Justice of the Universe

I haven't been writing when I've wanted to because now that I know others can read this, I've had the idea that I have to write something for others to read.
But this isn't about you, for once, you asshole. This is about me.
And it doesn't benefit me to keep a blog for the sole purpose of entertaining others.

So I'm just going to write as I have before... before I went public.
Candid, organic and most probably boring to everyone except myself.
But again, this is about me, so it doesn't matter if others are entertained.

I was thinking today about how some things never go the way you plan them... I mean not exactly.
I used to get really annoyed by that concept, it used to make me so frustrated. Like, why the FUCK did I specifically plan this shit out moment by moment, if you (speaking to the universe now) are going to go and fuck EVERYTHING up?!
That's how I feel now. This Wednesday my roommate, my friend and I had a big road trip planned to SF. We were going to pop on over to Big Sur, make our way to Santa Cruz, hang at the Mystery Spot for a minute and MOST IMPORTANTLY visit my sister,. It's all gone to shit now. Everything saved and planned was in vain (why do people use that phrase? shouldn't the response to that be: it was always in vain to begin with?). There's no point in even talking about it anymore, I should just pretend it was never planned because it's not happening.
However, I now have 5 4 days off from work with nothing planned and the same fervor I've had to leave this godforsaken hell of a town for just a brief moment of time.
Another thing I learned from this happening so much in my life is exactly this; when one door closes, another door opens. Everything evens itself out. That's how the world works. If you want to look at a plan taking a turn as a negative thing, that's exactly what it will be, negative. Which is how I was looking at it but I'm making up my mind to be excited about what else this could mean. I have no idea what new opportunities will be laid in my path now and THAT, my friends, is exciting.
I still need to get the fuck out of this place in the near future for my own sanity* at some point. It's not a joke, this place is a whirling pool of doom and destruction. But if you go up for some fresh air and sunlight, you can live survive under the thick cloak of  Chanel perfume and weed haze that covers OC, for a while longer. So that's what I'll do.

I'm working 10 11 days in a row this... I don't even know what to call it, it's just going to be 11 days straight. I'm at day 9 tomorrow. Now that's an accomplishment. Not that I didn't do that while I was in San Diego, but this is so much more than that, I love it. I love growing up, I love becoming more responsible and getting more wisdom as each day passes. I always knew I would love to grow up.
I don't love to work 11 days in a row, but it means I'll have money for rent, bills, gas, food, and maybe this month I'll even buy myself something new... like from a regular store. Like, you know, not from Goodwill or Salvation or even Crossroads. Maybe I'll stroll right into Banana Republic and buy myself some new pants.
I mean... the only thing I can justify buying new right now is work pants AND festival tickets (HEY, so sue me! I'm a musician!)... but ya know what!? Fuck it! Caution to the wind! Maybe I'll even get a new work shirt too! hahahaha. I love that my life is all about working right now. Cause that means as soon as Takuji gets back, I can allow myself to be fully submersed in music and we can get this album out of our souls and into others, because I'll have money saved up and I wont be living on free leftover food from Mothers. Yayy!


Alright well. If you made it through...... I have nothing for you.

*many OC'ers don't understand this concept 'the bubble' is not a myth people!!

What Dreams May Come

Last night a had a really weird dream and I actually feel as though dreams can be really helpful for waking life, so I tried to remember as much of it as possible so I could write it down.

My dreams usually play out like a movie. Scene set in some place I've never been, some city I've probably seen in a movie. For some reason, this dream revolved around me trying to save my ex from a cult.

So it's starts like this: My ex-boyfriends mom comes to me and says her son is in town and he's joined some shady group of people. Just as she says that, there's the shady group of people walking by on the opposite side of the street. How convenient, right?

So, these people, they look pretty normal. Kinda hipster-ish, maybe lacking in color a bit. So, they don't really look that shady to me, but whatever, she's a Christian, and by my experience all Christians seem to think if you're not a Christian by choice, you're probably shady. So that's what I'm thinking in the dream.

She tells me they've brainwashed her son and that I'm the only one who can help him.

So I go, to the rescue of my ex, into the building where I the shady, non-Christian hipsters go. I pretend to the leader to be interested in joining, even though I have no idea what it is I would be joining. He let's me sit around while they conducted business, though I'm not really sure what "business" was. All I know is I heard the words "Devil" and "Worship" and that's when I knew this was more than just some confused group of hipster-fucks sitting in the dark. Suddenly I was aware of an abscess amount of candles on the table and the eerie red spray painted symbols on the walls. The table the boss was sitting at had some kind of throne... I dunno it was a fucking dream, everything was a blur.

