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|Monday, August 24th, 2009|
|Silent movies in my head they play
House sitting has left oh such a void for contemplation, how frightening. But it comes. I'm thankful to have had friends over for at least an evening. All in the same it's been an alleveiation to have space for myself. I'm sure if I get a place for myself I will have all the lone time imaginable. Still I hope it happens and doesn't fall apart around me, though I do understand that my parents are much wiser financially than I am and their discouragement is towards my benefit in the interum. But I'm stubborn and unsure, so I move forward and hope I'm not always wrong.
I think I may be at a brief point in time where I can be ready for things that belong on the backburner to indeed dwell there. While I still frequently sabotage myself into dramatic reeling postions over that which has happened and is happening, unfixable with my hands, it doesn't scare me as much as it used to to be without people who I want to be bothered by not being with me. In more circumstances than not I wish I had a different reaction than what came. And who's to know if that really changes the other's reaction anyways. Some are just poised to fade away from you however it is possible. I make it very possible now, maybe that could make it easier to get over. I suppose it's all a pretty vague and unmemorable thing to blah about in a semi public forum. But it's good to whine sometimes.
Erica's was a fairly simple move, and with positively the best shower curtains you'd ever be lucky to see. Good choice, peach. Current Mood: thirsty
|Wednesday, July 29th, 2009|
|Time's a revelator.
I'm NOT a recreational drug user. But I got stitches in my hand last night, and so I'm a little poetic, in a sort of terrible way, under the medication I've been prescribed. I just wrote this awful poem, sharing:
David Bowie crashed my car into the moon
I have mermaid legs and a belvedere head
It surely smells like the dickens in here
Not high enough to go searching
But enough to suffice under a cover
Your is better than your are
In quarrel form
Cloroform, but you are as
testy as a tempest, are you not?
Prove me awry
Fettered as a terrapin lollipop
Urine, save me now!
Might not wash that off so soon
Benefit doubt, no doubting more of my mouth.
So bad. You're sort of relative.
So bad. Current Mood: anxious
|Tuesday, July 21st, 2009|
|Oh darling, let me breathe.
I've been having nostalgic flashbacks of a musical nature. I'll have not listened to music in extended time sequences and then, in my head, arrives a diapasonal beaucoup of it, inexplainable but not bothersome.
"You touch her skin, and then you think, that she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me, yeah she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me." Like 3 summers ago, I listened.
Have been trying new humiliating things. Skateboarding is one. I should be a "brofessional" in no time... Hahaha, no, not at all. But it's fun. Even falling on my coccyx and experiencing substantial pain when sitting down. Being open with those I've just met, like fileting open the body and letting them make what they want of your entrails. Of course, vulnereability. Wearing nothing but Day-Glo in public and proclaiming that freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose... I actually haven't done that one quite yet. Also attempts at being more candidly loving as opposed to forced with the family.
I recorded my singing yesterday for my new friend. An exercise in self abasement. I don't care though. Maybe it'll work out. At least on the end of my own volition.
That's all for now. Current Mood: indescribable
|Monday, June 8th, 2009|
|At night I trip without you
It looks as though i am not the only one in my tightly cropped lj circle who hasn't updated in a coon's age. I think I may start reactivating frequent updates, for my own boredom's sake. Let's see, things I'm excited for: My interviews, Camp Tomato, time for artwork and reading, and the blistering sunshine. Things I'm thankful for: Getting out of my house at the endof this month, Flight of the Conchords and Grey's Anatomy coming soon. Things I'm thinking: This could be the lamest entry I've ever written. Things I am anxious to do: Paint and draw pictured for family and friends. Something I just realized: I could have put all the things I listed under the same category... Well this entry wasn't exactly the stimulating work of written profundity I was hoping to relay, but maybe upcoming pages will be more alluring. Either way I won't worry. Current Mood: exanimate
|Wednesday, October 29th, 2008|
As I narrowly avoided a certain ephemeral housemate today, by escaping to a favorite housemate's room, I heard his bizarre trilly falsetto waft through the front door and down the hallway. His mantra: "Depression! Depression! Is gonna kill me!" With an creepily chipper disposition. How much can you really pity someone who flaunts their inner turmoil like a peacock feather? Hopefully his "Eastern Tour of Pompous" (as a certain friend likes to refer to it) will implant the enlightening seed of being humble.
