eeclectricity

this bitch doesn't know how to blog

2008-08-19T07:54:00.000-07:00

so how do these new posts work? is it the chicken or the egg?

because here i am,sitting in front of my blog ready to post and i realize,shit,was i supposed to have an idea before i sat down? or maybe i wasn't. or maybe i should just post this

and call it a day.

anyways,i have semi-thoroughly traipsed through my new albums and have returned with a deep love for the gay 80s [gayty's] vibe that i get from chromeo,while also keeping both van she and the last shadow puppets [are they?] on repeat.

god i need to take a blog how-to class. is it possible to be a writer/not a blogger? is it possible that i'm overanalyzing my inability to blog within the first two weeks of its inception?

[yes.]

so i'll just say,fuck,i really want to go to hooters with this guy:

the eternal quest for music that sounds nothing like the office itunes i am forced to listen to for 40+ hours a week

2008-08-15T06:45:00.000-07:00

after listening to hot chip on repeat for pretty much the last two months,i went on another quest for new music. god i'm such a whore for listmania on amazon. it's great until you find one of your favorite albums on a list,presumably surrounded by 24 other albums that have great potential to become your next favorite,only it turns out to be an awful disappointment that just makes you want to click the back button on your browser just to get the fuck out of there. an example would be:

hot chip - coming on strong

mgmt - oracular spectacular

...ooh this is good,i'm liking this so far...

girl talk - feed the animals

vampire weekend - vampire weekend

...oh yes,i'm so into this...

fleet foxes - fleet foxes

of montreal - hissing fauna,are you the destroyer?

...yes! my god,yes!...

phil collins - greatest hits

nickelback - silver side up

good charlotte - the young and the hopeless

sean kingston - beautiful girls

...what? WHAT???

anyways,my quest led to these albums:

cut copy . in ghost colours // van she . v // the last shadow puppets . the age of understatement // black kids . partie traumatic // chromeo . fancy footwork // digitalism . idealism // elbow . the seldom seen kid // foals . antidotes // goldfrapp . seventh tree // the klaxons . myths of the near future // los campesinos! . hold on now,youngster

wish me luck.

stories about the type of people that end up on vh1 reality shows,but not about the people themselves

2008-08-13T05:31:00.001-07:00

here are some headlines i have discovered over the past week or so:

Burger King Employee Takes Bath in Sink, Feels Wrath of Health Department
Man Almost Loses Penis Humping Steel Bench
Cheetos Trail Leads Cops to Vending Machine Burglars

fuck the stories. i could link,but i think this says enough.

flashback

2008-08-13T03:29:00.000-07:00

this morning i was sitting on my boyfriend's bed,our bed,getting ready for work at my 730am pace. slow. he was in the shower and i was mentally trolling through the day's activities,commute/finishing a book i ultimately both did and didn't want to end,work,lunch,work,commute,dinner,american tv on my macbook with my flatmate [i owe my life and sanity to you,illegal downloading],shower,bed,etc.

and then,out of nowhere,i had a flashback. you know those flashbacks that seem to erupt from nothingness,like you're flashing back to something you haven't remembered in years,something you haven't remembered ever,possibly? it was that.

it smelled like the grass did at my babysitter's when i was 6. of course,it didn't actually smell like that where i was sitting--it smelled of bachelor flat,stale air,sex sheets.

but out of nowhere i psychologically picked up the scent and thought about how nice it was when i was and i would go to kindergarten and then my friends and i would go to flora's,my favorite babysiiter ever who knew i hated hot dogs but was too lazy to make something different for me while the rest of the kids were eating hot dogs so she'd make me one and i'd cringe and then she'd say we had to race and i loved it and it was just me and flora racing to see who could finish their hot dog first and it was the best distraction and needless to say that now at age 22 i am a really big fan of hot dogs,and then we'd all play outside and then my mom would come pick me up and i'd ask her if i could watch full house only i called it 'michelle' because i could never remember the real name of the show and she would say yes [because when was it not on?] and we'd proceed home and she'd make this lovely dinner with a side of tomatoes because it was summer and we at one time had an actual functioning garden that produced monstrous monstrous tomatoes and then i'd play outside with my best friend and we'd hula hoop on the driveway while my dad sat in the garage half watching us and half watching the cubs game but mostly just smoking cigars and then i would catch fireflies like i thought they were going into extinction and my mom would find a mason jar for me to store them in and together we'd cut holes in the lid so they could survive and i'd collect so many and it felt like millions but in reality it was probably only 7 and then i'd set them on my dresser and i knew they'd all be dead by morning because i was a pretty realistic little kid but that never bothered me and ultimately life was just beautiful.

it's still beautiful,but in an entirely different way.
but i miss the firefly days sometimes for no reason but they deserve to be missed.

sorry for the lengthy one-sentence narrative. i just finished up story of my life by jay mcinerny,a terrific book written from the perspective of a semi-vapid coke addict who rights in a similar fashion. it has obviously propelled my love for run-ons.

wisdom from the brazilians

2008-08-13T01:42:00.000-07:00

"hard to tell fear from happiness" -c.s.s.

also i hear lovefoxxx is the new bjork? minus the swan shit. i've got to stop stealing from hipsterrunoff.

