Kirstin came on Mon. eve. with her pal Mika, went on Thurs. eve. back to Seattle. good to see her, kinda short and weird, but good. Westwood, SaMo, Hollywood, Venice. home, omelettes. Wed: icky work. used three quarters of a tank of gas between Monday and today, half a tank by last Wed. a tank = $40. speeding ticket on Sunset just west of the Riviera Thurs. afternoon. shitness. don't know how much it will cost, hopefully not more that $200 for ticket + traffic school, which can probably be done online. this sets me back a week of working. this sucks. I am still in debt to my parents. ugh. I hate money. can we all be commies? please? I'd like that; we could wear red all day long. Don't quote Animal Farm at me; I've read it twice. didn't ever finish 1984 though. yes, I'm a terrible person. I'm actually babysitting this summer. it feels very ninth grade. bought dusty magenta corduroy pants today, a little tight, but they're awesome. bought running shoes, actually bought a skirt at Forever 21, too, and feel like a sellout for having done so. was shopping with my mum though, which I do because it means she can be tempted into paying for the majority of purchases, as happened today. visited Eames Office and once again want to be artsy and designeresque. once again, am uncreative. buddabing.

Dandy Warhols are rockin me.

I like you yeah I like you and I feel so bohemian like you. woowoowoooo

ate crepes with mum at Acadie Crepes, the one on Arizona between 3rd and 2nd, not Cafe Crepe, on the corner of Broadway and Third (which I tried for the first time on Tues. with Kirstin and Mika to quite satisfactory results, I will admit). was yumm. have developed a newfound taste for savoury crepes. also feta. and spinach. and food. shit. food. freshman 15 is still hot. ummm.. need to return CDs to Amoeba as accidentally bought the clean versions, spazzing and thinking that that meant they were scratch-free, not censored of their lovely swearing. will prob. go back there on Sun. am so sick of Hollywood, got stuck in way too much traffic there on Wed. my backyard smells sooo goood coming in through my windows; I think it's the night-blooming jasmine, which I would say should be bottled into perfume except that if it was I think the scent is so lovely it would seem cliched, or maybe fake.

I could go to bed. maybe. I have to make a couple of mixes sometime soon, while I remember.

Please don't wake me no don't shake me leave me where I am I'm only sleeping.