Other than, I think things are working for now. I've gained at least 8 complimentary "you eat like crap" pounds that I guess I should work on casting off. But the winter coat of fat could also serve me quite well.
So I hope my tiny world in livejournal is kosher. Current Mood: anxious
|Saturday, May 31st, 2008|
|This is Bowie to Bowie, Can you hear me out there man?
I broke down and inherited a myspace. I say inherited because I had substantially little input on it's content. I LOVED my first blog: Subject:Chi-mo. Content: I am not one. song:Randy Newman something or other. Hilarious! I'm not really upset, except that I don't know how to fix a lot of stuff, and so my myspace sucks right now. I guess I deserved it in some weird way for letting primarily Liz "help me". Current Mood: cranky
Other than that, my mind has been on little else in the last 12 hours. It's pretty lame.
|Monday, May 12th, 2008|
I don't think this post will have anything at all to do with Helsinki. Well, that wouldn't be fair, so I'll tell you that Helsinki has an average of 121 rainy days a year. Wow. That's a lot of rain. Wow.
So today I was productively flipping thorugh channels and I happened to come upon what I am convinced is the most awful show on television, something on VH1 about stage Moms; you know, they that recruit their poor ignorant children into the spotlight of their own silly dreams so they can live vicariously through them. One gem I extracted from my brief experience was from one of the Mom's on the show talking to a stylist about what she thought her daughter should be made over as:
"What I've come up with that really nails her in 3 words: young Beyonce."
Not only are they greatly selfless people, they are also arithmatic geniuses. Bravo indeed.
Mother's Day seemed like a minor success, almost devoid of any family conflict. She really likes her fish, which is pleasant. I think I have eaten far more of her cake than she has though.
I will just leave you with this image of a Daubentonia Madagascariensis.
|Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008|
|Love at first inhalation
Today was a day filled with very minor torments. I had an interview with the Co-op and could not answer any questions intelligently, so I stammered and pawed my way around the standard questions, finally admitting that I simply wasn't able to use my words today. And I think they called my boss and that is why she was cranky with me today. Irrelevant.
Then she left me with a certain..."eccentric" coworker. He is quite a tyrant of humor normally, but today was an exceptionally bizarre day in his mind, and he had no qualms about making every small bit of that known. From combovers to high waters to literally destroying things to showing such films as Arnold Schwarzeneggers workout video from the early 80's to chasing to hiding to asking me questions that I obviously can't answer because they are too absurd to even come close to being understandable to screaming random nonsensical words and phrases to singing "Tiny Dancer"(complete with instrumental solos) substituted with my nickname at least 962 times. Maybe not literally, but I don't think it's my favorite song any longer. But it's over now, and what a day it was. Now if I could get his authentic vocal imitations of guitar solos from interfering with basically every song I have ever listened to out of my head.
Leah was also quite expressive today with her unique style of abstract modern art made out of whatever Rachel has around her desk. Mostly it was a nice rearrangement of things on th floor and chucking objects at me and origami paper boxes. Then Jesse later came to contribute to the ceremony. Then Liz later on, to chuck writing utensils at my head.
The best bumpersticker I've seen? "Don't eat your soul to feed your belly."
Devendra Banhart is dating Natalie Portman. It doesn't matter, but I said it. Current Mood: blank
|Friday, April 18th, 2008|
|Oh, I do believe
I saw a film today that was surprsingly moving. It was called "Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed". I saw it in Marysville and I'm not sure it's playing in many other places. It helped me understand better my beliefs and it was highly influential. At first I was pretty reluctant to see it, but my Mom convinced me, and I wasn't really expecting it to have an effect.
The film was a sort of documentary, with Ben Stein as the focal point (the clear eyes guy). It deeply investigated Darwinism and Intelligent Design. It wasn't biased, as some might think from the subject material, because he fairly and intricately interviewed both sides, even though he is Jewish. I know a lot of people don't believe in God, and I will not be so bold as to say that you would by watching this film, but it is a lot more interesting than it sounds, and I hope that some of you will see it. I also know that many of you are not looking for religion, but you may glean something out of it anyways. While many documentaries are tediously boring satires that are sometimes meant to make viewers angry and uncomfortable, this really just opened my mind, and I hope that someone else would be willing to watch it with me.
