Tuesday, March 9, 2010

What am I doing

I'd love to be able to keep this blog up to date and to be able to entertain all of you (two of you) with my witty thoughts and achievements and everyday goings-on. But I just can't. I can't think of anything to say.
Not that I'm writing this blog for other people. If I were I'd be doing a horrendous job at it. I really do it for me, because I like having all the things that I'm interested in and that I think about all in one place. But then I think, jesus christ, that's why I have a journal.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A European Parallel Universe

This artist is amazing. I wish I had a a ten thousandth of his talent.




Monday, November 2, 2009

Photographie








Adventures in the New World

Michael and I are travelling to my home country in just a few short weeks. Because he studies Film and Television at university, we are visiting Los Angeles for five days before we head to New Mexico, then to New York, and finally to Texas where most of my family lives. It will be two months of adventure.

On our first night in Los Angeles we will be enjoying something spectacular; the beautiful Julian Casablancas as he performs his new solo album for us. I've never been so excited to be jet-lagged.


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Even in My Subconscious We Fight



I got mad at you in my dream last night. We were at a pub with our friends, and you had to head home for some reason, so I drove you.
You kept talking about how you just wanted to stay there and get pissed that night. As we were driving, I suggested that I could hang out with you for a little while instead.
You said 'No, it's much more fun being with all of our friends.'
Then you got out of the car without kissing me goodnight.

I'm sorry, but I'm really mad at dream-you.
Dream-you has no regard for my feelings.


Sunday, October 18, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

Balance

Somehow, epic arguments with my boyfriend make me think of weird pictures like this, and I feel kind of compelled to take them out of my head and make them into something more concrete.