Today Ulrika brought to my attention the fact that I haven't updated my blog since leaving Portland. Well, many of us haven't. I may have lost some interest, I may be busier. It's completely possible that I'm just as busy or even less, but have no need to procrastinate and therefore no need to write down my spontaneous, though inspiring thoughts on shit going on. Yes, I said shit going on- I like to put things eloquently. Since I've gotten back to LA, I've had to face it that I have a curfew- as retarded as that is to a girl who's lived away from home for a year completely self-governed. I got home at 2:30 last night and the parents flipped. How can they blame me when Alex's bed is just sooo comfortable?
My car has been fucking with me lately. Most of it is my fault but let's deny the possibility of any fallibility on my part. I got a parking ticket- I didn't read the posted sign. My battery died and I had to get a jump from AAA after waiting for an hour in the million degree sun. Of course, it died because I was waiting in my car with the air conditioning on for about half an hour. Then yesterday the blinkers died and went to hell. I got that fixed but missed about half a day of work. The ABS light comes on every once in awhile as it has since we got the car, but supposedly nothing is wrong. The bottom of the car is shit from going over too many hard bumps just a little too fast. I blame peer pressure. (Even when I'm alone) Gas is almost $4. Shoot me please.
I'm working 8 hours/day every weekday except when KC comes to visit from June 8-13th. That will be awesome. I'm getting ready for every cliche Los Angeles touring spot, plus the inside scoop from a REAL Los Angelino. (Guess who)
I'm probably going to Italy and Switzerland with the family and Alex from August 16-23. Anyone else wanna come?
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Two down, one to go
Finals, that is. After psych tomorrow night, all I have to worry about is packing for LA and moving stuff into the Birchwood/Blake's house. I'll try to get it all into the apartment, but there are already 3 people living there for the summer and I'm not so sure how that's gonna work. Oh right, I almost forgot- I have an interview and training session on Thursday as well for the mentoring program that I'm applying for (starting next year). But that's all! And then I'm off to LA to celebrate Alex's birthday and eat In-n-Out! (I'm not sure which I'm more excited about)
I just got an e-mail from Reed's admission office offering me the dorm host job that they had earlier turned me down for. What a bitch. Finally, my housing situation is settled and wonderful- and then I get this. I politely told them that they should have asked me a week ago because I can't back out of my apartment contract now. Ugh. This would have been SO PERFECT a week ago.
On a better note, KC IS BUYING HER TICKET TO VISIT ME IN LA THIS EXACT MINUTE!!! I'm sooo excited!!!
I just got an e-mail from Reed's admission office offering me the dorm host job that they had earlier turned me down for. What a bitch. Finally, my housing situation is settled and wonderful- and then I get this. I politely told them that they should have asked me a week ago because I can't back out of my apartment contract now. Ugh. This would have been SO PERFECT a week ago.
On a better note, KC IS BUYING HER TICKET TO VISIT ME IN LA THIS EXACT MINUTE!!! I'm sooo excited!!!
What the FUUUCK?!?!
What is up with me having crazy. ass. dreams?
The part that I remember starts with watching a volleyball game, none of which was very memorable. We (I'm not sure who exactly "we" is, but we were all stoned) were watching from an elevated platform, a platform that happened to be the other loft bed in my room connected to the bed I actually sleep in. The game was going on in the Palisades gym (my high school). Don't ask how it's connected; dreams aren't supposed to make sense. Ray was on the team facing us, serving the ball, and that's all of the game that I can remember. As we were watching, someone came up to us in the loft and ordered us to leave because we weren't allowed to sit there. We bitched about it among ourselves (apparently we knew and hated the lady) but I was semi-relieved because I was uncomfortable sitting up there and was being pushed off the edge for awhile. So we moved over to my side of the loft, in my bed, and my company was reduced to KC and Lucas. KC and I were talking about how she felt being stoned for the first time, and I really don't know what Lucas was doing there. For some reason, he was SUPER funny. He was our entertainment and we laughed at everything he said. We were there for awhile until some more people entered through the other side of the loft- they were Maeve, Amrita, someone else and maybe Kitty and Madeleine. Sooo weird. Why are they in my dream? Anyway, they somehow got me out of my bed and into the main area of my room.
