so... I don't know. life's been busy. eventful some might even say. anyway i've got no computer now, so I'm typing from a treo.
lucky me.
well, I live with yasmine now, an eccentric small lady/girl who recently suffered an injury in the knee area which now forces me to chauffeur.
but I actually don't mind. it's been an even trade, it's nice to have that kind of balance.
anyway we live across the street from occ, literally, and we basically just have parties all the time, and I work.
oh yeah... I work @ barnes n noble, in the cafe. it's nice. i'm glad I work there, but no tips, so i'm thinking of getting a second job for the winter break. I could use the extra cash.
so yeah. that's about all... I hope i'll be able to write more often. dad says my computer will be ready tomorrow... but dad says a lot of things. we'll believe it when we see it father.
right.
well... it's boring. if you think so don't read it, bitch. no one's forcing you.
night.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
just let go.
"there's this little strand of thought that i cannot seem to get out of my head. and i want it out.
like now.
i just dont care anymore or i dont want to care or there's no point and yet, i still do.
and there's no distraction. and there's no other attraction.
and i just rhymed. how perfect.
and when i think there's someone, something, anything to take my mind off this little strand, it somehow is connected to that strand. it's all connected. and if it's not, i'll make a connection, somehow. i'll weave some strands together and make it a big blanket made all from one strand. and it's now a ridiculously long strand and you can never find the end cause every other strand attatches itself to the end.
and i keep pulling and pulling at the strand, and i dont know what to do with all this excess.
so i'm trying to transpose it. to shape the strand into curving letters and punctuations so that there's some kind of meaning behind all that strand. and it just never seems to turn out. the words are always and the meanings get tangled in a web of cliches. and the rhymes are weak and airy.
and there are just never enough words. for the ever lengthening strand. "
and then i wrote this.
and then i was dumb.
so that was my random rant for the day. so... yeah.
so i keep thinking more and more about leaving. and where i'd go, and if i'd want to go so far. and yeah, i do. i just want to get out of here. but the thing is, i dont know how i could do that to my family and friends. everytime i leave something bad happens. i mean, i know it's inevitable, but... i just dont know if they can do it without me.
does that sound coincided?
you know now that i think of it, it might just be that i dont know if i can handle it without them. my dad's always been at least 30 miles within distance of me, and i seem to need him on a daily basis. and my sister, she's always a phone call away, but even not seeing her for this two weeks or however long it's been is just sad. brooklynn is included in that. god knows you cannot talk to her on the phone, she gets distracted.. plus, for some reason i dont have the same influence over the phone as i do in person.
and anyway. again no time for feelings.
it's time for sleep.
i dont want to sit here listening anymore. it's my turn. you listen.
like now.
i just dont care anymore or i dont want to care or there's no point and yet, i still do.
and there's no distraction. and there's no other attraction.
and i just rhymed. how perfect.
and when i think there's someone, something, anything to take my mind off this little strand, it somehow is connected to that strand. it's all connected. and if it's not, i'll make a connection, somehow. i'll weave some strands together and make it a big blanket made all from one strand. and it's now a ridiculously long strand and you can never find the end cause every other strand attatches itself to the end.
and i keep pulling and pulling at the strand, and i dont know what to do with all this excess.
so i'm trying to transpose it. to shape the strand into curving letters and punctuations so that there's some kind of meaning behind all that strand. and it just never seems to turn out. the words are always and the meanings get tangled in a web of cliches. and the rhymes are weak and airy.
and there are just never enough words. for the ever lengthening strand. "
and then i wrote this.
and then i was dumb.
so that was my random rant for the day. so... yeah.
so i keep thinking more and more about leaving. and where i'd go, and if i'd want to go so far. and yeah, i do. i just want to get out of here. but the thing is, i dont know how i could do that to my family and friends. everytime i leave something bad happens. i mean, i know it's inevitable, but... i just dont know if they can do it without me.
does that sound coincided?
you know now that i think of it, it might just be that i dont know if i can handle it without them. my dad's always been at least 30 miles within distance of me, and i seem to need him on a daily basis. and my sister, she's always a phone call away, but even not seeing her for this two weeks or however long it's been is just sad. brooklynn is included in that. god knows you cannot talk to her on the phone, she gets distracted.. plus, for some reason i dont have the same influence over the phone as i do in person.
and anyway. again no time for feelings.
it's time for sleep.
i dont want to sit here listening anymore. it's my turn. you listen.
