Today I got some of those hemp rainbows. The lighter colored ones. I'm feeling pretty anxious about it now, because I am pretty sure they won't match as many things--ok lets be honest, my entire wardrobe--and I don't know if I can handle that. I think I might exchange them. It's just that the new light brown ones are so ugly and tight, it seems like they will never become beautiful and oily and molded to my feet. I just have to have faith.
I also got Letters to a Young Poet by Rilke and so far it's pretty much the most amazing thing I have ever read. How can one person be so wise?
I have been reading a lot of beginnings of books lately. Usually this bothers me but for some reason not so much now.
I stopped taking Viccodin and my mouth hurts. But I don't care much cause at least I don't feel all tired and dizzy and nauseous. Plus I have this cool thing to squirt water into the holes where my teeth were. It's very satisfying.
Today at church it smeeled like marijuana.
I was just listening to a song called "Oh Mandy." It was really good! The chorus goes like this: Oh mandy, oh mandy, oh mandy, oh mandy...
Montag, Juli 30
Donnerstag, Juli 26
Vicodin makes me tiiiiired.
But guess what. I got into my number one choice for housing next year! wooooo! That means no paying for the underground every day, and no dining plan I will never use!
See, strand campus is where my classes will be, and stamford street apartments is where I will live. Just a short walk across the Thames and I'mm there! Holla.
But guess what. I got into my number one choice for housing next year! wooooo! That means no paying for the underground every day, and no dining plan I will never use!
See, strand campus is where my classes will be, and stamford street apartments is where I will live. Just a short walk across the Thames and I'mm there! Holla.
Dienstag, Juli 24
So, getting your wisdom teeth out is weird. They didn't sedate me totally, so I was still able to hear voices and feel them doing stuff to my mouth. Basically it was like they put in my IV, I was awake and talking, the doctor started putting shots of novacaine in my gums, I said something like "that hurts," the intern kid from notre dame asked me which college I was in at UCSD, I told him, he told me he had applied to warren, and then there was a lot of talking, and what seemed like one minute later, I was awake and the intern kid was telling me to stand up and I picked up the conversation right where we left off, telling him that he should come to sungod some time cause it's really fun. Only this time I had tons of gauze stuffed in my mouth and i couldnt feel my tongue or lips. I had asked them to save my teeth for me, so someone came in and said that they were "marinating," at which I laughed and said "what, are we gonna eat them or something?" Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. When I got in the car they said I was bleeding, so I checked it out in the mirror and saw that my front teeth and lips were all bloody. I thought that was pretty tight. Later, while waiting for my mom to pick up my free smoothie i thought it might be cool to write a story where someone has just gotten their wisdom teeth out and then something crazy happens, so that they have to fend off a thief and terrorist attack while blood is dripping from their mouth and they are still halfway sedated. One half of my bottom lip is still numb and I find that to be incredibly annoying. Also annoying is that they forgot to give me my teeth before I left! Ugh. They'd better save them for when I go back next week.
Deng Homie.
The flava flav party was not quite as exciting as I had hoped. I already knew that I was a pop culture ignoramus, but now I know even more, because apparently I was surrounded by celebrities that I didn't even recognize. I did however see Ron Jeremy, New York, and some little boys wearing clocks who were probably a couple of his many children. Cute.
Tomorrow I am getting my wisdom teeth out! I am kind of scared about it. At least I can eat lots of ice cream, yeah?
Oh yeah, and I spent the night at Sarah's last night and hung out with her today, which was tight. Sarah, you are tight. Your blog is my favorite piece of literature. You probably shouldn't write in it too much, it might ruin the magic.
Also, Harry Potter. I don't want to spoil anything for anyone, so that's all I will say. Harry Potter.
Peace.
Tomorrow I am getting my wisdom teeth out! I am kind of scared about it. At least I can eat lots of ice cream, yeah?
Oh yeah, and I spent the night at Sarah's last night and hung out with her today, which was tight. Sarah, you are tight. Your blog is my favorite piece of literature. You probably shouldn't write in it too much, it might ruin the magic.
Also, Harry Potter. I don't want to spoil anything for anyone, so that's all I will say. Harry Potter.
Peace.
