Missed Youuuu

Dang, people. HOW ARE YOU?! I haven't posted on blogspot in a freaking long time. Tumblr has got me by the...ouchies. It is 5:41AM as I'm typing this! Why?! Cause I like to party.

Actually, I'm working on a paper, and I don't want to spend all day doing it.

So. you're spending all night doing it?

YEAH.

Makes sense.

Well, I try.

Not hard enough, apparently.

What?

Oh. Nothing. I was just talking to myself.

Oh, that's funny. I do that all the time.

Yeah, I noticed.



Anyways, I was reading through my old blogspot posts and realized the genius of my earlier writings. Haha, no I just looked through them and actually had a really good time going through all that old stuff. I got to thinking about how I never post longer blog posts anymore and how much I miss that. Tumblr isn't really the place for that. But I feel like blogspot is a little user shy, as opposed to user friendly. Maybe I'll test out wordpress! Anyways, this was a fun distraction.

Oh and I've been listening to French radio for the past hour and half. It's so good! When the radio hosts talk, it makes me feel like I'm in France! It kinda helps that there's a thing of grated smelly cheese on my desk. So I have the auditory and olfactory senses of France going on. Now I just need the 3 other senses...

Taste: Champagne. Not 21 yet.

Visual: Desktop background of everything France (poodles, Eiffel tower). I like my foodporn.com background too much to change it.

Touch: My multicolored pen is made in France! DONE.

On 18 December 2009 I was Thinking...

So I am here alone in my college apartment and here's what I was thinking...

I'm sitting here at my computer, going on Facebook and youtube and stuff. If someone were to try to break in, I think I would seriously try to put it in my Facebook status rather than try to call someone. Four reasons.

1. Someone might not answer if I call.

2. The crappy phone that I have would probably die while I would try to make the call.

3. Even if I did call someone, the intruder/serial killer would totally hear me and that's game over. Staying alive fail.

4. People go on Facebook all the time and see status updates and stuff.

The Davis Police Department should make a facebook account. Then, all you would do is befriend them and comment on their wall every time someone tries to kill you. That would be hilarious if you were to post a comment on their wall and you were like, "THERE ARE INTRUDERS IN MY HOUSE AND I AM HIDING UNDER MY BED," and one of your friends 'likes' your comment, or comments on it with "you're so effed LOL."

So yeah, that's what I was thinking today.

Click this thingy to enlarge the picture so you can see my potential status if I were ever to be in this situation.

Christmas Break! Yay!

Dang, I have no idea what to write about. It's almost a week into winter break, and it's been pretty boring. I eat out way too much. 'Much' is a weird word. Much. MUTCH. Hutch. Hitch? Will Smith. Okay.

That's always the best way to end a paragraph/transition into a new paragraph- with a black person. What? Try it next time you have an essay to write for that class you're failing. Improvement. Guaranteed. So I'm getting into GLEE, which is totes high-larious. Also, probs gonna get back into Lost and catch up. So that means that from the point that I stopped watching Lost up to the last episode, I have something like 65 episodes to watch. Oh daaaaaarn. *sarcastic sad face* Michelle Obama.

So like I said, it's winter break. Christmas shopping. Ugh. No cash money on me. -__- If that song goes, "mo' money, mo' problems," then, for me, that means no money. no problems. I don't think that's true. With the money that I don't have, I want to buy a new pair of fake glasses since I broke them at the beginning of the year. That incident totally screwed me over considering that those glasses were made for people with perfect vision. And now that they're broken, I can't see. That's how it works. Look it up. Ben Franklin. Bifocals. Battlestar Galactica. Near-sighted people get glasses for their near-sightedness. Far-sighted people get glasses for their far-sightedness. Near-sighted glasses break, near-sighted people can't see. Far-sighted glasses break, far-sighted people can't see. Same thing. 50 Cent.

I drink coca-cola way too much. Muuuuuuuch. Also, something related to that. I just vacuumed our living room for something around half an hour. Our vacuum cleaner does not suck, which is a huge insult to all vacuums everywhere. Someday natural selection will weed out all the non-sucky vacuums and eventually we'll all have dyson vacuums.

George Foreman.

Delayed Art, Academic Progress, Quicktime.

I've been meaning to post some pictures/art that I've had in mind recently. But it's finals week! So maybe I'll post that shiz as a sort of break from studying.

Also, I am sort of on my way to being a psych major! And I have recently decided to try to minor in communications! Fun stuff. So that's a music-trumpet performance and bachelor of arts in psychology double major with a minor in communications.

