i went to the printers yesterday and spent three hours & £69 there. afterwards i went to see this art thing by the library that some people i sort of sort of know had organized. i slow danced with a lady in a shipping container to 'warrick avenue' by duffy, which was cool and awkward at the same time, and sat around on the grass until half five. my bag of zines was really fucking heavy, seriously. i went to sainsburys with it and bought more food than i needed to, and struggled to get home in time for doctor who cos i kept having to stop and put the goddamn bag down.
today i've put together a pile of zines = 20 x #3 and 40 x #6. and i'm half way through 40 copies of #4. i needed a fucking break. i didn't actually print #10 yet cos i haven't quite finished a certain article i guess and i'm waiting for my special commissioned cover. (my fault for not asking til bloody last minute, like i always do..)
i have also been listening to a fuckload of beyonce this weekend. especially this one. why the hell was that not a single in the uk? that grrl's hella fierce.
We should celebrate by doing one/all of the following things: dance in an elevator, play a video game, skateboard, watch some of Jason’s films, be awesome, make a list of bad things we’ve done, & then right the wrong’s, say “karma” 10 times, chew a toothpick, adopt some chipmunk’s, send Kevin Smith a tweet, trace someone’s artwork, listen to Sonic Youth’s 100%, & make fun of Ben Affleck!
Long live Brodie! Long live Earl! Long live Banky!"
++ SONG OF THE DAY: "JASON LEE" all girl summer fun band
the other day, i randomly walked into new look the other day, had quick look in the sale rack and found this dress. it didn't have a price tag at all, so i went to the till and asked how much it was after trying it on. the girl had no way of checking so she went to the sale rack to see if there was anything similar there. she found one dress that was somewhat similar that was £15 so she said i could have it for the same price. i wasn't sure if it was worth it but i bought it anyway, despite being a bit skint.
what do you think, is it a keeper? i thought if i keep it, i'm gonna spruce it up a bit. add some lace on the arm ruffles and wear it with a massive brooch cos the top half is a bit plain. and yeah, i added the big red bow belt, it doesn't come with that. i love the bottom half, but is it worth £15 / $22?
i’ve been left home alone, carl’s gone to help his brother move out of his shared house to back home (housemate situation gone horribly wrong & not being able to afford to stay. which is a shame, the place is bloody lovely.) they seem to be doing ok considering the rather fucking bad news.. i don’t think it’s sunk in. probably best not to think about it until.. it happens. fuck. life is really giving these kids lemons, i swear i’m gonna make some lemonade for the weekend.
i should be a good girl and work on my zine. it’s so ridiculously close to finished, it's making me rather anxious. i was gonna print some of the old issues last saturday but then shit happened and well, i didn't get home til 11pm saturday night. lemons, the lemons! so i'm going to have embark on some fucking epic printing this saturday, as the printers closes half an hour after i finish work on weekdays, that's just not gonna cut it. getting scared something will go wrong and i've left it too last minute yet again.. i've asked someone special to draw me a special cover, and i'm excited about it. also already semi planning next issue.
anyway, zining. do you think twin peaks in the background would be too distracting?
busy trying to finish your pretty face is going straight to hell #10. have to print it next saturday, along with reprinting all the old issues, to get it all ready in time for london zine symposium. have nothing else to say. this weekend has been a bit strange. spent a lot of time with carl's family. going to see his dad in a bit i expect. i just made lovely jerk burgers for me, carl & craig, though i might aswell feed him too. oh and i made lemonade. REAL LEMONADE. it is awesome, i'm gonna make some more tomorrow i think. with less zest though. life has sort of handed us a big bag of metaphorical lemons, i might as well make some real lemonade.
this week carl brought me home this mens zara t-shirt from oxfam. i really love the print (kitties!) but it's one of those weird frankenstein's monster things that pretend to be something they're not. in this case t-shirt + flimsy cardigan. it doesn't look bad, but it's making me feel hella weird cos i can't wear a cardigan with it! that'd be like wearing two cardigans, even if the other one is only a pretend one. boo. i am nothing without my cardigan! oh well, maybe it's one to wear when it's too hot to wear an actual cardigan? to keep up appearances.
i do hate it when they (especially high street shops, not that i'd know about any other kind of shop..) make shit like this. cardigan t-shirts, and those jumpers that look like you're wearing a shirt underneath. what the fuck is the point? i guess they're trying to save you the bother of wearing / buying both. 2 in 1, like shampoo with conditioner mixed in.
oh by the way, in case you were wondering about what's behind me, it's this:
