tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60973381380608498032024-03-12T19:10:25.977-07:00albert bunnyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-21674251696999583932010-02-24T03:42:00.000-08:002010-02-24T03:44:32.104-08:00migrated once again.I think I got it figured out for reals now. this is where I wanna be:<br /><a href="http://blog.opposite-of-lame.com">blog blog blog blog blog bog log blog</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-86513744224235747902010-02-15T01:32:00.001-08:002010-02-15T01:57:37.085-08:00SURF and TURF<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/S3kUyD_m_bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-pt6YSAHYLQ/s1600-h/freedinner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/S3kUyD_m_bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-pt6YSAHYLQ/s320/freedinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438400875324702130" border="0" /></a><br />Valetine's day was rushed and stressful, but became the greatest valetine's (or just day) of all time! I really had my mind set on having a pink bob wig. I figured it wouldn't be hard to find. WRONG. after waking up super late today, and watching british comedy TV with devin, the mad rush began to come up empty handed to find this wig before our 5:30 dinner reservations.<br /><br />Even though it was a beautiful amazing day (it was raining really hard, and Devin and I wished it would), and even thought there was a HUGE bright rainbow afterward (I couldn't enjoy it because I didn't have my key element to my outfit), I was rushed and worried I wouldn't have something to work with. I tried to even settle with a black bob, but no go. last minute struggles going into a store I had already been to get ANYTHING to put on my head, I found a little flower headband veil. I've been wanting a veil for months now! and I had a coupon! so this shitty hot glue gun mess of $15 was only $5 (now actually worth the asking price) and I was satisfied with that. Now we had approx 20 minutes to get ready before we left. I got make-up done and put together a gothic-loli outfit (only the second time I've worn that black dress. the first time was my 22nd bday and I threw up that night. not ON the dress, thankfully. it's hard to clean).<br /><br />We make it to Alki Beach while the sun is setting with plenty of time (10 minutes, that is REALLY early for me) for our reservation. I was set on having surf and turf. that is steak AND LOBSTER. Devin was willing to shell out as a gift for V-day, as he knows the way to my heart is my belly. and other materialist things, but mostly food. We get sat by the fire escape (lame) and they have only ONE set menu for the night, none of which was surf and turf. crab legs were $99. I would have felt guilty having devin pay for something we didn't really 100% wanted. So, we took the 30 second walk of shame (see: confidence of knowing what we want, damnit) and left.<br /><br />On a whim, we decided to go to a place on the other side of the water, one we've been to twice before with great and much cheaper results. the Rock Salt (which is a way better name than "Salty's" btw). They sat us despite not having reservations. They had exactly what I wanted for half the price. They served us way faster. We had a view of a marina, and rain on the windows. AMAZING.<br /><br />A couple eating behind us left shortly after we started eating. They complimented us on our outfits. I was so excited! sometimes I get self conscious when I wear something that stands out a bit. Maybe acceptable in Harajuku Tokyo, not so much Seattle USA. The pleasant nice couple were on their way, and we thanked them for the compliment and wished them a Happy Valentine's. Just one thing like that makes my whole day.<br /><br />When we were done eating (I ate ALL the steak/garlic mashed potatoes/green beans/lobster tail/bread/strawberry salad/2 flirtinis and half the brownie ice cream desert!!!) we asked for our check and the waitress informed us that the couple from before PAID FOR OUR DINNER!!!!!!!! Apparently just because they liked our outfits!?!?! I DON'T KNOW BUT IT WAS SOOOO AWESOME!!! it was over $100!!! But we got it for FREE. CUZ YESSSSS!!!!! that has literally never happened before. my life was made. the waitress was like "yeah I almost started tearing up" it was so cute! I almost did too! it was so nice! and cool! and awesome! and that would have never happened if we stayed at stupid one menu fire exit salty's! FATE OF FREE V DAY DINNER!!!!!<br /><br />Devin kept trying to figure out why they would do that, what kind of people they were. I couldn't stop smiling and saying "WOW!". Devin's theory is when we were first seated, he pulled out the seat for me and I said "awww thanks, bear!" and he said "I'm trying, I'm trying". He thinks they might have thought it was our first Valentine's together and we were a way over dressed young couple in love. well, we've been together 3 years, we always try to overdress and we're totally in love. I hope they don't get upset if they ever find out we've been through a few valentine's days, but Devin is always trying to be a gentleman.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-26922281307521275662010-01-18T03:18:00.000-08:002010-01-18T03:26:02.047-08:00good frays<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/S1RD8lH12SI/AAAAAAAAAHI/N95WZ6m3Rlo/s1600-h/totembiru.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/S1RD8lH12SI/AAAAAAAAAHI/N95WZ6m3Rlo/s320/totembiru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428038158924503330" border="0" /></a><br />A Blue C Sushi opened across the street from Gameworks downtown. Today was the third time Matt and I had 'Japan Happy Hour' where we eat sushi, drink sake bombs and then go across the street to take sticker pictures and play DDR and Taiko Drumming. It's what my life will pretty much be like when I move to Japan in a year, and we're practicing.