Monday, October 09, 2006
yawn.
i am sleepy. this has been a LONG freakin weekin (haha, i rhymed).
so, let's uh... let's take a little gander at what happened, k?
i will attempt to be as brief as possible.
thrusday: tigerheat in l.a. with yasmine, tina, randy and my newest gay lover Jeramiah. drinking occured. yasmine danced on those big boxes above the crowd with various gay men and one random girl. looked away from her for what seemed like a second, she disappeared (@ this point she had no ability to control her actions, but i was unaware of the severity of the situation at this time). searched for her for about 10 minutes. found her sitting on another box thing, surrounded by gay men all looking concerned. they asked if i was her friend, told me she fell off the box and someone fell on top of her. she'd hit her head. she didn't recognize me... "i cant find any of my friends..." on her cell, probably trying to call me. thought it might be a good idea to take her to the bathroom. soon discovered she couldn't walk. a guard followed us to the bathroom. send in some woman to come kick her out. i asked them to wait with her outside while i got my friends (i wasn't getting kicked out). took me a while to find tina and the gang. finally found them. some of us left. tina and i took yasmine to del to get her some water and maybe sober her up a bit. she threw up in del... on tina, hehe. more throwing up outside. cops drove by as the puking continued. we drove home, me holding both a puke bag and bobbing head with my injured wrist. yasmine fell asleep with no puke left. tina and i took showers. then sleep.
friday: george's suprise party. basically cheese pizza. a drink that seemed to be the drink of the night, but i dont even want to attempt a spelling (it's pronounced yay-ger? [isn't it just jager?] and some red bull?). then it involved some dancing... LOTS of dancing to music i don't necessarily consider amazing. but anyway, then followed a LOT of crying by tina and candice. candice started it, but then tina continued it. for at least 2 hours.
i didn't notice at first, then i did, and i figured they just needed some time alone, but then i realized they were drunk and probably very confused as to why they couldn't stop crying, soi seculuded them and they stopped within 10 minutes. then candice returned to the party, perfectly fine. then tina started crying some more about other things. then she used the phone a lot. then she stopped crying finally. then she came down also, smiling and happen. then a some other stuff happened that isn't really interesting to me... gay men hooking up, nakedness and whatever, haha. then sleep. then 6 am awakening, driving to l.a.
saturday: sleeping till 12pm once we where back in l.a. tina left. tina came back for lunch. pb and j. and animal crackers for me.tina left. tina came back. jeramiah, tina and i went to find ruele in some area i cant remember. it wasn't open yet. came home. tina left to get jordan. jeramiah and i got pizza and watched a lifetime movie till tina and jordan came back. left the house to go to bang. didn't get in cause jordan was wearing shorts. drove to denny's. didn't eat. dropped off jeramiah at the dorms. jordan, tina and i went to clairmont. slept.
sunday: met a new person named dillon. went to the park. met up with sebastian. went to the taco factory. went to kiwiberry or something (they actually have really good fat-free green tea flavored yogurty stuff that they add fresh fruit to that's really yummy. or mochi... they can add mochi!). then to borders. seb left. we went to jordan's. tina and i left. went to my house to get laundry. went to get boba smoothie. went to a park in irvine to take pictures. took some long exposures at dusk... not sure if that'll work. went to "the departed" with tina's mom. she got me a pretzel and a soda. i love her. it was ok i guess... i guess it was good... some holes in the story but whatever. if you're willing to overlook them i guess i will. went to tina's. did my laundry (she told me to do it there so i didnt have to go to a laundry mat, hehe.) had an uncrustable and chocolate milk. helped tina with her project while watching "shopgirl".
i love jason schwartzmann. and i dont care who knows it. he's adorible.
damn... no feelings tonight. i'm exhausted.