I was astonished to find that my room had been attacked while I chatted obliviously in bed. All of my blankets and coats and jackets and sheets were sewn together, hanging from all over the ceiling, mainly as a big lump in the center. For a moment I looked around, bewildered, trying to take in the fact that all of my cloth possessions were sewn together in a big heap covering my ceiling. My Reed jacket particularly stood out as I looked closer at the stitches and realized it was forever ruined. The blankets started enveloping me and I became completely covered by the huge clump of soft. I felt hands all around me, grasping me- they were trying to close me in! Luckily, I ducked just in time and escaped before they could secure their hold. But my attempt ultimately failed, as I was caught and pulled back seconds later. They grabbed me again and somehow attached my crotch to a hangar, then pulleyed me up. I couldn't see the actual pulley device because I was hanging upside down, flailing and trying to break free of the hangar. I kept asking what was going on, but they all just laughed, the cruel spectators that they were, and kept pulling me upward. The hangar ripped through my pants and I cried in desperation for any sort of assistance, but no one came to my aid. All the while, Michelle is taking pictures of me and laughing, telling me to smile. Finally, I force a smile through my pleas for release, in hopes that my torture and embarrassment will end, and it does. I see the flash of the camera and then am awakened by Alex's call.
Like I said, WHAT THE FUUUCK?!?!
The part that I remember starts with watching a volleyball game, none of which was very memorable. We (I'm not sure who exactly "we" is, but we were all stoned) were watching from an elevated platform, a platform that happened to be the other loft bed in my room connected to the bed I actually sleep in. The game was going on in the Palisades gym (my high school). Don't ask how it's connected; dreams aren't supposed to make sense. Ray was on the team facing us, serving the ball, and that's all of the game that I can remember. As we were watching, someone came up to us in the loft and ordered us to leave because we weren't allowed to sit there. We bitched about it among ourselves (apparently we knew and hated the lady) but I was semi-relieved because I was uncomfortable sitting up there and was being pushed off the edge for awhile. So we moved over to my side of the loft, in my bed, and my company was reduced to KC and Lucas. KC and I were talking about how she felt being stoned for the first time, and I really don't know what Lucas was doing there. For some reason, he was SUPER funny. He was our entertainment and we laughed at everything he said. We were there for awhile until some more people entered through the other side of the loft- they were Maeve, Amrita, someone else and maybe Kitty and Madeleine. Sooo weird. Why are they in my dream? Anyway, they somehow got me out of my bed and into the main area of my room.
I was astonished to find that my room had been attacked while I chatted obliviously in bed. All of my blankets and coats and jackets and sheets were sewn together, hanging from all over the ceiling, mainly as a big lump in the center. For a moment I looked around, bewildered, trying to take in the fact that all of my cloth possessions were sewn together in a big heap covering my ceiling. My Reed jacket particularly stood out as I looked closer at the stitches and realized it was forever ruined. The blankets started enveloping me and I became completely covered by the huge clump of soft. I felt hands all around me, grasping me- they were trying to close me in! Luckily, I ducked just in time and escaped before they could secure their hold. But my attempt ultimately failed, as I was caught and pulled back seconds later. They grabbed me again and somehow attached my crotch to a hangar, then pulleyed me up. I couldn't see the actual pulley device because I was hanging upside down, flailing and trying to break free of the hangar. I kept asking what was going on, but they all just laughed, the cruel spectators that they were, and kept pulling me upward. The hangar ripped through my pants and I cried in desperation for any sort of assistance, but no one came to my aid. All the while, Michelle is taking pictures of me and laughing, telling me to smile. Finally, I force a smile through my pleas for release, in hopes that my torture and embarrassment will end, and it does. I see the flash of the camera and then am awakened by Alex's call.
Like I said, WHAT THE FUUUCK?!?!
Sunday, May 07, 2006
PLEASE KILL IT, PLEAAASE
There's a daddy long-leg in the corner above my bed and I need it removed. If you love spiders, you can take it outside. But I don't want it near my bed. Someone, please please please respond to my desperate cry for help!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Our lunacy, it's so beautiful
YOUR MAGIC IS WORKING
Baby your magic is working
I lose control of myself whenever you are near me
I feel myself changing
From a guy too cynical for love
into a blushing romantic
Oh honey I'd swim across the Atlantic
just to be near to you I'm hopping like a kangaroo
Baby your magic is working
all of my friends think I'm mad
'cause I talk of nothing but you girl
How you've really changed me
for a guy thought too cynical for love
You've proven everyone wrong
anywhere with you girl is where I belong
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason
Lately I've been so happy
just holding you and gazing into your eyes
like in a movie
You are a star…I mean a starlet,
listen the night we met I fell in love with you
Who'd have guessed who'd have guessed
I'm in love I'm in LOVE!!!
