Pants Shopping

So I think I finally figured out how to buy pants that fit - buy them two sizes too small and suck it up until you've broken them in/haven't eaten because you spent your grocery money on pants.


I just bought these on sale for $20

and I'm pretty sure I like them. Leopard print pants are tough to pull off if you don't want to look like a 15 years old who's PUNK AS FUCK...especially since I look like I'm about 15. These aren't obnoxiously leopard print (from far away without glasses I'd had no idea), and they actually go with my clothes because all I wear is grey and black anyway. But I'm not sure I love them yet, it's the first time I'm wearing them and they're still a size or two too small, ha (also, I would like to point out that the shoes in that ad are the ugliest fucking things ever. Nobody who's wearing leopard print pants is going to prance about in them and grandma's good clogs thankyouverymuch)

However, I'm kind of leaning towards the more obnoxious version of them as well...

The blue is a bit brighter in person and much less gray. And for $20 I think it might be worth it, especially since most of my pants are going to become cutoffs come summer anyway.

While I'm making an imaginary shopping list, I need:

• black skinny jeans
• knee-high docs (call a friend for that one)
• dresses
• new black zip-up hoodie
• shoes

My Ancestral Homeland, New Jersey

I want to stay in New Jersey forever.

We always go on and on about how we're all doomed to live in Jersey forever (which is most likely true. people go away, but nobody ever really leaves), but if that's the worst thing about the future I'll have to contend with, I can live with that. Say what you may about it, New Jersey will always be home.

Jersey, here's to you.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jughandle

Basement Shows

It's always super awkward when you go and realize that you don't know a single person there and everyone else has somehow known each other forever, but then you see that kid you talked to for like ten minutes six months ago drunk in someone else's basement and then it's cool and you get in his friend's car to get burritos at 1am.

Do you sell hubcaps for a '72 Pinto hatchback?

As much as I hate Boston, I think that moving to a city where I was completely alone was the best thing I could have done for myself. It didn't magically fix anything, but I've learned a lot in the past year that I wouldn't have if I'd stayed.

I'm comfortable going places alone now.

Apparently a friend of mine in Tuscon has been using me as proof that girls don't get raped simply because they go places by themselves. It's funny, half the time I'm told I'm lucky to be alive and the other half I'm being used as the poster child for female travel safety. Sometimes when I get home and go to bed I think about how lucky I've been and how stupid some of the shit I've pulled is. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Boston has also made me realize that there is nowhere like New Jersey. Last night a few of us were sitting on my friend's kitchen counters cracking funeral jokes, which of course led to Clerks references (You knocked the casket over!-Well, it's not like it matters if she breaks anything.) which led to me explaining how whenever I'm out of state and people ask me about New Jersey I always ask if they've seen Clerks. Not only is it a Jersey movie where they actually talk like we do, but that movie could be about almost any kid that grew up in Central Jersey - shit, I even used to hang out behind the counter in a video store I didn't work in. Everyone on the counter paused for a second, before the uncertain chorus of "yeah, me too." That was the first time since I've been back that I've really felt at home.

The "N" key is broken on my keyboard and it is really pissing me off. Last week it was the 6 button, what the fuck!?

I don't really know where this post is going, so I'm going to cut it off now.


song of the day: Trash Rules Everything Around Me - Wingnut Dishwashers Union

Things I Like

I had some time to kill today while I was waiting for a ride, so I made a list of things I like. Every time I do that I'm always surprised by how well my list sums me up, and how interesting it is to look back on the lists I've made and see where my head was at any particular point. Without further ado, things I like:

• drawing squids
• public transportation
• odd jobs in place of regular employment
• punk shows in parks and basements
• the LES
• coffee shops that play punk rock instead of jazz
• unexpected travel plans
• people with scratchy voices
• Philadelphia
• talking to strangers
• foreign languages
• coincidences
• DIY or die!
• accents
• not being the oldest kid at the punk show
• closet intellectuals
• military surplus clothes
• dusty record stores
• folk punk
• documentaries
• anarchists and squatters
• documentaries
• fashionable androgeny
• books on rainy days
• gypsies
• being back in Jersey

currently listening: song 4 - Evil Robot Us'

Sometimes I wish I had a lot of money to burn...

Because I need this shirt. Not want, need. Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeed. Next time I have a bad day I think I know where my paycheck's going...

Also, having money for things like groceries, subway fare, and coffee would be pretty great. And, you know, college tuition and shit.




currently listening to: Skulls - the Misfits (and dancing around to it like a jackass. it's unavoidable)