My Brother's a Rock Star

Bona Fide. So bright that he's gotta wear sunglasses at night.

He's touring with these dudes all over this dirt-mound. Go see him! Say hello and tell him his sister thinks those glasses are just plain silly!

thought you should know...

I have a job. (<--that's a link)

Oh Well, Okay.

So maybe it's not as easy as just saying so.

I'm choosing classes now, finding I'm not that interested in some of the prospects, and getting really nervous about my whimsical dream of being an architect. I have no qualifications, no experience, and I feel locked in to academic obligations that aren't going to lead to the acquisition to either of those things.

I don't really know who to go to for advice, either. I'm very much more than a little lost, in a way that I haven't ever been while at school. I've always had some conviction or another for the classes I was taking (I'm pretty sure I even came up with a good justification for Choral Conducting freshman year), but now I am not sure why I would take "Body Image in French Visual Culture" (I'm not) and realizing that I can't take the studio and history courses I would like to take because I need to graduate. I am doing things like playing ultimate frisbee and working on a shabby literary magazine when really I should be applying for monkey work entry level positions at an architecture firm so that I can really figure out what I want to do with myself.

Man, I am cranky.

92067

Rancho Santa Fe is the 3rd most expensive zip code in the US.

Rich Motherf***ers.

My roommate listens to Chinese music I don't understand.

Eric went to see Tally Hall tonight. By himself. I wanted to see them last night, when they were San Francisco but I wasn't willing to go by myself. I probably should have, but, that's hard.

Instead, I'm in my apartment, watching Freaks and Geeks and City of God.

Or reading while listening to the NPR live broadcast of the National.

Or on my laptop while listening to the NPR live broadcast of the National.

The National's pretty good.

another thunderstorm is brewing

I should make a photo essay.

LeeAnn predicted that the troops would come back to Half What in September, and it seems as if she was right. September is a good time to start and finish things. The good news is that my calender is just a little more crowded this month than last month (not just because i'm going to see Andrew Bird this weekend and Rilo Kiley next weekend), and my e-mail inbox and phone are just a just a little more happening since I applied for a billion jobs last week. I don't want to talk about it until I have a little money in my bank account and a couple more pairs of black pants in my closet, but I feel like i'm standing with my bathing suit on and my toesies over the lip of a bright, sunny, glistening pool (to steal a well-worn metaphor from a good friend). The only problem is they left the cover on. So i'm waiting for them to take it off. They're beginning to peel it back.

Thankfully, vats of water aren't the only thing that will keep me cool this week, because it suddenly got a little bit cooler. Beginning: today. And last weekend. In fact, while my family was complaining about the 90 degree heat and lack-of-power in California, I was lounging in the cool evening on Navy Pier, having just survived a trip on the Ferris Wheel. But yesterday it was disgusting. And I know I have to buy a big damn winter coat soon, and i'll be complaining about the cold in a few short months, but right now this respite is nice. My little hidden kitchen in the back of the house with no windows and no air circulation needs a break from the humidity. And my skin needs a break from the harsh, dry (but cold) air of my old little window air conditioner.

I still have yet to decide what warrants posting on a la deriva, and what on Half What. But what the hell, it's September, I belong here.

There were a lot of whats in that sentence.

A Night of Rental Movies...

I'm going to make friends up here, right?