firstcrush

my head is still exploding with ideas, but the fear of not being able to say them, or convey my enthusiasm for this project is starting worry me. i know how i get sometimes. most of the time. I think it would be much easier to if we could cut my head open and let everyone see all the goodies. it looks just like yours on the inside. some parts maybe. this part at least. this part for sure.




love,

firstcrush

new monty songs made my head explode. plain and simple.
they are clearly are going to be everyones new favorite band in 2006.

it was nice to see some randoms last night. (and to see the body count for bamboozle increase)

dance party+hall of fame+microphone=best video of me and armyofwords EVER. too bad no one will ever get to see it....

i have no interest in being at work today. i want to go home and design my little heart out.

one of our more famous RISD profs, Fredrick St. Florian (http://www.fstflorian.com/) just came in the office. he's has this great Austrian accent and he chatted with me & my boss for a bit about the deconstruction of the Jamestown bridge earlier this week.  designers like that have such an amazing way of describing the world. they notice every little detail, and recognize it's beauty and importance.

dudes (yeah I just killed this whole entry by using the word dude) like that inspire me so much and make me really miss the great professors that I had at RISD. (i'm such a sucker for old school design, thanks to my heavyweight "Bauhaus" RISD education) I can only hope that I'm half that eloquent in my old age.....

...at any age actually...currently i still say "dude".

so one day, just about 3 months ago, i started liking hard boiled eggs. no reason, just had a craving. i hated them before that day, now i eat them all the time.

so odd.


*stay gold hoodie on it's way to ME! loves it.

last night when i was packing my suitcase, i felt like i was running away from home instead of back to it.

the lady at our office coffee stand said that i have nice nails and hands. that's great for a recovering nail biter to hear.

{word up to bonnie's "mrs. stress" tee that is currently viewing on petey's buzznet. i have to say i did like the original design idea better...buuuuut whatever. just to see the little girlies wearing HER nickname around is going to be totally rad. side note: are we all gonna flip our shit when the Stay Gold hoods are done?....um, YES!}

some people inspire me to be a better person. there is always room for improvement.

i've been reading like a monster for the past few days. need to chill out on the online lurker habits that came with the winter weather.

the excitement of our impending new york move, keeps me awake at night.

coming up...three days sans internet. i hope nothing super scandalous happens.

and you, don't update anything while i'm gone.

we don't like you and never will.
and you'll never read this, but we could care less.



with love,

-firstcrush

i told my mom i was coming home for easter.
now i don't really feel like going back to my broken home.
for the first time.
she said "you can stay with dad, i don't have an extra bed"
great idea, that's our house. i think i'll stay there.


i don't really want to go back now. it's easier to stay out of it.


*thanks for the update, we needed it. short, however*

stress management.

too much going on right now. including a sunday night panic attack about moving to new york.
i thought i owed the IRS $900. turns out i'm just a dumb ass.
my car needs a new tire.
RISLA needs something lame designed.

i need a nap.
i need to start saving money.
i need to finish all this design work and quit lurking on the internet.


i told work i was leaving in september. it almost made me cry. i can't back out now.
my mom says that i shouldn't have told them in case i don't find a job in new york.
she's prolly right. who's gonna hire me?

i mean...i'm not gonna lie...i'd pretty much OWN at any job...sorry, but it's true.
but you have to get to that point. i get too nervous at the beginning of things.

whatevershutup.