An excerpt from a comment I posted on Jenelle's facebook:
I've been reading everyone's blogs from 2003-2004 nonstop for the past like 12 hours. I love reading all of the things that we thought were important when we were still teenagers. We were so poetic and concerned about the smallest things. (...ex: "I 'fell asleep' on the way home so I wouldn't have to pay toll. They made me "toll bitch" but I didn't think I should have been; I paid for a lot of the dinner.") Oh yeah, did I mention that I think we've lost a lot our of eloquence over the years? I fully do, I also loved our sense of humor. I think we're funnier now, but in a more finely tuned way. Our humor was so silly and different, that when I read our quips from back then it's like a breath of fresh air. It's like when you make a new friend who is slightly younger than you who has a cool sense of humor, it makes you remember what it was like to be that age and have a completely different view on everything that came your way. I'm going to try not to lose all of this.
Another thing that I liked about re-reading all of these was that it gives specific dates of events that are still in stories that are told today. It was great to reminisce about things that I forgot about too. There were many instances where I read about something and had to sit for second to try and remember whatever it was that person was talking about. All in all a totally wonderful experience that I am going to take advantage of.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Nothing of importance
Claire de Lune (Moonlight)
by Paul Verlaine (1844 – 1896)
Your soul is a chosen landscape
Where charming masked and costumed figures go
Playing the lute and dancing and almost
Sad beneath their fantastic disguises.
All sing in a minor key
Of all-conquering love and careless fortune
They do not seem to believe in their happiness
And their song mingles with the moonlight.
The still moonlight, sad and beautiful,
Which gives the birds to dream in the trees
And makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy,
The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues.
by Paul Verlaine (1844 – 1896)
Your soul is a chosen landscape
Where charming masked and costumed figures go
Playing the lute and dancing and almost
Sad beneath their fantastic disguises.
All sing in a minor key
Of all-conquering love and careless fortune
They do not seem to believe in their happiness
And their song mingles with the moonlight.
The still moonlight, sad and beautiful,
Which gives the birds to dream in the trees
And makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy,
The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Save Gracie!
Can you see the relation? Clearly we're family. i love being an Auntie.
...and just for a nice flashback -
“All you motherfuckers are gonna pay. You are the ones who are the ball-lickers. We're gonna fuck your mothers while you watch and cry like little whiny bitches. Once we get to Hollywood and find those Miramax fucks who are making that movie, we're gonna make 'em eat our shit, then shit out our shit, then eat their shit which is made up of our shit that we made 'em eat. Then all you motherfuckers are next. Love, Jay and Silent Bob.”
Alright off to El Happy Hour with Adrianna and Jenelle!
Monday, March 16, 2009
a little reminder -
Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) - Baz Luhrmann
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Monday, March 9, 2009
Bridal Showered with Blood.
i love my babies...i really truly do. They make me so proud in so many little ways. i would have a million children if when they popped out of my body they ended up 14 years old. i don't like babies and toddlers and kids. They're fucking annoying. Maybe not to a lot of people, but to me they sure the hell are. Teenagers are just so cool to me. Maybe because the i had some of the best times *not THE happiest times, but some of the happiest times anyways* of my life when i was a teenager. My friends were fucking amazing. They really were. i sometimes feel "stuck" at 17. That was the first full blown fun year if my life. Well 16 and a half to 17 and a half was the best is what i really mean. My junior year of high school up to the beginning-middle of senior year. But mostly my junior year..was AAAHHH--MAY-----ZING. So much fun. i just feel so lucky to be able to have so many teenagers in my life. They're so frustrated and angry/upset with things sometimes. It wasn't too, too long ago that i was there too. So i get it when they feel that way. . . the maternal instinct tends to kick in and i hate seeing them suffer at times. But then i realize that it is so necessary to feel that way. It makes them mature and allows them to turn into the kind of adult that they so deserve to be. There is not a day that goes by where i don't have a kid sitting at my desk the second the bell rings to talk to me about life, issues, school, clothes, celebrity gossip, make-up tips, a new outfit, a cool story, a new card trick, homework help, a situation where they need my opinion, a picture of their prom dress, or just the need to shoot the shit with me. i am the anti-adult to them. Because whereas i am an adult - - i am not neccesarily a complete and total adult to them, and for that reason they can vibe with me on a different level than they could with their friends or family. It sounds semi-cheesy but i feel completely blessed to have them in my life. Because they teach me things every single day about life and what it is all about. i have seen so many of them go through all kinds of things. Parents getting shipped off to Afghanistan, puberty, and reaching that 4.3 G.P.A (oh yeah, did i mention that over 90% of them are all geniuses? Most of them have been enrolled in honors classes since the 6th grade.) to name a few. i have seen them mature into adults and have been lucky enough to have them visit me long after they've graduated from high school. i love them all so totally and completely and am so genuinely proud and happy to have them here in my life. i just hope that they know this. Because they tell me frequently how much they love and adore me. i'm just not as good with expressing my feelings. . . . . . . . . . Maybe i should tell them... (?)