So that is my feeling today.
Peace Current Mood: contemplative
|Friday, March 28th, 2008|
My name is Jorge Regula. I'm walkin' down the street. I love you. Let's go to the beach.
I thought that was how I should start off.
Today I went kayaking in the midst of the ocean. No sharks to speak of, blast it, but whales! Kayaking was not as simple as I expected. Soon enough my arms were sore and I was frequently breaking, the oar in my lap, while my Aunt powered on like a Chevy truck. Like a rock. What terrible analogies. When the inevitable pangs of urination surfaces, I hopped out and relieved myself, all the while clinging to the kayak like a bad cyst. We called it quits after about 3 1/2 hours (rental time was 6) our little human arms overwhelmed by the current.
We then drove to a beach, where I attempted to snorkel for the first time. In my strange mind, there seemed to be no light to decipher between scuba diving and snorkeling. Because I could have sworn for a good 20 minutes or so that I could just as easily scuba dive wearing only snorkel gear. (What's a piece of plastic to undermine me! HA!)Well rather than sightseeing for that 20 mintutes I spent my time filling my belly with gigntic swells of sea water. I thought of all the urine and death I was swallowing. Somewhere after looking like a half dead drunk sea freak, I managed to teach myself to breathe through my mouth into the tube, not my nose, and not to go past where the air hole on that little tube ended. Marvelous. As it turns out, I now quite love the art of snorkel.
Upon returning to the house, I discovered a lovely yellow lizard corpse on the ramp. A cat had obviously toyed with it, taking it's tail as a
souvenir. I beleive it might have been pregnant. I buried it in the dirt
with a spoon. laying a flower on top.
And other than turning into a lobster negro, I'd say it really was a nice day.
My sincere doubts that this novel will be read in its entirety.
Peace Current Mood: drained
|Saturday, March 22nd, 2008|
It's North. I'm North of Kona. I cannot even properly figure out my directions, so I don't know how plausible moving here would be. But the people are dears for the most part. Except for today when I walked a couple miles to go grocery shopping and on my way back I'd arms full of groceries (I didn't entirely think that one through), and acouple men in a truck tackily "called" to me, but did not offer me a ride, that I believe I might have rejected. But a nice Hawaiian man and his son did pull over and give me a lift. I like that you don't have to be as scared of people here because the violence is so low. Drug use is way up there though.
It's not been a total laze fest. I worked quite a bit, including 9 1/2 hours yesterday helping the Irishman move. I made $280 this week, which should be sufficient for souvenirs, I would bet.
And otherwise I am drunken with scenery. Postcards with the palm trees and sunsets do this place no justice. In some places it looks like the ocean is part of the sky because it's so enormous. And there are little geckos and lizards galore. There are also mongooses (yes, that is the plural) during the day. They brought them here originally to take care of the rat problem, not knowing that mongooses hunt during the day, while rats emerge at night. So now they have wild cats everywhere to hunt them. Strange. There are also wild donkeys and goats, and warning signs of them along the roadside. I don't know how much of this I'm repeating. Oh well. The mosquitos and spiders did ravage my skin a couple days ago while we were working on this house out in what looks like an Indian jungle. A mosquito got my face today, but luckily there was lavender in the house, so the swelling is gone. Es ist sehr heiss!
I do miss me some homies though. I love and appreciate you all, and I will love to see you soon.
HOW do you change the icons on this thing! BAH! I've had the same pictures of Anthony Kiedis' beautiful face for decades now!
Peace Current Mood: contemplative
|Wednesday, March 19th, 2008|
|I'm just a jeepster for your love
So here resides temporarily I, in Waiamea, Hawaii, slightly south? of Kona. I am with mine Aunt and cousin in their log cabin like abode. I did not realize that their house would be as magnificent as it is. It is the most wide open house I have ever seen. When you walk in the giant oak door their is an enormous living room and kitchen connected, with a tree growing through it. Everything is wood, floors, walls, etc. I think it's maybe oak. Anyways, they live pretty high up on a mountain, and the view is spectacular.They call it "snob hill" because I guess everyone else who lives around here is rich and old. But the living room is surrounded by gigantic windows that lead onto a long porch, which overlooks all the trees, the valley and a volcano. Around their big yard are resplendently majestic trees of different kinds, including some fruit I can't pronounce, grapefruit tree, lemon tree, and some other food trees. And then there are amazing flowers everywhere. I am going to collect them in my tuckerbag and bring them home, klepto that I am. I guess the house was a total steal too. Luckies.