listen to "the same fire" by bishop allen. it's worth it. i promise.
so, let's uh... let's take a little gander at what happened, k?
i will attempt to be as brief as possible.
thrusday: tigerheat in l.a. with yasmine, tina, randy and my newest gay lover Jeramiah. drinking occured. yasmine danced on those big boxes above the crowd with various gay men and one random girl. looked away from her for what seemed like a second, she disappeared (@ this point she had no ability to control her actions, but i was unaware of the severity of the situation at this time). searched for her for about 10 minutes. found her sitting on another box thing, surrounded by gay men all looking concerned. they asked if i was her friend, told me she fell off the box and someone fell on top of her. she'd hit her head. she didn't recognize me... "i cant find any of my friends..." on her cell, probably trying to call me. thought it might be a good idea to take her to the bathroom. soon discovered she couldn't walk. a guard followed us to the bathroom. send in some woman to come kick her out. i asked them to wait with her outside while i got my friends (i wasn't getting kicked out). took me a while to find tina and the gang. finally found them. some of us left. tina and i took yasmine to del to get her some water and maybe sober her up a bit. she threw up in del... on tina, hehe. more throwing up outside. cops drove by as the puking continued. we drove home, me holding both a puke bag and bobbing head with my injured wrist. yasmine fell asleep with no puke left. tina and i took showers. then sleep.
friday: george's suprise party. basically cheese pizza. a drink that seemed to be the drink of the night, but i dont even want to attempt a spelling (it's pronounced yay-ger? [isn't it just jager?] and some red bull?). then it involved some dancing... LOTS of dancing to music i don't necessarily consider amazing. but anyway, then followed a LOT of crying by tina and candice. candice started it, but then tina continued it. for at least 2 hours.
i didn't notice at first, then i did, and i figured they just needed some time alone, but then i realized they were drunk and probably very confused as to why they couldn't stop crying, soi seculuded them and they stopped within 10 minutes. then candice returned to the party, perfectly fine. then tina started crying some more about other things. then she used the phone a lot. then she stopped crying finally. then she came down also, smiling and happen. then a some other stuff happened that isn't really interesting to me... gay men hooking up, nakedness and whatever, haha. then sleep. then 6 am awakening, driving to l.a.
saturday: sleeping till 12pm once we where back in l.a. tina left. tina came back for lunch. pb and j. and animal crackers for me.tina left. tina came back. jeramiah, tina and i went to find ruele in some area i cant remember. it wasn't open yet. came home. tina left to get jordan. jeramiah and i got pizza and watched a lifetime movie till tina and jordan came back. left the house to go to bang. didn't get in cause jordan was wearing shorts. drove to denny's. didn't eat. dropped off jeramiah at the dorms. jordan, tina and i went to clairmont. slept.
sunday: met a new person named dillon. went to the park. met up with sebastian. went to the taco factory. went to kiwiberry or something (they actually have really good fat-free green tea flavored yogurty stuff that they add fresh fruit to that's really yummy. or mochi... they can add mochi!). then to borders. seb left. we went to jordan's. tina and i left. went to my house to get laundry. went to get boba smoothie. went to a park in irvine to take pictures. took some long exposures at dusk... not sure if that'll work. went to "the departed" with tina's mom. she got me a pretzel and a soda. i love her. it was ok i guess... i guess it was good... some holes in the story but whatever. if you're willing to overlook them i guess i will. went to tina's. did my laundry (she told me to do it there so i didnt have to go to a laundry mat, hehe.) had an uncrustable and chocolate milk. helped tina with her project while watching "shopgirl".
i love jason schwartzmann. and i dont care who knows it. he's adorible.
damn... no feelings tonight. i'm exhausted.
listen to "the same fire" by bishop allen. it's worth it. i promise.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
a different perspective
you know that everyone thinks they're different. everyone. everyone thinks they're special or they're some how completely unique than anyone else in the world. and they are, but not in the way they're thinking, you know? i honestly believe that everyone has a special task or assignment if you will, that they are meant to complete, that will create a huge but discrete change in the world. i truly believe this. no one knows, but the smallest thing you do could effect so many.