Freitag, Juli 20
Peeves
You know what's annoying? When poeple talk about Amsterdam too much. Like you say you're going to Europe and they're all heyyyy gonna hit up Amsterdam? heheeh. Oh man, drugs. As if you couldn't buy all the same stuff in Fontana if you wanted to. What is even more annoying is when during the conversation you become pretty sure that they think Amsterdam is a country.
Incidentally, I hate it when people don't know anything at all about the Inland Empire, and think that it's gonna take you three hours to drive to Hollywood. Or when you say you're from Fontana and they think you said Montana. Or when they picture Fontana in their mind and it looks very similar to Montana. Or when you find yourself wishing you actually were from Montana, because that would make for much easier small talk.
Oh yeah, it is also annoying when people talk about the Autobahn too much, like there's just this one really fast road. Autobahn just means freeway, and there are multiple freeways in germany, and freewyas have traffic, despite their speed limit or lack thereof.
Incidentally, I hate it when people don't know anything at all about the Inland Empire, and think that it's gonna take you three hours to drive to Hollywood. Or when you say you're from Fontana and they think you said Montana. Or when they picture Fontana in their mind and it looks very similar to Montana. Or when you find yourself wishing you actually were from Montana, because that would make for much easier small talk.
Oh yeah, it is also annoying when people talk about the Autobahn too much, like there's just this one really fast road. Autobahn just means freeway, and there are multiple freeways in germany, and freewyas have traffic, despite their speed limit or lack thereof.
Try again
My sister is home from Europe and she came bearing swiss chocolate, original paintings by starving artists in paris, and clothing and accessories from the latin quarter. Oh, for traveling. I can't wait for my turn. Seriously, the taste of this chocolate is different from all others.
San Diego was fun times. I did everything I wanted to do while there, and more. It's so nice to be near the ocean in the summer. Just something about the feeling of the air, or the lighting maybe. There was one bad part towards the end that involved three hours of waiting and a slight sunburn, but even that could have been much worse.
Right now is a little bit stressful because there are maids and furniture moving guys in the house and I am the only one home! Well, and trudy, but she is being surprisingly well-behaved for once. Being an adult is not that fun! I think I am going to try and avoid it as much as possible.
Got my student visa in the mail, and it looks very official and snazzy in my passport. Now I am pretty much just waiting to hear where I will live. It will be nice, I think, to know.
And yes, I did indeed delete my last blog because I felt dumb about thinking Harry Potter was yesterday! What can I say, I live in a bubble. I didn't even find out until 10 PM that I had to wait another 26 hours! You can imagine my agony. I hope hope hope this book will not disappoint. I don't know if the world can handle it.
San Diego was fun times. I did everything I wanted to do while there, and more. It's so nice to be near the ocean in the summer. Just something about the feeling of the air, or the lighting maybe. There was one bad part towards the end that involved three hours of waiting and a slight sunburn, but even that could have been much worse.
Right now is a little bit stressful because there are maids and furniture moving guys in the house and I am the only one home! Well, and trudy, but she is being surprisingly well-behaved for once. Being an adult is not that fun! I think I am going to try and avoid it as much as possible.
Got my student visa in the mail, and it looks very official and snazzy in my passport. Now I am pretty much just waiting to hear where I will live. It will be nice, I think, to know.
And yes, I did indeed delete my last blog because I felt dumb about thinking Harry Potter was yesterday! What can I say, I live in a bubble. I didn't even find out until 10 PM that I had to wait another 26 hours! You can imagine my agony. I hope hope hope this book will not disappoint. I don't know if the world can handle it.
Samstag, Juli 14
So, I started a new notebook and it is medium-sized. My little moleskine is still in use but since it's so small, I feel like I have to be careful about what I write in it. Medium to large notebooks, I find, are much more conducive to complete nonsense. I offer the following statistics as proof: since last night I have filled up 11 pages in this red steno book, while after a few months i have only filled up 32 pages of the small one. and those are small pages! See, this blog entry? This is the kind of thing I have been writing in my new notebook. Useless crap. Not that I don't love my useless crap. I do.
Freitag, Juli 13
Free music is awesome.
Don't you agreee? That's why you should probably go here and go get this free radiohead cover album! I am currently listening to the My Brightest Diamond's version of Lucky and it's pretty sweet. So at least get that song. OK.
