relationships

are so strange.

just when you think you've got things figured out, new things spring on you. there are "rules" that we should obey, but when we don't, is it unhealthy? and does going backwards mean regression or progress? the end of the year brings up new thoughts about what we think we "should" or "shouldn't" be doing. wake up.

true story

on my to-do list is to make a to-do list

xmas joke

(courtesy of mi prima)

q: what's the difference between santa and tiger woods?






a: santa only has 3 ho's

melt!

fact: fondue can get you buzzed.
melt's classique neufchatel apparently uses about half a bottle of wine/brandy in it.
sure enough, the buzz started after only about 5 or six bites!
cheese that gets you tipsy? i think i've found my favorite new thing.

steppin' it up

the bums are steppin' it up.
walked by one asking someone for a "couple of bucks."
what ever happened to spare change?

the people under the stairs (1991)

nothing like a scary movie on christmas.
it's zombie-tranny-ghetto all rolled into one.
might i ask: no one can hear the guns? really?!

hangover

how long does it take for one to get over one?
does nausea tend to set in and hang out for days just cause it feels like being a jerk?

read:
.don't drink caffeine
.drink lots of water and vitamin c like oj
.eat so your belly soaks up the booze
.the irish drink pickle juice. (have to try that one)

'cmon science, find us a cure!

whooooo!

fall semester is officially over!!!
there was an instance of high powered running today which exhausted my lungs.
must train for inca trail...

as a reward, i'm treating myself to mitchell's ice cream. it's the best ice cream ever.
while bi-rite is fantastic too, mitchell's has an unbeatable selection.
love:
.banana
.tropical 4
.buko

hoorah!

finals

failed miserably.

multiple choice and literature do not get along well.
they don't even like to shake hands.

haha

"i just picked a big bouquet of oopsie daisies"

-american dad!

distractions

it's hard to study when 30 rock lures me with its comedy.

best funny shows ever include:
.arrested development
.30 rock
.the office
.seinfeld
.the simpsons
.frasier
.southpark
.friends

:/

it's been years!
it's the homerun of school...finals are next week and everyone's feeling the heat.
there was a takeover at sfsu a few days ago. a bunch of people took over the business building and barricaded the doors and whatnot. i have mixed feelings over this. while i do condone protesting for what you believe in and can see their reasoning behind taking the business building in particular (not as many cuts in that department compared to the humanities and art etc...), i find their "list of demands" (check it out at occupysfsu.wordpress.com) quite idealistic (not that it's not admirable) but i do think they should've stayed on topic, this is, the budget cuts. yes, it's true that there are less classes and less space, less days of school (i think almost a quarter less!) and well, less of everything. students should be speaking up. how? well, keeping it old school and taking it to sac-town for one. i've done some lobbying in my life, have you? don't bitch and fail to speak to your own politicians.
well, i should be graduating after spring. should be. we'll see how it goes..

nausea

i've read that remedies include:
.ginger (in pretty much all forms)
.mint (sprig or tea)
.crackers

i will be testing out the first.




important tip of the day:
cook your pastas and/or rices ALL the way through before consuming them. (or you will regret it)

orange county

Inspires me to write cause I have so much to talk shit about.
Examples:
.last night I watched the news and learned that a kid (8 or 9 years old) had been hit by a truck and was killed. Apparently this guys truck had been lifted up so high that he couldn't see the boy riding across the street on his bike. Ah, lifted trucks: Small penis or short guy? I find them to be analogous.
.I don't have a car so I literally am stuck at home because public transit here is so horrible. I don't even know a number to call for bus times. Is there even one?!
.yes white person, I speak as much English as you do. But my vocabulary consists of more adjectives.

full bladders ruin everything

I had an incredibly intense EOD dream! It was somethere between 2012 and the road but set in san francisco, it had to have been a few days after some sort of catastrophe but I remember driving a bus on the golden gate only to discover that half it was missing. I immediately radioed it in and remember holding the mic and repeatedly saying, "Don't use the bridge!" And then I was underground or something where there were hundreds of people around looking for food. I decided I would try to resurface and went to use the bathroom. When I came out, I saw three girls I knew and kissed one goodbye which made one of the other ones jealous and...

