I Heart Goldfrapp

I left the house at 6:30 in the morning because my computer has gone crap and I had to use the computer lab to finish my draft for Feature. I hardly slept last night. I keep updating. Help me!

Don’t steal my idea, but I want to make pins that say, “PUKKA” or “JAMIE OLIVER IS A WANKER” in an homage to the Mockney Crockney.

Oh, and the ‘Frapp last night on Conan? Totally rocked. I heart Alison.

Yo- British hommies and Anglophiles- White Teeth is gonna be made into a four-part TV series.

Abbey Road goes Digimon. To celebrate Abbey Road Studio’s 70th birthday, they’ve decided to make a crap looking video game. Those CANNOT be the real graphics, can they? Em… I know it is still sorta cool to do a 80’s throwback… but for electronics? I don’t think so.

Oh and check it out, our favorite cocaine-requesting bratty Brit artist, Damien Hirst, has his work “Pharmacy” up on the Tate Modern website.

MMmm… Digiart!

I Just Saw Todd Solondz

I saw Todd Solondz about 10 minutes ago while waiting outside for the fire drill to clear. How New York am I?

Anyone want my free Mudvayne CD? I’m keeping the Ryan Adam’s video though.

Sarwat had plus one to the ‘Frapp show… Sadly we are 1. too lazy and 2. too boring.

It seems as though every site I surf on today has a D Plan mention. Weird.

My Suitemate Doesn’t Know I’m Writing about Her

It was very warm in Manhattan today. It was very cold in Brooklyn today. I wished for more clothing.

I’m very tired and there is probably a lot of work I should be doing but instead I’ll read some dead letters and eat some Chinese food.

My suitemate just came home.

I’ll just watch other people’s suitemates instead.

Find Out What Julian Casablancas’s Parents Look Like

God how I love Steve Lamacq… He’s doing a docu on “The Fantatics- Obsessive Fans.” Sure to be a classic.

Right now I’m in the computer lab transferring files from my Zip disk from home on to the Net so I can down load them from the Internet on to my computer. It’s a very complicated process, what can I say?

Thanksgiving wasn’t as relaxing as I would have liked it to have been. Came home ON Thanksgiving, had turkey, watched Legally Blonde… then, in a flashback to freshman year in high school, I watched R+J for the first time since I saw it in the theaters. I thought I was going to cry. It was so brilliant. I loved it so much. Leonardo DiCaprio? So good in it. So cute! (Whatever happened to the deary? What a pity Titanic was, eh?) It was really so great.

I also watched some of the “Random Mix Tape #6,” which seems to be made up of clips from late 1999- early 2000. It starts out with all this fabulous stuff involving Scotish people (bizarre). Travis on Conan, Travis winning a Brit Award, Dougray Scott in M: I-2, Alan Cumming on Conan, etc. Good stuff.

Then yesterday I saw a bunch of people from back home… Jen, Debbie, Rebecca, Kim. We went to Borders, and that was interesting. Then we went to Jen’s and just bummed around. They refused to let me watch television. I was horrified.

Oh yeah.. and what holiday weekend would it be without some commentary on The Strokes. 30 December. I’m going. Don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about it. Too upsetting. Too ridiculous. Boo.

I wish Bridget Jones’s Diary was on TV today, but it’s not. Boo. Maybe I’ll watch some of the movies I actually own. Ripley, Twelfth Night (evil Lincoln Center version), Sliding Doors? I’ll probably just end up watching regular TV… or Moulin Rouge.

I wanna get back to my dorm. Why won’t these files load faster?

Loading is done, but now I’m just surfing some sites.

And in case you were wondering what Julian Casablancas’s parents look like… have a ball.

I knew it! A link from Online Journalism proves those crazy European kids can’t get enough of their bloody “mobiles.” But they also love the Internet. Yay!

Who Wants to Work for Plum Sykes?

I didn’t get the memo. According to The New York Times Mondays are the new Thursdays. That’s it- next semester I’m making Wednesdays the new Mondays.

Today in French class, we had to make up an imaginary French holiday to write back to our American friend who wrote about Thanksgiving. I made up “Parisienuvus.” It’s a holiday that occurs on 1 December every year. The Parisiens dress all in black, smoke cigarrettes all day long at the cafe as they sip coffee. How is this different than any other day in Paris, you may ask? Well, on Parisienuvus they also hit Americans with baguettes. Repeatedly… and effectively. It’s kind of like when you have a pinata at your birthday party- same idea.

As sad as it might seem, Toby Young still amuses me.

My professor just e-mailed me with a forward for a job description to work for Plum Sykes. I’m laughing so hard I don’t know what to do. In the body of the text, there is an address, which I believe to be Plum’s actual HOME address… and then her e-mail address. I’m really tempted to apply. It would just be too hilarious.

But after working at several fashion-heavy publications and just hearing about Conde Nasty from other interns and in the gossips I’m leery to become a part of that whole fashion scene again. I’ve been there. Done that. And god, are those people shallow and vacuous! All about the parties and the free gifts and the yadda yadda yadda.

And Plum Sykes! Dear lord. Just the idea of having to work with one of the most well-known fashion socialites is enough to make me vomit. It’d be intense. I’ll sleep on it. Maybe I could be the next Toby Young!