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I really want this lens… or this lens… OR this lens! SIGH.

OR ANY LENS BETTER THAN THE ONE I CURRENTLY HAVE! … This cheap thing.

oh moneys.

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I hate September. There’s a feeling in my body I haven’t felt this badly before. A drop, some kind of yearning. Anxiousness (the bad kind). My jaw is tight. I grind my teeth. My eyes swell with tears but I’m able to stop them before they reach the surface. I’m still able to function “normally” for the most part, but I feel listless, heavy, slow.

(in fact, ALL of zac posen was fug)

Agyness… I mean LAURA HOLLINS is lookin’ nasty.

OH MY FUCKING EW

EW EW EW EW EW

My boss (Jason) and coworker are away and Jason has mice in his apartment above the store and he caught one in a trap and I found it. So today is garbage day and I was going to throw the mouse out but I am like super scared and EW DEAD MOUSE EW.

So I just went upstairs with a plastic bag and poked it and then i was like WTF WHAT’S MOVING AND THEN I SAW IT’S FUR FALLING OFF AND THERE ARE FUCKING MAGGOTS IN THE MOUSE AND OH MY GOD EW EW EW EW AND I SCREAMED AND RAN AWAY.

yes i am a baby.

BUT EW, MAGGOTS!!!! MAGGOTS AND DEAD MICE AND DEAD MICE FUR ON THE GROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

moments after leaving the screening of charlie kaufman’s directiorial debut i sent these texts:

“holy fucking shit. that movie. i cannot compute. what the fuck. you have to see it when it comes out. charlie kaufman’s actually mindblowing.”

“it’s insane. like actually. i feel like i just took a million crazy pills. i don’t know even know if i will be able to sleep.”

“i don’t know whether it’s genius or completely insane because i feel too stupid to comprehend.”

i have NEVER had a reaction like this from a movie before. i feel as though i have to block it out of my system because it is too overwhelming. i don’t know if it was good or bad. i think i could watch it 400 times and still feel just as mindfucked.

I GOT ALL MY MOVIES FOR TIFF! YAYAYAYAYAY! They drew box 9 first and I was box… 32? out of 78. Poor box 8.

FUCK YEAH.

The Toronto International Film Festival is almost here and I bought another ten ticket pass, which means I get advanced selection for any of the regular screenings. Here’s what I chose:

Sept. 5th
8:30 - Burning Plain
- Guillermo Arriaga’s directorial debut (he wrote Babel)

Sept. 6th
6:00 - Nick & Nora’s Infinite Playlist
- hahahaha okay I am ONLY seeing this because of my love for Michael Cera… and hopefully he will be there.
9:00 - Religulous
- This will be a good one to see at TIFF!

Sept. 7th
9:15 - Zach & Miri Make a Porno
- Kevin Smith!

Sept. 8th
9:30 - Lymelife
- IMDB said it’s good… so we’ll see.

Sept. 9th
8:30 - Synecdoche, New York
- Charlie Kaufman’s directorial debut!

Sept. 10th
8:00 - Il y a longtemps que je t’aime

Sept. 11th
9:00 - Me and Orson Welles
- Directed by Richard Linklater (Dazed & Confused, Before Sunrise)

Sept. 12th
9:00 - Public Enemy Number One

Sept. 13th
8:30 - Miracle at St. Anna
- Directed by Spike Lee

I also have a few second choices but I can’t remember what they were… So yeah. That’s that.

Recently the city gave each residence giant recycling bins on wheels:

It’s about 4 1/2 feet tall…

Today I left my house and our recycling bin was gone. STOLEN! AND I HEARD THEM STEAL IT. Last night, around 2am, I heard someone wheeling something loud down the street. I actually thought to myself, “is someone stealing our recycling bin?”, but I decided that was a stupid thought and so I didn’t look out the window. BUT IT WASN’T STUPID, I WAS RIGHT. RECYCLING BIN THEFT WAS HAPPENING.

It sucks because we have no place to store our bins but outside, on the street corner. People dump their garbage and cardboard boxes and random shit with our garbage. Anyway, I’m moving, so it doesn’t matter.

(photo from october 6, 2006)

I should cut my hair like that again.

- picknicked in a notting hill park

- contacted my loved ones in red telephone booths

- walked through paddington station

- spent 6 hours shopping on oxford st

- tried an unusual flavour of crisps

- browsed through the selection at the Travel Bookshop, as seen in Notting Hill

- Drank pre-mixed gin & tonic beside Banksy art in Camden Town

- got lost on the tube

- visited the queen at her crib

- blew bubbles with strangers

- relaxed beside the thames

- rode the double-deckers

- used big ben to tell time

- nibbled on true english meals

- posed with the guards

and i took a lot of pictures. obviously.