that's why i try not to litter, or treat people badly, or say anything that would be offensive, or be biast, or prejudice.
anyway!! i miss writing funny things. @ least i think they're pretty hilarious. but that's just me, i just love to crack me up, haha :)
this one's going to be a long one. i feel i've got a lot to say. the past couple of days have pretty much been suck-a-licous. no joke. pretty bad. i mean i love hanging out with yasmine, but i just feel like we're both oh so bored, and we have no outlet. and no one ever wants to do anything so we're forced to entertain ourselves. gah.
also, i haven't touched my keyboard(literally) in probably about 4 days. dont tell my dad. i just am bored with myself and my songs. i told myself that i cant write a new song till i finish those two i started, but i'm so ridiculously picky with my lyrics. if they're dumb or cliche, i just cannot leave them. i write music to express myself and i'd like to think i can do so with more of the symbolism and general emphasis than just, "i've been so sad, oh things are bad..." etc. haha.
yeah i'd never write lyrics like that. most my lyrics are about love. for everyone, mostly family, personal trials and tribulations. but i feel like they're all coming out the same. just the lyrics, not the songs. so now every time i hear a song i study it. all songs. good and bad. i see what i dont like about the bad ones, and how they differ both lyrically and structurally from songs i like.
then i begin to think i'm really thinking way way way too much. and i just want to write. i know it's in me, so why cant i just let it out?
i guess it'd help if my throat wasn't still so sore. and i cant help singing. i'll try going a couple of days without it, see if i can heal up. it wont happen, i already know that. i have to sing. it's no longer a personal choice.
it's my... lover. : )
that's why i try not to litter, or treat people badly, or say anything that would be offensive, or be biast, or prejudice.
anyway!! i miss writing funny things. @ least i think they're pretty hilarious. but that's just me, i just love to crack me up, haha :)
this one's going to be a long one. i feel i've got a lot to say. the past couple of days have pretty much been suck-a-licous. no joke. pretty bad. i mean i love hanging out with yasmine, but i just feel like we're both oh so bored, and we have no outlet. and no one ever wants to do anything so we're forced to entertain ourselves. gah.
also, i haven't touched my keyboard(literally) in probably about 4 days. dont tell my dad. i just am bored with myself and my songs. i told myself that i cant write a new song till i finish those two i started, but i'm so ridiculously picky with my lyrics. if they're dumb or cliche, i just cannot leave them. i write music to express myself and i'd like to think i can do so with more of the symbolism and general emphasis than just, "i've been so sad, oh things are bad..." etc. haha.
yeah i'd never write lyrics like that. most my lyrics are about love. for everyone, mostly family, personal trials and tribulations. but i feel like they're all coming out the same. just the lyrics, not the songs. so now every time i hear a song i study it. all songs. good and bad. i see what i dont like about the bad ones, and how they differ both lyrically and structurally from songs i like.
then i begin to think i'm really thinking way way way too much. and i just want to write. i know it's in me, so why cant i just let it out?
i guess it'd help if my throat wasn't still so sore. and i cant help singing. i'll try going a couple of days without it, see if i can heal up. it wont happen, i already know that. i have to sing. it's no longer a personal choice.
it's my... lover. : )
Monday, October 02, 2006
science of sleep
the science of sleep is an amazing movie.
please. it's so.
i love it.
i cant... i just. it's so good.
it makes me want to love everyone. even the mean ones.
so speaking of dreams (sorta), i had the cutest dream last night. it was so cute. it was pretty boring though. my friends(and the cutest couple ever) ryan and vanessa, were squirting me with this... white stuff? i cant remember what it was, i think it was cleaner or bleach or something but anyway i got mad at them cause i was wearing a really cute new outfit i just got.
but even though i was annoyed, i kept laughing cause i love them. then i started walking away and they kept doing it and i kept laughing. and i kept waking up cause i was actually laughing out loud i guess? and eventually they tackled me and i fell over and kept laughing. i woke up laughing, rolled over and like... sighed cause it was so funny. i love love love dreams like that. i love them. love.
so this weekend was not so boring as i expected it to be, seeing as how every night has been fucked up.
