I have played the most played song on my itunes 414 times (and counting). The Mp3 is called hairdryer_2
I’ve played hairdryer_1 only 134 times.

Hairdryer_2 is 57 seconds long while hairdryer_1 is 54 seconds.
_2 is higher pitched and warmer sounding than _1. _2 also works as a continuous sound when it is on repeat but _1 changes towards the end so when it loops back around is really obvious and doesn’t do best the only thing it is meant to do.
This is not a math problem but it sounds like one.

When I was little my mom worked in Boston and my dad stayed at home with us kids. She would wake up really early to take a shower.
It was still dark outside.
The tv would be on and it was blue everywhere.
She would blow dry her hair every day because it was the early 90’s.
As soon as I heard the blow dryer I’d run out of my bedroom to sit outside the bathroom door without her knowing and listen.
I always sat like this:
(take a picture/drawing of how you would sit and listen.) (I didn’t take a picture or draw)
Legs tucked in my shirt and arms tucked in my shirt and head tucked in my shirt.
When mom dried her hair she stood like this the whole time:
(take a picture of how mom would stand with her legs crossed at ankles.) ( I didn’t take a picture of this either) (imagine)
I don’t know if I have ever seen her stand like this when she is not blow drying her hair.

When I would hear the blow dryer stop I’d go back to my room quietly so she didn’t know I was there.
I don’t know if I was really being sneaky or not. I also don’t know when it was made common knowledge that I loved the sound of the blow dryer but I do know that in high school mom let me listen to her blow dry her hair right next to her INSIDE the bathroom. I would sit on the toilet. Sometimes it really annoyed her. She didn’t blow dry her hair every day at this point though.

Now I listen to the blow dryer when I especially need to to perk me up. I don’t do it every day. and I don’t dry my hair with it. I point it away from me or at my feet if they are cold.
To save energy I have the mp3 of hairdryer_2 to fall back on.

I am not going to describe what I like about listening to the blow dryer. It’s my favorite sound.
One time I told a boyfriend and he wanted to sit with me and listen too.
Totally ruined it. He sat there staring at me while we were suppose to be listening to the blow dryer happening. As if I would do something or change or maybe it would sound different to him than a usual blow dryer because he was with me and I loved it so much.
He was unimpressed and I was annoyed.
Then I told another boy I was dating about the blow dryer and he got me a new blow dryer as a gift. It was a great gift but then a month later my mom got me a brand new better looking and sounding and energy saving blow dryer than the one the boy bought me so I didn’t use his any more. He noticed and was upset.

So now. I’m not making it special knowledge any more. World, I love the sound of the blow dryer.

I’m doing all this talk about this thing because I had the worst feeling ever a day ago. The worst feeling I have had since a tragedy happened to me only nothing bad happened worth feeling terrible about this time. So I have been listening to hairdryer_2 a lot.

I’ve been meaning to blog about all the fun stuff I did last week to show off how happy I was but I can’t properly describe it right now.
Here is some stuff anyway, I had a lot of fun doing all these things:

In New York almost:

This is my favorite thing to see on the way to New York now that they knocked down my original favorite thing which was an abandoned house in the middle of a field.

I was there to get away from it all and see my sister Fan.
Fan is cooler than New York:


That first night we went to see the Best thing Ever and Sleep No More and you can read about it in Amanda’s thing here because she describes it great and is great.

Sleep no More was just like walking around New York only someone put old fashioned scary stuff everywhere and made it in a specific space(hotel) with actors and a theme and charged money. What I mean is. You wander around finding the stuff you think is most interesting and then you can chose to look at that stuff or not or interact or not and it is just like wandering around New York City.

After that I had to tell Fan that her room is like a cell hole and we should make it better. So we did that the next day.
The fabric store:

Rug made by Fan:


Putting up yarns:


Arty shot of ceiling:


Curtain in place, yellow fluffs stuck to the wall, bed made, and Fan chillin:



We are happy and the same:



The next day I wandered around like in Sleep No More and tried to get lost but always knew where I was.
I’ve seen all these things before:






I did find this woman:

These guys started playing bad drum music and chanting when this woman walks up with gigantic boobs. She put down her three shopping bags and started sexy dancing to their chants and also chanting herself. She was so not like them and so sexy that people started gathering to watch her:
They were not gathering for the chanty music. I know because it is kinda obvious but also because when the woman left the crowd left.