<br /><br />I have big plans for 2010, and I hope they don't fall through. 10 is an even number, and even numbered years have yet to fail me. Also some internet horoscopes gave me fake hope which I will most likely take as real hope. In addition to all this false (real) hope along with zero facts, is the fact that since I've moved to this apartment in July, I've had 3 lady bug encounters. There is one flying around me now. it's the only bug that doesn't bother (bug) me. I looked some more stuff up on the internet (facts) and a ladybug is a sign of good luck. I don't know what to do with it, should I feed it? I don't know what they eat. I hope it doesn't die in here, that can't be good luck.<br /><br />So! here's to reaching goals by sheer luck! 2010! big plans! let's go! fame, fortune, travel and happy times! let's go! okay! time to go to bed! tomorrow is another day! of 2010! whew!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-4381928250683828212010-01-10T02:22:00.000-08:002010-01-10T02:36:38.085-08:00juicy dangler<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/S0mqx2-553I/AAAAAAAAAHA/8V0_Z-yyx78/s1600-h/tweetlouds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/S0mqx2-553I/AAAAAAAAAHA/8V0_Z-yyx78/s320/tweetlouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425054999694141298" border="0" /></a><br />oh shit, it's the future. for a second there, I almost was up keeping a blog! I guess I'm ok with saying the word 'blog' now, although I don't have much thoughts about it.<br /><br />I've been invaded by british things and I must say I quite like it. watching lots of my new parallel hero Vince Noir in the weirdest/funniest show I've seen in some time: the Mighty Boosh. get stuffed, ya berk. I can hear it in my head, the accents. Also, reading a lot of proper yet smutty Holmes/Watson fic, which is rather a delight, I must say. oh god, I can't stop.<br /><br />In other news, there isn't much. I read my horoscope for the year (although I don't follow that stuff, I just look for signs when I need em, in whatever form they are) and it said I'd be better financially, as last year was a complete wreck. this sounded promising although what proof besides "leo orbiting into saturn" does that even mean. especially since I quit my 2nd job. now I'm back to sleeping in and napping too much. I want a second job I actually like and I can use some creativity instead of surfing the internet for 7 hours out of 8 in the day. I do enough of that at home. speaking of which, I should try to be at that less.<br /><br />I have this great idea where I allow myself to dress up and be seen and make acquaintances. but then the other half just doesn't giiivvvee aaaa shiiiitttt. I work in customer service, and I hate meeting 98% of those people. I wish just people I liked and thought were cool and smart and fashionable would all flock to me like some unspoken club of awesome.<br /><br />what can I do that doesn't require a lot of work to not do a lot of work and get everything I want out of life. is the secret inventing the secret and selling it to people who ask this question like myself? oh shit I figured out the real secret.<br /><br />also, I'm not going to capitalize still, but I was tempted, briefly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-60057151062513713582009-11-27T01:27:00.001-08:002009-11-27T01:39:06.360-08:00spy coins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/Sw-biQsYTUI/AAAAAAAAADk/F6ifFA9xZzE/s1600/facessm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/Sw-biQsYTUI/AAAAAAAAADk/F6ifFA9xZzE/s320/facessm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408712690394221890" border="0" /></a><br />I'm going crazy. my upstairs neighbors are the worst. although I can't decide if the guy before--who played "alt" country super loud and had the laugh of a retarded Dracula--was worse. I've already spoke to them once (at 3 am) and they seemed sorry at the time. or high. almost EVERY night they are up till 2 CONSTANTLY MOVING. every floorboard squeeks. that I know they can't help, but can't they just sit down and watch a movie instead of relay racing above my bedroom at all hours? I think what annoys me most is that I don't know what they're doing. one time it sounded like they were having an art gallery showing. who nails things up at midnight? is this their first apartment of all time? that's the problem with everyone in the world - completely oblivious. I'm going to go ahead and brag about how considerate I am of my downstairs neighbors. every time I walk around, I'm aware of the noise I'm making, especially past a certain time. I think my upstairs neighbors were playing beer pong the other night. imagine a pong ball falling constantly right above your head on an echoey wood floor. I wish murder wasn't a punishable crime.<br /><br />4 nights of listening to wind and rain are over from ocean shores and now I'm jump starting into 60 hour work weeks all through December. I have mentally prepared myself. I am looking forward to the monies, and getting through the challenge of not being able to be lazy. I can't even begin to complain, especially after just seeing <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://suburbanjournals.stltoday.com/articles/2009/11/24/monroe/life/1125sc-precious00000.txt">Precious</a><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><br /><br />which reminds me, yes I hate my noisy constantly-on-the-move upstairs neighbors, but at least I didn't just give birth to my 2nd kid from being raped by my dad at 16 and not knowing how to read. inconsiderate neighbors are a blessing in the comparison to <span style="font-style: italic;">Precious</span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-7898930893750612362009-11-14T01:39:00.000-08:002009-11-14T02:20:02.666-08:00Grund Skyer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/Sv6AP37Vp7I/AAAAAAAAADc/KuDo3VOk45w/s1600-h/roomiefort.