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On another note Samantha's bridal shower was today. i bought her a bread box and champagne flutes *inside joke*..Needless to say my present was the best, only Jenelle's was close to mine in amazing-ness *she got Sammie a vegetable farm so she can grow her own veggies*. So Adrianna, Jenelle, Samantha, and Rachel *my brother's girlfriend who is ironically enough friends with Sammie and Jenelle...gotta love the small town that we live in* had about a MILLION mimosas. Needless to say we were FUCKED UP..but in a fun girly/giggly way. We then decided to go and hang out with all the boys who were stuck at a boy party during the bridal shower. We bring over a gigantic bottle of champagne, some beer, and a bottle of Bacardi that was all left over from the party. We get to the house and we're walking in a single file line down the sidewalk. Adrianna in front, Jenelle in the middle, and myself in the back. Both Adrianna and Jenelle are wearing flip flops *i scolded them, considering this is still Winter after all* Jenelle gives Adrianna a flat tire *where you step on the back of someones shoe* and Jenelle trips over Adrianna, then as a result of that i trip over Jenelle's sandal and give her a flat tire...so then you have a mass of limbs and bodies on the sidewalk. Seriously it was a complete and total domino effect, like a cartoon. Unfortunately...Jenelle was holding the bottle of Bacardi in her hand and smashed the bottle...but then landed on top of the shards of glass....i landed in the gutter and Adrianna landed in the mud. Jenelle ends up cutting her foot open on her big toe..i mean that shit was sliced open right over the top of her right big toe. i lie to her and tell her it's not that bad so that her drunken self doesn't freak out. But her blood is EVERYWHERE. It reminded me of "Sin City". Because it was so dark outside that everything looked black and white and all you can see against the grey sidewalk is neon infused red blood pouring out EVERYWHERE. We manage to carry Jenelle into the house where we were going and get her in the bathroom. Adrianna is covered in blood on her shirt and my arms and hands are covered in blood. Jenelle is drunk and of course apologizing to everyone, which is so her nature *to be sorry about everything, even if it was completely out of her control* We elevate her leg, clean it out with saline solution, apply pressure, give her a beer so she won't feel any pain; even though it would thin her blood out *we figured she was already smashed..there was no way her blood was gonna not be as thin as water..may as well make it so she can't feel that shit* So we finally decided that she's gonna need stitches. So we take her to Northbay Medical Hospital. Adrianna and i go on a food run because at this point we haven't eaten in hours.... Then we get news that Jenelle has in fact cut open an artery and is in the process of getting x-rayed....UGGHHHH scary. About a half hour wait in the emergency waiting room later a friend of ours who works in the hospital comes and pulls us into the room *so against the rules* i see Jenelle propped up in a bed and there is semi-dried blood EVERYWHERE... all over the walls, floor, bed, sheets, gauze....i mean..seriously..a fucking murder scene. It looked like a giant had her period. Turns out a piece of glass cut open the artery in her big toe and was lodged in there, when they pulled the glass out blood literally was squirting out..Samantha had to wear goggles and she almost passed out. Seven stitches later Jenelle was hobbling out of the E.R. and we are thanking every deity we know for coming to the hospital. We giggled about the fact that this would make for an amazing story in about 5-10 years when we're old and dried up with exciting nights. All i gotta say is that Jenelle knows how to fucking throw a Bridal Shower.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
All i wanna know is.....who's comin' with me?
Postsecret Exhibition -
March 1, 2009 through April 19, 2009
Bedford Gallery,
Walnut Creek, CA
Armijo had a show today. We were in exhibition but we stil got scored. We ended up winning, the A Guard anyway. Nothing has ever felt as awesome. NOTHING.
In addition i managed to pay off two of my credit cards completely, my phone bill, plane tickets, another credit card payment, and still got to buy four new cute tops. March will be minutely bleak as far as fun goes, as the funds will be short. But what the hell do i care? I'M FREE MOTHERFUCKER!
my god today was perfect.
Sammie's bridal shower is tomorrow *well today*...MIMOSAS - HOLLA! *don't blame me for talking like that, i teach high schoolers for god's sake...i cannot help but talk like them every once in a while*
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!
March 1, 2009 through April 19, 2009
Bedford Gallery,
Walnut Creek, CA
Armijo had a show today. We were in exhibition but we stil got scored. We ended up winning, the A Guard anyway. Nothing has ever felt as awesome. NOTHING.
In addition i managed to pay off two of my credit cards completely, my phone bill, plane tickets, another credit card payment, and still got to buy four new cute tops. March will be minutely bleak as far as fun goes, as the funds will be short. But what the hell do i care? I'M FREE MOTHERFUCKER!
my god today was perfect.
Sammie's bridal shower is tomorrow *well today*...MIMOSAS - HOLLA! *don't blame me for talking like that, i teach high schoolers for god's sake...i cannot help but talk like them every once in a while*
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Holy shit...whaaat?! She got an abortion of Christmas Eve????
i haven't posted an entry in here for quite some time. This is much due to the fact that i have had nothing of real importance to discuss. Work is work, life is life, people are well....still being themselves. Truly i feel that the behavior of people these days is nothing that can be unexpected. i've grown quite accustomed to it over the years. i just wonder if this will be the way it always is. i'm sure that i'll be just fine, dealing with people and the situations they are constantly putting themselves into. i have to be fine with it all; because they are and will always be this way. If i cannot accept them and their life choices, how am i ever to be able to call myself their friend? . . and vice versa of course. i just feel at times that the overall novelty of our friendship might have run its course. Maybe we're both too afraid to admit it? In any case of events, i'll be here...just like i always am. On another note - in exactly three months i will be landing in Paris. It still feels like a complete and total unreality *is that even a word?* i can hardly believe that i am going to do this all over again, but as a completely different person and thus making this trip so completely different. i have matured so much in the past three years, it seems unreal to me. i wonder what sort of things i'll run into while i am overseas this time. i think that i may not be so into the shenanigans that i was at 21. The nonstop drinking, the penny pinching *skipping meals so that i could afford to go out drinking*, the partying, the anonymous sex with foreigners who spoke little to no English, the sleeping in, the nights spent in hotel rooms with strangers, the constantly aching liver, the drug induced ephipanies about life, the arguements in French, the complete and total spontaneity in every aspect of living day to day. i'm not so sure that i have that in me anymore..but then again; how am i to ever be able to know these things for sure until i am there? i have become such a homebody over the course of just a year. Friday nights spent at home with a book and a cup of tea have become the norm, and the strangest thing is that i really don't mind. At first it was awful. i always felt compelled to be out during the weekend. But now, i could honestly care less. It doesn't bother me at all to have a seriously toned down version of my past social life. Going out and getting blitzed was something that i did every weekend *and more often than not during the week as well*. i lived like that for years and years, probably since i was 18... and considering that i fucked around most of the time during high school doing the same shit i would probably count those years as well. So let's think about this, i partied nonstop for close to six years. Here's hoping i can pull some shit out for Europe this summer, hah...
So i just got done watching "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" and i positively loved it. i HIGHLY recommend it. i really identified with ScarJo's character. She talks about how she's a nonconformist, spontaneous but unsure of what she wants from life or love. She mentions that she doesn't know what she wants out of life, she only knows what she doesn't want. It was an awesome movie, but i must warn you..do not watch it unless you have some wine. There is so much wine drinking going on *they are in Spain after all* that five minutes in you're gonna be dying for a glass of a nice, tasty dry Cab. i now have an unquenchable desire for some wine..and will be unable to partake in any for some time as i have work to attend to.
On that note i really need to take something up. Something that requires practice and classes. What i really want is to practice my Spanish again..or photography..or a dance class.. something. i'm just feeling really understimulated because of the lack of college right now (the courses i'm enrolled in are late start classes and don't begin for another month). What i really want is the damn Rosetta Stone CD things..but they are sooo expensive and i cannot possibly force myself to spend $400 on them. Ugh. Quite the bind i am finding myself in.
