bye leo!

So there is this girl whose blog I follow. I have never ever met her, she lives in New York and used to work for Cosmo, now she is a freelance writer for a living, and her name is Leo. That's all I know.
Anyway, she is leaving today to go live in Paris for a year. She's actually probably on the plane right now. And the weird thing is, I'm really going to...miss her? I don't know, I was looking at her pictures that she posted of her going away party and on the inside I was like "bon chance, leo!" but didn't want to post any comments because it made me feel like a creepy creeper.
Moral of the story--I think that Vogue needs to publish a new book on social etiquette for our generation. Because I have no idea what the protocol is when you want to wish your favorite blogger whom you have never met but feel as if you know personally good luck on her upcoming international excursion.

if it seems lately that i am obsessed with her, its because i am

This is the most adorable thing I have ever seen.

She had her first show ever at Madison Square Garden the other night, and this is how she reacted when she came onstage.

Precious.

happy birthday lakota

It is my dog's birthday. She is one. I'm not going to do anything for it, mainly because she's a fucking dog and doesn't care one way or another, but I wanted to acknowledge the date because it is actually the first time in my life that I've ever had a dog whose birthday I knew. Pretty cool, I think.

I'm watching the adventures of pete and pete. i like to pull it out every six months or so because it is the most awesome kids show ever made and makes me forget all my troubles. Not that I have anything going on right now thats particularly troubling, but you know what I mean. The general troubles of adulthood--working during the summertime, getting paid and knowing that 80% will automatically go to rent and car, dating (i have a particularly horrifying story that i can't even bear to write down--ask me about it personally if you're interested)--things like that. Pete and pete makes it all go away.

I want to go to the beach. I think I might.

i'm julia child, BON apetit!!!

Just skimmed a rather strange and over-thought critique on "Julie and Julia"--something about feminism, probably about women in the kitchen being anti-feminist, not sure. And then I stopped reading, because I'm pretty sure the whole point of feminism is to allow women the freedom to do whatever the fuck they want, and listening to one woman bash another about her desire to be in the kitchen = point missed.

Anyway, I loved Julie and Julia the same way that I love watching Ina Garten and Giada DeLaurentis on food network in the middle of the day. It was so relaxing and entertaining, and even if it was just for a couple of hours it gave me the freedom to fantasize that maybe someday I too would have the patience, ambition, and talent to create such dishes myself. Also, I was completely shocked to discover that Meryl Streep was hysterical as Julia Child. Like, brilliant. For some reason I've never been a huge Meryl fan, but I am definitely coming around after this.

Oh, and one other thing--watching movies with baby boomers is so much fun. I went to the 4:30 screening because it was the only one not sold out at the Terrace (my favorite theater because 1. they serve booze, 2. all the screens have curtains on them that open grandly as the lights dim, and 3. before the movie they play the 'lets go out to the lobby' song where the hotdogs sing). So of course all the early birds were out, and everyone was calling me young lady and saying stuff like "someone must be playing hooky today!!" (yes).

Anyway, everyone settled in, the movie started, and I discovered something that I never realized before--I have the sense of humor of a 65-year-old. The audience was so fun and laughed at everything that I did, which almost never happens, and at the end everyone in the theater clapped and the husbands and wives were like "im starving now!" I've always known I have an old soul, but this was just further confirmation.

taylor swift has won my heart from here on into eternity

and the history books forgot about us, and the bible didn't mention us.

not once.

had pizza with good ol' sam danner and some friends of his in north charleston yesterday, and must say, he hangs out with some pretty rad people. the combination of good conversation, fruit flavored beer, and dusk on main street was so relaxing, i could have stayed all night.

i can't believe marjorie is finally married. i thought it would never come, and now here i am a week later, with my wedding-day manicure all but chipped off and my bridesmaid dress still wadded up in the trunk of my car. post collegiate time is moving uncomfortably fast.

i saw the most awesome mugshots online just now--they're from the early days of photography, and instead of two separate pictures taken from the front and side, they are taken from the front with a mirror placed to the side of the person that captures the profile simultaneously. look them up, they are vaguely sentimental, and i have no idea why.

and since copyright and other various and sundry bullshit prevents me from posting those mugshots on my blog, i'll leave you with this one.