A bunch of missed opportunities

I've had quite a weekend, and now I'm going to Chicago for the first time! I'm excited, really, even though it's only to visit School of the Art Institute of Chicago. Such a grossly pretentious name. And place. Well, actually, I wouldn't know, but some girl that I strongly dislike goes there. She's pretentious and gross. And fucked a guy that I used to like.

If you have no 4th of July plans (unlike me! err!) go to

  this wonderful event at The Marvelous in West Philadelphia. Hermit Thrushes, Sports (My

 cousin Brian Reichert), Nat Baldwin (Of Dirty Projectors), and Br'er. Charm that I will unfortunately miss due to super soaker, firefly catching, and firework traditions. 

Urgh, I've been tryingandtryingandtrying to produce a

 (good) self-portrait, but I can't seem to come up with anything that I'm actually happy with. I've done pencil ones, marker ones, acrylic ones, and just plain strange ones but they never look like me. I look like a scary white ghost in this one. I can't paint anymore. I'm serious. I hope this doesn't last forever.