In closing i'd like to post this video.. if you are in fact Catholic and can't take a joke then don't watch it..Otherwise - enjoy.
Here's another little clip of Louis C.K.'s...if you are not aware of his wonderousness then youtube everything of his that you possibly can. He's gonna be in Sacramento at the end of the month and i am going to be there if i have to die trying. Tickets go on sale today at ten in the morning!!!
So i just got done watching "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" and i positively loved it. i HIGHLY recommend it. i really identified with ScarJo's character. She talks about how she's a nonconformist, spontaneous but unsure of what she wants from life or love. She mentions that she doesn't know what she wants out of life, she only knows what she doesn't want. It was an awesome movie, but i must warn you..do not watch it unless you have some wine. There is so much wine drinking going on *they are in Spain after all* that five minutes in you're gonna be dying for a glass of a nice, tasty dry Cab. i now have an unquenchable desire for some wine..and will be unable to partake in any for some time as i have work to attend to.
On that note i really need to take something up. Something that requires practice and classes. What i really want is to practice my Spanish again..or photography..or a dance class.. something. i'm just feeling really understimulated because of the lack of college right now (the courses i'm enrolled in are late start classes and don't begin for another month). What i really want is the damn Rosetta Stone CD things..but they are sooo expensive and i cannot possibly force myself to spend $400 on them. Ugh. Quite the bind i am finding myself in.
In closing i'd like to post this video.. if you are in fact Catholic and can't take a joke then don't watch it..Otherwise - enjoy.
Here's another little clip of Louis C.K.'s...if you are not aware of his wonderousness then youtube everything of his that you possibly can. He's gonna be in Sacramento at the end of the month and i am going to be there if i have to die trying. Tickets go on sale today at ten in the morning!!!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
This is the remix..
Soooo..... somehow i managed to find myself semi-peer pressuring people into buying plane tickets to Europe with me....and have succeeded. Adrianna and Jenelle are coming with me. Holy shit.. Amy, Adrianna, Jenelle, and me in Europe together...i cannot fucking believe this shit.. somebody pinch me...seriously.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Past the point of no return.
Sooo... i JUST bought my plane ticket to Europe. . . i was absolutely terrified to do it. i literally have spent the last four hours pacing back and forth deciding if i should just go ahead and buy it...or wait for everyone else to come through and tell me whether or not they were gonna buy their tickets with me. Buuuuuuut. i have decided that i need to not wait any longer and just go along with it all... So..
EUROPE HERE I COME!!
EUROPE HERE I COME!!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Short and Sweet - like most of my friends.
So i confess that i love chick flicks. . . and is this not the biggest chick flick to ever happen -ever-? Count me the fuck in..
Ah..almost forgot..went bowling a couple of weeks ago..The theme was STDs..
Ah..almost forgot..went bowling a couple of weeks ago..The theme was STDs..
Friday, January 9, 2009
Serenade
So i've fallen completely in love with Schubert's "Ständchen" ..meaning "Serenade" auf Deutsch.. i bought the sheet music so that one of the four musical genuises that float around Armijo can play it for me while i'm sitting at my desk contemplating life. It is seriously awesome teaching at Armijo and knowing the kids the way that i do. We have four -used to be five before one graduated- kids who are exceptional pianists. It's kind of crazy, they can play ANYTHING and can sight read just about anything on the spot no problem. i even had one incident where i had a Chopin song i wanted them to play, but no sheet music. So he listened to it on my iPod and then was able to learn it. i alwasy tell them that they are the reason that my children will learn the piano when they are young, even if they hate it. In the event you feel like listening to this song here's a youtube video. i wish i could find the string version of it, i like it a bit better.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
If everything seems to go wrong... turn around. You're probably facing the wrong way.
Last night was the first night in ten days that i have slept in my own bed. It didn't feel odd or different at all, which slightly bothered me when i turned the lights off. i feel like in a past life that i must have been a nomad of some sort - because i cannot stand the idea of staying in one place for so long. i hate falling into routines that last longer than a year. It drives me crazy. Truly. i have to go and get a second job sometime this week. i've been putting it off for the past month and a half-ish. But now that i'm not going to Solano this semester due to their shaky accreditation i'm going to have a bit more free time. Even though i'm hella mad because i really only needed one more class there. Oh, the dreaded speech class that i have put off until the last possible semester that it can be taken. i spent Christmas break loafing around the house for a few days, and then after Christmas i housesat for my mother. One night i went out drinking and carousing the town with some friends and we went back to my mom's house to hang out for an hour before we all retired to bed. While there i engaged in a semi-drunken conversation talking abouthow bored with life i'd been for the past few months. Hadn't gone anywhere because, well i couldn't *school, work, money, life, age, etc.*. Then Louise said to me, "well, let's go to San Diego tomorrow". At first i dismissed it because it was so spur of the moment, and people don't do that sort of thing at my age anymore. But after some semi-drunken thinking about the whole thing i came up with the thought that it was a fantastic idea, something that i truly needed because of the slump i had found myself in. So after waking up the next day kinda hungover i packed a bag and drove down to SoCal. Spent New Years Eve in Disneyland, another day in San Diego, and then another in Old Town San Diego, and then the next day we drove home. It was sort of amazing. New Years Eve in Disneyland was a fucking blast, they handed out party top hats and horns and the park wasn't even really all that packed considering the 70 degree weather and holiday season. Good god i hope that when i die my ghost makes it to Disneyland. Spending an eternity there would never be enough for me. As a 23 year old woman i can say that Disneyland is still my favorite place in the world to be. On the way back San diego i got a phone call from my mom telling me that while i was gone my sister in law, Elizabeth had a stroke.
i am never going on vacation again.
i am never going on vacation again.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Talk about a throwback - - -
Color Guard Questions
1. When did you start spinning?
in seventh grade in the '97-'98 season
2.What was the first guard/group you were in?
Dover Bulldogs.
3. How many years did you march?
Eight years.
4. What guard(s) did you march?
Dover Bulldogs, Fairfield Open Guard, San Jose Raiders World Guard, The Seattle Cascades Drum Corps.
5. What do you like better, winter guard, drum corps, or marching band?
Winter Guard, and by a fucking landslide.
