my mom bought me a chair with wrought iron legs and blue velvety upholstery, in addition to floor length velvet flower curtains. my room is no longer my own. the chair is pretty luxurious and i especially like the footrest it came with but it looks really lame. i am pretty sure there is nothing to be done about this though so i will live with my new comfort.

i feel really coddled as whenever i mention anything my dad jumps to my rescue and devotes the rest of his day to fixing the problem. i guess it's kind of nice. well, not really.

fully into socal fantasy camp. pretty sure this place is unfit for sustained human inhabitation, but i wanna eat a lot and go sailing, so i am sticking it out. i am going to new york in january but then i will be back for two weeks with nothing to do so i might start and finish watching buffy the vampire slayer.

today i saw my sister's boyfriend in the parking lot of rico's with this girl who was covered in dirt. weird, right? should i tell her? dirty girl moving in on her man?

jams:
hall and oates - "rich girl"
nasty facts - drive my car
vince guaraldi trio - charlie brown christmas soundtrack
green day - 39/smooth lp
vandals christmas album