favorite bands include but are not limited to: nirvana, the distillers, the clash, elastica, sublime, flogging molly, 113, zebda, the streets, the gossip, hole, green day, Manu chao, morcheeba, gipsy kings, ojos de brujo, bob marley, rancid, queen, billie holiday, dropkick murphys
favorite movies: run lola run, some like it hot, snatch, boondock saints, taxi (the french one), the mummy, sleepy hollow, fear and loathing in las vegas, aladdin, pirates of the carribbean, the usual suspects, pulp fiction, kill bill vol 2, swing, gadjo dilo, fight club, casablanca, white cat black cat
favorite books:..f*** it, favorite movies was hard enough. I don’t have a favorite book.
favorite person, place, or thing (NOUN): brody, angelina jolie, sardines, france, nutella, velvet, punk rock, sexual innuendos, marilyn monroe, wife beaters, the middle east, hopeless savages, kindergarten, courtney love, irish accents, pineapple orange juice, foreign films, sources of income, barbies, revelations, atheism, late nights, nostalgia, sensory memory, deja-vú, milla jovovich, gypsy music, riots in the streets, chaï, sex, sticking it to the man, cafés, edgar degas, clint eastwood, garage, bags, mohawks, skateboarding, consciences, santa barbara, porch swings, dread lock rastas
...
auf wiedersehen, good night
If only I could blog away my college essays and blog everyone their christmas presents. What a treat that would be. Not to say I'm a champion at this, not by any means, but I blog a shite-sight better than I essay or even shop, for that matter. Too bad blogs are totally intangible. I've found that to be a bummer because you're like 'hey I'll blog instead of doing the mountain of things I should be doing' and then you blog and you blog and come away feeling empty, used, that your life is meaningless and you should really just throw in the towel, oh and shut the door on your way out, thank you. It's a wretched cycle, I tell you what. There may not even be a lick of band news on the horizon, but when the mood strikes...you're fucked.
So, happy holidays you, the few, the brave, who read this. Thanks for sticking through it with me, your kindness will not be soon forgotten. I can't believe that this time last year we were still reeling from the Coke commercial. Times have changed, man, and I can confidently tell you they've changed for the better. Conveniently enough, I'm not going to be around much to give you fun things to read about my little life anymore. Well maybe I will be for a little while, go ahead, you can keep your hopes up, but for all intents and purposes I'm flying the proverbial coop. I'll try to set up a show for when I am here so you don't feel like I dropped you guys flat but know that this girl has finally gotten her shit together is getting the fuck out of Dodge. I've taught you all I know and now you have to go out into the world and fight crime with great power, great responsibility and colored tights and silly monikers that end with the word Man!
so do what you want, do all you can
break all the fucking rules and
go to hell with Superman and
die like a champion, yeah hey!
it's more of a gesture, really
we make no rules
We go out everyday looking to find a way to take over the world. 
But in this day and age, we don't know how to play or to pick our wars. We're bouncing off city streets, we're screaming out 'Yeah yeah!', all looking for our own 
survival and only fighting for the right to try. Booze up fast, come down hard, forget you ever cared...you're so small in the end. We're all victim to apathy, the social cloroform, seems we're all knocked out. We're bouncing off city streets and screaming out 'Yeah yeah!', all looking for our own survival and only fighting for the right to try...yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. So why steal? So why starve? 
Why make cuts in your arm? Why not take up the call? Because I know that you care about what's happening out there, it's just too fucked up...and I can't find my pulse. Or how to rile up generation 'us'. I know the world would be di
fferent if the college kids had voted. We're bouncing off city streets and screaming out 'YEAH YEAH', all looking for our own survival and only fighting for the right to try, yeah yeah yeah...give us some room to play, we want the enemy!
- New New - Kievan Rus 
Isn't that just such a clever name for a song?And believe me, no one knows more than me how dorky it is to update blogs regularly but as I promised pictures, I'm cutting myself some slack. Tank and I are really really really attractive. I swear, we are. Especially when we sell merch. The dude behind us is Alex, he's vegetarian, and behind him is Pat, the drummer from Anti-Flag, who's vegan. What a trip.
fuck yeah, shred it babe.