6. Ever been to WGI?
Yeah, four times. My first time was in 2002, that was when the Independent World class colorguards were all phenomenal, yes even the freaky deaky dutch "Girls Gang" from the Netherlands. They were phenomenal to watch up close....it was like a freak show...but not the kind that Pride put on a few years later. i just remember that year blowing my mind more than any other year in colorguard.
7. Have you been in a guard that made WGI finals?
Sadly, only when i made it to the big guard did i ever make it to finals. That would have kicked so much ass if Fairfield would have made it that first year.
8. Best part about being in winter guard?
Oh man....as cheesy as it sounds it HAS to be the people you meet. It's the coolest feeling in the world being at a show when awards are over. i mean, you're standing on a floor bumping into people you know from all over the world because you met them at an audition months before..or met them at a party where you made out with them while taking jello shots...Winter guard is truly an amazing experience. -ALSO- rehearsals are fun as hell. **ALL** rehearsals are fun, i don't give a shit what anyone says...those were a blast. Bustin' on your blacks, standing in a formation...dancing..challenging yourself all day everyday to be better. It's truly exhilarating.
9. Worst part about being in winter guard?
When you're not as good as you should be. Damn that's the fucking worst...when you suck. Because you're never allowed to forget that *YOU* are the weak link in the equation to a gold medal. A lot of people can't handle that much pressure...Oh yeah....the money part blows balls too.
10. Best part about marching drum corps?
Ugh...getting skinny, and that's IT.
11. Worst part about marching drum corps?
Valerie worded it perfectly...and she didn't even march...how hilarious.
"I imagine its like paying for torture in the sun"
i mean...you end up getting the weirdest tan ever. you have to shower in front of like a hundred other chicks. You eat practically nothing. You wake up in the morning after maybe three hours of decent sleep and spin in the hot ass sun for around 12 hours, eight if you have a show..you eat a lame ass sandwich...pack up and get on a bus where you proceed to sit in your stinky seat and try to sleep while sitting up so that you can drive all night to the next state...Only to wake up with swollen ass feet and ankles and do it all over again the next day.
i say this but of course, a lot of people liked it. It was just not for me.
12. When did you age out/stop marching?
i stopped after 2005, i was 20 and thought i should have "grown up". Honestly, i still regret that.
13. Favorite show you were in?..
2002..Fairfield Open's "California" show. Is that lame? Whatever, it was my first Debbie and a total eye opening experience to a whole world that i never knew could exist.
14. Favorite show you were not in, but wish you could have been?
Hm.....this is practically impossible to decide.
My first love will forever be Blue Devils' "White Rabbit"
but then The San Jose Raiders had to go and do the Frida show.......
it's a toss up between the two.
15.Someone in guard you looked up to?
There are so many people that i looked up to..and for hella different reasons..Sometimes it was not that they were good at colorguard, it was just that they were really cool people and i looked up to them for that..or that they were so incredibly patient and nice. Or - they were just really hot....or most likely..they were both..hot and good.
Hmm....imma take a stab and name off like five.
Jason Flores *duh*
Valerie DeSoto
Robert Daze
Eddie Castro
Eric Aguilar
there are of course loads more.
16. Favorite equipment:
hm..sore subject, really. i was always a rifle girl..until they told me that because i didn't have a "dick"** between my legs i couldn't be seen spinning it. So i was placed on the sabre line my second year at Raiders..and then something incredibly strange happened...i LOVED spinning that sword. So, my favorite piece of equipment to spin is a sabre. But i like to watch rifles more.
** if any Raiders people are reading this i hope to god you caught that double entendre.
17. Where do you see the activity in 10 years?
Honestly, where it was ten years ago...just a lot cooler to look at.
18. What is the biggest lesson you have learned from being in guard?
That you can do and be anything in this world, so long as you are open to the change.
19. What guard that is no longer active would you love to see return?
OH! my heart aches to see The San Jose Raiders World guard of yesteryear..Also, because i'm a wispy and nostalgic kinda girl i'd LOVE to see The Blue Devils World guard take the floor again.
20. Do you think winter guard will ever get on T.V.
Nope. No one will get it. Nobody that isn't directly linked to the activity understands it. i find that in describing this activity people take an apologetic approach. "Yeah, i did that dancy thing a few years back...you know where they spin around flags...it's cooler than you think i swear". Even when you show them your highly coveted VHS copies of the legendary "Summertimez" show they laugh at the tights the boys are wearing and ignore the perfectly executed ripple work in the back corner. They have no clue that what is looking so effortlessly beautiful on the screen is the most strenuous and demanding activity out there. So for that reason, i almost don't want winter guard on the T.V. i don't want something that i love that much to be bastardized like that.
1. When did you start spinning?
in seventh grade in the '97-'98 season
2.What was the first guard/group you were in?
Dover Bulldogs.
3. How many years did you march?
Eight years.
4. What guard(s) did you march?
Dover Bulldogs, Fairfield Open Guard, San Jose Raiders World Guard, The Seattle Cascades Drum Corps.
5. What do you like better, winter guard, drum corps, or marching band?
Winter Guard, and by a fucking landslide.
6. Ever been to WGI?
Yeah, four times. My first time was in 2002, that was when the Independent World class colorguards were all phenomenal, yes even the freaky deaky dutch "Girls Gang" from the Netherlands. They were phenomenal to watch up close....it was like a freak show...but not the kind that Pride put on a few years later. i just remember that year blowing my mind more than any other year in colorguard.
7. Have you been in a guard that made WGI finals?
Sadly, only when i made it to the big guard did i ever make it to finals. That would have kicked so much ass if Fairfield would have made it that first year.
8. Best part about being in winter guard?
Oh man....as cheesy as it sounds it HAS to be the people you meet. It's the coolest feeling in the world being at a show when awards are over. i mean, you're standing on a floor bumping into people you know from all over the world because you met them at an audition months before..or met them at a party where you made out with them while taking jello shots...Winter guard is truly an amazing experience. -ALSO- rehearsals are fun as hell. **ALL** rehearsals are fun, i don't give a shit what anyone says...those were a blast. Bustin' on your blacks, standing in a formation...dancing..challenging yourself all day everyday to be better. It's truly exhilarating.
9. Worst part about being in winter guard?
When you're not as good as you should be. Damn that's the fucking worst...when you suck. Because you're never allowed to forget that *YOU* are the weak link in the equation to a gold medal. A lot of people can't handle that much pressure...Oh yeah....the money part blows balls too.
