Monday, June 15, 2015

June 15th


Yesterday morning I rolled up my pocket change that was haunting the little cabinet next to my bed (thus nullifying the name "pocket change") and went off to happily purchase the collectors edition of "Amnesiac" by Radiohead. While I am a fan of the band (much-ly), I suppose I bought it because I liked the packaging. It looks like a little defunct library book. I find myself to be very susceptible to good packaging. Perhaps that's what I'll go into college for.


also: my mojo is back and ready to rock.


dear tara,

you sounded sad when you called last night. so i just wanted to say that i love you, boots! ;) 
(see, it's like "toots" but not. clever, eh?)


Number of Handle-bar moustaches seen today: 2
Number of B list performance artists talked to: 1 (Slymenstra Hymen, of GWAR.)


i was going to write all about the towering success of my garage sale this weekend. All 53 dollars of it. i just do not have the things that old people want. (next! Mel Gibson in "What Old People Want"... with Jessica Lange!)

instead, i'm going to write about last night when some came over the bridge to Seaside driving in the wrong lane, nearly hit us, and then, undeterred, succeeded in hitting the car a few lengths behind us.

it is important to mention that there are actually two bridges over the bay, one leading to Seaside and one that leads from Seaside. So, to drive on the wrong side of the road, you have to drive ON A TOTALLY DIFFERENT BRIDGE. Somehow, this guy was able to power all the way across the bridge without incident driving at or around 70 mph.

According to my mother, who works at the hospital and thus, pilfered information, there was one car with three boys, aged 18 or so, that flipped over the median while trying to avoid the oncoming car. They are all fine and were released last night. The car that was more directly hit was driven by my mother's co-worker's daughter, who only suffered burns from the air bag (a violent lot, those air bags.) The kid who was driving the on coming car was 17 and drunk "off his ass" and apparently huffing while he was driving (according to mum.) After being told what he had done, he went home and promptly attempted to kill himself.

Oh! and my sinuses are feeling better but my tonsil is really large and that's just uncomfortable. and i've been in a foul mood all day so i'm sorry to everyone that i have come into contact with.


there are far too many for me to be in love with, right now.


calling the bathroom "the office" is a joke that never gets old.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

June 14th

An otherwise all right day. Not as peaceful as days past, nor as cool. I hate humidity, even though it causes such wonderful shows of fog at night. After today's graduation ceremony (that Ben and Jen and I pretended to attend), and being all nice and social with friends' parents, we went to the boardwalk. The fog was so thick that when you were standing at the midway point, you could not see either pier, giving the beach a nice "pre man" look. I half expected to see the top of Lady Liberty sticking out. However, as you walked towards one of the piers, it seemed to materialize straight from the sand.

For the first time in a long while I went on a ride or two. During one of them we went got the workers to play "Come to Daddy" Happiness abounded.

And speaking of music and losing money, I bought Depeche Mode's "Exciter" and placed a hold on a limited edition copy of Radiohead's "Amnesiac". Allow me to be blunt. Only buy Exciter if you want to round out your collection. It is a horrible album. Sure, the lyrics remain as lame and cheesey as they were during the days of Violator and the like, but the music is different. Not as deep, both physically and metaphorically. It seems to be badly produced. The vocals are not integrated into the music. The components are there, but what fills the space connecting said components happens to be missing. Please, someone get those boys back on a strict diet of heroin again.


Happy Birthday, journal.


woohoo! go liz for fitting into Danielle's size 8 skirt! i knew it was just a matter of holding onto it long enough.


Time:12:17 pm.
A) happy second birthday, you live journal, you.

B) there is a bug bite on my bum.

C) last night, the Enigma complimented me on my hair. this morning, i am still giddy as a school girl on speed.
i was at a loss as to how this summer could possibly get more summery; already it's been full of working at the boardwalk, going to coney island, long bike rides, popping around manhattan and brooklyn chasing bands of musical gypsies and wearing white cotton skirts and dresses. the other night i went to the season's first barbeque, which was full of hamburgers, beer, a swimming pool, friends from school, and bug bites. on sunday, i joined a band. on monday, we played our first public engagments. on tuesday, i drove home with the windows all down and didn't care that the air conditioner had stopped working. so, in the interest of upping the summerage, i got on my bike and spent the evening riding through lawn sprinklers.


last week i was calling people and crying about ho wi felt like i didn't have a home anymore, just a place where i kept my stuff and a place where my parents live. today i think that i feel more at home when i am on my toes and on the move. i feel so much more at home when i'm not at my house.


