companyofghosts

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 21:08:37 GMT

Do you think it would be even humanly possible to get a tattoo of this?

Oh James Jean.

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 23:46:33 GMT

Ya'll Is A Fantasy Island:

Best band name ever? Worst band name ever? Even worse when people abbreviate it YIAFI?

Never underestimate the power of Ya'll.

I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT, YA'LL.

This entry is dedicated to ya'll.

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 21:48:07 GMT

i have spent my time in rockville sitting on my ass and getting fat.

oh that, and being ignored by 99.99% of the people i wanted to hang out with, or i thought maybe cared a little more.

i can't wait to go back so i can actually have something commonly referred to as "fun".

one more week!

Look what I made!

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 19:40:34 GMT

HAND-MADE, ONE-OF-A-KIND "fabri-comic" dolls.

Edition of 15.

Each doll contains its own comic drawn on a 3.25" wide piece of red satin with panels made of muslin, opposite screen printed insides. The comic fits inside a small pocket sewn inside the doll.

Each comic is one-of-a-kind.

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 18:48:11 GMT

from HIPSTER RUNOFF:
"Are you in the market for a new car?
If I told you that you could buy a Mercedes Benz that was owned by a member of a powerhouse DJ duo who have remixed some of your favourite bands, such as The Teenagers & Chromeo, would you be interested?

If you had the opportunity to own a car whose Craigslist ad included photos that were taken by the Cobrasnake, would you be interested?

Are you looking for a car with a sun roof?

Would you like to own the car of some one who had a record released by Kitsune?"

Actually, my new favorite blog and actually, Johnny Love (Guns N' Bombs)'s car.

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:01:36 GMT

Street artist 'SOLVE' stabbed to death, police say

Once while riding Critical Mass I found myself riding alongside a chipper, rather tipsy curly-haired guy with a beer bottle wrapped in a sock. We introduced ourselves; we talked eagerly about graphic design and street art as we rode; he laughed about stealing the sock from his girlfriend. He said he needs an illustrator, and if our paths ever crossed again he would definitely recruit me.

I saw him again at Oh No! Doom the gallery, where his artwork was impressive, including an installation piece that allowed viewers to take a piece of it away (a small foam arrow, which I still have.) I found out he was my friend Mike's roommate, and at the afterparty at Mike's house I met him again and we talked about how we'd met before.

I had heard a boy was stabbed to death in Logan Square (my neighborhood) after a party and he was a rather famous street artist; but I hadn't realized it was Brendan until I saw a picture of him. Multiple times in the chest, according to many by a 77 (a Chicago punk gang.) Fucking horrible. It's hard for me to even fathom, such a violent crime for no reason whatsoever...such a loss.

RIP.

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 23:16:38 GMT

Hello, I'd like to introduce you to my new favorite band, they are called Spilt Milk and they sing songs that brighten my days.

And we'll sleep on the weekends we'll eat toast/watch the sea and sit by the coast

That's all for now.

(They also kind of sound like Modest Mouse, which is wonderful.)

Mon, 05 May 2008 02:53:12 GMT

ME & MATT SAW R. KELLY AT PANCAKE HOUSE!!!!!*

*Okay so Matt was insisting it was R. Kelly even though I don't really know what he looks like, or I haven't it memorized, you know; anyway there was this table with like six well-dressed tall black dudes, we're talkin' suits, and about six waitresses appeared to be tending to their table. The guy on the right had cornrows and apparently was R. Kelly ("I KNOW THAT BASTARD ANYWHERE!" -Matt) R. Kelly also lives in the neighborhood we were in (Gold Coast.)

oh btw giant squid.

Sat, 03 May 2008 01:31:21 GMT

here's what i did for a month in art school:

i built the head (30 different-sized circles + 2 8ft sheets of pink foam + belt sander + foam glue + red &wht paint + acrylic medium + clear plastic) and everyone else built their own tentacle.

btw, the longest tentacle is ten feet so that gives you an idea of the scale.