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/Sv6AP37Vp7I/AAAAAAAAADc/KuDo3VOk45w/s320/roomiefort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403897613090400178" border="0" /></a><br />last week we had roomie fort night. in no particular order we ate pizza, ice cream, drank, watched <span style="font-style: italic;">Black Spring Break: the movie </span>as well as the better of the two: <span style="font-style: italic;">Who's the Man<span style="font-style: italic;">?</span></span> and played mario kart/attempted gauntlet legends. all in all, a pretty solid night with the ashleys. ashlies? how do you plural my two roommates with the same name? the fort was pretty epic, but I bet fort 2.0 will work out all the kinks of alpha fort.<br /><br />I was putting away movies at work the other night and out of the corner of my eye I saw some dude dressed in nearly the exact outfit I used to wear all the time when I was 16. was I eight years ahead of the curve for men's wear? or was that guy behind in girl's high school fashion? paradox?<br /><br />In the meantime, I have started (and can't stop) watching the anime <span style="font-style: italic;">Boys Over Flowers</span>, which I have stupidly been scoffing at all these years. the Korean Drama (they know their drama) based on the series is coming out next week at work, so I thought I should see what this hub-bub was all about. FAN-TASTIC! a quiet but high-spirited girl stands up against the rich mean (good-looking) popular guy bullies at her school... then a love triangle ensues. I love when enemies fall in love, it's my favorite kind of romance. I wrote a <a href="http://www.scarecrow.com/2009/11/12/do-you-prefer-boys-over-flowers/">blog piece at scarecrow</a> about how insanely popular this series is. I also picked up a phenomenal new manga involving a girl who wants to be a model but she has a creepy smile that makes everyone think she's a criminal and--by ways of quirky fate--gets stuck with the most popular model..... WHO IS ACTUALLY A BOY pretending to be a GIRL! at one point they have to share a hotel room together! it's as if I wrote this myself when I was 14. damn I love that shit.<br /><br />In more meantime (I seem to have a lot of this lately) I sort-of accidentally started "stumbling upon" sanjixzoro doujinshi again. I am a nerdy perv, and now the whole internet knows this.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-41277449300594896852009-10-23T03:10:00.000-07:002009-10-23T03:30:37.655-07:00"where's my tall boy?" (at home)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/SuGCz4qn5HI/AAAAAAAAADU/UrcQ_h_AyRg/s1600-h/pikabed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/SuGCz4qn5HI/AAAAAAAAADU/UrcQ_h_AyRg/s320/pikabed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395737656462664818" border="0" /></a><br />it's after 3 am. I'm listening to the Chrono Trigger soundtrack, organizing my HD and drawing. If I don't accomplish something every day, it's like the day won't even matter. I wish sometimes I could make every day memorable but that's not how it works, I 'spose. One time I read about this woman who apparently can't forget anything even if she tried. she remembers every detail of her life since she was born or something crazy. scientists didn't even know what hit em. I love that crazy shit you hear from around the world that "baffles" scientists. FIGURE IT OUT DUDES, YOU WENT TO MEDICAL SCHOOL! like some article I read about how this one guy in this tiny town on this tiny asian island hadn't slept for 30 years, <span style="font-style: italic;">and he's not even tired</span>! maybe they should check if he's super human?? hello!?<br /><br />anyways, all those things could be lies, but as Ripley always dares me to believe it or not, I always believe it. I wonder if Ripley throws in a fake fact once in awhile to test us.<br /><br />I've been starting to draw again, hopefully I'll keep it up. mostly I should be working on film related things. but all I seem to really do is day dream about japan and being rich. needs me a second job. I want to make a video like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SenLjPbGzU">this</a> one day. can't stop listening/watching it. I read that it was originally a song written for britney spears, but har mar ended up with it instead, and didn't change any lyrics. love it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-62068807229978403212009-10-17T01:46:00.000-07:002009-10-17T02:00:36.576-07:00I can hear you upstairs, squeeky floorboards<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/StmFZwW0hhI/AAAAAAAAADM/tRHJMnXimuQ/s1600-h/gojionthego.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/StmFZwW0hhI/AAAAAAAAADM/tRHJMnXimuQ/s320/gojionthego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393488706276722194" border="0" /></a><br />GOJI on the <span style="font-style: italic;">GO</span>! I think these tiny vials are meant for old people. I'm not sure though, but the cashier questioned me like I was crazy but offered no other information on the product or why she was suspicious of me buying these. I didn't even know what was inside! That is what most trips end like after leaving Uwajimaya. Not knowing whats inside.