Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

We gonna rock unto electric avenue

and then we'll take it higher! Happy Inauguration Day!! Go OBAMA!!!!!

Monday, January 12, 2009

The weekends journey

I had to get away. No longer talking to the one I love, for the first time, absoultely no contact. So far it's been hard. But to make it easier I went away over the weekend so that I could force myself not to lay around like I always find myself doing these weekends (as of late).

I decided several hours before I left, rushed home and packed far too much, as always. This time I took the chinatown bus. Fell asleep the whole way there. Once I was there I was stranded and a bit annoyed, my face was full of SHIT, I had a terrible headache, I just wanted to get to Ruths pad and fall asleep.

The next day I woke up late. Face still FULL. My throat felt like I had a bubble just stick in the back, wanting to pop. My ears and hearing diminshing as well. But my winter-wonderland was near. It was snowing and I was excited. The plan was to go to chinatown but it didn't happen. Eventually went out to union square and got everything I have been wanting from forever 21 for the past 3 months, and some more (excpet this one dress). But that was successful. Of course through out my whole trip I spent too much, I don't even want to look at my bank account. For once, I will be alright though.

I'll fast forward to later in the night when we finally went out. Music sucked at places, it was all electro shit, and I needed good music in my life. I needed biggie, I needed reggae, I needed anything I could sing and move to freely, just so I didn't have to think. Finally, the DJ played what I requested- I was told he would if I danced by him. So I did what I had to do. Soon, a dyke fell in love with me. She told me I was the only one in there that really knew how to dance. I danced with her a little, not even sexual really. But she insisted on putting her chain around me and telling me I was cool as shit and I gotta come to NY more. Her name was "She" for Sheena. That was interesting.

Sunday, I got up in enough time to get my daily NY Dunkin Donuts and head to chinatown for my bus ride. The lady at the counter was this eency-weency-tiny BITCH. She was so rude to only white people. It was incredible.

I intended on blogging on the way back. But before I nodded off, I jotted down things I was pondering on a bar reciept, things to blog about. Things I just read about in ID mag. I'll save some of the good shit for later. Some of the other notes looked like this:

- life & colds, going to work (I think I was thinking about how colds don't affect our going to work anymore, being an adult rarely leaves room for excuses).
- fashion designer- (I think I was reminscing on at one point when I was little I wanted to be one)
- blocking shit out for a long time (I guess I was thinking about how I would be needing to do this)
- Know when I get back to normal, slump (self explanatory, and yes, last night was REALLY hard)
- Roomates (I realized not having roommates allows me to self loath and be lazy because there is no one around to make me do otherwise, this might be bad)

Maybe this will all make me go out and do some more self discovery, go open myself up to this world, there is so much to see after all! Even a night of listening to some jazz would be beneficial.

Sunday, January 11, 2009


Ruth: They're all too chill and like "Oh. Heh heh heh, cool." Just bouncing off of each others dullness. They're like 'The Hills' people.
Me: I want to go find Whitney. Let's go find her.
Ruth: Bwahahahaha

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Hunter S. Thompson

Ken Kesesy, Tom Wolf, Electric Kool Aid Acid Test. Psychos, Love, drugs, Hells Angels, Neil Cassidys wife banged by Hells Angels....

Just watched Gonzo, the Hunter documentary, and even though I understood this before, I understand it even better now:

Also, some good songs that fit nicely to the documentary:

# The Rolling Stones: “Sympathy for the Devil”

# Bob Dylan: “Maggie’s Farm”

# Bob Dylan: “Ballad of a Thin Man”

# Jefferson Airplane: “Somebody to Love”

# Lou Reed: “Walk on the Wild Side”

# Brewer and Shipley: “One Toke Over the Line”

# Janis Joplin: “Piece of My Heart”

# Creedence Clearwater Revival: “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”

# Elton John: “Candle in the Wind”

# Norman Greenbaum: “Spirit in the Sky”

# Bob Dylan: “Mr. Tambourine Man”

# Warren Zevon: “Lawyers, Guns and Money”

Friday, January 2, 2009

My h(o8)

I sat here an tried to think of eventful things in 08. Sadly, I don't remember too many significant things. Unfortunately, lots of being unhappy in the beginning of the year I believe.

In January, not many came out to my birthday, and I remembered being sort of sad about it. The next few months after are sort of a blur. I had started a new job at the doctors office and soon after fell into swollen lips and hive outbreaks, only to find out it was stress. I barely visited new york this year, but when I did, I accidentally spent $60 on a lapdance. BLOWN (silly story- ask me).

I learned to be a good worker. I traveled to Nicaragua and had an amazing time. I re-realized drinking still isn't my thang. I busted my ass working and schooling full time, and am very proud of myself for that. I tried to spend some time volunteering or doing good deeds.

I took the time to enjoy christmas and enjoy my christmas tree. I got myself a macbook, and a new job (that I plan on taking very seriously).

I took the election very seriously and fell in love with our new president. I watched the world change.

The thing I gathered most about myself is that I overcame some type of shyness. I think I am much better at conversating with people and just enjoying me for me. I think I still have some improvement to do in social settings, but I know I am very friendly and open, and I enjoy it.

I never make resolutions. And I still don't have any for this year. But I suppose I will try my best to make myself happy, be a good worker, travel, and VALUE life....oh yeah and write more :)