When this woman left I was going to leave like everyone else but then I turned around and there she was again doing something she didn’t look like she would do…:

She took off her shoes and asked this kid if she could use his skateboard.
This is a blurry close up with her and her cigarette:


Then this other girl asked to take me and Fan’s picture for a fashion magazine and I noticed they talked to dancing sexy skateboard boobs before us so when we wrote down our email for this magazine I figured skatedanceboobs wrote hers down before ours and I memorized her email. I will never email her. I wanted you to know how sneaky I am.

The whole time this was happening Fan’s hair looked like a peacock colors:



When I got back to Boston my housemate Amanda took me on an outing to Walden Pond.
Grave snacking on the sugariest cookie in the sun:


A grave that looks like Tim Burton:


Lampshades you don’t want:


Bench you don’t want to sit in:


Beauty:





I thought Thoreau’s real house would be there but just rocks:

We added to it.

The cutest:


I have to show the whole shot because its weird that Amanda is wearing jeans:


The end almost.

Friends are good:

Steve/Michelle


An Astronaut

I feel better after writing this.



Now the end.
Hairdryer_2 is up to 501 plays now.

This was great.
Friends drove all the way from Portland Maine to go to a German consulate only to find that they didn’t need to drive to Boston to go to the German consulate but they were here and great so we gardened all of the backyard of the Cloud Club for two days.

1.We found one dead bird.
No one touched the dead bird and we all made this decision in our heads together to let it be but Christopher wasn’t there when we all decided that in our heads and he came and picked it up with his bare hands about two hours later.

2.We found one dead rat.
The rat was almost all eaten by the ground. Allen picked it up but didn’t use his bare hands and gave it a good new home not in the flowers.

3.We found two dead mice on a platter like dinner. No one picked those up and moved them. They looked good there. This was also decided in all of our heads and not out loud.
I don’t have any pictures of the dead things. sorry or your welcome.

Everyone was happy when raking first started.





10 trash bags were filled. The garden looks way good now and Lee was very appreciative.
I don’t have any photos of how tired all of us eventually became also I don’t have photos of the garden after we finished.

That night we had drinks and more friends:

Noah was so posing.

At a different time when we weren’t gardening we had the idea to make 3d chickens from cardboard so we had to find cardboard and walked all around asking everyone. It was really easy to find cardboard but everyone we asked wanted us to be looking for it because we were moving out. They probably didn’t care about 3d chickens.
Allen ended up being the only person who made a 3d chicken and this is that:


Allen explaining how great the feet turned out. I mean foot.



CRAFT TIME!

SLEEPY TIME!


craft time.


sleepy time.

Meghan and Allen are the same droopy love person and Michelle and Tristan are talking about literature.

Today Amanda comes home and it is like “a new chapter”
That’s what me and Michelle are calling it. I like it because my mom would call it that.
My parents actually came down today to have a walk around the South End because my mom found out Kahlil Gibran existed and he lived near where i live and anyway we talked about how this is going to be “a new chapter”
It is “a new chapter” because Michelle is moving back in with me only into my blanket fort now that Amanda isn’t in Australia and Michelle can’t have her bed.

When I first moved into the cloud club Michelle started living with me in my apartment and it looked empty like this:




and all this, look how sloppy:


Us living together is a the same as before because it is the same apartment with the same people but “a new chapter” because we know where we are.

I’m writing this with 70’s disco music coming at me. I’m coat checking at a show based on a midsummer’s night dream but with roller skates and glitter and faeries added.
Some guy just tipped us $40 and called me pretty. His wife lost her phone.
Lez go!

My boots are getting harder to take off and put on.
When I bought them the guy at the store said they were easy lace up put on/take off boots.

He might have lied because he wanted me out of the store fast because I had a bloody nose.
I tried to explain to him that it was a fake bloody nose.
Maybe that was too important for me to explain so I missed lacing instructions.
Or he lied.
That happened a long time ago.

Last week I went home to New Hampshire to buy underwear. I got 7 pairs. 

In Derry New Hampshire there is this older woman who walks on the highway with no pants on all year round and with a hooded jacket on all year round. I know her jacket has a hood because she always has it up and I can’t see her face.
I see her a lot.
She is also always walking in the same spot when I see her and she always has the greatest legs.