I am going to work by choice in the mornings while I am here, an Irishman is paying my Aunt, cousin and I $15 an hour to do whatever handyman work he needs. I worked today, and met him. He is 100% Irish, the thick accent and everything, and lives here 1/2 the year and Ireland the other. Here he owns a contracting business, and there he, I can't believe it, remodels castles. I saw some of the pictures of castles he has been remodeling and they are also magnificent! I don't think I will find the forbidden islands while I'm here, or a fat Samoan with whom to elope this trip, but maybe next time.
In other news, Sarah and I are no longer on the fritz, she actually called me yesterday at the airport.
Anyways, ridiculously long I know, but I don't know if I'll post anymore while I'm here. It might take away from the spirit of the whole thing. But feel free to write, email, livejournal, or call me, I'm sure now that I've said no more computers, it's inevitable I'll use it again.
Hope everyone is happy. Love and Peace Current Mood: curious
|Wednesday, February 27th, 2008|
I will start by saying again: THANK YOU (again) ERICA FOR DEVENDRA BANHART x'S 2! He is sooooooo good.
Did you know that flamingos turn pink from eating shrimp? I gained that wealth of knowledge from my Snapple cap. Sometimes I think I learn more things there than at college. I'm not such a sponge.... Anyways, gotta work all weekend, no fun for me! BUt I hope everyone else has a profoundly stellar time with whatever.
Other than these, would you like to know what's great? Well that would be tiny, tiny Paul Simon dancing like a pro. I felt compelled to tell all who aren't concerned.
And now good night.
|Wednesday, January 30th, 2008|
|If my cat looks scared, it's because he knows he's not going to heaven.
Not a great deal to report as of late, but nevertheless, here I am. I want to say things, even though it's usually nothing too substantial that ends up coming out.
I haven's cried in a very long time. I'm not sure if that means I am happy, content, or if I'm just all dried up. Some good things are happening, and some not so stellar. I'm still fixated narrowly on my perverbial paranoia about almost everything, but that's who I am for now I guess. I sincerely wish happy happenings upon you good people, and if you are sad ever, you know that whole open door/phone thing. If you're happy too. I hate the thought of ever growing old, and wasting time when I could have been doing otherwise with the lovely people. Anyways....I just hope I can pass college at this point and figure out what I'm a-gonna do. I could always find some sweet sugar daddy I guess.
I was hanging out with Sarah today and she said she was in the frame of mind to do something randomly and spontaneously like get a tattoo, so I challenged her to do it, and we went to Mount Vernon (Triumph Tattoos) and she got a treble clef on her ankle. It looks very nice. She is very excited.
Peace and Love Current Mood: undecided
|Thursday, December 13th, 2007|
|I am trouble, and I am troubled too
By my calculations it's been a long time since I dealt with this update diddlyboop, so I hope SOMEONE will read at least part of it. Hmmmmm, first I'll start by telling the story, unecessarily of course, about my superhero turned self abuse stunt. I was painting a christmas present a few says ago when I decided it would be a fast route to the kitchen by leaping over the back of the couch rather than walking around like a sophisticated person. So I proceeded to launch myself off the back, my sock slipped on the blanket that was draped over, therefore sending me face-first into the metal table behind the couch, then ultimately landing on the tile, left kneecap first...I wish I'd had a video camera present, because after the throbbing, I'm sure it would have been a truly hilarious sight. My knee is still swollen. Just another day in the life.
Now I will give my little excuse for possible christmas exchange present delays on my part. I acquired some food poisoning two nights ago, and have had a belly full of agony, plus a body well equipped with lingering pain from my initial story. Therefore, I cannot guarantee that my presents for Sunday will be all done, and in short, I wanted to make it clear that if any of those coming who might read this do not receive one of my silly gifts, it's coming,whether you want it or not. LOVES.