So sad that this quarter is already over :(

The Great Art Form is Us

There's a reason for everything.

And art is deliberate.

Life is art.

Let's Be Honest.

Why can't we say what we're thinking of?

Why can't we listen? Really listen.

Are we so afraid to face what might make our stomachs weak?

I think so.

Plea please. Say what you feel. Resolve.

See sea secrets build tidal waves behind our backs.

Snippet.

I feel like sometimes this blog exists so that someone out there might look at it and think that my life is interesting.

My Head Hurts.

Sometimes I feel like giving up. Where are those friends to talk to? To lean on? Just when things get difficult.

Is there anybody out there?

Time is a Progressively Speedy Sadist.

Time is moving so fast and I just don't want to keep up. It's pulling me down a steep slope faster and faster. I'm always looking for something to hold on to, something to slow me down, something to take me back.

Time is a sadist. Dragging us away from our happy moments and holding us down when we're suffering.

Time is counterintuitive and just not enough.

People are Hard to Please.

Damn, it's hard to be an artist. Living in a world of subjectivity. Undergoing judgment as a way of putting food on the table.

Originality.

It seems like a lot of blogs out there are of pictures or art that someone else has made. At least the 'artsy' ones seem like that. Is that just me?

Fred and Buddy having their first Big Mac... Here's my amateur attempt at making these pictures look sort of like polaroids, or at the very least, like faded photos. Couldn't decide which one was better. Can you tell me?

Got my Urban Outfitters package the other day.

No, no. Thank YOU.

Reenforcing Realization.

I worked out for the first time in a long time yesterday. I came into the ARC looking for a stationary bike to start my work out. But as I walked through the massive building looking for the old familiar machines I used to use, I found that they had been replaced with newer, state-of-the-art bikes with big fancy LCD touch screens complete with iPod functionality, cable television, and virtual bike paths going through pixelated mountain ranges, all underneath 40-something inch HD televisions mounted to the once blank walls. Unnecessarily extravagant. I was intimidated. What happened to the simpler machines I knew before? Reluctant, and unaware of how to use the new-fangled device, I stumbled through the software, and attempted to find a cardio program that I was familiar with. Somewhere in the midst of the mechanical maze, I had found the program I was looking for.

Okay. Cool. Now what? Press this. Okay, new screen. Enter your age. No problem.

One. Nine.

....

*delete* *delete*

Two. Zero.

Enter.

*sigh*

Two Incidents Meet

after practicing at the music building

waiting for the bus to take me home

Brand New Birthday

Passed out on the overpass
Sunday best and broken glass
Broken down from the bikes and bars
Suspended like spirits over speeding cars
You and me were kings over the parkway tonight
And tonight will go on forever while we
walk around this town like we own the streets
and stay awake through summer like we own the heat
Singing "everybody wake up (wake up) it's time to get down"
(everybody, everybody wake up its time to get down)
And when I pass the bottle back to Pete
on the overpass tonight, I bet we laugh

I'm gonna stay eighteen forever (cut me open)
So we can stay like this forever (sun poisoned)
And we'll never miss a party (this offer...)
cause we keep them going constantly (...stands forever)
And we'll never have to listen (new haircut)
to anyone about anything (new bracelet)
cause it's all been done and it's all been said (eyeliner)
we're the coolest kids and we take what we can get

The hell out of this town
Find some conversation
The low fuel lights been on for days
It doesn't mean anything
I've got another 500, 'nother 500 miles
before we shut this engine down,
we shut it down

I'm gonna stay eighteen forever (cut me open)
So we can stay like this forever (sun poisoned)
And we'll never miss a party (this offer...)
cause we keep them going constantly (...stands forever)
And we'll never have to listen (new haircut)
to anyone about anything (new bracelet)
cause it's all been done and it's all been said (eyeliner)
we're the coolest kids and we take what we can get (wait forever)

(you're just jealous cause I'm young and in love)
Eighteen forever (first kisses)
(your stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation)
So we can stay like this forever (new stitches)
(you're spending all your nights growing old in your bed)
And we'll never miss a party (collar weekend)
(and your tearin up your photos cause you wanna forget... it's over)
cause we keep them going constantly (appearance ticket)
(you're just jealous cause I'm young and in love)
And we'll never have to listen (November to...)
(your stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation)
to anyone about anything cause it's all been done (...remember)
(you're spending all your nights growing old in your bed)
and it's all been said (nightswimmers)
(and your tearin up your photos cause you wanna forget... it's over)
we're the coolest kids and we take what we can get

Just jealous cause we're young and in love
You're just jealous cause we're young and in love
You're just jealous cause we're young and in love
You're just jealous cause we're young and in love
You're just jealous cause we're young and in love
You're just jealous...