This is a rare shot of her I took just last week.

I am an exaggerator most times but not this time. I see her a lot.
Driving to college I would expect to see her on the side of the road but forgot I expected that and she would surprise me.
I didn’t really want to see her in the winter because she is probably cold in that outfit. There are a lot of questions:
Why is she always walking along the highway there? Why is she doing it all the time when I’m driving there? Does she just walk back and forth in that spot all day?
Anyway, she was a big deal to me and I would cry and stuff and now I have a picture of her and that might mean I wont see her again.

I wanted an update on my orange peels. I swear this isn’t a set up, they were just like this. She is wearing them:

One person at this show’s opening knew what this painting on the right was about:

This blog should be three blogs because I haven’t blogged in Three weeks.

The first week Max came over:


He made me cry in the blanket fort:


Crying because of laughing:


Penis Cake:

You make this kind of cake with chocolate crackers and whipped cream and then fridge it overnight. Penis shape sold separately.

After that Max and I went to New York. I met up with Fan and Asian there.
Fan being beautiful:


Asian with cornrows:


I painted in New York but also went to this Antique store that had everything creepy that you could call creepy:


Creepy Santa:


Creepy rocking horse:


Creepy spin wheel with names on it to figure out who to torture next. Also it had a motor:


The creepiest of all was Murray who owned the store:

He hates Sarah Palin and wants to beat her at her own game.
He might have a website for taking over the world. Vote Murray.

Some things in his store were nice for photos and not too creepy:

After the Antique store and other very beautiful things that happened in New York like falling in love… a crazy thing happened.
I looked like this:


and I had to paint this painting:

(Not cake inspired, but maybe actually)

Things are better now and I painted this more today:

Pooping in a field is more “better now” compared to ominous hanging penis.

The dishes keep happening:


This is pretty precious:


-Casey

Working coat check leaves me wanting dirty things.
Not nice dirty but actually dirty.
Licking the bottom of my shoes and eating a fortune cookie fortune that is found on the ground.
Why not? I’ve been around dirty coats all day. Maybe dirty is the way to go and I just didn’t realize it before like when I realized that some people brush their teeth with warm water. What the? I might like that.

This is what coat check looks like before coats happen:


This is what coat check looks like after coats happen:

I took this picture sitting on the other side of the room.

Anyway, the fortune cookie example was specific because I did that.
The fortune kept trying to get away from me.
a few times.
so I ate it. It fulfilled my urge to do dirty and also capture my future forever… until I poop.
It said, “Your life will be happy and peaceful.”
I showed it to Michelle before I ate it and she said,
“I don’t know about the peaceful part.”
It was dirty because it came out of someone’s coat at coat check and then fell on the ground….and how do you give that back to someone if you don’t know what coat it came from?
I liked that they were saving it.
I think they were saving it for a while. It was brownish.

dirty.

Josh said he thinks he has a never ending cold because of working at coat check.
Josh and I spend at the very least 6 consecutive hours together every week in a small box checking coats and we say maybe two sentences to each other the whole time.
The thing about him having a cold was one of the sentences this week. I don’t remember the other, probably. “Did you count the cash box yet?”

This is Josh:

Josh would be embarrassed if he knew he was on my internet.
He is very cute.

The snow is melting but people are still saying “look at all the snow everywhere!”
This cigarette is on my bench on my balcony.
It looks like it’s bleeding.
This might mean something to someone. Bleeding dead cigarette.

It doesn’t mean anything to me. It just looks like it could.
I do love that it could mean something to someone.

I am happy when I paint.
It is hard for me to paint.
It is hard for me to start painting.

I did paint today though, after two episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer I did actually get out of bed and tried it.
I’m in this show at the end of the month and I need a title for the paintings that I’ve already started.
I couldn’t come up with anything for a while.
This is what I finished painting today

That isn’t really what it totally looks like because paintings are hard to take pictures of.
you should see it in person anyway.

It doesn’t mean anything to me, like the bleeding cigarette.
The painting part does mean a lot though. The act of.
This whole entry sounds corny.
That’s why its so hard to come up with a name, because it’s like the bleeding cigarette to me.
Don’t mean shit.
I even know what it could mean to someone. wouldn’t want to name it though.

I did think about going with: “Maybe this means something to you”
and then having a note card that says… if it does check yes if it doesn’t check no…. feel free to explain why but you dont have to.