AND IT WAS MY IDEA <3

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 04:53:33 GMT

wednesday throat swollen up, but there was beautiful french nude figure model in class, looks like Amelie with a bellybutton piercing -- "god i am going to draw her as beautifully as i can, i just have to capture her"

thursday sleep, class? sleep, work?

friday call in sick to work -- before the rain hits i'm riding a moped in an alleyway, my skirt hitching up high on my thighs, little kids zooming by on their bikes laughing. it's just hours before chicago goes insane, it's eighty-five degrees and we sit in the tiled kitchen listening to the bhuddha box twitch with white noise as the rain falls in horizontal sheets through the open door, girl with polka dot dress, chucks and armpit hair says "you guys are crazy to go bowling in this weather--"

saturday, $10 a ticket and my hands are Xed for the first time since black cat, Foals make everybody move like hipster hyenas ("i just want to say hello there vice magazine to that girl, and then light her on fire") until somebody nails somebody else in the stomach, the crowd bucks up, and the excitement really begins.

i wasted my beer-addled time on three miles of light rain, sidewalks and and three (3) tacos, one (1) unfinished, left in a paper bag until proper greased up the side.

least i came home to a twin bed and a quietly whistling wind.

cartoon for character design class

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 02:47:51 GMT

that's my grandpap.

i should have kept his hair grey, though, not sure why i changed it.

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 21:05:14 GMT

i watched BEEF III with matt last night. now i'm going to be listening to all of T.I.'s songs very closely to see if there are any beefs hidden in there. the best beef they talked about was definitely Nelly vs Lil Flip I think it was. They have this interview with Nelly where he's like "That motherfuckin' song was NOT fuckin' startin' a beef wit flip. I coulda said, "Yo' mothafuckin pussy ass lil bitch move it right THURR," but did I say that? I could have said "Fuck your pussy ass movin' right THURR," but I DIDN'T. I said, I LIKE the way you move it right THURR."

There was a huge beef about who invented the word "Dirty", I'm assuming in reference to rap songs. Maybe I'm wrong but I'm pretty sure Christina invented the word Dirrty.

oh yeah, this is why i love chicago...

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 02:13:14 GMT

YEASAYER w/ MAN MAN logan square auditorium april 16
FOALS subterranean april 26
YELLE stan mansion mansion april 29
IRON & WINE the vic april 21&22
DOES IT OFFEND YOU, YEAH? stan mansion may 13
THE LONG BLONDES logan square auditorium may 24

I can't wait to start going to shows again. It's like every time I stop looking, I realize there's a million amazing shows coming up, and when I'm looking for them they're not there. I'm most excited for Foals! Ahhhhhh! They're finally on tour! Fuuuuuuck!

http://www.myspace.com/foals
God they fucking rule.

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 23:20:36 GMT

Y/N?

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 20:00:48 GMT

I saw something amazing yesterday.

I was walking out of a Mexican restaurant with my friends after having dinner, and in the lobby I see a guy who's obviously homeless and warming himself up for the night. But then I notice he's emptying his pockets of change, nickels and dimes he's probably gotten from shaking his cup all day. Cupping all the change in his hands, he feeds it coin by coin into the jukebox, and a couple minutes later, "Thriller" floods the restaurant.

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 20:11:18 GMT

never again.

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 18:07:32 GMT

Chicago, all I dream about is one day of sun. One day where I can go outside without my face freezing off. Please, I don't even care if it's cold, just make it sunny, because these grey cloudy skies are depressing me more and more each day. We haven't seen the sun for two weeks or more.

Like, when I remember when I was in Ocean City this summer and it was so hot my fingers felt like they were blistering off, I want that so bad I could cry.

snowing until saturday.

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 22:33:23 GMT

The weather is nasty. Slush, snow, ice, hail, some days I walk back from class and think I'll die half-way home.

I have a racking cough that makes my head throb and my temperature seems to swing wildly at random.

Anyway.

I got my I.D. taken away last Saturday at Subterranean. So much for going out this week. Hopefully I can get a new one tomorrow, so I can go see Lance DJ at Debonair.

The one good thing about valentine's day is FlosstraPROMus, where Flosstradamus plays and everyone dresses up and brings a date. I'm excited.

Sat, 02 Feb 2008 22:07:47 GMT

My friend Jenni threw a fashion show on Thursday at this club Sonotheque. She rented it out and everything for free, and Legend was doing the filming, Lance was DJing, so I came early to help set up.

It ruled.

That one in the front in the green was so wasted that she grabbed someone from the crowd when she walked down the runway, and attempting to get up on the platform, stumbled off. Her final act of public drunkenness was to pull a camera out of her ass and take a picture of herself once she'd fallen. Lovely.

