Do Baggu!

I just discovered the cutest, eco-friendly bags online.

They're called 'baggu's, and they're reusable shopping bags in like, 30 different colors. You can get them in packs of 3 or 6, and, I just ordered 6: 2 for me, 2 for my stepmom, and i'm giving 2 away to friends. They're really sturdy, too, so I can use them for groceries and throw them in the back of my car. Although I never use plastic bags- especially when i'm shopping anyplace else and buying clothes or knickknacks- I always tell them to put it in the bag I have with me. So much crap you buy already has plastic wrapping on it already, so why waste?














http://www.baggubag.com/

Currently listening to: "S Is For Evrysing" by the Books

Love,
Amanda

In other news,

My dog is a riot and a half.















Earlier this morning I found him sprawled out on his favorite rug at the bottom of the stairs on his back. When I called to him, he just started barking at the ceiling. By the way, if you haven’t seen what a full-grown 110 pound retriever lying on his back looks like, you’re in for a chortle. Also, he really likes the song “Run to your grave” by the Mae Shi. Maybe it’s because I get him excited by shuffling my feet around and clapping a lot, so he is good at joining in the fun by hopping around and barking.

Noted: My dog will kick your bum in a mosh pit.

I know every kid and their mutt thinks they’re hot stuff, with comments like, “my dog can open the door”, or, "my dog can save five-year-olds from the neighborhood pool". Well I’m sure Gus could open the door and save children if he wasn’t so lazy (I blame television). And he is good at bringing me a towel when he drools all over me. But my dog really is better than you. I’m sorry, but that’s how it goes. You are not of a cute and cuddly nature.















I think it's safe to say this dog gets lots of love.

Listening to: "7xx7" by the Mae Shi

-Amanda

Scribble surrounds, drowned out

I've got to find a better hiding spot in this house of mine- I can't think.

Currently listening to: "Madonna" by CocoRosie

Wimpy Wednesday

The thought of grad school is terrifying, so I’ve devised a list of fall-back options:

1. Join the peace corps.
2. Culinary school, get disowned by my father.
3. Get a boob job and extensions, get on rock of love.
4. Art school, get disowned by my father.
5. Get lost in the woods, live with wolves.
6. I would be a cat lady, but i'm allergic. So, an octopus lady. MUCH better family portraits!
7. Be a nanny in Italy. or Finland- I knew a girl who did that.
8. Open a gay roller derby, probably get disowned by my father.
9. Start a fairytale electronica artist alter-ego called ‘Bo Beep’, attempt to get sponsorship from the Disney channel.
10. Figure out how to get paid and not do anything.

I hope you all are doing well with PLANNING YOUR LIVES

Currently listening to: "I Hate Meeces To Pieces" by Baby Calender

Love,
Amanda

P.S. I've decided to grow my hair out. Just so you folks know.

It was an epic night.

Last night, Charles and I had an lovely night, complete with a midnight trip to my favorite, Waffle House. It might not be the best place for growing, healthy children like ourselves, but my stomach overrides my cholesterol-ethics at that hour. That being said, I may have invisible obesity. Expect me to explode at any moment.



We talked for several hours, polished off a couple glasses of wine, and wandered around West University. The night was consumed by various sing a long bible songs, pretty flowers, and lovely cityscapes. Houston really is a magnificent city. It gets quite a bit of a bad rap from all the pollution, crime, and traffic, but I suppose I have a bias growing up here. Nothing beats a 80 mile per hour night in a wild city with an Iggy Pop soundtrack. Here, here!

Currently listening to: "Real Wild Child" by Iggy Pop

Love,
Amanda

This is a harbinger of social astrocities to come

So yes, i've decided to start blogging. As much as I was initially dissuaded from doing such, because of several factors,

a. I might be going along with the trend and get bored of it soon
b. I could get frustrated with exposing my thoughts and ideas online
c. No one wants to read about my musings

I suppose i'm going to say 'whatever', and start one for the purposes of,

a. Sharing my writings and artwork
b. Having an indestructible journal full of good stories, as my memory is awful these days
c. Sharing recipes

Are we still on the same page?
Wonderful. Hold onto your pants, kiddos.

To start off, i’m going to tell you about my weekend (in the next post, to keep this shit organized), but I’m going to warn you, i’m going to start this blog in medias res. For you latin-challenged kiddos, it means i’m going to distort chronologically-skewed minds. I was in New Mexico for a month this June, and although I desired to blog about happenings in Taos, internet was not an option when you are camping in a tent in the mountains. So be it.

Another warning: I never said my blog had to be factual. I called it makeshift memoirs for a reason; if I don’t particularly think that my day’s activities are interesting, I may tell you that i’m starting to invest in a unicorn farm, or mention my secret life as the star of my own series of detective-themed porn films in which I bend over looking for clues a lot. This is more fun to blog about for me then, say, stripping the wood varnish off the upstairs banister. Nobody wants to hear about this. I may denote that “blog entry may or may not be true”, or I could just be a jerk and let you figure it out for your own. Those of you who’ve read The Sound and The Fury might understand this better. Those of you who haven’t are probably happier people in the long run.

I hate William Faulkner.

However,
I really do love you all,
Amanda