3:02 am

So. I’m on my old imac looking at bookmarks and came upon my old livejournal -with catchy post titles such as “fuck my bangs, man” and “hittin’ the.. ” I quit right when I graduated college.  I thought I’d share my entry about one my best new years I’ve ever had.

Jan 1, 2007

“Strangers love to talk to me. I must have a face that says I’d humor them. And usually I do. My night started with me hoping back on the 7 train to get back to brooklyn. A group of Queens folk, mostly italian hop on the train dressed in new years garb and enjoying themselves, one man I’m going to say in his late 30s asks me how his new years hat looked (it was a tiny tiny top hat and his hair line was somewhat recending) I told him is was adorable. he made some comment about how it was on the left like the beyonce song and I had no idea what he was talking about and then he and some members of his group asked me what I was doing for new years and invited me to go wherever it was  they were off to. I politely declined and told them I had a party to get to and my stop came right as they really got into trying to get me to go.

But yeah I had a really awesome new years. Signe Baumane threw a new years party and I rsvped and brought Lee along. Within minutes of taking out jackets off Pat Smith throws his hands up in a hard rock gesture “what the fuck! Yeah guys!” or something along that line. He came out from behind the kitch counter and announces that we have penetrated the “inner circle” we laughed and introduces us to his girlfriend Olivia and through out the night I met many other indepent animation celebs or something like it (Signe introduced us to Nina Paley but my Dumb ass couldn’t remember who she was till i got home today and googled her). Most of the night was spent in conversation with Pat, Noelle, and Bill Plympton who I have met on more than one occassion but right now he was giving undivided attention to the bullshit myself and my comrades were spitting. And I know if you’re reading this you probably don’t give a shit but it felt like I got into an oscar party and got to have a full conversation with spielberg or some shit. The food Signe made was great  and she even set aside a dance floor which was sadly under utilized and Pat Smith is an amazingly retarded dancer. Go Mister H8 hat you go boy.

When Lee and I left we met up with Jenn Harte and Erin Kibble who had started thier own party around the same time as we did but seemed like alchohol damaged them more than myself. Erin’s feet were dying, so were Lee’s, and soon so where mine. Jenn needed some minor assistance. After one beer I left them. Lee and I walked down park ave for a reasonable amount of time in the rain trying to hail a cab. I had tied a red balloon to my purse.  After we weren’t doing well hailing cabs we went to a diner and ate as best we could, I took a purple balloon there. and left around 3:15 am. continued to try hailing cabs while the rain made me look more like a wet rat. Once they ask where you’re going and you say brooklyn they Drive away..  hand on the door or not. One said he’d drive to bk for $65 to which I said “NOO” and threw up a not so nice finger. Fuck that bullshit. we took the train. I warned less sober people to watch out for the piss puddle I watched another drunk man make at Union Square. Another drunk girl asked me if she could have my new years hat. I said “noo  I like it too much” to which she said “you lucky bitch”. ah new york. the only part of the trip home I enjoyed where the two balloons tied to my purse. They acted as pillows after my migrane set in too deep for head holding to fix and I enjoying blowing it away from my face and letting it bounce on the tip of my drunk nose. I want to tie a balloon to my bag everyday. And he could be my friend. I lost the purple one in the L train as we were walking out. the red one is tied to the lamp next to my bed and I love him. bed time 4:35 am with feet burning from cold puddles and pretty little shoes not made for the new year.”

a teenage girl was taling to me about her artwork and wanting to go to art school I tried ask her what she was more specifically interested in doing. -she asked me what I do and when I said “I work in animation” she looked at me and say “so.  can you draw?”

fucking a man. is this what the animation world has come to. also, I hate teenagers.

I accidently punched one of my bosses’ framed film festival awards and it fell to its shattering death. - I am an ass. also I’ve been trying to draw every morning on the bus to lift my spirits.. its working. thank God.

-just sayin’