Donnerstag, Juli 12
Harry Potter (movie)
I thought it was pretty corny, and also somehow slow and rushed at the same time, and also not nearly dark enough. But, as Josh said, it could have been a lot worse (think: first and second movies).
Sometimes I wish I were a screenwriter just so I could write some convincing dialogue for these poor kids. I understand the whole time constraint thing but my goodness. Or maybe they just can't act. On second thought I think this is probably the case.
Watching the movie did, however, get me super pumped for the final book. I am legitimately concerned about how this all will play out. When the world is sick, can't no one be well?
Sometimes I wish I were a screenwriter just so I could write some convincing dialogue for these poor kids. I understand the whole time constraint thing but my goodness. Or maybe they just can't act. On second thought I think this is probably the case.
Watching the movie did, however, get me super pumped for the final book. I am legitimately concerned about how this all will play out. When the world is sick, can't no one be well?
Mittwoch, Juli 11
Also.
Last night on Conan I saw a black bear cub (it was actually brown) and a two-headed mini turtle.
Dienstag, Juli 10
The Entertainment Capital of the World!
If I were an artist, I think my life's goal would be to get to paint a mural on the 101. Man, that would rock! And it would be pretty easy to show up the other ones, cause man, some of them suck ass. Like, you know the one with all the children of various races running and playing? What's up with the very last kid? I think he's supposed to be either white or hispanic, or maybe italian. Whatever. He's got the ugliest expression of all time on his deformed little face. He's like the token retarded kid of this mixed-race neighborhood. He also looks a lot younger than the rest, which indicates, to me anyway, that he's either got the downs or is just a runt. My point being, whichever race is supposed to be represented by that kid should be pissed, cause he looks like crap.
As much as I enjoy that one, however, I must say that my favorite mural is the one with the cop pointing out at you saying "BUCKLE UP." I think maybe like a mile further down they should write "...or else." Maybe some highway accident statistics to brighten your morning? Or oh, I know, a picture of a head cracked open on the asphalt with brains spilled everywhere. It would have to be very photorealistic, though, to be effective.
Does it seem like I have been spending way too much time on the 101 for someone who lives in Fontana? Well, it's true, I have. However, I must say that out of these four incredibly long work days, the hour drive each way has been by far the best part. I still get kind of excited each time I drive past downtown, and even more so when I see the hollywood sign up in the hills, the capitol records building, and exits for all the famous streets. And the murals.
Here is an example of the kind of incredibly stimulating social interaction I have been exposed to in the last three days:
Woman holds up beach towel. "How much?"
"That one's ten. It's on sale. Normally it would be twenty. The sponge bob ones are ten and the rest are twenty."
"Um. No English."
"Oh. Sponge Bob, Ten (points). All the rest, twenty (points)."
"Oh." Puts down towel and walks away.
Either that or:
"Where is Jurassic Park?"
"Jurassic Park? You know, I'm not sure. I'm actually a temporary worker, so I don't really know my way around. Sorry."
"Oh. Ok."
or just:
"One coke? Three dollars... And 17 dollars is your change, thank you."
Yeah, you heard me. Threeeee dollars. You don't even wanna know about the beers.
In conclusion, I would like to note that an hour spent driving toward your home passes about ten million times faster than an hour spent standing on sore feet next to a kiosk filled with 20 dollar flip flops which nobody is buying in the cold alone listening to a live band which is stationed about 10 feet away from your ear play the same songs every thirty minutes and they are as follows: I'm a Believer, All Star, Hey Ya, Born to be Wild, If the Swamp is a rockin don't come a knockin. All of which songs are owned, apparently, by Universal, and have had their lyrics changed to have more to do with Shrek. Oh my God.
As much as I enjoy that one, however, I must say that my favorite mural is the one with the cop pointing out at you saying "BUCKLE UP." I think maybe like a mile further down they should write "...or else." Maybe some highway accident statistics to brighten your morning? Or oh, I know, a picture of a head cracked open on the asphalt with brains spilled everywhere. It would have to be very photorealistic, though, to be effective.
Does it seem like I have been spending way too much time on the 101 for someone who lives in Fontana? Well, it's true, I have. However, I must say that out of these four incredibly long work days, the hour drive each way has been by far the best part. I still get kind of excited each time I drive past downtown, and even more so when I see the hollywood sign up in the hills, the capitol records building, and exits for all the famous streets. And the murals.
