what is everyone being for halloween?

fuckkk i can't wait to be a serious night owl again. crawling to bed at 7am. trying not to wake up anyone walking up the creaky stairs. closing my curtains so it looks like nighttime in my room.

let us talk about FOOD.

sometimes i say there is nothing to eat in the house. i mean that is false... there things to eat but when i say that i mean there is a lot of ingredients i don't see going together or don't want to see go together. my parents interpret this as i lack food imagination and i need to explore more. but i do. i explore a fucking lot. i try to make something new at least twice a week. i put things together i wouldn't normally put together. i look up recipes, combine recipes, ughh i try so hard. i am a vegan in case you didn't know and prior to be a vegan i had a very boring diet. it consisted of the same foods all the time. so that is how my family is doing it up still and they tell ME im unimaginative when all they make is hamburgers and pasta. this is seriously distressing to me.

right now i am eating pan fried tofu and rice noodles w/ some spinach. this shit is fiyahhhh.

anyway whether or not you are vegan LET ME KNOW YOUR FAVORITE FOODS. i can veganize them if they seem yummy enough. gimme RECIPES. tell me really strange shit too like combination of foods they don't seem like they'd taste good together but totally do.

my secret weapon is peanut butter. i think it's kinda nasty when it's just straight up pb but i put it in a lot of sauces and it's really good. also helps my motherfucking protein and shit.

i don't think i've sneezed so much in my goddamn life

me: omg i dont know its so boring i need something to fill da space on the bottom
braulio: put porn on it







bai

p.s. these are fake!!!!! i mean the fresh poster is real but the bottom halves and free concert parts are nottttt

when i wuz a teenager

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i've had the same haircut for a year. :\

i am in athens, ohio right now on a shitty white imac in the house of a guy named miguel (but his name is actually michael?). loud music is playing and vegan food is cooking on the stove. i am here because i am helping out cindy crabb. she makes zines and i guess she's pretty popular in the zine world. i didn't realize the magnitude of her success until this guy max told me harvard paid her to speak or some shit and put her zines in their library. he said something important about how things you do when you're young do pay off if you stick with them. cindy gets to make zines for a living and that's incredible. while i've been here i've developed a i don't give a fuck how i look attitude. i haven't brushed my hair in three days and i haven't changed my clothes since i've gotten here. this is how i am at home when i don't leave the house but i have gone out in public like this. not caring about how others perceive me. this is partially due to my luggage being lost at the airport and partially because all the people i've met smell like they haven't bathed in forever and a 2 year old shaved half their hair off in the middle of the night. both of those things rules by the way. i've written so much in my tiny moleskine. i carry it in my back pocket wherever i go. it's become really important to me. i guess it always has been but even more so now because i don't have easy computer access and can't type it all up at the end of the day. when i get home i am going to type up all the shit in my journal. cindy told me to make a zine. maybe i'll do that. i have a lot to say but i still have like 4 more days being here so i'll have even more to say at the end of the week. and then i start work on monday. i just ate grits. that was my first time. they were okay. i doubt i'll ever make them myself though. i still need to open up but i am sort of uncomfortable with cindy and miguel being all lovey dovey in my face. it makes me feel like a third wheel instead of just being another person hanging out. i think miguel leaves today or tomorrow so maybe it will feel less awkward then. the only person to make me feel super comfortable with is max. he reminds me of chris in a way because i feel like chris has that same quality of talking to people and not making them feel awkward. miguel purrs. it caught me off guard. he does it when he's ... i don't know. being pet is not the phrase i am looking for. but similar to that. i haven't seen a single black person since i've been here but i have seen a guy wear a skirt with cowboy boots while shooting people with a water gun. i want to stop feeling so weird!! last night i slept in miguel's bed which reeked of him which is okay at a considerable distance but otherwise it is foul. the 'mattress' was on these really uncomfortable wooden planks. that is all i could feel. i slept on a star wars pillow. i read many zines. miguel's tv and vcr and stuff fell. it scared me but i pretended i didn't hear it. i really want some deodorant.

does rashida jones look like a white person? chris and i were playfully arguing about this last night as we ate vegan pizza.
i said she looked white but i've changed my mind after looking at more of her photos. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE PUBLIC THINKS.

bob marley
half white

i had nooo idea

timeline: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/06/13/iran-demonstrations-viole_n_215189.html

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS FUCKING FLYER
I'M SUCH A PROCRASTINATOR

UGH I WISH YOU ALL COULD COME TO THIS!!!!!

my life

today chris asked me if i was going to smoke 'doobies' with my new neighbor. i laughed really hard and said WHAT?????????? who says that word? i can't handle it no moar!!! my new neighbor is matt. he knows chris. they are recording together right now cos they are in the same band or whatever. recently i gave matt and val (his gf) some cilantro from the community garden. i was pretty awkward i guess. but really how could i not be? i had never spoken to these people before in my life and i knocked on their apartment door like...hi my name is chelsea i am your neighbor do you want this cilantro i do not want it. and then i stared at them and walked away to take a nap. matt told chris i acted shy and nervous. what the fuck was i supposed to do? i don't know the next step. people, help me out. i am so bad at interacting with people holy shit. it's not like he invited me in or anything. what was i supposed to say next? i was just like BYE!!!!! i really want to be kind of friends with them. what is my next step??????????

i am almost done working. fuck yes. FUCK YESSS! after that my ass is going to athens, ohio for a week to be with CINDY CRABB AKA THE WRITER OF THE BEST ZINE EVER: DORIS.

me: armpits...
tristan: HEWWO yes they smell
me: can i tell you whats going on with mine
tristan: please!
me: they were pretty hairy. who cares? i dont. fall/winter was going by well armpit wise. GODDAMNIT COME SPRING/SUMMER im not even hot IM NOT EVEN hot enough to sweat and my goddamn right armpit is like soaking my shirt but my left is chillin like its supposed to cos im not even hot. so im like what. fuck you right armpit. right now im sitting with my right armpit all shaved and it has deodorant on it and my left is not shaved with no deodorant on it. im like half hippie

i never know what to say anymore in here. well i do but then i don't want to type it all out. i am really lazy. BYE!

what is the cutest vegetable? pictures encouraged.

girl..