10. Best part about marching drum corps?
Ugh...getting skinny, and that's IT.
11. Worst part about marching drum corps?
Valerie worded it perfectly...and she didn't even march...how hilarious.
"I imagine its like paying for torture in the sun"
i mean...you end up getting the weirdest tan ever. you have to shower in front of like a hundred other chicks. You eat practically nothing. You wake up in the morning after maybe three hours of decent sleep and spin in the hot ass sun for around 12 hours, eight if you have a show..you eat a lame ass sandwich...pack up and get on a bus where you proceed to sit in your stinky seat and try to sleep while sitting up so that you can drive all night to the next state...Only to wake up with swollen ass feet and ankles and do it all over again the next day.
i say this but of course, a lot of people liked it. It was just not for me.
12. When did you age out/stop marching?
i stopped after 2005, i was 20 and thought i should have "grown up". Honestly, i still regret that.
13. Favorite show you were in?..
2002..Fairfield Open's "California" show. Is that lame? Whatever, it was my first Debbie and a total eye opening experience to a whole world that i never knew could exist.
14. Favorite show you were not in, but wish you could have been?
Hm.....this is practically impossible to decide.
My first love will forever be Blue Devils' "White Rabbit"
but then The San Jose Raiders had to go and do the Frida show.......
it's a toss up between the two.
15.Someone in guard you looked up to?
There are so many people that i looked up to..and for hella different reasons..Sometimes it was not that they were good at colorguard, it was just that they were really cool people and i looked up to them for that..or that they were so incredibly patient and nice. Or - they were just really hot....or most likely..they were both..hot and good.
Hmm....imma take a stab and name off like five.
Jason Flores *duh*
Valerie DeSoto
Robert Daze
Eddie Castro
Eric Aguilar
there are of course loads more.
16. Favorite equipment:
hm..sore subject, really. i was always a rifle girl..until they told me that because i didn't have a "dick"** between my legs i couldn't be seen spinning it. So i was placed on the sabre line my second year at Raiders..and then something incredibly strange happened...i LOVED spinning that sword. So, my favorite piece of equipment to spin is a sabre. But i like to watch rifles more.
** if any Raiders people are reading this i hope to god you caught that double entendre.
17. Where do you see the activity in 10 years?
Honestly, where it was ten years ago...just a lot cooler to look at.
18. What is the biggest lesson you have learned from being in guard?
That you can do and be anything in this world, so long as you are open to the change.
19. What guard that is no longer active would you love to see return?
OH! my heart aches to see The San Jose Raiders World guard of yesteryear..Also, because i'm a wispy and nostalgic kinda girl i'd LOVE to see The Blue Devils World guard take the floor again.
20. Do you think winter guard will ever get on T.V.
Nope. No one will get it. Nobody that isn't directly linked to the activity understands it. i find that in describing this activity people take an apologetic approach. "Yeah, i did that dancy thing a few years back...you know where they spin around flags...it's cooler than you think i swear". Even when you show them your highly coveted VHS copies of the legendary "Summertimez" show they laugh at the tights the boys are wearing and ignore the perfectly executed ripple work in the back corner. They have no clue that what is looking so effortlessly beautiful on the screen is the most strenuous and demanding activity out there. So for that reason, i almost don't want winter guard on the T.V. i don't want something that i love that much to be bastardized like that.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
i think it took me three hours to finish this list.
The Mission: Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.
The Criteria: Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on my part).
Why 1001 Days? Many people have created lists in the past - frequently simple goals such as new year’s resolutions. The key to beating procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organizing and timing some tasks such as overseas trips or outdoor activities.
1. Read The Bible - i feel that as someone who has a lot of criticism regarding Christianity, i should at least be knowledgable about it. i found a nifty translation into American English, rather than Ye Olde British English. It's available online. It's here in case you're interested.
2. Read the complete works of Anne Rice, with the excpetion of her Jesus book that just came out with *she just found god* and maybe her erotic novels.. i got around three chapters in before i was horribly disturbed, granted i was 17 when i first tried reading it, we'll see....i've read 10 out of 20 so far.
3. Visit the greater part of western Europe, the places i consider "important"
i consider these countries "important":
Portugal, Spain, France, Ireland, The United Kingdom, The Netherlands, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Austria, The Czech Republic, Poland, Sweden, Romania, Greece, and Romania..i'm going to count Russia as it's own separate trip, because well hell..you can't do the Motherland in a week. Out of those 16, i've been to six..so i've got quite a ways to go. i'm counting on going to three of those that i haven't been to yet this summer.
4. Go wine tasting in Napa. i am a complete and total lover of wine, i live about 40 minutes away from Napa..so why in the hell have i never gone? i need to get on top of this stat.
5. Visit the MoMA in New York.
6. Go to a football game. Yep, that's right. i've never been to one.
7. Learn to read music.
8. Go to a Lisa Williams show. i know it's completely ridiculous how much i love her. But i genuinely believe that she can see/talk to dead people. How fucking cool is that?
9. Take a painting class - i'm thinking that i will need to take a drawing class first. i'm not trying to be the ONE idiot in that class.
10. See it snow in live action. i've only ever seen snow after it's already fallen.
11. Learn French.
12. Learn how to cook bacon without making it too damn crispy. i ruin it EVERYTIME, even though i can cook just about anything in the world. Bacon is like my kryptonite.
13. See a Broadway production on actual Broadway.
14. Re-buy a Nintendo 64 and officially beat Banjo-Kazooie. i never defeated the damned witch, rescued the sister though.
15. Throw something at Akon. i'd like to see him try to toss me offstage. Fucker.
16. Listen to Li Young Lee read one of his poems with my own ears and with his own voice.
17. Memorize all of the United States and their respective capitals. Maybe i'll buy one of those pencils.
18. Force myself to like sushi. i fucking hate sushi, but it's so damned pretty to look at that i find myself so jealous when people are eating it. i like my teriyaki chicken just fine though; with a fork too please.
19. Take an advanced poetry writing class. i've taken two creative writing classes in the past, where the bulk of the stuff written was poetry. They were both pretty rudimentary though, and i didn't get the hang of poetry writing until the end of the second class.
20. See Hugh Grant in the flesh. For some odd reason i feel like if there were ever famous person that i would bump into, it would be him. i looked for him the whole time i was in London. He lives in Notting Hill, yes like the movie he was in, and i intend to stake the area out Jack McFarland style.