….and then….and then i could just do that with every painting which would be great.
Even ones that don’t look emotionally charged.
All of it could work.
So then I came up with a name that I could always use and now I don’t have to name  any more.

If you want to see this painting in real life:
The Distillary Gallery, Boston
“Go Small”
A group exhibit of 10″ x 10″ works on panel featuring over 20 local artists
Feb 24 – Mar 31

I found out I was born with a sack. Seems like it should be spelled sac or sak. Maybe it is.
The sak meant I was suppose to be a twin but I sucked the life out of it. So it’s just me.
No one told me before now. I think.
I’ve been thinking about this some.

These yokes came out of one egg yesterday.
I’m the one on the right.
The omelette was delicious.

Just ate 16 cookies:

I looked really good earlier today:

I’m not feeling so much that I can’t take a picture of it.

-Casey

I kept it a secret that Tony was staying with me for a week.
I’ve done things wrong, I mean I’ve done wrong things before… anyway, him staying in my place this first week in February is not one of the wrong things I’ve done.

Tony is a boy who I love and who I used to be in close proximity with all the time but now we are apart most of the time.

There has been some discussion in my house about how much importance should be put into signs and signals that seem to come from the “universe.”
Tony visiting me had nothing to do with any of that.
But sometimes we were talking about that.
Like how my great friend and neighbor Michelle puts importance into peeling an orange whole, without really thinking too much, keeping the skin in one long piece. It means things at that moment.

It was snowing and we went in it.

At this point we were not very comfortable together. See how his hand is ready at the hip to whip out his pistol at any second?

I’ve been sick for a month now and there has been so much coughing that on this snow day my cough muscles( which I guess are right on your ribs) said, “NO.” Every time I coughed or laughed I would get a really sharp sharp pain in my right side.
This made everything even more uncomfortable not only because it hurt but because Tony is funny and I couldn’t laugh at him so sometimes he didn’t think I appreciated how great he is. but I did. it just hurt. 

Me coughing:

The backyard was beautiful:

I have a landlord. He is a bigger part of my life than most would think…if you didn’t know where I live… because he is a landlord. His name is Lee. The car is named Cloud1. I don’t know how to drive it:

One time Amanda tried to teach me how to drive Cloud1 but she wouldn’t let me actually drive Cloud1.

Even though it was earlier in the morning than regular visiting hours, I went up to visit my great friend and neighbor Michelle after giving Lee a hug.

The last time Michelle saw Tony was in Ireland. Even though her eyes are covered in this photo, she did see Tony in Boston, eventually:

Michelle was up but still in her pajamas. All the stuff in Michelle’s apartment isn’t her stuff. Tony had snow all over him which made me nervous because he was getting things wet and I don’t think he knew it.

The light looks great here.

I had to work late every night Tony was here so we had to make time during the day to make a blanket fort from leftover blankets from another blanket fort that Lee took down:

Pretty good, right?

This is me after work not looking the best:

I traded sweaters with Tone. I wore his and he wore mine:

Dramatic photos happened:

That night was our last night Tone and I would see each other for a long long time. We were listening to Leonard Cohen in the blanket fort and we had two oranges. Tone saw me peeling an orange peel in one piece earlier and tried it himself right then.
He didn’t make it all the way round and it broke.
I said, “shit.”… really actually worried.
He said, “what?”
“You broke it.”
“So?”
“Michelle would think this moment wasn’t important if she broke an orange peel. But this moment is really important.”
and Tone said, “You shouldn’t feel pressure to peel an orange.”

Then he left.
It was amazing, it was great, it was awesome.
All the words you use all the time when you are happy and impressed with things.
We were so happy for a few days and now we are apart again and still happy. I think.

When he first left there was definitely something that left.
It’s okay though, I knew this would happen so I said, “You know what I’m going to do… I’m going to do my day. I’m going to eat an orange and then clean up a bit and then paint.”

I went to pick up an orange and eat it and saw that Tony had written “Tone” on it and it made it hard to eat.

I still ate it.

Next step: clean….
The first thing I lift up to clean is a fake bronze ear and under it is a piece of paper that says, “Be honest with yourself.”
then I remember Tony saying he left inspirational notes hidden all over my apartment.
The day was slow, it was yesterday.

The light was great again today:

-Casey