thursday we went to ruba as usual, but it wasn't so fun, so we went home, sadly.
friday morning tina called and told me she was picking me up to go to la. i told her i didnt have a ride down from orange county and to call ryan. so i laid back down to go to sleep (shhh... dont tell her!) when ryan, called me!
ironic! so yeah.
then we picked up vanessa, and headed up. we went to tina's apartment. george was there. apparently he had gotten busy the night before with a stranger and was just now waking up at 3pm. i finally met her roommate and we kind of fell asleep at her house. then ryan came over. then candice.
then we went to in-n-out for like, an hour and a half. had a delish grilled cheese. hmmm.
tina dropped ness, ryan and i off at ryan's. we watched rushmore. amazing. gosh. really.
then josh and brett came over. we fell asleep to punch drunk love, which i can NEVER watch cause i always fall asleep!
when we woke up ryan and joe (ryan's roommate) made us mickey mouse waffles! then brett gave ryan, josh and i all massages in his new massage chair thing... which wobbles and he does a repetitive movement but is still really nice.
then we went on a BUS ADVENTURE!!! it was SO fun. honestly. try it sometime. what you do is, you pick a destination(which for us was downtown), and you get on the bus, pay 3 bucks for an all day pass, and see if you can get there! haha! ryan lead us to crazy places. we took the bus, then the subway!!!! stopped at a weird park with with a beautiful fountain and hobos. then took the subway again to some other area.
it was seriously amazing. i loved it.
i cannot wait to go back.
then today, my dad was supposed to call me, but he didnt. cause he's flaky. :(
so yasmine and i decided to work on our alter for the day of the dead which is extra credit in our women in art class.
we picked frida kahlo. i'm excited. we did paper mache. it was hard. it's still not dry.
tomorrow, i will attempt to find a job i can stand, then i'm off to the saosin/mikoto show!!!! YAY!
love em'.
love you.
love.
please. it's so.
i love it.
i cant... i just. it's so good.
it makes me want to love everyone. even the mean ones.
so speaking of dreams (sorta), i had the cutest dream last night. it was so cute. it was pretty boring though. my friends(and the cutest couple ever) ryan and vanessa, were squirting me with this... white stuff? i cant remember what it was, i think it was cleaner or bleach or something but anyway i got mad at them cause i was wearing a really cute new outfit i just got.
but even though i was annoyed, i kept laughing cause i love them. then i started walking away and they kept doing it and i kept laughing. and i kept waking up cause i was actually laughing out loud i guess? and eventually they tackled me and i fell over and kept laughing. i woke up laughing, rolled over and like... sighed cause it was so funny. i love love love dreams like that. i love them. love.
so this weekend was not so boring as i expected it to be, seeing as how every night has been fucked up.
thursday we went to ruba as usual, but it wasn't so fun, so we went home, sadly.
friday morning tina called and told me she was picking me up to go to la. i told her i didnt have a ride down from orange county and to call ryan. so i laid back down to go to sleep (shhh... dont tell her!) when ryan, called me!
ironic! so yeah.
then we picked up vanessa, and headed up. we went to tina's apartment. george was there. apparently he had gotten busy the night before with a stranger and was just now waking up at 3pm. i finally met her roommate and we kind of fell asleep at her house. then ryan came over. then candice.
then we went to in-n-out for like, an hour and a half. had a delish grilled cheese. hmmm.
tina dropped ness, ryan and i off at ryan's. we watched rushmore. amazing. gosh. really.
then josh and brett came over. we fell asleep to punch drunk love, which i can NEVER watch cause i always fall asleep!
when we woke up ryan and joe (ryan's roommate) made us mickey mouse waffles! then brett gave ryan, josh and i all massages in his new massage chair thing... which wobbles and he does a repetitive movement but is still really nice.
then we went on a BUS ADVENTURE!!! it was SO fun. honestly. try it sometime. what you do is, you pick a destination(which for us was downtown), and you get on the bus, pay 3 bucks for an all day pass, and see if you can get there! haha! ryan lead us to crazy places. we took the bus, then the subway!!!! stopped at a weird park with with a beautiful fountain and hobos. then took the subway again to some other area.
it was seriously amazing. i loved it.
i cannot wait to go back.
then today, my dad was supposed to call me, but he didnt. cause he's flaky. :(
so yasmine and i decided to work on our alter for the day of the dead which is extra credit in our women in art class.
we picked frida kahlo. i'm excited. we did paper mache. it was hard. it's still not dry.
tomorrow, i will attempt to find a job i can stand, then i'm off to the saosin/mikoto show!!!! YAY!
love em'.
love you.
love.
