Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee.

Sat, 30 May 2009 22:10:33 GMT

F.B.I. on Flower Avenue.

Sat, 31 Jan 2009 19:04:45 GMT

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.

Things never change in good old T-Town.

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 15:23:22 GMT

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.

YouTube Delight

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 04:16:58 GMT

Too hot.

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 22:21:36 GMT

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!?”

Thu, 16 Oct 2008 20:23:03 GMT

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."

Wah!

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 21:46:51 GMT

Ineedanewkeyboardandafreshstart.

Oh sir I dream my fire is high!

Fri, 01 Aug 2008 21:26:49 GMT

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.

Laundry Day

Thu, 17 Jul 2008 20:48:28 GMT

I got to see this movie! Netflix doesn't have it, I saw it once when I was little. Apparently Skinny Puppy sampled it, "There is no way to penetrate this barrier. It has the strength of a million souls. The power of the dead."

Also, I'm sick, I've been coughing up the most interesting shades on green. I've been watching a lot of movies online and reading a lot of dorky literature. I am currently reading the following; For Whom the Bell Tolls, Language and Myth, Remembrance of Things Past, and lastly the dorkiest of them all- The Communist Manifesto. I’ve always wanted to read it, so I am. Last night I watched Dracula 2000 while reading Marx, oh man, talk about an existential break down. Aw, the single life. All my friends either; live far away, have DUI's, or are on tour. When Bill gets back we're going to Arcata to visit my friend Katie! I want to head up to Portland too, I miss Tis. This spring break I'm going to SF to visit many comrades, be wary.

There's a lot of "action" movies on tv today. I just watched Kick Boxer, and now, Under Seige.

My Mountain is Alive!

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 19:54:11 GMT

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

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Sat, 31 May 2008 17:42:57 GMT

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."

Duuude, I think Champagne is the love potion.

Tue, 27 May 2008 05:34:29 GMT

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.

Thu, 01 May 2008 18:43:58 GMT

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.

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 05:24:37 GMT

"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.

Is this part of your FREAKy dream?

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 06:26:31 GMT

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?

I've never wanted anything less than this.

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 08:37:49 GMT

Gross!

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 17:52:16 GMT

I think I just coughed up an embryo.

V.D.

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 19:04:01 GMT

It's Valentines Day, the day that makes all single people feel extremely depressed/annoyed, but I'm not single, or depressed- but still a little annoyed. I hate Valentines Day, I guess the older you get the more memories pile of on certain holidays. This is strange for me, because I cannot for the life of me remember what I did LAST Valentines Day. I know I worked, I always work...

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 20:03:40 GMT

So I talked to my dad yesterday, it being Christmas I think he felt it was due time to check in with his offspring. I haven't talked to my dad in a year, and I haven't seen him in over two years. Anyways we had a good-long-talk about the Apocalypse, String Theory, Quantum Mechanics, and modern medicine. You know! CHRISTMAS STUFF! It was weird but kind of cool, my dad's really smart but he's also really awkward.

A bunch of my friends are down for the holidays! I'm having a hard time spreading myself, I want to see them all. Last night I hung out with my friend Regis, I haven't seen that motherfucker since `03! We went to The Short Stop and met up with a few of my friends. Katie is in town too! `Tis the season to get crunk.

Mi Vida Loca

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 06:58:19 GMT

So the semester is officially over and I'm pooped. This morning I took my last final, I barely made it to class. My car wouldn't start (of course on the last day of finals), apparently there's something wrong with the starter or something. I was so pissed! I'm sure my whole block knew, because I was screaming and kicking my car like a mad woman. Thank god I'm a weakling and didn't even dent the door, 'cause I kicked it pretty hard (or at least I thought so). Well anyways, thankfully my mom was home and was able to give me a lift to school. I had to take the bus home, which was fine, I had an interesting conversation with someone on the bus about politics. It's scary how much the American society seems to mirror the Roman Empire, quite freighting when you put it all together- the end is near kids. Well on a happier note, Joe comes back next week! YAY! I'm excited to be receiving an assortment of his "exotic" kisses. Also, I get tattooed on the day he comes back, I think he's coming with me. I'm glad because now I can prove to Johnny (my tattoo artist) that I'm not completely gay, he thinks I'm the hugest lezbo.

I've already enrolled for the spring semester, it's kind of funny but I have to take Women's Studies AGAIN. I don't ever have to go though, what happened was that for some odd reason my teacher never added me into the class. So basically I've been the "ghost student" which is kind of rad, everything is cool though, all I have to do in enroll for her spring class and she'll just bubble in my grade for the semester. I don't ever have to go, yeah- the last day of class when we were going over status reports she pulled me aside "Hey, Rebecca... BIG PROBLEM" it was weird finding out the LAST day of the semester that I was never enrolled, also funny because I only missed one day! Hahaha! These weird things always happen to me. I'm kind of bummed- I wanted to go to winter inter-session but the class I wanted to take is full and so is the wait list, fuck it, I'll just take it in the spring.

My crazy uncle won't stop calling, my mom is going to have our home phone number changed. It's going to be weird not having the old "310" area code, we've had that number since I was in the first grade. But it has to happen, he's insane in the membrane- and can be violent. He called my mom from Mexico during the summer, he "lost" his finger in some sort of altercation with the Mexican police. He's been in jail for most of his adult life, when people say they have a "crazy uncle" usually that means they're a drunk or drug user. When I say I have a "crazy uncle" I mean I have an uncle who kidnapped a woman and held her hostage in his basement (she escaped). My mom believes that he killed their younger brother, they found him in his car burned to death or something along the lines of a strange death involving fire. The horror stories go on-and-on.

Eye of the Tiger

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 04:54:42 GMT

Finals are coming, put on your game faces. Multiple research papers, and extra credit papers are due next week along with the rest of exams. I want to enroll into a winter inter-session class, I'm probably going to take Argumentation and Debate.

I've got MAD debate skillz.
And the professor that teaches the course is chill-as-fuck, any teacher who quotes Soylent Green AND wears Hawaiian shirts is cool in my book.

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 02:12:45 GMT

I fought the law- and the law won.

Good News & Bad News

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:34:44 GMT

Wallet found

Still sick

FUCK!

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 18:13:20 GMT

Last night I went to have a few drinks with some lady friends at Iccho and I forgot my fucking wallet! The place doesn't open tell 5pm so now I have to wait tell they open to call, I'm going to be so pissed with myself if it was stolen. I really, REALLY, loved my wallet too! It was the best Keroppi wallet, I'm such a fuck up.

I didn't get any sleep last night because I couldn't stop coughing.

I... am... Werewof!!!!

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 02:30:30 GMT

Ugh! I can't believe how sick I STILL am. I missed two class lectures last week, and now I'm so behind. Today I had an exam in my Sociology class, I hardly did any studying for the exam and I wasn't prepared. I also had another quiz in my Women's Studies class but I only missed one question, so that's cool. I still need to write my research paper on Judaism, and my critical thinking paper on genocide for Sociology. I feel like whenever I'm doing remotely well in my classes I get struck down by some sort of illness, or mental breakdown. I haven't had my normal voice in over a week, and I sound like some raspy old woman from the 70s.

Last weekend Joe was down from SF, and I was sick the whole time. I tried my best to work through the illness and to be active even though most of the time I was exhausted, I REALLY wanted to squeeze as much Joe-Time in as possible before he left again (I kind of felt like a pest). I already miss him, ugh I'm so annoying.