Then I woke up cause I had to use the toilet.
Blast!

eff patriarchal, mysogynistic religion

At wedding rehearsal, I quote the pastor:
"I will explain duties as husband and the duties as wife to be submissive."

And then when __________________ (the bride) says "introduce us as mrs. and mr. _______________ ," the pastor quickly corrects her and says, "no, it's MR. and mrs. ________________ . The man always comes first."

I was like, "oh heeell no he dint just say that, shieeeet!" to the bridesmaid next to me. This is why I don't go to church.

back again

In socal. Twice in a week; that's a record. Technology is amazing. I drove last time and it took six hours, but flew this time around and it took one. One-sixth the time! Fabulous! I'm torn between the modern and the strange sense of age I've always had within me. I've always been told that I seem older than I actually am. Nevermind that I have an affinity for old lady sweaters and beautiful things made before my time. I thought about the transition between records to eight-tracks to cassettes to cds and now to digital music, something intangible but there for you to listen to when you press a pretty button. What lies for the future? I imagine a music procession emerging out of thin air.

love&marriage

i will be in a wedding this coming saturday. ah, love and marriage goes together like a horse and carriage. does it though? i can't see myself ever getting married. sure, i could have a longtime lover, but marriage seems so...final. i feel as though getting married means having a paper that forces you to be with another person and if it doesn't work out, you have to take further action to undo the relationship. it seems like a business transaction. need american citizenship or tax deductions? get married.
maybe i'm just cynical. yeah, i guess it's a celebration of love and commitment, but do you really have to kick it up a notch to prove that you love each other? i'd like to have a i'm-not-getting-married ceremony someday. me and my partner would celebrate our decision NOT to get married and have an awesome reception with a jazz band and drinks and a five-tiered cake. the works. marriage: overrated or is it just me?

bum search

went lookin for 'em, but couldn't find 'em.
weird how when you search for them, they're nowhere to be found, but when you don't care, they're everywhere!


observations of the day:
.don't talk shit; the person may just happen to walk by the exact same moment
.life can be full of those "so close, but not close enough" happenings
.good hugs are hard to come by

grateful for

.family
.boyfriend
.new friends and old
.warm roof over my head in sf
.never having a starving belly
.my health, even though my belly burns after spicy food:/
.clean water to drink
.the ability to attend college
.my wits
.my sister living close by
.milan kundera for writing the unbearable lightness of being and changing my life
.my job and fantastic friends there
.opportunities to travel
.books
.beautiful music
.cheese
.trees
.not having to pay for water
.fruit
.thrift stores
.pacific ocean
.efficient public transportation
.birth control
.outer space
.glasses
.toilet paper

To be continued...

blood

Identity is a funny thing. You're only ever what you've been told and I've found that my ethnic stats have been incorrect this whole time. And I've only just learned where my parents are from. And how do I see myself as a hybrid child? My very self identity eludes me.

mrs. parker and the vicious circle

Sharp wit and sexual intrigue. It was a fantastic film. Spanning 3 decades, dorthy parker's life unravels on the screen and we like petite voyeurs are fascinated by the wild lifestyle of the algonquin round table years set in 1920s ny, ny. Her poetry is recited aloud through the actress who looks right into our eyes and strikes us with lyrical punches.

bermuda triangle

Anyone who's ever driven on the 5 through central california knows that it's a place where one gets lost in the hypnotic road. I'm in the backseat driving through the darkness and every mile looks like the last, as well as the 20 miles before that. Isn't it such a trip to move for hours and feel like you're not going anywhere?

stay slim

read on cnn that 4 gangsters from peru were arrested for transporting human fat to be sold, probably for beauty products. this is why i mostly by natural/organic products. um, just wondering, does human fat yield better fat than animal fat? i mean, that's why "whale wars" exists, right? some japanese groups out there are whaling so they can suck the fat out and make lipstick and whatnot. whale fat seems pretty prime, but is human fat better? well, humans do eat mcdonalds... anyhow, the peruvian police are investigating 60 missing persons in possible relation to the fat ring. i'm not fat enough to kill FOR my fat so i think i'm good. i'll see you soon, peru.

fin

finished "the road." mccarthy's style, i've realized is hemingway-esque, where his language is very detail oriented in action. mccarthy, of course, is quite noir. my brother, who also read the novel, hated the ending and i think it's perhaps because it doesn't consist of a hollywood-type of "happy" EOD ending. i'd say it's hopeful, nonetheless, and dream-like in its alteration of the world.

