horoscopes

The L Magazine - January 17-30, 2007
by Laps Trinity
Pisces:

Springtime in Paris, autumn in New York, winter in Madrid, summer in Berlin...Is it possible to live the life of our dreams Pisces? Yes and no. Ok, to be more specific, no. Sorry. The dreamlife is nothing more than a flimsy gauze of pink spun candy that melts at the first sign of a little rain. And seriously, winter in Madrid? C'mon dude, its way too windy.

Buffalo's Artvoice - January 25-31, 2007
by Rob Brezsny

In her book Frankenstein, Mary Shelley created a monster who was smart and sensitive. He felt empathetic pain for suffering of Native Americans. He desperately wanted a mate. He read Milton's Paradise Lost and felt a grieving kinship with the struggles of Adam depicted therein. In accordance with current astrological omens, Pisces, I encourage you to acknowledge and express love for your inner Frankenstein monster-the tormented, disfigured yet powerful part of your psyche that needs your compassion. I'm sure that this will prevent it from doing what Shelley's fictional character ultimately did, which was to go on a rampage-and will maybe even set it on a course to become a force for good.

in light of my horoscopes for this week or so, i have to mention that all this astrological malarkey might coincide with two specific events:

i was offered the position as programming director of wrub, the radio station at my school. despite not having much experience yet, i was realtively confident in my abilities. nonetheless, after the informal interview, i was turned down for the job. this can be construed as both good and bad. needless to say, im a little bummed, but in the words of cam'ron and kanye west, "i'm down, but not out."

• there was a student visual arts organization show in the basement gallery of our center for the arts. i submitted a couple of things and i went to the show opening for 10 minutes right before class. although the president of svao had a minor mishap with my pieces, i plan on going back to check for them this weekend. i saw some really cool stuff and im pretty happy with the fact that i actually gave in some of my work. in fact, im even surprised i dabbled with new things in my sketchbook over vacation. i usually end up putting it off for so long that my paints have gone stagnant and most pages in my notebooks are blank, but im trying, and right now, im a little proud of myself.

Q-borough stand up!!

this article was in the nytimes today.
im trying to find some inner connection with my borough. (and yes, a borough - not a town or township. we have 5 of them). ever since i went away for college, ive had a deeper appreciation for home, but its still not as intense as it should be, being that i'm a native member of queens. i was born there, but ive always been raised out in chinatown and the city. when i was little, i never wanted to leave my grandparents' apartment on mott street. so every time i go back home i try and take in the borough of queens as much as possible. simply put, we are great. queens, ny biatches.

high definition boobies!

watch your porn in HD now.

*im sorry theres no clever image for this post that isnt full out porn.

the mold on your ham, cheese and bread

im in an odd state right now. i had to scrape the mold off my bread again.
im trying to get back into rhythm but it doesnt help when your roommate doesnt do anything. all day.

is there such a thing as second-hand laziness without pot?

its depressing. add this to the sun that hardly ever shines and the cold wind. all the time.
then of course, theres world peace, war, president bush and kids that think facebook is the most important thing on planet earth but will one day run the country. you know, things of trite nature.

"don't let the man get you down."

yes, school of rock is full of life mantras. but im sorry, im just not feelin' it today.

im not feeling really clever right now.
i just miss feeling nyc concrete.

pssst! the dream is ALIVE. yup, that's right. oh you sweet sweet dunks. thank you ebay.

ed templeton's cul de sac sounds delicious.

i wish it were summer. sirenfest, shorts and cons.

if i need to make zig zags while walking in the snow just so i can amuse myself for two seconds out of my day, i will.
vans make fun waffle footprints.
dont be a hater.

neck face.

