report on austin

Summarized as follows:
-Saying anything like: 'Crystals are so stupid!' 'What time is it?' and the despair rattled 'Burrito...FUCK!'
-I am now a /model - I just need something to put in front of the /. Three of my friends and I were in this weird, professional photo shoot thing where we had to get hosed down, etc. Hot shots coming soon...
-getting hot
-getting high
-getting wet
-getting drunk
-The inception of the word 'slampig'
-iced coffee at the same place with the same dreamy baristo every morning...
-The outrage that is Sparks Lite must be suppressed at all cost - sup not on its utter nastiness, I warn you one and all
-perpetual bugs
-at least two people in every bed at the manse of Glassy Heel (my friends' 'band')
-playing pingpong on a fucked up, waterlogged table that sloped ridiculously, leading the 'Thai prison rules' version of ping pong, where you just play off anything and keep on playing and hope that your partner forgets about that gram of tar in your rectum. I mean...
-The Kings of Leon's new album being played constantly and eblematically
-taking on of new pseudonyms - Bellagio and Dario Argento (seemingly indistinguishable from one another)
-watching of the evil that is Bum Fights
-playing with the fake cat (Mr. Boceifus) by creepily posing him in hiding places all over the house, including numerous fake-kitty suicide attempts
-The 'behind the scenes' film I made about our weird photo shoot - hilarious only to me and people who were there, dumb shit to the rest of the world
-anime porn

Basically, yes, I am still planning on moving there. The new goal is to be back in Austin in time for Austin City Limits Festival thingy. The amount of activity and personality and creativity and fun in this town fucking blew me away, so go to it I must. In the mean time, I look forward to experiencing Missoula and trying to get an actual job. I am finally moved into my room and into an actual semblance of being grounded for a few fleeting moments. I think staying busy(ish) and stimulated will be the keys to milking all the richness from this summer. Milk it I will, baby.