my eyes are lonely now. i think i'll have to get to finishing something else like james baldwin's "if beale street could talk," another novel i started but have yet to finish. i'm re-energized and have a new wave of frenzy for letters and mind pictures.

the road

trying to finish cormac mccarthy's heart-warmingly morbid novel before it comes out in theatres next week. started it back in july but never finished (so many books to finish...) but since thanksgiving is coming up, i'll be going home and watching the film with my family. you should always watch EOD films with loved ones.

i'm not sure how the film will fare compared to the text since hollywood tends to butcher books that are turned into movies. the novel so far is really creepy and thrilling but is at the same time has heart-felt moments that don't render cheesiness (unlike in 2012). it does ask us philosophical questions about surviving during the post-apocolyptic world and it's implications when it involves children, the ethics of survival (pillaging and cannibalism) and agency over the right of one's life and death. fantastico!

meditating on all these questions while i lay in bed coughing my lungs up.

like a train

the cold has come. coughs, hot/chills, and unrelenting tiredness. is there a reason that people get sick during this time of year (vs other seasons)? it's curious. i don't think weather plays a part cause it's always unpredictable here.
so speaking of being sick, i fear going to the doctor to get something for my throat. how much is it going to cost me? cause i work part-time in a cafe. i can't afford to pay for american health care.

quips and quibbles of the day.
.don't ever ask me to "serve" you, cause i'm not your server, nor an underpaid-illegal-migrant worker
.coughing as an employee at a restaurant invites disgusted looks from customers
.i wiiiiiiiiiiish i could see the meteor shower that's occurring tonight at 1am a la leonid :(

reunited and it feels so good

the hookers are back on my corner!
and i must say, they have nice legs.
(wait, why do guys have such nice legs?)

plug #2

kysha hobbs art show
@ la provence on 22nd and guerrero in the mission
tues nov. 17th 7-10pm

come for art and more art

sick dreams

i don't know what it is about being sick, but you start to have really strange dreams. maybe it's the fact that you're not in rem, but in a state between asleep and awake so you're dreaming and thinking and imagining all at the same time. the manifestations are weird, but intriguing nonetheless.
well, tried to fight the cold from coming in with lotsa emergen-c and oj but alas, it still got me. the key is to keep taking in vitamin c (almost to the point of ODing), getting rest, and a giant helping of the office and/or 30 rock.
well i do declare.

i'm gonna throw up,

cause she's so gorgeous.
and she has mad style.
i'm gonna hire a detective and find out where she lives so i can steal her closet. hangers and all.

alexachung.

sleep

there really is such a thing as too much. at the threshold, i start dreaming weird dreams. today's consisted of a wild backpacking trip with a really long, steep natural water slide. i can't swim, but i enthusiastically went for it anyway and survived. what does it mean? are those dream books in the metaphysical section at borders accurate in decoding my inner desires/fears? or maybe i just really want to slide down an awesome water slide.

motivation

there really is such a thing as "senioritis." why is it that when you've created some momentum toward your goals that you start to regress? it seems to be some sort of psychological battle within oneself, something self-destructive. and many, many people possess self-destuctive qualities. i wonder if it's a product of the modern age or if there's some sort of natural force that makes people fear success, cause it would make sense that the only way to go from being up at the top is down.

irony at its best

spent 15 minutes walking around the neighborhood with sandwiches at hand to give to the homeless. to my surprise, they were all eating chinese take out. every time i spotted a potential free-sandwich-candidate, they were already chomping on noodles. as i was handing someone a sandwich, some other guy LITERALLY swooped in and gave them food at the same time i did. the homeless are well taken care of here. i can sleep a little easier tonight.

baking

pumpkin bread.

other delicious breads:
.banana
.olive
.injera
.apple cinnamon
.garlic naan
.focaccia from delancy's
.cranberry/current baguette de la boulange
.sourdough
.cheddar and garlic sourdough
.middle eastern flat bread


are amongst my favorites.


i think i'd like to eat and write. eat, write, and travel. yes, that's the dream.

kill

for these.


