i keep having this dream. no, not like a sleep dream, though sometimes i dream about my dream, but its more like day dreams - just thinking of the possibilities. would you like to hear it? okay, well. prepare yourself, its kind of a hipster's dream. i know, i know. hopefully i can translate all my dreams to you, im not so sure myself but im listening to devendra banhart so im channelling my inner hipster.

first off, lets say that i really dont think im a hipster. im saying this, not because im a hipster trying to either a) sound modest or b) be all cool and deny my hipster ness/ "only cans have labels" it up because i guess i kind of am a hipster but really, im not as hard core as a traditional hipster is. i mean, ive got vintage pieces but im as serious as the others. and also, i wanted to be a sorority girl, i mean really, what self respecting hipster does that? so lets just agree to disagree that although i have hipster points, im not as hard core as the rest of the hipster population.

okay, now that thats out of the way, this is how i feel. (maybe this will make me a hipster?) i feel restless. there it is. i mean, i am over 1000 miles away but i feel like there is so much i havent done and i am getting all antsy to do it. id really love do something that i would be super pleased with, like join a band. you know? i do some fun things down here, but after evaluating everything, it just seems so mundane. i dont think im getting everything out of college, you know? i cant wait for next semester so i can make more friends and do something. i want to meet more people and have more adventures like hiking and road tripping. i think thats the major one - id love to road trip and sort of figure it out as we went along. i sound so crazy. what is wrong with me? i think it would be exhilerating to sort of panic a bit and ride with the gas tank on low and live in that purple palace with a friend. give up stability for the unknown, NONSENSE! i know. and i wouldnt do it, cause im a big scardy cat but i would like to take that roadtrip. ive talked about a roadtrip with one guy and id love to get a group together to go to bonnaroo and meet up with my possible future roommate there, shes from san antonio so we would all meet there. thats my favorite part of summer, all the driving with the windows down and im real sad to see that over. i dont know, i guess its the little rebel in me that wants that sort of unknown life. i sound spoiled, oh who am i kidding, i am!

when i was visiting new orleans, we ate at a restaurant that overlooked a little four corner place and, looking up, there were two apartments that i was suuuuper interested in. one side lived a group of people - boys and girls with scraggly hair and tattoos and dirty feet and what i saw really made me a creepy staring girl. like they all just sort of sat out on their terrance and watched the people below and played music and smoked (i wouldnt do that but everything else - yes please!) and the other apartment had beautiful white windows all open with sheer white curtains blowing in the wind, it was all so hip with a modern twist and i loved it. the man who lived in there had a dog and, being a creeper!, i saw him take his dog for a walk and shortly after he was back with a baguette under his arm, i mean how cool! 4

i just want to roam and see everything, god, i sound so whiny rich kid-ish, im sorry y'all.

you know how people are like: "before we lived in our mansion, we lived in a tiny one room apartment in the ghetto and it was the happiest moment of our lives"? well i guess i want that. that sort of struggle you know? i guess what im trying to say is that i want that experience of scrambling together things, making the best out of the worst, taking one day at a time to appriciate success and what i have now. i mean ive never had to feel that and i really dont want to grow up having everything drop in my lap. i am grateful for the things i have and for the people that i love but im not as grateful as i could be, do you know what i mean? ive never not had, so what i do have is just the usual for me. i dont know.