21. On that note - See every episode of Will & Grace.
22. Get accepted to CSUEB.
23. Perfect driving a manual car. i am FAR from it.
24. Learn how to change a tire.
25. Learn how to change the oil in my car.
26. Get better at Chess. i used to play a lot with my dad. But not so much in the past year, i need to fix that.
27. Watch all 100 of the Greatest Films of all time, according to this list. i figure AMC wouldn't lie.
28. Pay off my credit card debt. Ugh, don't remind me.
29. Take a flamenco dance class, or 20 of them.
30. Learn how to take decent photographs.. of the artst fartsy persuasion.
31. Babysit a child for 8 hours. Just to remind myself why i vowed never to spawn.
32. Learn to type without looking at the keyboard. i'm pretty close, except i always have a million typos.
33. Learn to play a song on the guitar.
34. See a live ballet performance by an excellent company.
35. Exercise at least three times a week.
36. Get a facial... the kind you pay for.
37. Go golfing.
38. Create a portrait of my dogs.
39. Participate in the Bay to Breakers. *May 17, 2009* Also, dress ridiculously.
40. Build a sandcastle - - but a good one, a really good one.
41. Stay off the computer after 8:00 p.m. for a week.
42. Improve upon my classical music knowledge - Chopin, Rachmaninov, Mozart, Beethoven, Liszt, Bach...etc. etc.
43. See Bjork in concert again, this time hoping she will be better.
44. Go ice skating in San Francisco. *goes until Jan. 4th*
45. Send in a secret to Postsecret.
46. Learn a card trick.
47. Pay for the person behind me in the drive through.
48. Keep a food diary for at least 2 weeks.
49. Begin a dream diary.
50. Meditate for at least 30 minutes nightly before bed for one week.
51. Make a soundtrack for my life.
52. Buy a new car.
53. Get a colon cleanse. It would just be too good of a story.
54. Complete another detox for 10 days.
55. Sing in every shower I take for a month.
56. Play WoW for an hour someday. i have to see what all the fuss is about.
57. Get a pretty ring, and wear it everyday for a month.
58. See the Aurora Borealis.
59. Take a multivitamin daily for a month.
60. Solve a Rubik's Cube.
61. Live to be 24.
62. Climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower, instead of paying the 5 Euros to take the elevator.
63. Change my hair drastically.
64. Read "Mein Kampf"
65. Drink no alcohol for a whole month.
66. Frame the various pieces of art i have put away.
67. Go to Las Vegas and actually have a good time. *i'm 0 for 3*
68. Get someone else to do the 101 Goals list.
69. Wake up right after the alarm goes off for a week.
70. Go and see an opera.
71. Buy a new cell phone.
72. Get a new tattoo.
73. Go laser tagging.
74. Go a day without speaking.
75. Start and finish Europe scrapbook from first trip.
76. Drink the 8 8 oz. glasses of water needed everyday for a month.
77. Visit my family in Missouri.
78. Ride on a train - not BART-
79. Re-learn how to fold paper cranes and hang 1000 of them from my ceiling.*tell me you remember that book*
80. Shoot a gun.
81. Get fingerprinted at District Office - something i was supposed to do forever ago.
82. Sponsor someone in a charity walk.
83. Spend a day in San Francisco alone.
84. Get a new lipstick color that suits me.
85. Go on a cruise.
86. Beautify my desk space at Armijo.
87. Plan my funeral.
88. Visit all of the States. i'm probably a little over halfway done, i'll have to consult my list.
89. Stretch daily.
90. Fix the purses that need fixen'. *sew handles/pockets, buff leather, etc.*
91. Go somewhere cool with my dad.
92. Identify 100 things that make me happy.
93. Clear out the garage, as most of the clutter belongs to me and my childhood.
94. Memorize five of Shakespeare's sonnets.
95. Get a 3.3 GPA.
96. Write a piece of fan mail.
97. Watch a live Cirque Du Soleil show.
98. Learn how to make Mama's spaghetti.
99. Build a fort out of chairs and sheets, spend an hour in it.
100. Complete one year of Project 365.
101. Donate $10 for each goal not reached.
Custom Countdowns & MySpace Layouts
The Criteria: Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on my part).
Why 1001 Days? Many people have created lists in the past - frequently simple goals such as new year’s resolutions. The key to beating procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organizing and timing some tasks such as overseas trips or outdoor activities.
1. Read The Bible - i feel that as someone who has a lot of criticism regarding Christianity, i should at least be knowledgable about it. i found a nifty translation into American English, rather than Ye Olde British English. It's available online. It's here in case you're interested.
2. Read the complete works of Anne Rice, with the excpetion of her Jesus book that just came out with *she just found god* and maybe her erotic novels.. i got around three chapters in before i was horribly disturbed, granted i was 17 when i first tried reading it, we'll see....i've read 10 out of 20 so far.
3. Visit the greater part of western Europe, the places i consider "important"
i consider these countries "important":
Portugal, Spain, France, Ireland, The United Kingdom, The Netherlands, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Austria, The Czech Republic, Poland, Sweden, Romania, Greece, and Romania..i'm going to count Russia as it's own separate trip, because well hell..you can't do the Motherland in a week. Out of those 16, i've been to six..so i've got quite a ways to go. i'm counting on going to three of those that i haven't been to yet this summer.
4. Go wine tasting in Napa. i am a complete and total lover of wine, i live about 40 minutes away from Napa..so why in the hell have i never gone? i need to get on top of this stat.
5. Visit the MoMA in New York.
6. Go to a football game. Yep, that's right. i've never been to one.
7. Learn to read music.
8. Go to a Lisa Williams show. i know it's completely ridiculous how much i love her. But i genuinely believe that she can see/talk to dead people. How fucking cool is that?
9. Take a painting class - i'm thinking that i will need to take a drawing class first. i'm not trying to be the ONE idiot in that class.
10. See it snow in live action. i've only ever seen snow after it's already fallen.
11. Learn French.
12. Learn how to cook bacon without making it too damn crispy. i ruin it EVERYTIME, even though i can cook just about anything in the world. Bacon is like my kryptonite.
13. See a Broadway production on actual Broadway.
14. Re-buy a Nintendo 64 and officially beat Banjo-Kazooie. i never defeated the damned witch, rescued the sister though.
