Halloween is quickly approaching

Ah and I was going to delete the blog last month. Just can't bring myself to do it.

I realized that at some point along the way I've become old. I have some serious opinions about the Swiffer Sweeper...well... maybe 'old' is an STD so I couldn't really avoid it. Heh.

One of the few things that keeps me young is my avoidance of marriage and children. Someone asked me what my fantasy wedding would be like and the only thing I could come up with was "I want to be the DJ at my own wedding" The music at weddings is really awful.

Time to plug GrooveShark, a music streaming website that is awesome. Google it. You can even listen to what I am listening to by searching for Stefphanni under playlists. Spooky!

When moving from one coast of the country to the other, step one is to not get in a relationship with anyone in the place you are departing from....

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What's step two?

I had an overwhelming sense of existential despair today... Or yesterday, or maybe in a dream I had last night. I felt really disconnected today even when I was rescued earlier from a stranger knocking on my door by a lovely telephone call and a homemade meal. I think I'm feeling the immediacy of leaving everything behind before I'm through. Like a caged animal I'm already scanning for a way out.

But I want to move to New York right? If I had only followed the steps in order...

And when I said "I want your ugly, I want your disease" I bet he didn't expect Helicobacter pylori. Hehehe oh it is a disaster. A beautiful disaster that I cannot quit. I need this.

I really really need this. It feels like home.

Better than Facebook

I was going to update my status on Facebook to say: My personal ad would include 'willing to wear spiky blond Cloud wig and leather vest while wielding his Buster Sword'. But I psyched myself out because I didn't want anyone to comment on that... and I remembered that I have a dumb blog to put this kind of crap on.

Facebook is evil. I spent a little too much time looking at past high school crushes and future potential boyfriends who won't actually be boyfriends because I don't plan on dating again until I'm in New York. A 3000 mile distance relationship is unrealistic. Plus, love ya California, but... see ya, bitch!

Anyways. Back to Cloud wigs. OH MY GOD. Nocturnal Treasures has THIRTY FIVE pages of wigs. Mostly custom and anime-inspired wigs. Outrageous. They also have Aeris and Sephiroth wigs. Can you imagine it?

Oh I can.

I can.

Putting the fantasy in Final Fantasy since 1997.

I had to Google spellcheck the German

I go to karaoke most thursdays, because it's fun, there are $2 wells, and that's just where everyone seems to go on thursdays. I sing Mein Herr from Cabaret most thursdays, with some Lady Gaga mixed in, rarely I'll do some NIN or throw down some Sean Paul to show the boys I can keep up with their white rappering.

Last night my friend, Katie (Katie 007 in my phone,... for reasons unknown) turns to me and says with her eyebrows lifted and optimistic, "Hey Steph, you should sing that song you sing... um that German one... Mein.... Kampf!"

So I told her "I would but ZERE ARE TOO MANY FACKING JEWZ IN HERE!"

hahahaha. Unfortunately my friend Sherry happens to be Jewish and she turned dramatically towards me with huge eyes, "What the f*#$ is wrong with you?"

Katie totally started it.

A minute or two later this girl (who I don't really like; she's from Utah and judges me) was trying to get the attention of one of my friends. She had her arm up and was sort of waving, but no one was paying attention. So she just had her arm suspended lamely in the air.

I couldn't help it.

"SIEG HEIL!" I saluted her and burst out laughing at my second awesome Nazi joke in a 10 minute period. Then Sherry beat me up.


Not really.

Karaoke is awesome.

Dancing with the fishes

Listening to: Lil Wayne - Exquisite (feat. Tyga & Gata)

(Joke, actually I'm watching Drinky Crow. But that was the last thing playing before I shut the music off for Drinky. I Heart. Heart. Heart Tony Millionaire.)

Studio Augenblick is at it again with Ugly Americans. SO GOOD. Why am I plugging all these cartoons? I watch too many cartoons while I drink spiked horchata and knit. Weird.

I don't like to admit what I do on a regular basis. Especially now that my drawing has been replaced by a lot of .... 3D.... mediums...

Give me a tiny animal, and I can knit the shit out of it.

(Anyways)


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San Francisco has a museum/aquarium that turns into a nightclub on Thursdays. I haven't been yet. Please have a shark tank with D&B please please please shark taaaaaaank and club music. I will implode.

I'm excited about that. My blood is excited by it. Dancing with sharks. >.
Can we go every week?

My appetite for going out is not currently being satisfied. It's 2AM on a Monday. There isn't anything that can be done. I'm too old to have nocturnal weirdo friends (apparently). People my age are supposed to have jobs. =[

There are tiny dogs wearing rhinestone sweaters in the airport terminal. This flight must be heading to California. Ugh.

Blog-worthy

I flew into La Guardia today. I realized that it was my first time to fly into New York. The only other time I've been, we drove in and it's a lot less magical sitting in traffic for three hours as you crawl into the city. I took a city bus from the airport to Astoria, what Gogol Bordello has called a "gypsy part" of this town. And true to it's name, there was an old woman in the subway station wearing black and gold with an armfull of flowers. I gave her a crooked smile and she returned a toothy grin with a few of the teeth missing. I wouldve bought one of those flowers if she had offered. The Astonia subway station is a raised platform that rocks and sways when the subway cars pass through. Over the rooftops you can see the top of the Empire State building. It's a gritty perspective of the skyline that I shouldve taken a picture of.. But I'm always hesitant to take pictures of gritty places. As if the grit is some aesthetic amusement that I am making mine without a real appreciation that only comes from living there. Also I don't want my camera to get nicked cuz I'm acting like a tourist.

I took the subway across the river into Manhattan. Everyone is very hip looking on the subway. There's an elegance to the way people dress here. It's not grotesquely casual like California, or desperately indie like Austin, even Hong Kong is a little flashy and cheap looking by comparison. There is a grimness about the dress here.

I got off the N line at 57th st. And walked to 58th. There are shops and restaraunts and pubs and clubs all piled up on top of eachother. The hotel I'm staying in is ridiculously hip. You walk in and there's just an escalator going upwards with green glowing walls. Pulsing bass is the only sound in the escalator and in the lobby, coming from some invisible club or bar within the hotel. The hotel lady who checked me in was really nice, which came as a surprise in a town with a reputation for nasty attitudes. Now that I think about it two girls and I chased after the bus leaving from the airport to the subway. When I didn't have enough quarters for the fare, one of the girls paid for me and wouldn't take my dollar bill in return. I've had really good luck so far with people here.

No one wears uggs here. I think I might like it here after all.