Friday, January 18, 2008

I thank Marc Bolan,

For he sometimes does an impeccable job at describing my thinking process.
Even if it does translate as nothing but the crooning of cryptic nonsense.

(T. Rex, "Electric Slim and the Factory Hen")

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Ex-Kateri kids, unite!

So I have to admit, this one is just a little bit backdated.
But I had to throw in a tribute to my Camp Kateri friends, whom I visited over break.
Sometimes I think I might go back to Girl Scout Camp, just to relive the golden days of working in the smelly horse stables and sing punk songs all day. But then I realize the magic was really in the company I kept for the summer in the middle of nowhere.
Camp friends never forget eachother. And my camp friends happen to be pretty bad-ass.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

"Guess who shot Soulja Boy?"

Why am I so late with these?!

Probably because I've been lollygagging (ha!)
about my hometown while Winter Break is still in full effect.
Expect a plethra more in the next couple of days!
For now, we must reintroduce Kylie White and what really goes on at the local (she'll kill me for saying this) hipster discotheque.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Party pants!

...Scene kid tested
Children of the Revolution-- approve!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Zac Efron a jerk for invading my dreams. Who let him into my slumber?
[And how on earth did he shrink?]

My unconscious and I. We obviously don't talk much.

This is probably why I have really crazy dreams.
And then illustrate the best ones later:

This is only the tip of the iceberg.
You-- nor I-- will never know what to expect next.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Some old ones

I guess to keep me on track with this whole blog thing.
Y'know, also to keep you in tune with some things you might've missed.
[Also, take notice of the chronological order I am making of this;

as you descend on this page, you are descending back in time.]

Oh, the drama I sometimes create for myself.

(Lyrics compliments of The Smiths)

(Lyrics in fuzzy music cloud, compliments of Skeeter Davis' "End of the World")
(Beneath the drawing: "I don't have the heart to even reproduce the moments preceding this

Who am I to cry? I've probably hurt you more than you will let on.")

("Prediction: We'll come back for Indian Summer/and go our separate ways")

(Lyrics compliments of Beat Happening, "Indian Summer")

Monday, January 7, 2008

Dear viewers,

"In viewing this, you view my life as I see it. This includes the people involved in it. And if you've been involved in it--
Pfft. You shoulda known much better.
Friends, family, prominent figures in pop culture, boyfriends. I may protect your name and face, but never your story. Our story.
So consider yourself warned. And lucky, if I feel you're a terrible person. Because in this, our story may not exist.
Love, Suzy X."

So. Let the games begin.