeping and I've grown comfortably accustomed to making the best goddamn hot chocolate in the world, no joke.

I have decided to paint a wall in my room a different, loud color... Preferably red/orange or orange/red. I have also decided to apply lomography to my life (or better yet, take on lomography (or in actuality, have lomography take on me, in that twisted psychological sense)).

Not fitted for a straight jacket

Now, I'm not complaining, I'm merely stating that I'm stressed in the "most stressed Katy's able to be (in the most laid back way possible)" and this week has been difficult especially with the lack of support I get from friends. Sure, my work load in comparison to other's may not be the most insane, but everyone has a limit to how much shit they can handle. And it's partially my own fault for not being one to vocalize real personal problems but I also believe that part of maturing is having the ability to keep all alternative reasonings in mind.

With that being said, ciao.