The models were great, the designers were great, everything was fun. We went to Evil Olive afterwards, this martini bar-type place I guess, and it was okay. It's always "okay". Everyone went there after the fashion show so that was pretty cool, but me and Lance had to walk back to his pace in the snow and rain and slush and wind and negative degree weather because there were NO FUCKING TAXIS!

In other news though, I've been sick as shit. Along with some flu-ish thing, birth control's throwing me out of whack and I'm weak all the time and super sleepy. I was going to go out last night but I fell asleep at 8PM and woke up at like 1:30PM. Argh.

I'm taking six classes, too, two on Mondays and one every other day except Saturday and Sunday. I should be enjoying my time off, damnit!

Oh and, most hilarious thing ever, I met Chicago nightlife photographer Kyle LaValley last night, who was taking the photos. She told me about this time she met Mark Cobrasnake and she was super drunk, and she goes "Are you Mark?"

"Yes."
"Mark Cobrasnake?"
"Yes."
"FUCK YOU! I'M THE CHICAGOSNAKE, MOTHERFUCKER!"

This was hilarious to me because she is this little girl, and yeah. That's all.

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 17:39:24 GMT

THANKS CHICAGO

GAHHHH

It said "-1" earlier but it changed before i could get a screenshot.

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 21:12:56 GMT

two straight days of debauchery

spent the morning in the hospital with an anorexic pill popper.

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 03:12:52 GMT

I leave for Chicago tomorrow.

Dave wants me to sleep over the day I get to my dorm. I've told him yes, but I'm not sure. I go back and forth thinking about our relationship. On one hand, I think I'm eventually going to get attached to him and while I'm not, we should stop this friends-with-benefits thing. On another hand, he is so lovely and romantic to me all the time, I think maybe he actually does have some sort of feelings for me. Calls me all the time, all that stuff.

I just really want a partner right now. Maybe not a boyfriend. Just something solid. A solid friendship, even. I don't even have that right now. Dave's the one who calls me the most. I used to talk to Legend every day, and then he started this weird shit -- god, he's such a strange person -- he told me to lower my age on Myspace because "you're not fifty, and it's making me look bad." I refused, saying he was being stupid, and he called me, saying "Repeat after me. Legend WILL HIT SOFIA." over and over. I wouldn't, and he just kept saying it -- it went on for probably half an hour. Like, what the fuck? I kept asking him why and he'd just repeat himself. God, the people I do make friends with just end up being fucked up.

I went to Right Round with Paige Saturday night. It was terrible. Probably 95% of the people were over forty. No joke. Women my mom's age wearing spaghetti strap tops with no bra and grey-haired men, rockin' out like they were twenty-five. When I walked in, the guy at the door X'ed my hands twice, claiming "You normally behave yourself very well, but there will be a lot of underage kids here tonight, so I want to make sure you won't wash this off."

Stupid kind of joke.

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 03:05:59 GMT

it makes me really sad that there are cunts like this on myspace who get 64 comments on this picture, and not a single one is about the beautiful heroin/coke bruises on her arms, so beautifully displayed and trendy for all to see. making her all the more beautiful.

must be the colors & the kids keeping me alive because the music is telling me to die

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 02:00:31 GMT

don't read this post for fear of falling (aka infection of bad luck)

voodoo doll found in miami caused these problems:

-plane i was on getting a shattered windsheild mid flight and emergency landing, three subsequent flights after that.
-chris being pulled over and him being arrested and the cops left me there, and after
-chris' car getting stolen
-ian and madison and i almost getting in a car accident
-drunk guy on the metro falling over the railing at 2am (we looked once and he was there, and again and he was gone; then a piercing scream filled the air). he was alright, but it scared me

maybe not. but still. weird string of bad luck possibly that i have spread to other people. just started with the plane really. madison always makes fun of me for this.

good times with mads & ian and partying at the 930, tittsworth being a load of bullshit and fucking codebreaker being even worse. god. tittysworth even stole some of will's songs. seriously, you can't play fucking junior senior twice in one night.

boy, i'm starting to feel so tired.

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 17:54:46 GMT

"they know fuck all about the shit I'm fucking all about fucking up, you know what shit I mean, girl, I mean... fuck! word. fuck that shit... Imma gonna get mine, you know whats it is that I says

grammar is fo' gays, son

guys who like guys, but girls who like girls are okay - you know? I like that shit in my rap videos, girl.
yeah, touch them boobies, girl! wooohooo!

hypocrisy is awesome."

i love you lars