Preppy is the New Hipster

Ah, manic depression, is quite remarkable. But hey I have a doctors appointment in a few weeks, can you spell....perscription drugs. I can, and I will if my docter has any trouble with it.
Probably not, actually I am just a big talker, and my so-called manic depression is probably just run-of-the-mill pfd from the generally amazing Oct/Nov I have had. Oh that and tomorrow I have to move out of cushy office, which sucks. It could be worse, but getting there in the midst of thick inter-office bs is worse than the prospect of no window and no door. So here I am broading in my pfd/no more office mood and I come across a little article about my little neighborhood, yay!

Im scared about the war, for the first time ever I think. I am scared that Iran and Iraq are going to unite and kick our cowboy boots out of the hemisphere. Im scared for Christian in Turkey and Christians in China, Jews in Palestine and commuters on the tube. Im scared because I don’t understand how beliefs translated to killing each other, or how beliefs and stories make us any different fundamentally. I think we can help, but I am scared because they don’t want it. I am mostly scared that this major issue has no effect on my compartmentalized little world, except the frequency with which I check the headlines in my comfortable and sterile desk. It seems so trivial, so dumb, paying death taxes.

There are lots of hipsters in LA.
Don't tell these two though.

Shockingly enough, I have yet to see any Godard. I guess it just seems so mainstream to me. I am still breathing though, despite the red eyes, orange counties, and purple octopus. Its really too good to talk about on my blog, but I will certainly tell you how much I miss it.

Turkey.

Death during the holidays usually seems appropriate for some reason. People are stressed anyway, there is no need for additional travel plans bc you are with your family anyway. My grandmother died on christmas when my hair was died with kool-aide and I had my tongue pierced. It was pretty fitting. I hope that todays deaths, Robert Altman and Pierre Gemayel are fitting as well. I am not sure if an assassination can ever be fitting though, even during the holidays.

I know that I said I would be on hiatus until we got Internet at our house and we have not gotten Internet at our house, but just the same I feel the need to share my overwhelming gratitude to my friends for making this weekend, the best birthday weekend ever. I would love to go into all of the little details, but who has the time? I will tell you this that over the course of the last twenty-four hours, there has been an Ethiopian dance party, a twist-off, some delicious brunch, a super-cute pair of party shoes, a drunken birthday booty call, Bens, steu courtesy of steu, some incredible presents, a couple of road sodas, and more fun than this twenty four year old body can easily process. I want to formally thank my friends-Josh for coming for a visit, and the most beautiful piece of jewelry I have ever seen, Dave-for the buttons and the checkbook holder! making the twisting cd, the score cards, and just generally being you, Steuart for throwing a kicking b-day party, making steu, not dying, and for some keeping it real on the dance floor, Taylor-for brunch, being an effing amazing cook, dancing to journey, listening to my insanity and just generally being awesome, Paul for coming through with the booze, letting us have a brunch party at your pad, and matt too. RSK-letting me get my way, not freaking out about the 35 drunken phone calls, letting me use your toothbrush, oh and blowing my mind with JC book. Agatha-for making everything so pleasant, for my book, and for your willingness to booty shake! Thanks to Hanna for the electric slide, Diana for being babelicious, DKNY for the mash potatoe. Maura for being a fair judge, the list could go on…………………

and yes, I have birthday princess tendencies.

I can't post at work anymore. My conscience has gotten the best of me. Besides I would rather look at schools abroad than type about shit that is far too personal to bring up. I guess I am feeling selfish these days. Shocker! Or perhaps I am just starting to act 24 a couple of days early, probably not.

We are supposed to be getting internet in our house today. So my post should be longer and better, but probably not.

So if you don't know what Kombucha is yet, you have either fallen off the face of the earth or haven't seen me for the last week. Kombucha is difficult to explain, and I am not going to try. IT makes your body feel awesome-helps hangovers too! I will say is don't be alarmed about drinking live cultures that taste like vinegar. This shit is nasty, and when I say nasty I mean awesome. Go to Whole Foods and pick some up ASAP. You can thank me later.

As I step out of my front door, I realize that I am wearing a red and white stripped shirt, red pumas and a red patagonia fleece. I am an independent! I have never been more afraid for my life on the metro.

Its true. Its sad. I did however get new running shoes this weekend, so I am a happy camper in general.

If there ever was a preppy hipster it was Maxy. I felt like I was channeling Max this morning on the way to work, listening to the kinks, kicking the red beret, if only Bill Murray was my best friend.

Ever feel that way? I am feeling that way right now. I dont know something classic and hip. I learned yesterday that men also have these feelings but about suits. Perhaps we are more alike then I had one time imagined. Doubtful though.

So last night was Halloween, and shockingly enough we didn’t have any candy at our house. It turned out to be okay because we only got one set of trick or treaties. I actually didn’t see them but apparently when we told them we didn’t have any candy, one of the not-so-young ladies replied with, “I know you got some pretzels or something” and again we had to disappoint, upon hearing this she asked for some chicken. When she heard we didn’t have any chicken she said she would consent to taking the tv.