in other news i may or may not be living in a purple palace apartment with my friend L. if this were to happen you can bet banhart's "pray for the other person's happiness" would be playing on repeat (as well as 90's classics) and we joke that we would spend all our money on anthropology doorknobs. that is our priority and we are sticking to it. i dont know man, i wouldnt want to get a bed, so i would like to go the minimalist and sleep on an airmattress on the floor. i mean, it sounds crazy, but it also sounds slightly intriguing, right? and there are nice air mattresses out there! well i think that living in the so-dubbed "purple palace" would be the beginning of my adventure. another part of the dream would be to begin to blog a little more seriously. oh jeez, now we know i am crazy. but there are so many interesting people in my classes and i see so many interesting people on campus. i really hate that i cant know everyone from my school. i really like picking people's brains (figurativly) and learning about them and i just love to talk. lets face it, i do. and i would be honored to share it with other people on campus. i mean, i would want to know if the random boy in my class is a fencing artist who won awards for his sculptures. i think it would make college feel a lot less like a singular journey. now we're getting somewhere. so my dream would include me interviewing people for their stories, stopping people and taking pictures of their outfits, talking to the professors about themselves. im curious to know these people that i share the university with and there must be others as well.

anywhoooo ive got to go do important things or something like that. so happy thanksgiving and to all a good night. right?


things are so crazy down here. talking to my family in a bit about where i am living next year. blogger, i want you to know that i may be living in a dark purple house aka the purple palace with my friend Lauren. but nothing is certain, ill keep you posted.

other than that, I LEAVE FOR HOME IN 29 DAYS! oh my goodness, i cant wait, you know how so many teenagers are so angsty and just want out and swear that they will never return? This Girl is not that at all! Im going home and looking forward to just laying on the couch and watching tv ('how exciting' you may be thinking, well i dont have one down here and only watch available shows on hulu or pbs but other that, zip!) (plus watching tv on the couch means being accompanied by my parents and probably cat and eating chinese food - which is good cause i love my parents and there is terrible chinese food down here) also DINERS. enough said. also: italian food! EEEEEEEEEEE. ive managed to keep off the freshman fifteen so far but when im home, i am not accountable for my actions, JUSS SAYIN'. oh waitwait, i told my mother how excited i was just to sit and eat with my family and she paused and said "...well you can see your friends too, ya know" OH I LOVE HER.
So, next, also i cant wait to see my cat, but you guys already know that.
just a quote from me from like, two days ago: (my friend remarks at how I talk about cats a lot) me: "i think i talk too much about cats and not enough about everything else".

WHATS UP WIT THAT? WHATS UP WIT THAT? (another inside joke, it just fit in so well.)

alsoalso: sleeping in my own bed, oh yes! DRIVING! YES PLEASE! just all around being around people who say talk and pause like you do, living the dream!

in an unrelated note: i went to the local thrift store yesterday, "twice as nice" bought a really cool dress/belt duo, a skirt and a lion necklace and made friends with the owners and where might they be from? NJ AND PA. i just looked at them, stunned, and said "OF COURSE! the only thrift store and its owned by northerners." i mean really! but! this completes, or at least partly completes, one life goal that if i cant own a thrift store, that i would make friends with owners of a thrift store so that i could first dibs on merch. and also because i love friends. SO CHECK.

other than that, i have to go to a football game now. roll tide yall. (i say YAWL rather than yhal, like everyone else, oh jersey.)


last night i got back from a trip to new orleans. it was really wonderful.
besides touring the city and seeing many many many hipsters! and the live jazz bands and falling in love with the city itself and spending time with 2 very good friends and a really terrific family, i also went to a music festival. VOODOO FEST! oh goodness, i cant even talk about it, i dont know how to explain it but i loved it. ive never been to one, but ive always wanted to go to bonaroo or sasquatch or lollapalooza or even bamboozle for a time but this was just fantastic. i saw ozzy osbourne and weezer and kaskada and crookers and paul van dyk and drake and DIE ANTWOORD AND HOT CHIP. (plus a lot of other great smaller bands!) OH GOD IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER. i loved them all esp. die antwoord and hot chip and now i just cant stop thinking about it. new orleans is beautiful and i had a wonderful time with my friends and met so many nice people, including a nice boy who is one of my friend's friends! eeeeeee! halloween was great, i was a classy black cat and reused my jackie O costume idea. loved it all! i am tired and my feet are dirty but it was a great time! i am addicted to music festivals, so goodnight! hope your halloween was fun!