It is my birthday today. I wish I was still a teenager!

Puzzle Blogs

Are blogs puzzles? Do some writers write hoping that someone out there, in the far corners of the internet world, will decode the words, the descriptors, the connotations, the denotations, that he or she writes and completely understand and identify with what he or she is going through? Was there anyone out there who read my last post and pictured a college kid who had just come back to his apartment from a very productive day, sitting at his computer, barely awake, typing slowly, posting just because he hadn't posted in a while? Was there anyone out there who felt what I felt as they read my last post, or any other post for that matter? Maybe. Just a thought, I suppose.

Will there be someone who gets this?

Most likely.

For the Sake of Blogging

Oh jeez. I'm pretty darn tired. Listening to Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Wearing my non-prescription buddy holly readers. Typing typing typing. Eyes closed.Waiting. Listening. Typing. Resting.

Davis Year 3, Moving House, and Dumpster Treasures

rescue:scene is currently in Davis, CA! My good friend Emma was so kind and gave me a 9 hour ride from America's Finest City to the Bicycle Capitol of the U.S. of A. We got in last Tuesday, which means I have been here for a whole week! This entire week I have been moving house. Moving stuff from apartment to apartment is such a hassle. I highly advise choosing a very nice place that you are most satisfied with and sticking to it. But most of that business is done with, I just have some little things to organize. Our abode is in quite an unappealing state. We have a handful of people stashing their belongings in our place for the summer, and at the moment it looks like a very unkempt thrift store. That having been said, I am excited for everyone else to move in so that they can put their things away in their proper places, thereby eliminating the thrift storiness that is Avalon 47.

I also have a bunch of clothes that I don't wear. I'm thinking of selling them to a thrift store for some quick monies.

Oh, and since Davis is a college town, there are tons of apartments. So around 1 September, the leases to all of the complexes end. Because most college students are lazy, they just throw out there unwanted furniture and goods on the streets for the taking. I am happy to say that I found a George Foreman grill with a bun warmer, and a baking pan filled with fridge magnets. The magnets were dozens of Spanish words, so I can work on making nonsense sentences. And the other magnets were various magnetic cutouts of clothing and various items which can be arranged and attached in a number of ways to a nearly nude magnetic Barack Obama figure. He apparently wears boxer briefs. I also forgot to mention that I found a John McCain bobblehead. I'll have to post some pictures of these things later on. Too lazy right now.

Should be Sleeping

It's almost midnight and Emma will be here in about 5 hours to pick me up so that we can head to Davis! I am so excited! Why am I blogging right now? Goodnight!

Panorama, Websites, Trialogue

Okay, so I'm not too sure how to make this picture larger without it being pixelated... I'm not too too tech-savvy. But this picture is a panorama of La Jolla, from the top of Mt. Soledad! I went there recently with my friend Emma, and it was quite refreshing! The burritos from El Azteca were a nice touch. Click the picture to see it in full size! Trust me, it looks much better. Actually, that's just an opinion. Like, you know, you could totally just enjoy it from here in its smaller form if that's what you're into. You know, what do I know, right? Maybe you're into minimalism or something. There I go assuming things about the people who read these things! I'm not trying to tell you what to do or whatever. I'm just saying...

But really, please click the picture.

Also, some great new websites I stumbled upon...

indiepassion.blogspot.com - a blog about all things indie music. great resource for those looking for some new auditory musings within the indie genre.

blogotheque.net - cool French website about bands that they get to come to play in the streets of France.

truckspills.com - interesting things that have fallen from the back of trucks such as whale intestines... what?

Yeah. Whale intestines.

How does that happen?

Dude, you just gotta check that website to find out. But I will tell you that the story and pictures are ridiculous!

Cool beans. I feel like you use the word 'ridiculous' too much. It's taking away from the meaning of the word.

Well, what would you have me do, Alfred?

Endure. (Dark Knight reference anyone?)

Alright, thanks for the random convo at the end, Gerald. Why do you always have to... *sigh* Whatever, man.

Performance Jury

So my music performance jury is coming up this October. I don't know if I'll be ready. I've practiced a lot, but I feel like sometimes I've taken steps backward. Maybe they're just the off days that every musician has now and then and I'm just letting those get me down. But I feel like I should have improved so much more than I have by now. It makes me really sad. I am really worried that I won't pass this jury...