by chie mihara

art show

art by kysha hobbs

la provence on tues.nov. 17th from 7-10pm
mission district. 22nd and guerrero
come for paint, wine and hors d'oeuvres<3

just like everybody else

Just when you think you're unique, you find out you're not. Saw someone who does this one quirky thing I've always done. I'm not alone! Sad knowing I'm just like everybody else.

irks

.i've observed many, many girls in the bathrooms at school pull not one or two, but THREE or MORE paper towels out of the dispenser to dry their hands. do you have ogre hands, ladies? the ironic thing is that it even says "please only take one" on it. it's amazing how people don't understand that paper is made from trees. yes, there is recycled paper out there but only a fraction of institutions carry it and distribute it. don't buy/support kimberly clarke if you can help it because the paper company uses virgin trees to produce their paper products.
.the heating system at sfsu. why is it that i'm cold outside and then BLAZING hot inside of my classes?! i have to take off my sweater and still i'm not quite comfortable. no wonder i constantly fight sleep. the computer lab i'm blogging from has TWO fans going. i don't understand the heating/cooling systems of schools, because i've never had perfect temperature experiences in any of the schools i've ever been to. i once had a teacher that said it was so cold in her office that she had to have a heater inside during the summer. what the eff? is this not 2009? are we still struggling on how to conserve energy? (the answer is yes)
.butt litterers. i already hate cigarettes but i hate them more when i see people tossing them on the ground. eff, how hard is it to put it into a trash can when you're done?


yeah i'm not always perfect at being green, but shit, at least i try.

redeemed

high five to a regular who comes into my work for food. he works at B of A and took off all my fees so instead of paying $120, i payed $17 (which is what i over drafted). whoooo! hook ups are what make the world go 'round. he's sooo getting the 50% civil servant discount next time.



took myself a bubblebath last night. kindda think they're overrated. jacuzzi's are awesome but bubble baths? unnaturally hot an semi-uncomfortable. got out after 10 min and started taking some pictures. here are three of many:

halloween night

drunk bunny. paperboy. el luchador.

mask

happy halloweenie!

i love little kids who dress up. i just want to steal them and pinch their cheeks and give 'em back to their parents.
best costumes as of yet:
-little dinosaur baby
-mushroom guy from super mario (a kid)
-richie tenenbaum
-alice (the girl was hot)
-lady bug toddlers
-leeloo
-65 year old bumblebee lady

to name a few

BofA is BS

yet another form of legalized robbery.
so i got an overdraft (not my fault btw) so i checked my balance online and i have $120 in overdraft fees. Bank of America was charging me $35 PER DAY that it remains negative. they also don't send out e-mails or alerts to their customers(so that they can make money) but it's just bad business that they charge a per day fee and not a per negative transaction fee. i highly dislike BAD business practices so i'm gonna pay the fee and shut it down. and their web site is also unnecessarily difficult.

as if people need more financial crap to worry about. yes, cause people can work minimum wage jobs and afford bank fees and parking tickets. boo bureaucrats and big business!

buy bulk

I kid you not I am in an express line of 40+ people at rainbow. And yes it's worth it. Why? Well, because they have the sexiest bulk selection ever.
New in my basket:
-quinoa
-lentils
-curry power

Trying something new for my vegetarian diet. Whoo!

Ps been in line for 20 minutes now...

zombie land

the only place worse than the post office is the dmv.
i went up to the information desk and asked where i could get a form to get my DL replaced and without looking at me, she pointed at it with her pen. she literally touched it with her pen. i had to walk around and get it when she could've just HANDED it to me. what a nice lady.

boo-urns

eff dpt

untitled

Oh baby, baby blues
You caress me to the core of my marrow
Indigo
Azure
Midnight
Flowing through and through
Valves and beats
That meet
In the heart of melodic truths.