15. Throw something at Akon. i'd like to see him try to toss me offstage. Fucker.
16. Listen to Li Young Lee read one of his poems with my own ears and with his own voice.
17. Memorize all of the United States and their respective capitals. Maybe i'll buy one of those pencils.
18. Force myself to like sushi. i fucking hate sushi, but it's so damned pretty to look at that i find myself so jealous when people are eating it. i like my teriyaki chicken just fine though; with a fork too please.
19. Take an advanced poetry writing class. i've taken two creative writing classes in the past, where the bulk of the stuff written was poetry. They were both pretty rudimentary though, and i didn't get the hang of poetry writing until the end of the second class.
20. See Hugh Grant in the flesh. For some odd reason i feel like if there were ever famous person that i would bump into, it would be him. i looked for him the whole time i was in London. He lives in Notting Hill, yes like the movie he was in, and i intend to stake the area out Jack McFarland style.
21. On that note - See every episode of Will & Grace.
22. Get accepted to CSUEB.
23. Perfect driving a manual car. i am FAR from it.
24. Learn how to change a tire.
25. Learn how to change the oil in my car.
26. Get better at Chess. i used to play a lot with my dad. But not so much in the past year, i need to fix that.
27. Watch all 100 of the Greatest Films of all time, according to this list. i figure AMC wouldn't lie.
28. Pay off my credit card debt. Ugh, don't remind me.
29. Take a flamenco dance class, or 20 of them.
30. Learn how to take decent photographs.. of the artst fartsy persuasion.
31. Babysit a child for 8 hours. Just to remind myself why i vowed never to spawn.
32. Learn to type without looking at the keyboard. i'm pretty close, except i always have a million typos.
33. Learn to play a song on the guitar.
34. See a live ballet performance by an excellent company.
35. Exercise at least three times a week.
36. Get a facial... the kind you pay for.
37. Go golfing.
38. Create a portrait of my dogs.
39. Participate in the Bay to Breakers. *May 17, 2009* Also, dress ridiculously.
40. Build a sandcastle - - but a good one, a really good one.
41. Stay off the computer after 8:00 p.m. for a week.
42. Improve upon my classical music knowledge - Chopin, Rachmaninov, Mozart, Beethoven, Liszt, Bach...etc. etc.
43. See Bjork in concert again, this time hoping she will be better.
44. Go ice skating in San Francisco. *goes until Jan. 4th*
45. Send in a secret to Postsecret.
46. Learn a card trick.
47. Pay for the person behind me in the drive through.
48. Keep a food diary for at least 2 weeks.
49. Begin a dream diary.
50. Meditate for at least 30 minutes nightly before bed for one week.
51. Make a soundtrack for my life.
52. Buy a new car.
53. Get a colon cleanse. It would just be too good of a story.
54. Complete another detox for 10 days.
55. Sing in every shower I take for a month.
56. Play WoW for an hour someday. i have to see what all the fuss is about.
57. Get a pretty ring, and wear it everyday for a month.
58. See the Aurora Borealis.
59. Take a multivitamin daily for a month.
60. Solve a Rubik's Cube.
61. Live to be 24.
62. Climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower, instead of paying the 5 Euros to take the elevator.
63. Change my hair drastically.
64. Read "Mein Kampf"
65. Drink no alcohol for a whole month.
66. Frame the various pieces of art i have put away.
67. Go to Las Vegas and actually have a good time. *i'm 0 for 3*
68. Get someone else to do the 101 Goals list.
69. Wake up right after the alarm goes off for a week.
70. Go and see an opera.
71. Buy a new cell phone.
72. Get a new tattoo.
73. Go laser tagging.
74. Go a day without speaking.
75. Start and finish Europe scrapbook from first trip.
76. Drink the 8 8 oz. glasses of water needed everyday for a month.
77. Visit my family in Missouri.
78. Ride on a train - not BART-
79. Re-learn how to fold paper cranes and hang 1000 of them from my ceiling.*tell me you remember that book*
80. Shoot a gun.
81. Get fingerprinted at District Office - something i was supposed to do forever ago.
82. Sponsor someone in a charity walk.
83. Spend a day in San Francisco alone.
84. Get a new lipstick color that suits me.
85. Go on a cruise.
86. Beautify my desk space at Armijo.
87. Plan my funeral.
88. Visit all of the States. i'm probably a little over halfway done, i'll have to consult my list.
89. Stretch daily.
90. Fix the purses that need fixen'. *sew handles/pockets, buff leather, etc.*
91. Go somewhere cool with my dad.
92. Identify 100 things that make me happy.
93. Clear out the garage, as most of the clutter belongs to me and my childhood.
94. Memorize five of Shakespeare's sonnets.
95. Get a 3.3 GPA.
96. Write a piece of fan mail.
97. Watch a live Cirque Du Soleil show.
98. Learn how to make Mama's spaghetti.
99. Build a fort out of chairs and sheets, spend an hour in it.
100. Complete one year of Project 365.
101. Donate $10 for each goal not reached.
Custom Countdowns & MySpace Layouts
Sunday, December 7, 2008
We're kissing without kissing.
Abstract Expressionism..is there anything that is more of a trip? i mean there are the obvious stars of genre, De Kooning and Pollock to name a couple. But i just stumbled upon my favorite. Francis Bacon. His paintings resemble nightmares out of the darkest of brains. He was born in 1909 and died in 1992, and lived in Europe..which tells you what horrors he witnessed in his lifetime, thus explaining his penchant for the darkness in his work. i consider myself a slightly over the top morbid person who delights in most everything pertaining to death, ghosts, and other monsters. i was raised this way by my mother who is the same herself. So it should come to no surprise that i LOVE Bacon's work. He did a study of a piece by Diego Velazquez, my second favorite Spanish painter..followed only by Francisco Goya, another lover of all things dark. He painted a bunch of different interpretations of Velazquez's "Portrait of Pope Innocent X". My favorite is of course the most popular of these different studies.
Diego Velazquez - Portrait of Pope Innocent X
Francis Bacon - Study after Velazquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X
Kind of amazing, yes?
Alright - back to water molecules with their polar covalent bonds..UGH!! i fucking hate Science.
Diego Velazquez - Portrait of Pope Innocent X
Francis Bacon - Study after Velazquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X
Kind of amazing, yes?
