Freaking out since 1978.

First things first, I got the nails off. Yeah, I had to soak my hands in acetone and they feel a little less than awesome right now, but they can breathe, so: mission accomplished.

Now, I found this lovely little treasure today in a store I just discovered while wandering around my neighbourhood. There are about 5 people I want to give it to, but since I can’t decide, I guess it’s just going to have to be displayed in my studio. Sorry, folks. It’s all mine.

P.S. The store is called Retrospect, and it has a refined sort of gothy feel to it. I’m not usually into that kind of thing, but this place sort of sang to me. It’s pretty beautiful.

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Just in case you’re stuck inside, dissolving plastic from your finger nails too…

Screeching Weasel - “Totally”

Word of advice, ladies (and gents):
Never put on fake nails. They are a bitch to get rid of.

I had this great idea yesterday that if I got some fake nails, I would stop biting them (nasty little habit I have redeveloped due to being crazy stressed at work). The only problem is, I hate having anything on my nails. I am the girl who can’t even stand having nail polish on her fingernails. They feel like they can’t breathe.

So why I thought gluing pieces of plastic to my nails was a good idea is beyond me. The only logical explanation I have is that sometimes I am a complete idiot.

I’ve had my pinkie nail in nail polish remover for an hour now, and it’s still not off.

This does not bode well for my Sunday plans.
Not at all.

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Zach is killing it today.

The Decemberists - Sons & Daughters (via hipsterdiet)

Love this so much I’m going to do it in my apartment. The mens shoes as book ends are perfect.

ACL: A Closer Look at Rag & Bone Mercer Street (via zachlinder).

Ugh

Being in Bushwick all night makes me want to kiss every inch of Carroll Gardens now that I’m home.

Today Heather sent me a link to this awesome tumblr. I think I have to send in a picture of my parents because they were, and are, awesome.

Dušan and Milk
Submitted by Aleksandar (via myparentswereawesome)

Pinkies Up

I really love peppermint tea.

Spooky Spooky

Yesterday was my initiation.

It started with Paranormal Activity.
I’ve gotta be honest, guys, I didn’t think it was that scary. Certainly not as terrifying as people made it sound (a guy I work with couldn’t sleep for 3 nights after seeing it). I didn’t dislike it, I just wasn’t freaked out by it. Everyone kept saying that it probably wouldn’t really start to get to me until I tried to go to sleep last night. Still, no. I guess my own mind already does scarier shit than that to me on a nightly basis. When I started describing some of my going to sleep rituals, I got looks like I was crazy.

Whatever. I blame it on an overactive imagination. One which I am also thankful for, except when it keeps me up at night.

Once the movie was over, we piled in the car and headed to Philly. I’ve never been to Philly. I went last night with the sole purpose of getting the shit scared out of me.

Mission accomplished.

First on our list was Eastern State Penitentiary. This is where Al Capone was held for about 8 months, and is supposed to be actually haunted. Today it is empty and has no running water, and at Halloween, half of it is turned into a haunted house. The haunted house was fantastic, but what was even cooler (and scarier) was seeing down blocked off, abandoned corridors as you followed the trail of the haunted house. It would be 10 million times scarier if they just set you loose with tiny flashlights in the prison. I’m sure my mind could freak me out a lot more than those hot boys dressed as zombie prisoners (seriously, there are some hot hot hot boys living in Philly).

When we left there, we headed to a 150 year old warehouse where they have a haunted house called the Fright Factory. I have been to some fucked up haunted houses is my life, and I have to say, this is one of the best. I was literally screaming the entire way through it. A few times I even started running to get away from the actors because I was so freaked out. It was GREAT.

After that we stopped at some place for Philly Cheesesteaks. I figured if I was ever going to try one, might as well do it in its home town. The verdict? Just as I’d suspected: disgusting.

Then we drove home, telling ghost stories, and freaking ourselves out.

I love October.

You Make Me Weep, I Wanna Die

I found myself in the weirdest situation last night, and realized that it was the first time in my entire life that I was hanging out in a group of people where I was the only creative one. When I talked, I got looks like I was crazy, when other people talked I probably just stared blankly. I get the whole “different strokes” thing, but really, I would die if I had to hang out with investment bankers and whatever these people were all the time. BOR-ING.

That being said, we sat in the VIP section, drinking champagne, and watching a Journey cover band.

All in all, a good, if interesting, night. You know those nights.

Sometimes they only seem to happen here.