D<3

saw a girl today that reminded me of a pretty close friend of mine who killed herself four years ago. i immediately felt a crack in my heart at the beginning of the thirty-second interaction. she was bubbly just like my friend was on a good day. i keep wondering where one's soul goes after they die, if it floats away or drifts among us in some invisible realm. i think it's just as hard for me not knowing where she is now as to know that she's gone forever and that the last time i saw her alive i didn't even talk to her. it's amazing how one seemingly insignificant occurrence can effect the rest of your life.

i'll always think of her, especially when i see butterflies.

de-evolution

this has turned into a shit talking blog.

belly full o' pickles

do you know hard it is to go to tommy's joynt and NOT eat a pastrami sandwich? i'm pretty sure that God created pigs so they could be reincarnated into pastrami. i sat and watched and ate pickles instead (i want to say 25 slices or so), but no complaints cause i do love them. i'd say the same thing as far as God goes, inventing cucumbers and reincarnating them into pickles.



here's my attempt at a fashion commentary:
i would love to be one of those assjerks on tv and in magazines that judge people on what they wear. i know it's shallow (i'm only sha) but i always look at peoples' outfits and find something to gag at. i personally hate flip-flops myself. it's cool if you're at the beach or if it's 95 degrees out but they don't make sense in san francisco. it's even worse when a girl has on a cute dress or outfit and murders it with some plastic-y, cheap looking sandals. boo-urns. call me fashion policia, but i see it way too often, especially in the marina. kills me every time.
hot:
.(mostly) all hair things: flowers, bows, feathers...etc...way cutesy
.pencil skirts- classic and shows off sexy curves
.skinny jeans- sooo wore 'em circa 2003 before kate moss made them hot
.woven anything
.textures
.textiles
.fitted hoodies on boys: not that cliche

not so hot:
.you know
.designer bags- always thought it was pretty silly to blow hundreds of dollars on one thing/ something that so many people have
.manicures-they've always seemed masochistic to me
.pink (only on the rarest of occasions)
."funky" designs a la diesel and bebe
.deep v-necks on boys: how deep do you need your v? no, i don't want to see your chest hair, thanks

this spans all space and time, folks.



observation of the day:
america needs to step up its game in investing in education. i heard a grown ass girl ask what color lemonade was (no joke)

which one of us doesn't belong?

went into a smoke shop down the street and noticed it carried pipes, knives and condoms..




observations of the day
.cleaning should only be done while highly caffeinated and with loud music...preferably blues or classic rock
.$40 only gets you munchies in this city...maybe one meal. no meat.
.if you open other people's mail, you might find a treat inside

bon

hung out at a french restaurant in the mission after hours and had myself some rouille on a baguette. it was a burst of flavor, intense and mouth-watering. c'est si bon! i think i was french in a past life (amongst a folkie and a peasant girl). i don't smoke cigarettes but i could undoubtedly live off of pain et frommage. my fellow comrades were also smoking indoors (shhh)- so taboo. and then "tous les garcons" came on and it was perfectionner.

two for one

xm radio announced that one of a set of conjoined twins has gotten engaged. not both. one.
1) who is this guy?
2) isn't he technically having sex with both of them if they share a vagina?
3) is it pleasurable for both girls?
4) does the other one get jealous that her twin is getting the same action, too?
5) who is this guy?!

there are so many questions and not enough answers. i think 20/20 needs to get on this.



observations of the day:
.it's always nice out when one has school or work, but freezing once there is a day off for fun.
.dj hero has the worst commercial ever. there's a girl literally singing "i like sparkly balls." i bet you do, honey.
.electric stoves are horrible and should be banned from the 21st century

yum!

i love food.
i also love foods that come in bags. so the bestest, cheapest, most delicious meal ever is a combination of TWO bags. trader joe's pav bhaji and garlic naan is tre delicious. potatoes, tomatoes, and spices<3
you know what also comes in a bag that's yummy?
-bread
-orange chicken (trader joe's strikes again)
-chips (kettle & tortilla)
-white castle burgers
-noodles
to name a few.


still haven't eaten meat yet. it's been about a week and a half or two. i feel...less sluggish. i said LESS.

committed

i did it.

i booked $1300 worth of steel, petroleum and peanuts.

yes, i am bound for _____ in january, nation.

now, how much do vaccinations for malaria and yellow fever cost? should i just risk it? how easy it is to get? haha yeah right, watch one episode of "monsters inside me" and you'd get vaccinated even if you weren't going anywhere tropical.