Alright - back to water molecules with their polar covalent bonds..UGH!! i fucking hate Science.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
California in December.
i was in Vacaville tonight. Drinking a bit, after i finished a long essay. Around two in the morning Jenelle grabbed my arm and dragged my semi-belligerent self outside through the side gate of her house. i shuffled through the thousand yellow leaves on the ground and stood in the middle of the street sipping my Corona. Then i noticed what she was wanting me to see. The fog. It was eeriely beautiful . . . as cliche as that sounds. You could barely see the house across the street. The streetlights set off this wonderful yellow glow. In the near distance you could hear the geese honking on the Vaca High football field. It was without a doubt, one of the most breathtaking experiences in my life. Jenelle and i stood in the middle of the street for what seemed an eternity, silent...just listening to the sounds of December in California. It made me so incredibly happy to be alive and where i'm at in my life. It's amazing to feel that way sometimes. It happens only occasionally.
But when it does, holy shit is it amazing.
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So, you know that question that people always ask.
If you could host a dinner party with five people who were already dead, who would you invite?
Well, i know who i would invite.
Freddie Mercury
Oscar Wilde
Lucille Ball
Anne Frank
William Shakespeare
i'd be slightly worried that Freddie, Oscar, and Billy would engage in some freaky threesome though. But because it's MY dinner party, such things would be frowned upon and otherwise not allowed. That is of course, unless it would be okay for me to watch/partake in.
i don't know how or why i got to thinking about this nonsense. But i must admit that i took a few months to come to this conclusion. i ruled out quite a few people. Shuffled around the guest list. Switched people in, then out, then back in again. i feel that this would be a spectacular guest list. Hopefully when i die this can be made possible. i know some people may seem a bit strange, but i just love everything that came out of their brains and/or souls while they were alive. i feel like if i could take in their essence for only an hour or so it would truly be amazing experience.
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i thought about this year the other day, and i realized that it was over. i regret nothing that happened. i fully believe that this is the first time that i can say that. This was for sure a year that i will never forget. Not because it was an exceptional time full of wonderous memories. But more so because this year i grew as a woman more than i ever have in the time span that i have been alive. i think i am grateful for 2008, it opened my eyes to the horrible things that can happen to people...the sometimes harsh reality and how to deal/live with it all. i have matured a lot. It took me losing people from my life, gaining people in my life, experiencing new things, and no longer experiencing things that i used to do frequently to know that i am in fact, a good person. i am happy with who i am as a 23 year old woman. This next year i know that things are only going to change to another extreme. Everything in my life could possibly change. We'll find out sometime in July. Just around when i get back from Europe. i hate it so much. i hate the prospect of failure. College is just so fucked up like that. i truly cannot believe that i have arrived at this point in my life where i could actually enter "adulthood". It's almost sickening. Eh. i'm gonna go spoon with my Chihuahua now.
But when it does, holy shit is it amazing.
______
So, you know that question that people always ask.
If you could host a dinner party with five people who were already dead, who would you invite?
Well, i know who i would invite.
Freddie Mercury
Oscar Wilde
Lucille Ball
Anne Frank
William Shakespeare
i'd be slightly worried that Freddie, Oscar, and Billy would engage in some freaky threesome though. But because it's MY dinner party, such things would be frowned upon and otherwise not allowed. That is of course, unless it would be okay for me to watch/partake in.
i don't know how or why i got to thinking about this nonsense. But i must admit that i took a few months to come to this conclusion. i ruled out quite a few people. Shuffled around the guest list. Switched people in, then out, then back in again. i feel that this would be a spectacular guest list. Hopefully when i die this can be made possible. i know some people may seem a bit strange, but i just love everything that came out of their brains and/or souls while they were alive. i feel like if i could take in their essence for only an hour or so it would truly be amazing experience.
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i thought about this year the other day, and i realized that it was over. i regret nothing that happened. i fully believe that this is the first time that i can say that. This was for sure a year that i will never forget. Not because it was an exceptional time full of wonderous memories. But more so because this year i grew as a woman more than i ever have in the time span that i have been alive. i think i am grateful for 2008, it opened my eyes to the horrible things that can happen to people...the sometimes harsh reality and how to deal/live with it all. i have matured a lot. It took me losing people from my life, gaining people in my life, experiencing new things, and no longer experiencing things that i used to do frequently to know that i am in fact, a good person. i am happy with who i am as a 23 year old woman. This next year i know that things are only going to change to another extreme. Everything in my life could possibly change. We'll find out sometime in July. Just around when i get back from Europe. i hate it so much. i hate the prospect of failure. College is just so fucked up like that. i truly cannot believe that i have arrived at this point in my life where i could actually enter "adulthood". It's almost sickening. Eh. i'm gonna go spoon with my Chihuahua now.
Monday, December 1, 2008
i go through life like a karate kid
So i'm looking into the final details of my plane/train tickets to Europe. All i can say is that i am fucking stoked. May-June will be a blast, i'm going to most of the same places that i went to last time, with a few more thrown in there. London, Barcelona, Madrid, Rome, Florence, Venice, Paris, a shitload of a lot of places in Germany, and then Greece. i'm also lookin' into Switzerland and Austria..because - - well hell, there right in the middle of all of those damn countries.. it would be stupid to not hop off the train and check it out. Wasn't it in Vienna where Before Sunrise was set? Yeah, it could be worth it to check that out. i decided that this time i'm going to try and be a tourist more of the shit to see, rather than a tourist of the local bars/clubs. i'm gonna try real, real hard. Tickets are pretty reasonable right now *around a grand, nonstop*. There's something strange that i find myself thinking about when buying plane tickets for somwhere. You know how when you are on some site like expedia, and you enter in the destination and dates? There's a window that pops up with all the different options for you to choose from. i always think about which of those planes might crash. Like - - i'm lazy, so i always choose an afternoon flight over an early morning flight if the price is close. But as i pay for the afternoon flight i think about whether or not that one is destined to blow up and fall into the ocean in a molten pile of metal and human flesh. . . and if i should've sucked it up and picked the early mornign flight so that i can save my life. . . Can you tell i'm terrified of flying? i mean seriously, i am so afraid of flying it is DISGUSTING. i have to be completely trashed, and then even still i have to call my mom when i am getting ready to board the plane, in order to cry to her. Last time i flew to Europe on the ten hour flight i was schnockered on sleeping pills and red wine. i still couldn't manage to sleep (due in part to the old lady sleeping on my arm, the excellent movie choices, and the slight panic attack i was having). Whatever is the case i'm going to Europe this summer. . Here's praying that i don't come back this time.
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