How you've really changed me
from a guy thought too cynical for love
Suddenly I feel as light as a butterfly
and wanting to give love another try
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason
Baby your magic is working
my mirror's reflection is you
looking coquet and smirking
Now your magic is working
Now, replace guy with girl and girl with boy.
P.S. I love Of Montreal. So LSD-friendly, so wonderful.
Speaking of which, WATCH THIS!!! (It's the video for Wraith Pinned to the Mist by Of Montreal)
P.P.S. I feel like such a nerd posting this. Don't hate me for being corny!
Baby your magic is working
I lose control of myself whenever you are near me
I feel myself changing
From a guy too cynical for love
into a blushing romantic
Oh honey I'd swim across the Atlantic
just to be near to you I'm hopping like a kangaroo
Baby your magic is working
all of my friends think I'm mad
'cause I talk of nothing but you girl
How you've really changed me
for a guy thought too cynical for love
You've proven everyone wrong
anywhere with you girl is where I belong
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason
Lately I've been so happy
just holding you and gazing into your eyes
like in a movie
You are a star…I mean a starlet,
listen the night we met I fell in love with you
Who'd have guessed who'd have guessed
I'm in love I'm in LOVE!!!
How you've really changed me
from a guy thought too cynical for love
Suddenly I feel as light as a butterfly
and wanting to give love another try
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason
Baby your magic is working
my mirror's reflection is you
looking coquet and smirking
Now your magic is working
Now, replace guy with girl and girl with boy.
P.S. I love Of Montreal. So LSD-friendly, so wonderful.
Speaking of which, WATCH THIS!!! (It's the video for Wraith Pinned to the Mist by Of Montreal)
P.P.S. I feel like such a nerd posting this. Don't hate me for being corny!
Wings
Reading up on The Golden Ass by Apuleius, I came across this picture of Cupid and Psyche that I really like. Beautiful, yes?
And, it got me thinking. I've always had a strange fascination with wings, or at least tattoos of wings. I never thought I wanted one until now. So I googled "wing tattoo" and found this...
Hah.
OK, now seriously. I've always loved this next one. Where have I seen it before? I should really know this.
Next are some I'd actually consider. Well, kind of. I'm pretty indecisive at this point but the idea is pretty appealing. I wouldn't want anything too big.
Well that's all. I'd probably be too chicken to get a tattoo anyway. Haha, get it...chicken...wings...ok not funny. That "joke" was def not premeditated. I'm going to shut up now.
And, it got me thinking. I've always had a strange fascination with wings, or at least tattoos of wings. I never thought I wanted one until now. So I googled "wing tattoo" and found this...
Hah.
OK, now seriously. I've always loved this next one. Where have I seen it before? I should really know this.
Next are some I'd actually consider. Well, kind of. I'm pretty indecisive at this point but the idea is pretty appealing. I wouldn't want anything too big.
Well that's all. I'd probably be too chicken to get a tattoo anyway. Haha, get it...chicken...wings...ok not funny. That "joke" was def not premeditated. I'm going to shut up now.
Hotcake House Virginity
has been lost. As promised, it was a bit painful- but I have no regrets. My grease-soaked fries really hit the spot. Saddened by the lack of milkshake, Dave and Ray and I decided to run over to Jack in the Crack and get our fix there. Unfortunately, it was closed. Fortunately, we're a bunch of obnoxious, sweet-talking college students who got the drive-through man to make us milkshakes through the drive-through, despite the strict "NO WALK-UP" rule. He even upgraded our drinks to a bigger size. What a wonderful man. I don't know if it was the purity of his heart or desperation caused by absolutely no human contact in the middle of the night that made him do it, but I'm thankful either way.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Phew...
I finally have a place to live next year. In the Birchwoods, right next door to the aPARTYment. Hell yes.
And, I'm much better with Tedros now. I told him that I figured out my housing situation (and told him to visit me every time there's a party in the Birchwoods), and he replied:
Im really glad it all worked out for you, i told you it would. I will come to all the apartyment parties as long as you come round for some BBQs or something.
And, I'm much better with Tedros now. I told him that I figured out my housing situation (and told him to visit me every time there's a party in the Birchwoods), and he replied:
Im really glad it all worked out for you, i told you it would. I will come to all the apartyment parties as long as you come round for some BBQs or something.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Renn Fayre!!!
Yeah, it was pretty much what I expected. Very Reed-esque. Details to come when I actually have time to write.
I HATE FINALS.
Much love,
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I HATE FINALS.
Much love,
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