So I guess a few days has gone by and I'm not talking to my ex because I don't want him to think I'm actually there to save him, I'm just... you know, trying new things.

Then one night, we move out to the balcony and by this point the dream has completely cut my ex out of the subject of focus and he's just a background character. I'm pretty stoked about this in my dream too because I'm really getting into the role of "pretend devil-worshiper rescue girl" only without someone I have to rescue, cause then it's less pressure. Not to mention in the dream he seems to not really be into the cult at all, he barely talks and he's just kind of a background person in the whole situation.

So I'm sitting on this balcony like I said, with the leader of the group and some other minions of his, and we're just talking and what not. Then, out of no where, a body wrapped in a white cloth is dangling above us, the feet of the body are at the same position as out heads, just a little above. We all look up, the leader is kind of nonchalant as he talks to some people in the balcony above. Tells them to "take him down, get him out of the way."  As soon as I find out who it is I start crying hysterically and no one seems to care or notice that I'm crying. The whole I'm I'm thinking 'I can't believe I let this happen.' My ex killed himself. And no one seems to care but me.

For some reason, this is the point at which I wake up. I tried to fall back asleep, to think of something better to wake up to, but every time I closed my eyes I'd think of the body hanging above. About him as a dead person. Quite depressing really. Anyway whenever I have dreams like that, I like to look them up, find out what the FUCK that was about.

So here's what I looked up, according to Dream Dictionary:

• Hanging - To watch a hanging in your dream, represents feelings of insecurity. The hanging may symbolize aspects of yourself that you want to eliminate.
• Devil - The devil represents intelligence, cunningness, deception, and cleverness.
• Cult - To see a cult in your dream, indicates that you are lacking any spiritual freedom. 
• Cry - To dream that you are crying, signifies a release of negative emotions that is more likely caused by some waking situation rather than the events of the dream itself. Your dream is a way to regain some emotional balance and to safely let out your fears and frustrations. In your daily lives, you tend to ignore, deny, or repress your feelings. But in your dream state, your defense mechanisms are no longer on guard and thus allow for the release of those feelings that you have repressed during the day.  
• Cry (Part 2) -To dream that no one hears or responds to your cries, represents your helplessness, difficulties and frustrations in trying to communicate with others. You feel that your words are falling on deaf ears. Perhaps your dream is telling you to be more vocal and work harder to get your point across.

 So yah... I dunno that was a weird dream. It makes sense though... everything.

Sip Sip from the Cup of Life

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking with that title. Just came to mind randomly.

So life has changed a bit again. But that's not really important. Life is a constant changing. That's what makes it so lovely, so unpredictable.
Well I will say, I've moved into my dream home with my bandmates Takuji and Hoshiki, who also happen to be two of my best friends. We also have a resident bandmate Paul who may as well live here, he's also one of my best friends.
Here we spend nights with our beat-educed strobe light creating shapes across our living room walls as we jam out random songs about everyday life. Our little haven. The living room is the best place to be, drumset in the middle of the room, guitars and amps line the walls, we used to have a PA, but as far as noise goes, it's probably best we don't for now (we can get a little crazy).
Life is amazing. Before Takuji planned his trip for Japan, new Cosmodelion had finished writing 5-6 solid good songs together with me as the singer. This month, as Takuji is gone, Timothy "Human" Anderson will be occupying the otherwise empty room. It's been a nice addition having Human around. He is a photographer like I used to call myself so it motivates me to bring out my old clunker occasionally to snap a photo here or there.
Cosmodelion is the best band I've ever been in. I mean these guys are serious about music and serious about experiencing life. It's the perfect combination for success and for me. These guys are exactly what I needed.
Serious musicians. It's like, a dream come true!
This house in general is a dream come true.
Just try to imagine: Living with your bandmates so even if you get home at 11pm you can STILL have a midnight jam sesh, the music you make is ACTUALLY GOOD, the people you make it with don't have an ego so there's always room for improvement. Everyday is one step closer to where you want to be.
But isn't that the point? The journey?

I can't believe my luck. After everything you go through, you never really know if it is worth it.
But even if this is the end, this is worth it.
I am SO happy.
I'm working two jobs, 6 days a week and my car just got towed but I don't remember a time I've been more pleased with my life. This is my yellow brick road. I found it.

Finnnaallllyyyyyyyyyy.
ohmigod cannnntwaiittttttt.