Two Years

Yesterday was my two year anniversary. Goodbye Nick Lowery.

Peaches and Cream

This majestic creature is possibly the best friend I have. She looks vicious in this photo; but that is only a facet of her splendid personality.
Personality?
How self important are human beings anyways? Person-ality.
I'm sorry, I'm always going off on these tangents. Peaches is the love of my life. I grabbed her out of a box near my local Safeway about ten years ago. She has followed me to three different houses. We finally ended up on Birch Avenue with my Dad. She has grown into a plump middle aged cat, I've turned into a beastly teenage-adult. She curls up by my feet every night and we sleep in my bed, the island amidst the hurricane of clothing and garbage that litters the rest of my room.
The very best thing about Peaches?

She loves me because she's ignorant of just how much of a fuck-up I am sometimes. She'll never hurt my feelings, maybe just my epidermis with her razor talons.

Mexico

I got out my father's Nikon yesterday and took some photographs of my friends in Little Mexico. Miguel gave me his phone number in a dirty back alley near the fiery foods festival.





Rae and I were attending a concert in a beer garden...well we sat in some dirt patch outside the fence of the beer garden. She is pictured to your left.
I called her trying to get her to go in on a Winco Italian Sub with me, I ended up driving to Pasco to watch a Christian rap/rock band through a chain-link fence.
Life always keeps us on our toes I suppose. It makes things interesting.

Later that same day I returned to Mexico to take Senior pictures for my friend. He was mortified by the sheer number of onlookers, Mexican families came out to stare at us. I dragged him through decaying streets bellowing out orders and forcing him to change shirts in public. I think he had a good time?


"Oh Yeah, Okay, Okay wait, OhMyGod Blake!" Was something I could not stop singing yesterday. Rilo Kiley lights my candle.

Spice Cake

I am no chef.
With one exception, sweet food. It's the only kind of food that I eat.
My friend Alec is also probably destined to be a victim of diabetes. One day we decided to make a cooking show.

We cook lovely things from scratch, blueberry scones, coffee cake, cookies, and most recently Spice Cake.
The cake was a great triumph. It looked visually appealing, the frosting and strawberries were delicious, the batter became a moist sweet cake. Except...we made it for a friend who had journeyed over to Vermont and was due to return that day. He didn't come.
The poor cake was sentenced to a stint in the fridge wrapped in plastic. When we finally sliced into it it was hard and the frosting was halfway frozen. The strawberry juice mixed with the sugar topping and turned into slimy sticky goop.
Our friend didn't try it.
Nonetheless, we had a good time.

Maybe we should actually film next time?

Hello

Does anyone ever remember the names of people they meet once at a party?
The whole pleasant introduction ritual baffles me for this very reason. I hear a name, "Georgia, Sampson, Edna.." and immediately forget it along with the obligatory remark that is always attached.
"Edna is an avid golfer."
That said: Hello, my name is Ariel Collins.
I'll be discussing thoughts, feelings, music, people, objects of my desire, etc... Currently I am longing for this wheelchair I found at Goodwill for twenty-two dollars. I would use it to trick strangers by feigning retardation. I would also coast along slight inclines in it.
(I decided that a hill would be terrifying in a wheelchair.)
I recorded a song recently, but my boyfriend said it sucked so I deleted it. I'm far too sensitive I guess. Someday when I'm famous my band(Mr.Yellow) will dedicate a mean song to him.
I still have silly dreams because they haven't been trampled to death yet. I believe that I can become a traveling author/musician/painter.
I'm in love with my best friend. Which may not be a good thing.
I will be sure to post pictures with frequency so my imaginary readers won't get bored...
Mostly I want to be happy. (You should all go listen to Jenny Lewis sing Happy.)