Backtracking

So I've pretty much ignored this blog long enough. Thought I would catch you up on my life's events in reverse order. I'm hoping that by doing this, I will encourage myself to blog more once again.



That picture of me and Ross when we were three and seven is sitting right next to me now. I'm in DC visiting my parents and eating Wheat Thins...that's all they ever have to eat here. Last week they visited me in NYC. We went to a screening for my non-camera filmmaking class which was the first public exhibition of my first attempt at film. Pretty sweet. Someone in my class took my film to get a digital print made to be shown at a gallery in London in June. If all goes well, maybe I'll be able to post it here someday. We shall see. When I gave him my film canister, I took some sharp scratching tools out of it, put them in my bag, and forgot about them until two days later when I was coming back to my apartment in the wee hours of the morning. I pushed my hip against my door to forced it open only to have my hip met with one of the sharp little tools successfully stabbing me in the leg. Not really the best thing to have to deal with at 5am. I'm OK though.

Moving on, I saw Patrick Wolf...again. OK I love Patrick, but I've definitely had my fill. Yikes! I can't believe I'm saying that, but his show at Bowery was a little more glitter than I could deal with. Pictures? Voila!


Patrick Wolf

The week before that show, we all partied at Happy Endings. That was fun if only because Patrick rapped along with the musical stylings of Fergie. Good times...go back to England plzthnx. Ouch! I'm kidding. Why am I being mean? Who knows? I love Patrick. He has a unicorn tattooed on his chest! Take that for what it's worth.

I thought this would be in reverse chronological order, but really it's just turning out to be Tiye's random scatter-brained order. Learn to deal! I got back $80 last week by not going to see The Kooks or Arctic Monkeys. Good move, me thinks. Big venues plus all ages plus bands I already have seen many a time equals my ad on craigslist.

Last Friday, I went to a party in one of the nicest apartments I've been to in recent memory. So nice, I wanted to cry. It was really fun, but I was the only person there who didn't speak Spanish. Everyone knew English anyhow, so it was all fine until a bunch of us went to a little after party at which point not a single word of English was uttered for the rest of the night...I mean morning. Those few hours were spent watching people dance and sing their hearts out to every word of Spanish pop songs that I had never heard of. It was like when you go to a party and they play Will Smith and everyone knows the words to Men in Black...like that...in Spanish. Needless to say it was freakin awesome.

Friday's events will no doubt produce a great source for my embarrassment. I'm sick of having incriminating photos taken of me...I need to take some of my own! I'm going to start taking more pictures this summer, so look forward to that. I just got a killer job which I'll go into more detail about later next week after everything is finalized. For now I'll just let you know that once you find out what it is, you'll just think I'm a lucky bitch...not that you don't already think that...but it's really sweet and along those lines. What else? What else?



Last week Travis was away in Philly for way longer than I could stand. Hopefully that picture will help you understand. There will be a lot of stuff for you to live vicariously through posted on here next week. Promise!