I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way

The swelling in my tongue is starting to go down now. I think before I got it pierced I took solid food for granted. Since I got it done I've only been able to eat pudding, and grits, and have recently moved up tp noodles, fruity pebbles, and scrambled eggs. The swelling is going down finally and the piercing looks like it's healing nicely so I'm guessing I'll be able to chew more solid food in a few days. I was amazing though at how much it did not hurt when I got it pierced. I ended up having my eyes closed the whole time, but id say its the least painful piercing out of the eyebrow, the belly button and the ears that I've done in the past. That's not counting the healing part though which is by far the worst because it's given me a stupid sounding lisp and the inability to chew. I've gotten some interesting looks and comments too such as "How're you gonna kiss someone with that in your mouth?" Hmmm, interesting question indeed. I think I'll manage.

Yesterday was excellent. I went vintage/thrift store clothes shopping on Melrose and found a very adorable blue striped skirt. As soon as I got it home though the zipper broke so I had to drop it off to get fixed. Nonetheless, I love it and even though I didn't find anything else, the shopping was worthwhile. There are 2 types of vintage from what I've seen. First, there's the kind that you might see at a garage sale. The funky pieces that are slightly damaged or are buried amidst tons of other clothes that are hideous looking...like buried treasure. You've really got to search through all the junk to find a piece you can work with. But when you do find that piece, it's more worthwhile cuz you won't see someone else walking around with it. Then there's designer vintage where the pieces are all gorgeous and interesting, but are priced insanely high and sort of defeats the purpose. We went into this one store, American Rag, and i notice a peacoat going for $548. I mean, unless you're a celebrity or really well off there's no way youre gonna pay that much for a peacoat. The shopping trip threw me into a vintage/thrift store fury though and I want to change my wardrobe. I always want to do that. I wear comfort clothes...meaning jeans and a tshirt that's usually a size or two too big for me. Not exactly the type youd see walking down the street and think they have that funky edge to them you want to imitate, but maybe that can change, eh?

Next was a trip to Amoeba records where PJ Harvey was performing a set of angry girl rock to promote a new record. I have to admit I wasn't a huge fan before yesterday. Not because I heard her stuff and hated it, but because I had only heard one song and didn't have much time to judge. But I went anyway cuz I thought it might be a cool experience. It was much more crowded than I expected and everywhere we went the bouncer/amoeba employees told us couldn't stand there because we had to keep the aisles clear for people to walk through. So we shuffled all over before we found a place near the back. A giant speaker (which i dont think was JBL, those bastards) was blocking my view. Amazingly, Jon Brion walked right past us and stood to watch the concert a few rows away. Damn. I spent the rest of her songs staring straight at Jon Brion like a crazy person with my mouth hanging open (which seems to be the only thing I can muster when I'm around him) rather than the stage. He was headbanging a bit which was cute. I hope I run into him more often. I say that like i actually talk to him, which I probably never will. I have to admit I have a tiny bit of a thing/crush/fancy for him (understandment) and plan on going to his concert sometime next month. But it really made my day. Oh, and I walked away with "Her Majesty", the Decembrists album I've been wanting.

Saw Garden State at the Arclight. Wonderful theater but FAR too expensive. I ended up pay $11 dollars for a movie I had already seen once before, but I had a good time so I guess it's ok just this once. Go see it, seriously. Zach Braff is a very awesome young man and I guarantee you'll enjoy the movie if you're looking for a good drama/finding oneself flick. Even if it is about fucking New Jersey.


Got me a pair of green converse sneakers...yeah.