I feel like my days don’t belong to me any more! I am so booked and so busy lately I can barely find time to stare at the floor. It’s all a lot of fun, though, so I don’t want to give anything up.

Yesterday I took Sarah with me to Bowery to photograph Beach House before their show. Alex and I went to college together for four years, and he had no clue who I was when I started shooting them. He was like “good to meet you” and I said “we had astronomy together!” Last week my friend Yara had no clue who Kathy was in Opening Ceremony, and we were all in so many classes together. Oberlin’s the size of a refrigerator box. I wanna be like, hello… you may be playing Bowery but I’m more famous than you right here right now in 2008. Are people throwing your name around in US Weekly and role-playing you on Livejournal? Is Saks Fifth Avenue (the one ON Fifth Avenue) staying open after hours so you can shop there? Didn’t think so. But I didn’t say any of that because that’s only funny on the internet and actually I love Alex and Victoria and Beach House in general. They were clearly taking time to do the shoot where there wasn’t much time so I have nothing but ice cream for them. Also, their sound check was just them fucking around and I was still totally entranced.

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That middle one is my favorite. Victoria is kind of a legend in the making, I think. After Bowery Sarah and I met up with Christian and Nylon Nicole at some small foodery dinery type of location for some strong drinks that fucked me right up and good appetizers that took a long time to arrive. Then we all went to the Nylon 9th Anniversary party, which was nice enough for a little bit until someone opened a side door and a crowd of literally like 100 people bum-rushed their way in and packed it beyond the point of any sane sort of comfort. So we got out of there as soon as possible (though not before I scored some patent white Doc Martens) and met up with Melissa and Justin and JJ and friends at Hiro for some drinks and a bitchy waitress who may have been the black girl from The Craft. We were too late for the Paper party so we just sat around being dumb for a while with alcohol and french fries (Christian), which was clearly the best part of the evening by far. And Justin gave me a big stash of underwear because either 1) he has a huge crush on me and is going to leave Melissa or 2) we’re all stupid and our joined stupidity culminates in a bulk wholesale order of American Apparel underwear that nobody needed. But hey now I’m fresh.

Christian, Melissa, Geneva, Sarah and I are going to Vegas next week. He’s judging Miss USA and then Tao is throwing him a big party that we’re all going to. All the girls and Christian have incredible outfits lined up, and I have nothing. Suggest something. I need to go shopping. Take me shopping. Send me things. I will wear them on Wireimage. SOMEBODY HELP ME!