Here is an example of the kind of incredibly stimulating social interaction I have been exposed to in the last three days:
Woman holds up beach towel. "How much?"
"That one's ten. It's on sale. Normally it would be twenty. The sponge bob ones are ten and the rest are twenty."
"Um. No English."
"Oh. Sponge Bob, Ten (points). All the rest, twenty (points)."
"Oh." Puts down towel and walks away.
Either that or:
"Where is Jurassic Park?"
"Jurassic Park? You know, I'm not sure. I'm actually a temporary worker, so I don't really know my way around. Sorry."
"Oh. Ok."
or just:
"One coke? Three dollars... And 17 dollars is your change, thank you."
Yeah, you heard me. Threeeee dollars. You don't even wanna know about the beers.
In conclusion, I would like to note that an hour spent driving toward your home passes about ten million times faster than an hour spent standing on sore feet next to a kiosk filled with 20 dollar flip flops which nobody is buying in the cold alone listening to a live band which is stationed about 10 feet away from your ear play the same songs every thirty minutes and they are as follows: I'm a Believer, All Star, Hey Ya, Born to be Wild, If the Swamp is a rockin don't come a knockin. All of which songs are owned, apparently, by Universal, and have had their lyrics changed to have more to do with Shrek. Oh my God.
Montag, Juli 9
valuable life lessons:
- British people call cotton candy "candy floss"
- Canadians call the restroom the "washroom"
- In spanish, coke is "coca"
- do not buy cheap shoes if you will be standing in them for 8 hours a day
- there is always traffic on the 101, even at noon
- the starbucks breakfast sandwiches aren't really that good, stick to mcdonalds
- do not work at amusement parks
You'll thank me one day.
- Canadians call the restroom the "washroom"
- In spanish, coke is "coca"
- do not buy cheap shoes if you will be standing in them for 8 hours a day
- there is always traffic on the 101, even at noon
- the starbucks breakfast sandwiches aren't really that good, stick to mcdonalds
- do not work at amusement parks
You'll thank me one day.
Sonntag, Juli 8
wow.
My feet hurt really badly right now. 8 hours straight of walking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Oh, I forgot to mention that during this walking back and forth I was carrying things. Relatively heavy things (relative to nothing, which is what I usually carry). Other than the physical pain, this job is totally easy though. I just watched everyone else and copied them, and the client didn't even know I was new. buahahaha. And we got to eat the dinner AND the wedding cake, which was delicious. Oh, and I got to go inside of warner brothers studios. It was cool. I saw the water tower. The wedding reception was in this part called Brownstone Street, cause it's a whole street of fake brownstones that they use to film movies and stuff. So it was reeeaaalllly cute. Allt he guests entered on a red carpet next to the fake movie theater that had the names of the bride and groom on the marquee. And everything was decorated in brown and lime green! It sounds ugly but it was really nice. And there was a really good jazz band. Basically, if any of you have really rich parents, you should consider getting married at warner brother's studios, cause dang that was a really nice wedding. Who would've thought?
Samstag, Juli 7
My first day of work is tomorrow. I am kind of nervous about it, so I am staying up all night watching Felicity, season 4. Season 4 is pretty bad, by the way. Pretty bad. But hey, whatever, cause I read, let's see, about 7 pages of Faulkner earlier this evening! Wow, right now Javier's cat is drinking coffee (milk and two sugars).
So anyway, I spent all day shopping for black pants and polo shirts and undershirts and belts and wine openers and lighters. OK, I suppose that I didn't have to give you the entire list, I'm sorry. All I can say is, I had better make some serious money with this stupid job cause I sure as hell spent enough already for it.
So anyway, I spent all day shopping for black pants and polo shirts and undershirts and belts and wine openers and lighters. OK, I suppose that I didn't have to give you the entire list, I'm sorry. All I can say is, I had better make some serious money with this stupid job cause I sure as hell spent enough already for it.