[transition]

so i had a conversation about friendship and how there are people you just click with without any reasonable explanation but that it happens completely naturally. i think of them as kindred spirits and that one is only allotted a certain amount in life and i've managed to stumble upon a few! lucky me:) we're definitely souls with bodies and not bodies with souls. mine just manages to be one that loooves to eat... is it true what they say about the body losing 21 grams after death, which is supposed to be the weight of your soul? if so, mines is more like 21 pounds to be sure.

i keep re-evaluating my reality. i like to think of 2012 as the death of the current consciousness of the world as it is, that we will evolve to (hopefully) be something better after that. so as 12/21/2012 presses on, i hope i will BE and DO everything i mean and dream of doing. (we won't get into that unless we're friends though.)

observations of the day:

.the weather is so unpredictable that i should always carry around a coat as well as booty shorts in case of atmospherical changes

.the marina is populated with females with the name "lauren" or some variation of it. and everyone likes to wear clothes that lead us to think that they don't do anything but exercise

.i know wear all my junk is coming from. eating food from work for half of the week means i'm consuming excess amounts of butter, cheese, and bread. in other words, everything i love. i'm cursed with the most delicious job ever.

needless to say, i will be taking donations for my trip to _____.

as the hobos here say, spare change?

love/hate

etsy.

i've wasted countless hours

but have seen so many ridiculously adorable things.

punched in my credit card number not once, twice but THRICE tonight.

gasp.

thanks sister<3

YOu're bReathing the samE air

peculiar

being so close

too close to my city

my block

hearing my sounds

the sirens sound.

the air is fresh,

ripe from the storm

echoes of horns

there's only so much fleeing

when miles are feet and feet are inches apart

original

kysha hobbs original. and she cooks as good as she paints. check back for her exhibit here in san francisco.

too fat

filippa hamilton was fired from ralph lauren for being "too fat". she's 5'10'' and 120 lbs. (and hot). is skinny the new fat? i guess anorexic is in.

the lamenting sky

it's crazy out there folks. it's been months since it last rained and today there's a full blown storm. it's windy and cold and the rain is falling sideways. my Warhol umbrella is barely cutting it. what's worse is that it turns out my one of rain boots has a hole in it. blasted outsourced labor!

ps i've lost my identity. (if anyone out there has seen my driver's license, please send it to me.)

poor sportsmanship

just finished the jets/dolphins game at the r bar.

ha, not only are the people all, um fair, should i say, but they're all effin snooty like they're hot shiet. i was the only yellow for sure. so bf was the only dolphins fan and everyone was talking smack so he was talkin' back. after the dolphins WON, they were all butt hurt and this guy even went so far as to call bf a "faggot" (in sf! gasp), and i proceeded to yell, "just cause you ain't gettin' pussy!" at his ass, where his reply was some odd ejaculation of a comeback. wack. haha suckas! and a shout out to that blonde bitch: you're lucky i didn't clown on your ass, too!

i'm not an authentic dolphins fan but i relish in fact that they lost in the last 6 seconds of the game. ftw!

hot girls

just came home from shopping in real stores. ahh, now i remember why i thrift. 1) the prices are ridiculous for clothes that everyone will have 2) there are too many hot girls around. makes a girl like me kindda green in the face. it seems like every girl around union square has been blessed with long legs and tiny waists. the mannequins don't help either. i have to be concerned about the young women of america these days. i saw a young girl, about 12 years old, staring down one of those mannequins. it's amazing, if you look at the back of them, you can see that they pin the clothes tighter so that it fits. and i'm pretty sure they put extra-smalls on them. how is anyone supposed to live up to those standards?

so a rare and splendid occurrence happened today! i was let off of work early. i got to take a nap when i got home. $10 for that hour or nap? i chose the nap.

observances of the day:

.hot girls everywhere.

.it's getting colder every day here in sf. i've officially busted out my coats and scarves.