Monday, September 25, 2006
no answering the phone
i've never really been partial to phones, anyone that's known me for a week knows that. cause i just... dont like them. i dont like talking on the telephone. i like person to person talking. it's just... i can charm people with my witty remarks better if they can see my silly faces.
so, again, i'm broken. wrist kills, and yet, it doesn't stop me from typing and playing the keyboard. what's wrong with me. i hate myself. i must.
i stayed up till 4am last.... this morning. and woke up at 10. i turned off my alarm then closed my eyes, to just take a "rest" and ended up sleeping till 10:44am, and had to dress and pick up yasmine before dashing to class... i like that, dashing to class. it's feels nice on the tongue.
say it.
i control you.
so pb and j used to be my favorite thing in the world. now it kinda makes me sick to my stomach.
maybe it's just the vanilla soy milk...
no. it's the sandwich.
also, the peanut butter sat in my car for like a month while i was in spain and on tour. is that gross? it was closed obviously.
omg! when i came back from touring, my car had a like an intricate spider's web inside. i looked for the spider, but it seemed to not exist.
good thing i've got my trust volvo now :) i love that thing. and the stereo is insanely loud for a little ole volvo.
gosh. it makes me happy.
so does dignan . they're really good.
as well as midnight juggernauts, i wanted to keep them to myself, but since barely anyone will read this i guess it's ok to share right? i like their raised by wolves song. it's nice. makes me happy inside as well.
i've decided i'm very lucky. no matter what happens in my life. I've so privileged. i've finally escaped the country last summer, as well as been to hawaii finally, gone on tour, made a documentary (which i should eventually work on finishing). i've met so many amazing people.
and i'm thinking about going to this school in london. it's far. i know. but i want to go.
either there or new york.
ok. that's all.
also i'm still not doin too well on the lyric thing. not sure what's wrong with me. i think i'm trying too hard. for once, haha. it used to be soooo easy.
darn.
so, again, i'm broken. wrist kills, and yet, it doesn't stop me from typing and playing the keyboard. what's wrong with me. i hate myself. i must.
i stayed up till 4am last.... this morning. and woke up at 10. i turned off my alarm then closed my eyes, to just take a "rest" and ended up sleeping till 10:44am, and had to dress and pick up yasmine before dashing to class... i like that, dashing to class. it's feels nice on the tongue.
say it.
i control you.
so pb and j used to be my favorite thing in the world. now it kinda makes me sick to my stomach.
maybe it's just the vanilla soy milk...
no. it's the sandwich.
also, the peanut butter sat in my car for like a month while i was in spain and on tour. is that gross? it was closed obviously.
omg! when i came back from touring, my car had a like an intricate spider's web inside. i looked for the spider, but it seemed to not exist.
good thing i've got my trust volvo now :) i love that thing. and the stereo is insanely loud for a little ole volvo.
gosh. it makes me happy.
so does dignan . they're really good.
as well as midnight juggernauts, i wanted to keep them to myself, but since barely anyone will read this i guess it's ok to share right? i like their raised by wolves song. it's nice. makes me happy inside as well.
i've decided i'm very lucky. no matter what happens in my life. I've so privileged. i've finally escaped the country last summer, as well as been to hawaii finally, gone on tour, made a documentary (which i should eventually work on finishing). i've met so many amazing people.
and i'm thinking about going to this school in london. it's far. i know. but i want to go.
either there or new york.
ok. that's all.
also i'm still not doin too well on the lyric thing. not sure what's wrong with me. i think i'm trying too hard. for once, haha. it used to be soooo easy.
darn.
dood, eww....
i really did write something and now it's completely gone.
