los angeles activities....

-amoeba records
-shabu shabu
-beach
-griffith to hike
-los feliz to check out the hipsters
-taco trucks
-dancing
-dranking
-downtown-shopping/pics...maybe
-rose garden
-pasadena?
-botanical gardens?
-wedding...for sure

these are too many things but i want to do them all...maybe i should look into renting a car, but where the hell would i park it. dario has but one space and it's for his car...i'll figure something out...i'm just so jazzed right now.

i want to do it all...i miss california. hope the weathers good when i get there.

tech-no-lo-gy

rules...i'm playing facebook's equivalent of scrabble right now with fatty...what what?

i can't wait to go back to cali for that wedding. there are new motivations now.

i ended up going to ross and buying some stuff yesterday. white reebok high tops, pants and some tops. i played tennis for an hour as well. my legs are sore and so are my hands from gripping the racket. the end...i have a scrabble game to get to.

i love flirting and tomorrow's friday...yay...you know i want to go out already.

what to do?

this song is the jam...straight up. i was rocking out to it in my parked car not twenty minutes ago when i was approached by a Mormom asking me to read a story in the pamphlets he gave me. i wonder how much waste would be cut down if the mormons stopped printing a million booklets. but i guess that could go for nearly every major religion...we love to print shit. whatevs this song is the jam...straight up. full circle.


so i'm debating what i should do after work. i can go take a walk by the river, go to ross and see what's up, or something else...like drink a beer. no, i shouldn't drink a beer. i would if it was friday...damn you mon-fri. anywhozle, i think i may just go to ross. i still need to exercize though...

yesterday i played tennis for the first time in like two years. it was off the chain. when marie gets better, i'll be able to whack that little yellow ball. i need to work on my serve...the end. time to get some work donw...43 min. to freedom. the final countdown...

billie holiday....i love him.

this song is because i saw coffee-shop guy today. i commented on his music. they were playing music on his ipod: the smiths...le sigh. this is how i almost fell in love with one of my friends, then i found out he is gay. could coffee-shop guy be gay? part of me hopes so, cuz really, if not then i need to make this happen soon. or at least an awkward situation. i can make that happen.


sighing like a contented lover.
chest heaving, heart dancing in my chest,
and all it took was a look.
now if only we can tear down the wall
between us and exchange words
face to face or
better yet, no words.
Let me hear your body talk.

Unrequited-? things are good for one thing.
creative inspiration...expression.
More containers to fill with your emotions.
Empty vessels no more, some even
overflowing.
Who will stop the flow?

(that last line reminds me of blood...hahaha) okay the end.

WHY?

why do i like Why? so much? Because they sound awesome...

These Few Presidents


"even though i haven't seen you in years,
yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere."

Fatalist Palmistry


The Vowels, Pt. 2

new

i have to get a pic of the clasp up as well...it's from an old necklace...the middle strand is part of the original necklace....

vital energies are returning

and it breaks my ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha heart

thanks to nehizle for exposing me to Regina Spektor. Es la Bomba!

Anywho, yes, my vital energies are returning. Last night i discovered that i could razzle out my window. how Glorious. as long as the wind doesn't blow the stuff back in, i'm golden, and i just got some of those plug in scent thingies and they smell. smell good, but still, smell strong enough to mask some trace razzle odors. I got nice and razzled and pulled out the paints. I didn't do much but it was fun. I'll keep working on it at night.

After getting home from work yesterday i went outside to jump on the trampoline. It was soooo nice, fun and relaxing. I was looking at all the beautiful clouds and jumping and jumping. It really did feel like i was shaking off all the shit that had stressed me earlier. I think I should jump today as well...the end.

Seven more hours of being here....Six more hours of work....then freedom. It's so weird, i want to hang with chad, but then i don't. I don't know why i feel nervous...arghh...he's going to meet my mom.

neil young is the bomb

i've gone to bury you in the yard.
no longer will i see your copper lines.
no longer will i think of you.
putting to rest what's been dead
for a while.
time to bury the decomposed remains.
lowering the bones in the hole, shall
i place them on a blanket of weeds,
or directly on the dirt?
there's nothing left to consider,
only time to grieve, but not for long.
i've been living with this ghost for a while,
so if it makes it's final departure,
i'm sure i'll never know.
i'm sure i'll keep going.

honky tonk woman

Taj Mahal


so i've had this record- Jorma Kaukonen: Quah (1974)

for a while now and i never looked it up to see what the deal was. i looked it up today and learned a bit. Jorma Kaukonen was a member of Jefferson Airplane then went on to other things and solo albums. I got it initially for the crazy drawing but when i listened, i did like it. man...having records is the shit. yesterday when i got home my mother was still out so i razzled and listened to the Allman Bros. and Pavement. I think I'll listen to this Jorma record today though.

i love this song: Embryonic Journey


i bought some records yesterday:

The Allman Brothers Band: S/T (1969)
The Isaac Hayes Movment: S/T (1970)
Phil Ochs: Chords of Fame (1976)
Pavement: Terror Twilight (1999)

books:
Anais Nin Journals: vol. 1.
early writings by Marcel Proust (forgot the title)

now i have enough to read and do for a while. i need a nap. and some meat.