Astoria Photo Shoot

And on us:
Shelley
Dress: Rodarte
Belt: Claire's
Glasses: Maurice's
Tights: Fred Meyer's
Shoes: Vintage

Kelly
Dress: Maurice's
Belt: Macy's
Tights: Fred Meyer's
Shrug, Shoes, Necklace: Vintage

eve, evil, evolve

Looking over at http://uglymozart.blogspot.com/ and decided "I wanna do that!" What, like it is hard? Categorizing everything (cool) you own and then making outfits and how to take pictures of yourself that don't look totally douchey? Plus remembering where you got everything? And having enough (cool) stuff to make it more than a one time thing? You know those people that always end statements sounding like a question?

I hate those people.

Random hodgepodge: *Culturemob is turning out to be a great a low-pressure writing gig. Especially for interviewing bands and then not asking for concert tickets. So far I've talked to Murder By Death, Jared Mees, School of Seven Bells and Hosannas. Once day maybe you'll know a band I talk to. I know I'm super awesome when my mom knows who I talk to. *Best of 2o1O are still being made. Lord knows why I set the bar so high when some people just share an mp3 folder. *Carrie and I are totally starting a band. In that we played a Scott Pilgrim song once and it was rad and fun and we're going to do it again. One day. In Madison Square Garden. Suck it.

So be on the lookout for some photos. One never knows how creativity strikes.

re re re re re re REBOOT!

I'm sure you've missed me. I've missed you. In the 11 months since the last post (wha??) here's a recap:

That mom trip that was mentioned turned out horridly. But the move went well.

I got a dog named Indie and that job that I interviewed for.

I had two stays at the hospital, neatly marked by Memorial Day and Labor Day.

After the Labor Day dealio, there were a lot of drs and health professionals, first in Portland, now in Eugene. The best one by far is my acupuncturist because she gives the most compliments. Or is it because I work the hardest for her compliments?

Melophobe and I broke up, but only after I got to see Lady Gaga. Now I write for CultureMob, which I like better, but miss the free music. But that is why the lord made torrents.

People: Lily came to Eugene for the holidays and didn't call, text or email. I still think about Ian. Emily is the way she always is. Bri is moving away. The grad school people don't really contact me, except for Bill, an honest to god good dude. I found a new cousin, Michelle. She is eerily like Kelly, in that she has sorta curly hair, converted to Judiasm, knows sign, is a sweetheart, is a major talker, and seems to care in a way I don't usually find. I still wish I was better in so many ways so Anne would want to hang out with me more.

There is a large internal debate about my upcoming birthday party. I figured out the theme, but it would take w-o-r-k; and I'm not sure I want to build a playground just to be on recess duty. You know?

so so so so so SO!

A list of 'so's to tell you more about where I am and what is happening.

So my mom is coming up for the night.  She will hopefully be working on not being snarky and judging and I will be working on not taking everything she says personally.

So I've been ripping tons of CDs to my computer and then selling them.  I have a big haul of 75+ and a dozen dvds ready to go today or tomorrow.

So I'm moving in 3 days.  I should really start backing.

So I finally used my free coupon for a drink at starbucks and now I have a tummy ache.

So Prison Break season 1 isn't as awesome the second time around.

So just when I feel ready and acomplished at purging some of my excessive amounts of crap, I find more that I'm not ready to get rid of.  Progress?

So I've been trying to take pictures and put them on facebook for a daily montage.  Seems to be going well, though I have to remember I'm doing it for me, and not the love and fame it is sure to bring me.

So I have a job interview Monday.  If you believe in prayer or good thoughts or taking the pins out of the Shelley voodoo doll, now would be an excellent time to do such things.  Thanks.

So I'm totally psyched to go to the plant nursery and breath in the freshly oxygenated air.  Perhaps this is why all my house plants keep migrating into my room?

So moment to moment, things are pretty ok.  When I start looking at bigger pictures and thinking about to-do lists and multi-step things I get a little sketched out and want to go back to bed.

So just keep swimming.  Just keep swimming.

big big big big BIG!

A blog about Shelley, huh?  Sounds interesting.  After years and years of alias' and pen names, something inside me has switched and greenlighted a blog about me.  I make no promises.  Othat than it will be in English.