hipsters and mary kate and mash

2008-08-11T16:12:00.001-07:00

oh god,again with the kinder hippos. enough,ee. [that's me. i just tried referencing my blog persona--which is just like me with a fancier,cummings-like name--in third person. does this mean i've made it here in blogland?]

i've been attempting to dream up something serious and determined[!] for this entry. i failed. i just want to talk about mary kate olsen.

i just bought the most recent elle uk,with a lovely picture of my darling on the front cover. gorgeous. coat by the row at matches,shoes by stella. i thumb through looking for the article--"inside a style icon's world and wardrobe"--only to find a paltry six pages,three of which are bulked with what little text elle had disproportionately assigned to go inside this maven's wardrobe. we're talking about a fucking olsen twin. give her closet more credit than that.

anyways,boo elle. kudos on the shoes,though.

oh god,here comes the pressure to perform in these early posts again. [[did i really just devote two paragraphs to mary kate olsen's lack of exposure in the media?]]

don't judge me yet,folks.

oh,but lately i've only been eating microwaveable buttered mash from tesco express and tomatoes. i should probably be judged for that.

also,i discovered hipsterrunoff.com

i'm sure i was late for that party. but i'm loving it.

i could get used to this

2008-08-11T05:33:00.000-07:00

as far as my relationship with the blogosphere goes,i'm behind. it's like it's 1996 and i'm sitting in front of my parent's "cutting edge" pc,crossing my fingers and praying to the dial-up gods that the connection will go through.

what did people even do on the internet in 1996? i distinctly recall this one moment when i was 10ish,and i saw a mentos commercial on tv--at the bottom of the screen it listed www.mentos.com [the freshmaker!]. this was novel at the time. and there i was,sitting on this awful green corduroy couch in my parent's basement thinking:why would anyone give a shit about the mentos website? what does it say?

'we sell mints'
'we don't spend enough money on advertising,as you can tell by these d-list spokespeople'
or,again,'we sell mints'

anyways,here i am at my new job discovering amazing blogs that much cooler people discovered decades ago. i want to run through the streets and praise them! only,it would sound a bit like:

"holy shit,have you ever heard of a tamagotchi? crazy shit. it's a toy,but it's like this crazy little digital child that you have to take care of. and if you neglect it,it will actually die. so crazy! i need to be part of this."

oh god,i don't even know how to insert a fucking link yet..

the hardest thing about my easy job

2008-08-11T04:05:00.000-07:00

is passing by the fulham broadway station krispy kreme stand. every fucking day.

kinder hippopotamus

2008-08-10T15:24:00.000-07:00

there's so much pressure for your first post,isn't there?

the 'title' query is taunting me from above this post as we speak.
its as if the title of this specific post, not the blog itself, nor the catchy four word description below it [which i have gotten quite cozy with in the past seven or so minutes] will be steering this ship.

..there goes,i've typed it. kinder hippo it is,merely as punishment for caving in to the five-pack of those morsels of hazelnut heaven at the tesco express tonight. also,perhaps,because i just really enjoy them.

enough of that. on to me. i'm an american living in london,or an expat trying to pass off as a londoner by shopping at topshop and experimenting with hipster headgear,or--simply--i'm just trying not to be loud on the tube.

i've been with a group of us,and we're fucking awful. oh,those poor unfortunate souls on the underground.. the near-nudity and debauchery of halloween never helped our case.
alas! i'm an 'eclectic' mix of character traits--insert light bulb! moment here--and i've started this blog

well,for no apparent reason really.

that's not really true. in fact,it may be a gaggle of reasons. most importantly,however,i have recently attained my first "big girl" job in london. a ninetosix with a semi-exhausting commute,paid monthly [in pounds!], meetings,mass emails,dress-up clothes,powerpoints,i might as well be thirty and looking into my second mortgage and making sure little tina gets to soccer practice on time.

no,actually,i just look at blogs all day. i just don't want to be out of the loop. plus,i absolutely love my job. i could explain it,but just trust the equation:
22yearold girl in leggings and a shift dress + 10 or so male colleagues,all 10+ years older and tech-obsessed beyond belief = amusement. only for me,though. the comedy in the situations i find myself in loses its glory in the translation.

i say that,but i'll start trying to convey it by the third or fourth post most definitely.

also,i like writing. and i miss it. i used to write in "notebooks" when i was little--diaries,if you will. i would start them frequently,rarely--if ever--did i make it past the first few pages. my handwriting was weird. i take that back. why would i attempt for bubble letters for the title? i know i can't do bubble letters. oh shit,i wrote the wrong word and now that hideous crossout mark looks like a black ink disease on my once-lovely page. etc.

so i had a lot of diaries and very little substance. i was like ten though,i suppose,but this is my third blog attempt in six months.

[i hear this one's the charm.]

i should end this. but first! eclecticism. i love prada but wear primark. i love television more than i love reading [unabashedly!]. i do both quite frequently. i'm a hard-core [but aware] consumer and i'd assume my global footprint is up there on the above average side. my mood is determined [mostly] by my clothes but i could not give a shit about showering. i eat,on average,four to five tomatoes per day. i think my music is better than yours,but mostly i just care that you have something you consider 'your music'--none of that,oh i'll listen to pretty much anything bullshit. i love:my ipod touch,bret easton ellis,shoreditch,game shows,downers,coke zero,banksy[i know,spare me..],and perezhilton. among other things. obviously.

god i hope i do it this time..