So this week itself wasn't extremely eventful. I had classes. missed my internship on tuesday. wednesday night i went to the worst club ever with Yasmine and Ashley but we still had an AWESOME time. really amazing. thursday... boring, cant really remember it. friday, yasmines party, left early and went ice blocking with tina, vanessa, jordan, ryan and josh. then we went to harbor house which we decided we can NEVER go to again. that lady, grace, is a BITCH. no lie to you, sir, no lie. saturday, probably the worst day of the week/month (really quite depressing), and today i fiiiiiiinally got to do my laundry! yaya!! my brother and dad came to visit, ryan took my chair away so now i have to use my laptop actually on my lap which will burn me in the legs. :(
i am BROKEN this week! i've hit my ankle my metal frame 4 times... HARD trying to get to my keyboard. omg... it really hurts to walk. then i some how really really hurt my wrist. i wanna look up carpal tunnel. cause i do work with my computer and the computers at fearless pretty much all day. plus the piano/keyboard... then there are cuts all over my legs... i wont even mention what those are from. and i have puffy tonsils and a soar throat so i haven't been able to write GOOD lyrics for that dumb song i keep changing over and over again.
sooooo yeah. gosh i'm boring. sorry. whatever, you're the one bored enough to read this. :) just kidding. i appreciate your interest/boredrum/stalkerness. i appreciate you.
goodnight and good day.
i really did write something and now it's completely gone.
So this week itself wasn't extremely eventful. I had classes. missed my internship on tuesday. wednesday night i went to the worst club ever with Yasmine and Ashley but we still had an AWESOME time. really amazing. thursday... boring, cant really remember it. friday, yasmines party, left early and went ice blocking with tina, vanessa, jordan, ryan and josh. then we went to harbor house which we decided we can NEVER go to again. that lady, grace, is a BITCH. no lie to you, sir, no lie. saturday, probably the worst day of the week/month (really quite depressing), and today i fiiiiiiinally got to do my laundry! yaya!! my brother and dad came to visit, ryan took my chair away so now i have to use my laptop actually on my lap which will burn me in the legs. :(
i am BROKEN this week! i've hit my ankle my metal frame 4 times... HARD trying to get to my keyboard. omg... it really hurts to walk. then i some how really really hurt my wrist. i wanna look up carpal tunnel. cause i do work with my computer and the computers at fearless pretty much all day. plus the piano/keyboard... then there are cuts all over my legs... i wont even mention what those are from. and i have puffy tonsils and a soar throat so i haven't been able to write GOOD lyrics for that dumb song i keep changing over and over again.
sooooo yeah. gosh i'm boring. sorry. whatever, you're the one bored enough to read this. :) just kidding. i appreciate your interest/boredrum/stalkerness. i appreciate you.
goodnight and good day.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
welcome
so... i'm pretty sure it's horrible that it feels like
that's fine though, i'm good with that.
at least if you're ok with that. :)
anyway, this is new.
it's weird, I actually stumbled across a few blogs the other day just by searching random things, and they where both so interesting I decided I'd like to start my own. Well, to say I don't already have one, is lying. I do have one, but it's boring, nothing of importance...
and it's barely comprehensible.
SO, yeah. anyway. this is the new one, open to the public and what not.
I've been looking for a job recently, and I'm almost 73% positive I would love to work @ this place called The Gypsy Den, but the weird things is, every time I tell someone that, they say, "oh i could definitely see you working there." i'm not sure if it's meant to be a compliment or some kind of reassurance, but I am actually disappointed to heard it. I'd rather be unpredictable, or doubted...
does that even make sense? no, right?
I like to be given a challenge. People say i cant do something, and they are obviously dumb, so i do it, and i succeed. so HA!
yeah anyway, this is getting a little long... and i feel sick. i'm beginning to think this whole, vegetarian + anemia= very bad for me :) but i'm just over meat.
i'm done. i'm good thanks. no meat for me.
yyyyyeeeeeaaaaaah. ok. hahah.
i'm going to try to FINISH a song tonight/morning. k?
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