The house across the street got raided, I guess they were growing massive amounts of weed, no furniture was found in the house, just weed.

Last night I watched the news and there was a short update on hate crimes in Torrance, apparently people with Obama bumper stickers are getting their cars vandalized with racist graffiti like swastikas and nasty slurs.

I've never thought that voicing your political viewpoints on your car was a smart idea.

I remember the good old days when October and fall meant cool weather, it’s mid October and it’s super hot! Also, speaking of hot weather, why is it that everyone acts surprised whenever San Bernardino catches on fire? Every year when it gets hot San Bernardino catches on fire, and every year everyone acts so surprised. “Lyke, OMG! Did yer’ hear that San Bernardino is on FIRE!?”

Stolen from mercury_lust

Grab the nearest book.

Open the book to page 56.

Find the fifth sentence.

Post the text of the next sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

"While more open to interpretation, metaphorical topics may have language which skews them more towards fact, value, or policy or may be so vaguely worded that any classification would be acceptable."

Ineedanewkeyboardandafreshstart.

I just got back from the dentist. I can’t feel the entire right side of my face, and I can’t talk without slurring. I had a cavity that had to get filled, what a bummer. The other day I woke up and chopped all my hair off, yet again, I almost had hair… so close! I really want long hair but I can’t stand it. I get nervous and chop it, it’s a bad habit. I also bite my nails, I wish I wasn’t so antsy. Well, at least I get to start from scratch. Cassandra agreed that we should smoke more pot or something because we both have the same problem, panic attacks, ritual hair cutting, nail biting, nervousness. I need to mellow out, shit, how does one “mellow out” anyone have a secret? I need to change my state of mind. Maybe I’ll start my New Years resolution early: Stop cutting my hair and biting my nails. Shit, I've been saying that for years now.

A scene from 'A Taste of Tea,' a film that I enjoyed.

I think stress is getting the better of me, I need to chill-the-fuck-out. I can't wait tell I'm done with this paper, it's totally fucking consuming my life. Last night I laid awake thinking about Hemingway, random facts, moving, jogging around my head. I was trying to put the information together- but why? I wasn't even near anything that would allow me to jot my mental notes down. I keep thinking the same thing over and over again, Hemingway was born in Oak Park Illinois on July 21st of 1899... died 1961 to a shot gun blast to the head- suicide. I need some coffee, I need some tea. I get way to attached to the people I care about, how come I can't just float like a feather on the wind? Why am I not care free? Maybe I should take it for what it is, stop trying to make things work- I feel uncomfortable with things flowing in and out of my life. Stability is such an illusion, people are always changing, nothing ever lasts, and we are always alone- ironically we are all bound together by it- by vast loneliness. I want to read 'To Whom the Bell Tolls' I think that will be my next read, either that or 'Old Man and the Sea.' That's what I feel like, that old man in the sea, trying to bring the marlin back. But the sharks and tiny creatures of the ocean will not allow it, and instead of coming home viciously to fill bellies, I myself am taken into the sea, perhaps to the bottom-to no-mans-land with the mobsters to "sleep with 'da fishes'". Like Donne said, "My spans last inch, my minutes last point and gluttonous death will instantly unjoynt my body, 'and soule."

I'm drinking the bomb tea right now, Solomon's Tea, I need some warming up. It was surprisingly chilly today. I had to leave Giovanni's show early because I was freezing cold, and totally not prepared. But I was able to make it for a few songs, and chill for a bit so that was cool. Saturday night was Nick's birthday party, it was a dress-up party "Hatred of Capitalism Required" hahaha those Bicycle Kitchen people and their hatred of Thee Man. The pro side of hanging out with the political types is all the delicious vegan food, oh man, yummy. Nick kept trying to push his lyrical Propagandhi drinking game on us, but you know those Anarchists, just can't handle rules well... lets just say there was some pukeage. Friday night I ended up in Long Beach, AGAIN, Japanther was playing at some warehouse... and well, it was Japanther (yawnz) I was more interested in seeing The Pharmacy play, even though last time I saw them it was terrible. We left early and headed to Fern's for drinks, pinball, pool, and potato tacos.

Well, back to my Hemingway research.

P.S. - To the right is a picture of my mother's parents.

I've felt plugged up for the last few days, so I decided to drink some of that "Smooth Move" tea. I woke up in the middle of the night, and my stomach was in knots. It felt like I got kicked in the stomach by a miniature horse.

Also, I'm writing my research paper on Hemingway.

"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great."

One of my favorite quotes.

I just watched the season premiere of Battlestar Galactica, which was AWESOME. Now my night is complete, but I'm still awake- I guess I'll fiddle around on the internet for a while, then perhaps watch something terrible like "The Bad Girls Club" and fall asleep. Oh, looks like Reign of Fire is on, how terribly perfect!

Also, Micky Dolenz came into my work yesterday. He was wearing a stupid hat.

P.S. - Have you ever heard of The Jiggle Cats?