.i feel as though i've been insatiably hungry lately. maybe i was a bear in a past life and am trying to eat as much as i can before i have to hibernate for the winter.

we're not dead yet

apparently the moon crash was a-ok. i don't know if they found any evidence of water but at least the money was well spent.

is it me or is the cost of living rising every time i go to the grocery store? it seems like i'm paying more for less. to save money, i've been saving animals by not eating them. i'm doing doubly good! have you heard that the usda has approved the sale of cloned meat? i find that highly disgusting. and highly unethical since there are still people starving all around the world. americans consume ridiculous amounts of meat in the first place and could all cut down a bit/a lot, so i don't see why we're making more of it. gluttony, you've struck again. it also seems unethical that we'd produce copies of animals to essentially harvest them. i'm all aboutbeing pro-choice, the legalization of marijuana, and universal health care, but i draw a dark line at synthetic meat.

had a couple of midterms this week. you know the budget cuts are bad when your teacher tells you that there's no lecture for the day, puts on a film, and then walks out and doesn't return. it's just like those parents who use television as a babysitter. and i thought i was in higher education.

observation of the day:
.all grocery stores should carry orange juice with high pulp. i like to eat my juice.

eff the moon

have you heard that we're gonna give it the ole "1-2 punch"?

great. adding yet another way for the world to end.

hoorah for thrift stores

i got me 2 costumes for $13!

have you ever heard of manifesting the things you want?

well, i got the exact costume i envisioned for for $5.49. this is just a material example, but anything can be possible if you ask for it from the universe. i'll let you in on a little known secret: our minds are much more powerful than we think. negative thoughts bring negative things and positive ones can take you further than you can even hope for.

so think good thoughts.

speaking of thinking, i haven't been doing much of that tonight. i got sucked into television for...3 hours? my brain feels deep fried. see, i don't get reception in my apartment, but at the bf's i usually get sucked into the history channel. tonight, however, i watched the syfy channel and it was about possession (as in spirits possessing people). scaaary. i completely believe in the supernatural and that's why it's so creepy to me. there are strange and unexplainable things that exist in the world.

i'll have to sleep with a light on tonight. an energy efficient one.

fresh

looove it!

ate some fresh crab caught off the pier and some fresh salsa.

dericious! everything should be fresh. eff mcdonalds.

who doesn't love "the daily show"?

.why didn't obama talk to the dalai lama? politiks.

america's so economically intertwined with china that we can't talk to their arch nemesis, the most peaceful man on earth. wack.

.the recession has put a serious dent in the business of rap. they've gone from using 10 video-hos to 2. and some of them don't even have teeth.

my observation of the day is that 16th and mission in the daytime is almost as shady as it is at night. and smells just as bad.

bs

is my middle name

late night television

i am noticing an increase of commercials advertising medication for erectile dysfunction.

try chocolate or therapy.

one good thing about being poor

i qualify for government programs!

but they are getting hard hit by the budget cuts as well...

vote the governator out! we need progression, not regression.

ps i am completely obsessed with the history channel.

anything about outer space, ancient civilizations, and nostradamus sucks me in like the blackest black hole. i rike!

caffeine like crack is like caffeine

OOowwww.

my head effin hurts. i don't think headaches should make you feel like pulling your brain out through your ear holes. i've had no tea today, no healthy dose of caffeine. anyone who's addicted will tell you. coke is just as addictive as cigarettes without the stank ass breath. best friend will tell you. she's been unable to give up soda, but gave up meat just fine. that whole hierarchy is funny: america is completely for booze, cigarettes and soda, but the thought of legalizing marijuana is capital "k" krazy. except booze leads to liver disease, cigarettes leads to cancer and soda can lead to obesity. weed? oh we've only been using for medicinal purposes. yeah, some people get lazy on it sometimes, but hey, chill out. the 5 o's in socal looove to bust kids. who cares about child molesters, car thieves, and abusive husbands? they're gonna bust the skater boy with a gram in his pocket.

we need to prioritize.

today's observations:

.i owe my life to tiger balm.

.spirit (as in the halloween store) has the cheesiest costumes ever and i've shamed my ancestors by stepping in there. why is everything shiny? and why don't those chinese sweatshop laborers do a better job on those awkward looking outfits?

.during dinner, i saw some guy frying his brains out and casting a spell on his burrito. i love sf. i get free entertainment everyday!

i'm reverting back to oldies. who doesn't love "sherrybaby"?

ps

yay for oktober!

tis' the season for stretchy pants.

plugged in

i went to the cinema last night. when i sat down in the very last row, a guy gave me the stink eye. i think he wanted a hand job from his girl and my presence ruined the covert operation. i am a master cockblocker.

let me get seriously serious.