Girlhaus' first press kit, sent to us via 2 day express mail. 
Girlhaus: kind of like a real venue.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

June 13th



I've gone and done it.
This is my new journal.
I will take bets on how long it will last,
either by days...or entries. The choice is yours, dear reader.

Speaking of other things i swore to never do, I found a bowling ball-complete with bag- alongside the road today.
I am no longer Liz. Today I became MJ Campbell, bowler.


must find motivation to work on site...but the web is like an arthritic jogger on antibiotics tonight.


I have a co-worker who is my age and wonderfully bright.
I present a portion of today's conversation:

Me: Oh! you liked Pi? That's such a great movie, although I don't really get the part with the brain on the subway stairwell.

Him: Yeah, I don't get why he sticks that drill into his head in the end.

Me: Well, he lobotomized himself.

Him: Yeah, but he was still moving and shit.

Me: Yes, he only took out the part of his brain that controlled mathematical reasoning...remember, the medical texts and him drawing on his head....? He was finally able to live in peace...

Him: Yeah, but, like, what was with all that math stuff


went to aunt j's again tonight and wished i had a family like the one i was with. lots of activity. cousins my age. friends. good conversation. people who actually care what i say and how i feel. love. acceptance. i have an "old guard" roman catholic family. there are thing you don't talk about. there are emotions you don't express. honesty is blunt as a blowing pin and wit is sharp as razors. bicker bicker bicker drink drink drink. it's only the surface that matters. smile. be happy. be well adjusted. get along. respect you elders.

I've had such a wonderful day.
I should call out of work more often.

i've had such a fabulous day


I just purchased this dress pattern from Colette Patterns and I cannot wait for its arrival. You wouldn't know it from the lack of fashion shots, but I've been making a few new dresses for myself this summer. Wonderfully functional and really comfortable dresses that can be worn in colder weather, too. 

This pattern is very similar to a dress that I made last month, but I'm still very eager to do it up. It's a little more finely detailed and modern. Still not sure how I feel about the pockets, though. What I find great about this and the other pattern that I mentioned was that they are very flattering to more buxom figures; a hard thing to find these days. 

Also, while I never liked "playsuits" or, as I call them, "the adult romper", the author of the pattern has a very compelling adaptation of this design in such a style and, I must say, it looks good.



Now do you get it! It's them, not you...
So don't feel so funny
Live for risks, they don't...

There's no fight in them, no spit and fire
Nothing gets them angry
Oh come on, let's go shake the world

Be thrilled by the thought
That it's wild out there
Even if it's really not that great

Getting married? Making babies?
But you haven't been to Paris
The object of the game is to leave town

I want you to be so happy
You will bug them with your presence
They'll say you're wrong, you have no style

I want you to be lean and hungry
Slum geniuses kicking limos
Walking by yourself down Razor Street

I want you to know people who laugh too loud
And have to get drunk to find the right words
And can't sleep 'til the colors are just right

I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If you don't know your plans, so what?

You should show up at their parties
Frankly state their music's lousy
Their art is stupid, don't be cool

Do mind bottled dressing
Object to instant coffee
And go to movies all alone

look someone in the eyes and say you'll satisfy them, Though you both know the way love is, that's a lie

I want to see your fists in their searchlights
Hear danger from their radio
Toke every chance you can to get revenge

No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety "Patience" means "never"

Don't shake hands,.don't smile a lot, not much "please" And "thank you"
Believe in "no", insist on "why"

Want false hopes, expect magic
Put your life on the line for something
Bet on dreams, again and again

Make a country that's fat and smart
That doesn't love to screw its own
And gives, instead of sucks the world dry
(The Waitresses)