Donnerstag, Juli 5
Dienstag, Juli 3
when you're back in your old neighborhood
the cigarettes taste so good
but you're so misunderstood
so misunderstood
there's something there that you can't find
you're honest when you're telling a lie
you hurt her but you don't know why
you love her but you don't know why
short on long-term goals
there's a party there that we oughta go to
if you still love rock and roll
you still love rock and roll
it's only a quarter to three
reflecting off of your CD
you're looking at a picture of me
staring at a picture of me
take the guitar player for a ride
he aint never been satisfied
he thinks he owes some kind of debt
be years before he gets over it
there's a fortune inside your head
all you touch turns to lead
you think you might just crawl back in bed
the fortune inside your head
you know you're just a mama's boy
positively unemployed
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
I know you got a God-shaped hole
bleeding out your heart full of soul
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing at all
the cigarettes taste so good
but you're so misunderstood
so misunderstood
there's something there that you can't find
you're honest when you're telling a lie
you hurt her but you don't know why
you love her but you don't know why
short on long-term goals
there's a party there that we oughta go to
if you still love rock and roll
you still love rock and roll
it's only a quarter to three
reflecting off of your CD
you're looking at a picture of me
staring at a picture of me
take the guitar player for a ride
he aint never been satisfied
he thinks he owes some kind of debt
be years before he gets over it
there's a fortune inside your head
all you touch turns to lead
you think you might just crawl back in bed
the fortune inside your head
you know you're just a mama's boy
positively unemployed
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
I know you got a God-shaped hole
bleeding out your heart full of soul
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing at all
redundancies
Tonight was a good night. Josh and santee came over and we set off some really amazing (read: most boring I have ever seen in my entire life but in a really hilarious way) fireworks. I can't wait for the actual fourth because I love fireworks with all my heart. I know I already talked about this but I am actually sad about the whole fireworks becoming illegal thing. I mean actually get a sad feeling inside when I think about it. Also a little bit of outrage is mixed in. My childhood is going up in flames and screaming like a piccolo pete. Josh and Santee, by the way, dropped the ball and did not purchase any piccolo petes for tonight's pre-game festivities. also only one pack of ground blooms. Way to botch things up, guys, for serious.
After that we went to Corky's (it's like dennys but not) and ate with marcos. marcos was incredibly happy to see me, as always, and as always, I was mildly disturbed by this. However, I soon became distraced by the fact that I ordered 2 pieces of french toast and ended up getting THREE. mmmm delicious.
When I got home my sister and I created an amazing illustration of harry potter becoming a death eater despite ron's pleas, and laughed a lot. Now I have to occupy my mind for a few more hours because I managed to sleep pretty much all day long.
After that we went to Corky's (it's like dennys but not) and ate with marcos. marcos was incredibly happy to see me, as always, and as always, I was mildly disturbed by this. However, I soon became distraced by the fact that I ordered 2 pieces of french toast and ended up getting THREE. mmmm delicious.
When I got home my sister and I created an amazing illustration of harry potter becoming a death eater despite ron's pleas, and laughed a lot. Now I have to occupy my mind for a few more hours because I managed to sleep pretty much all day long.
Montag, Juli 2
Dear Sarah,
Today I mailed in my visa application. It was really stressful and if my passport gets lost in the mail it will be even more so, but hopefully it will all be taken care of after this. I got hired at the party staff but have not worked at all yet. I still need to buy pants with beltloops so i can tuck in my shirt and look like a total ass. I am pretty stoked about this. If I am not offered any jobs this weekend, I might come down to san diego. If not, I will be there soon enough. My family has been here visiting and I have decided that I do not like kids anymore. They are intimidating and very difficult to hold a conversation with. I always feel stupid talking to kids, or condescending, and I hate asking them how old they are. Why can't people ever think of things to say to kids besides "how old are you?" I mean they probably don't mind much, but I feel really lame about it. Anyway the kids are gone now and it's just our family and one other, and in comparison to yesterday, it's silent as a tomb here. Phew. I finished my first book of the summer, and now have at least 9 more to go. This number is arbitrary but important. I decided I dont read nearly enough so I assigned myself the task of reading at least 10 books this summer. Anyway, in regards to the first book (see below for more details), all I can say is damn, that guy knows how to write an ending. Those endings, they really get me! It seems like it's possible to have a pretty mediocre book that still ends up being good because of the ending. Anyway, they stick in my mind for long periods of time. I'm now movingon to Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. Hopefully I can get through it. It's almost the fourth of july which is exciting, but I am pretty bummed out because this will be the last year Fontana will allow fireworks. What freaking jerks. I honestly don't understand grown ups, really, I don't.
Abonnieren
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