...so i saw "surrogates."2012 is coming, whatever that means. the more i think about it, the more i feel like the world is moving towards that very dystopia and we're all either unaware or apathetic towards it. at this very moment, i'm on one laptop, my bf is on another while my sister is watching tv. plugged in. it has just dawned on me that the internet and television has completely consumed all of our lives to the point of imminent death if we were to be without it. we've relied so much on modern technology that we've all lost touch with mamon nature and those beautiful cosmos that replenish us on a daily basis.

senario: you've all contemplated this at one point or another. maybe you were drunk- philosophizing and asked yourself if you would still want to live if you were a vegetable. alive, but a vegetable. what if you were paralyzed from the neck down like superman? would you want to live?

i once said no. today i'd still say no. what's a life if you're not out there in the brave new world, living? the film raises these questions quite slyly. i'm gonna semi-ruin it and tell you that the characters "live" through their robots (aka surrogates). they never have to leave their rooms and never have to physically connect to their environment because their surrogates do it for them. sound kindda familiar? creepy. once you get past the surface, it's a bit eerie. they are "perfect" in this form and they actually feel as though they are living "real" lives. the worse thing is is that the idea is not that far-fetched. most of us live through our computers now. think of all the big networking sites that exist today. apparently everyone thinks talking, seeing, and engaging with others in the flesh is overrated. we like to use technology as a crutch for communication. but there is a breakdown.

i was asked, and said i no, i wouldn't have pushed the button either (you'd have to watch to get it).

where am i in all this? well, i normally wouldn't be blogging. i quit myspace a long time ago. i don't actually have 247 friends (i have a hard enough time getting together with one!). oh and i didn't find out what a "tweet" was until, like, 2 weeks ago. technology is highly addicting and i'm trying to balance it all out. but i'm old school at heart, too. my love for classic rock, reinhardt, blues, thrift stores, and old lady sweaters are at odds with my ultra-mod self- the one who high-fives apple, uses a phone as a miniature laptop, and is addicted to netflix. the past and the future pulls on all of my limbs at equal acceleration. all i know is that i still write letters with my own right hand and pay the 44 cents to send them.

digressing to today's observations:

.birth control is not cheap. pills cost $70/pack. no wonder the right is trying to kill obama's campaign. they're making a killing, no SLAUGHTERING off those without health insurance. i completely get this overpopulation thing.

.gays are so gay and festive! why can't straights get that loose?

.mustaches come in all kinds of shapes. and they're all mesmerizing.

and i've only barely woken up and i have to sleep too soon.

aggro

if i could personify muni, i would punch it in the face.

thanks to our governator, the current US economy and the rich that are only getting richer, sf's beloved bus system runs a lot less (and more erratically) during the weekends, making my life (as well as anyone else who relies on public transit) mucho aggravating! today i got off work at 5pm. then it went as follows:

15 min wait for the first bus.

full.

15 more for the second bus.

full (but i get on anyway).

it was so full in fact that my body is in a convex position for the entire ride home.

arrive home at 6:15 even though i'm only 6 stops away!

arrrrrg.

good thing i got my dressing on the side.

[on another note]

post-office (n):

a place where employees and customers alike exude morbid depression on their faces.

i don't know how ten minutes can go by without the line moving a single, solitary inch. needless to say, my express mail is still sitting in my bag waiting to be mailed.

[other notes]

coincidence? in the span of half an hour, i saw two ambulances pick up two different men laying on different corners of dt. premonitions of disasters to come? or is it love fest/blue grass festival/alltheotherfestivalsgoingonthisweekend manifesting itself in effed up people? people party hard here, no joke.

please. if i am found laying on some corner, do not, i repeat, do not call an ambulance. i do not have health insurance.

effin day, the only way to relieve myself of you is to lose myself in caffeine, the office, and shakespeare.

virgin blogger

yes, you've read the time and date correctly. why, may you ask, am i here on a friday night, when a young stalliona like me should be out having a swell time?

you see invisible audience,

i am fairly confident that if blogging wasn't potentially part of my future line of work, i would not have started one. but as i will be graduating soon and looking for some income to feed my habits, i have decided to give it a go.

so this is an experiment. personal, cosmic, social...whatever you'd like to call it.

hypothesis: blogging will give me some experience and help me land a job.

experiment: in progress.

conclusion: pending.

i bid you adieu and i'll see how goes it.

(and thank you if you've read this far!)