...and now i hollerr!

welcome back to the LO

the home of the ugg wearing:





cab driver: do you like UB?
me: it's alright.
cab driver: don't lie.
me: hah.

he also told me some amusing stories of his son and pot.

i got back to my room at 1am. my flight was cancelled twice and delayed at least three times. the weather in nyc is in the high 30s. in buffalo, it is currently 14 degrees with snow. today was the first day of class and i wore my nuk fam shirt because i wanted to feel close to home. all i can listen to is cool calm pete and intelekt and dirty digits. my history classes seem good so far. i'm exited. its always akward for me during the first day. i'm not sure who will be sitting next to me and who will being passing me the syllabus. trite and elementary school-ish, i know, but i've always been this way. anxiety has always been one of my closest companions. its a little intimidating when you are one of the few females there and even more so when youre the only minority. its almost impossible not to notice me. i went back to my room during my break to unpack my things and i ended up reorganizing all my drawers. this always happens. im always trying to fit myself correctly into a spot at this school, but my clothing and property seem to be the only tangible things i can shelve and put into their own place.

my first day back is always strange. my sense of orientation is a little off. i tend to forget things and it makes me almost dizzy sometimes. however, i hope to make this semester better than the last. with the inspiration of my friend erika, im going to try and be the awesome christina that iam - both personally and academically. i suppose last semester was the purging of the crap i really needed to let out. this time around i hope my system is rid of the puke and has been thoroughly sawdusted. previously ive always thought that buffalo just couldnt handle the awesome that is me, but, "its not our fault that we're awesome."

nahmean?

embedded @ mercury lounge

friday night: loer velocity/bisc1/intelekt and dirty digits/psyche origami/cool calm pete/junk science, iller than theirs, nuclear family

i dont have any pictures of loer velocity or bisc1, which im a little sorry for.

intelekt and dirty digits

psyche origami

nuclear family

cool calm pete

win a date with nuk fam!
so seriously, i was one number away from getting this.


i have videos but because i cant figure out how to embed them on blogger and because im too lazy to start up a youtube account, you will all have to live with the fact that you didnt go to a really bitchin' show.


i scored some pretty great stuff, including a t-shirt that i got for cheaper cause im, "just that cute."
lesson learnt? flirt at the merch table ladies. if you cant be a cute asian girl, dont be a slut.

sincerest apologies blog

i lied. yeah, im sorry. you know when i said i should spend less time reading books and doing things in my sketchbook? well, its been the complete opposite. forgive me, but sometimes, youre like eating rice pudding. youre good for 2 seconds, but if i dont take a break, i might gag. except this time, its not your milky, ricey-ness, but the pretentiousness of blogging my life away.

i promise to be back soon. in the meantime, entertain yourselves.

books? no, its crailtap motherfuckers.

i just spent my entire afternoon watching skate videos from the great and re-established love, crailtap. (* considering my day started at 2 pm, this doesnt account for much). havent been there in a while but since i spent my night watching yeah right! i suppose that was only appropriate. countless hours later, im stumbling upon mishka, aNYthing, and dave's quality meats. i - am very upset with myself. not only did i not know that KUDU was playing friday night, but that reason made a slew of magnets and were handing them out downtown new years eve.

you know what this means? im obviously spending a little too much time reading books and watching porn and not enough time scouting the internet for useless shit. whoa. seriously.

alright, alright. lets get right down to the pulp of the matter. dqm totally has the dunks ive been desperately searching for in my size (6! mensss! well, hopefully they have my size). the last time i was this close, that motherfucker on ebay copped out cause he was a douche. whateverrr. ferreal. i saw them on some kids feet walking down broadway. you bet yer ass i was drooling up buckets. that bright orange glow of a nike emblem. oh baby, my pants are getting tight.

so, the juice of this carton of goodness? im totally feelin' mishka right now. their shirts are pretty cool. 10 DEEP has also got some good stuff, especially this one. yes, i would rock that shit all the time.

chan marshall is on this month's magnet. go cop that.
yeah right! is sweet. spike jonze did some pretty cool stuff.
diary is almost too scary to handle.
that sketchbook only has one thing in it and its great, but no one will ever see it.
im a little disappointed by kim's mondo. i think im going to have to go to fatbeats.

new artwork for a new year

more to come soon, i promise.

i spent my new years in brooklyn with crazy dancing and lots of champagne.
i ate 12 grapes at midnight, making wishes as i popped them in my mouth.
i really cant remember what all 12 of them were, but i know the important ones, and i hope they come true.
i climbed into bed this morning, into sheets that were cool and smelled familiar. my pillows were comfortable and soft, unlike when im at school, and i like that.
i woke up to the taste of champagne, dunkin donuts hot chocolate and a cigarette in my mouth.


look! grapes in my cup!


erika making wishes from her list



this bitch is going to have my babies


the infamous piece of bootay that is choi