If you have not heard of Devendra Banhart, you ought check him out on youtube or something. Marvelous. A new favorite. Anyways.......I'm serious.
Peace Current Mood: nauseated
|Saturday, September 29th, 2007|
|As a joke I spend a bottle of whiskey, as you choke, you say I make you feel dirty
Instead of going to Jason webley in BELLINGHAM, we will now be seeing him in SEATTLE, (for 5$) and this will be more accomodating for everyone. Those who still don't want to go to that concert, can go clubbing or something. But I still want to go to Bellingham, as I told you darling, and I will still be going there if not that weekend, sometime around it.
So I hope all works out, I'm not going to be flustered about it anymore. It's on track I guess. Now all I have to do is figure out hotel stuff. So Krystal and Mehron, if you are still coming, and if you even read this, it would be cool if you could tell me if you still wanted to come or not. Love for everyone.
Peace Current Mood: contemplative
|Wednesday, September 26th, 2007|
The Seattle weekend. Well, on Friday, there is something that is VERY special to me in Bellingham that I am VERY excited to go to, and I would like to make a proposal, a "hitch" in plans, or as I would like to refer to it, a new invite. We will still be spending the weekend in Seattle, those who are still coming, but Jason Webley, a true love of mine, is doing a free concert, according to the Lerics, in Bellingham....FREE! I YEARNED for him to do a show I could go to! Anyways, I would like everyone who wants to go, to come with me down there on Friday, in the afternoon, and then if anyone who chooses NOT to go, can go to Seattle and we will give them money to get a hotel room or two, joining them later that night, or else if everyone comes we can go down late together. So, I must find a way to let everyone know, because not everyone I invited has a livejournal. And we will all have fun. I hope. Assuming this will work out for people.
ALSO, if you want to hear him beforehand, PLEASE go to youtube and look up the ,music video called "Eleven Saints" by Jason Webley. I can practically guarantee Love.
Peace Current Mood: hopeful
|Thursday, September 20th, 2007|
|Mmmmmmmmm, happiness tastes like a warm gun
Well all I can say is tiddlywinks.
I tried to actually work a few things out this week to be able to see folk before they started their real lives, and succeeded mostly, sucked in some areas:( Josh took me out on an official "date", only because I told him no one I had "dated"*ahemyeahright*had never taken me on an actual date. It was a little awkward, but it was a nice gesture for sure.
Saturday, Westicle invited me to go to Endfest, which he has tickets for, where Bright Eyes will be AND Smashing Pumpkins, and there is a good chance that I will not be going because I cannot seem to find someone to cover my shift. Swell. Wah wah, blah blah, what can you do, life goes on, you just have to complain sometimes, right? Yes.
I guess it's not such a primo time to be asking. floop.
Peace Current Mood: anxious
|Friday, September 14th, 2007|
|My kind's your kind, I'll stay the same
My biological father contacted me today via email. His wife contacted me yesterday and sent me some pictures. It's strange for me to be finding all these people within the last few years that I don't really have an emotional connection to but are strangely fused to me. I think we look more alike than my mother and I (not just because of the blackness). I tried to insert an image of him, and another half-sister of mine, but it probably didn't work. Oh well. I have two more half sisters than I knew about, I have learned.
Anyways, I'm off to satisfy the Man's customer service demands. I'll see what's going on with you groovy folks later.
|Saturday, September 8th, 2007|
So being the silly that I am, I left Turtles house in a rush today, changing as I drove, only to arrive at my place of work and find out I do not work today. At all. A rarity. I could have lazed around for HOURS more with Turtle, AND saved myself a great deal of gas. I do, however, work tomorrow at both jobs, at the same time (I guess I will only be at one in spirit), and tomorrow is when Sarah wants to take me to the Muse concert. Oh, th sweet peril! Aghast! Anyways.
I'm excited for upcoming adventures, my dear sir, you know who you are.
Rachel's livejournal question of the day that she doesv't expect an answer to:
What is the logic behind cowboy hats? There must be a reason for them to be so ridiculous looking.
Peace and Love Current Mood: apathetic