<br /><br />Today I won the lottery. well, at least I know what it feels like to win the lottery, because I found a PARKING SPOT on CAPITOL HILL a half a block from my apartment at 1 AM!! you can't tell me that is not on same level of being high off winning a multi-million jackpot. well, the high lasts about a minute, and I imagine the Mega Million Jackpot high lasts till you spend all the money, which could take a while (depending on your style).<br /><br />At my work we have a movie that gives you tips on how to win the lottery. with notepad and pen in hand, I was ready to learn the secrets of the winning pros. turns out the moral of the story is "you can't win if you don't play". I think it was commissioned by Lotto. I stopped taking notes 5 minutes in.<br /><br />Devin found a shit load of Bossa Nova music for me. I'm feelin lucky.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-52774467791140988032009-10-12T20:08:00.000-07:002009-10-12T20:54:12.446-07:00of baths & strange happenings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/StPvYodecYI/AAAAAAAAADE/zqAnDpUYeTw/s1600-h/3dials.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/StPvYodecYI/AAAAAAAAADE/zqAnDpUYeTw/s320/3dials.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391916385349562754" border="0" /></a><br />I've been taking a lot of baths lately. our tub fills up really fast because it's sort of shallow. I make sure that the water is so hot, that my skin turns pink because it's burning. not so hot that it's painful, although I've had the thought that if some cannibals barged into the apartment they could make some great Hot Human Water* out of me.<br /><br />there have been a few times when I'm in the tub, soaking in the warmth, I think about someone I used to know who took baths all the time. I thought it was weird. once he said something like when you pull the drain on your bath, a small percentage of yourself goes down too. I never really understood it unless he was being literal with dead skin flakes (gross). I feel more complete when I get out of a warm bath, so I'm not sure what he was talking about. He was always cynical and dark, anyway.<br /><br />I've been having a lot of consistently weird "coincidences" happening lately, and I've been surveying friends and family on their opinions of ESP situations. maybe I just want to be more like Alex Mac. I'm nervous about the unknown, as most people are. however maybe it's my need to feel different and I'm grasping every little desperate occurrence and trying to force it to be something more mysterious. I was told some strange things that run through my mom's side of the family, and I'm determined to have some of it handed down to me.<br /><br />also, NHU is not a thing. and not everything is a coincidence.<br /><br />I was really into this chain email Devin's grandpa sent him with these facts:<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lincoln-Kennedy_coincidences_urban_legend">Lincoln & JFK coincidences on wikipedia</a>. I don't think it's a conspiracy, but I'd like to think someone is hinting at a crazy reincarnation situation.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*a twist on an Arrested Development reference</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-48274528909973923642009-10-10T01:42:00.000-07:002009-10-10T02:05:12.393-07:00secret and suspicious third chemical<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/StBLFnNGyMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-iRa7mj02No/s1600-h/BADHABITS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/StBLFnNGyMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-iRa7mj02No/s320/BADHABITS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390891313757866178" border="0" /></a><br />this poster is such a hypnotizing and creepy poster. it hangs in the break room at work.<br /><br />speaking of bad habits (stemming from impatience), I learned a really terrible lesson the other night. take your black and white film to professionals! pay double to get it done right! because if you try and get black and white film done at a rinky-dink drug store... YOU WILL GET A BLANK ROLL OF FILM BACK. insult to injury, it was a 36 exp roll. I lost more than usual. all shots from the post-apocalypse shoot. why did I have to learn my lesson on such an invaluable roll? my impatience got me... "one hour at 8 pm please!" I am sad. but as the expression goes--you can't cry over spilled milk.<br /><br />well, you <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span> but it's not going to make the milk go back in the cup. I still feel in the situation of milk, it is actually something you can replace or deal with in a different manner than my situation. mine is much much worse. but! as my mother drilled into me at times like these "and what did we LEARN from this experience?". learned my lesson loud and clear, mom. good thing some photos were on digital. but isn't that just technology kind of rubbing it in my face?<br /><br />hmmm well at least I still have my legs. I like to think that when stupid things happen. "it could be worse, you could have one or zero legs." and then losing a roll of film isn't the end of the world anymore.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-15992985892519396762009-10-06T23:34:00.000-07:002009-10-06T23:54:13.591-07:00patches are only good for a bad eye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/Ssw3DKxDEbI/AAAAAAAAACs/wcBeMJroOJs/s1600-h/airshippilot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/Ssw3DKxDEbI/AAAAAAAAACs/wcBeMJroOJs/s320/airshippilot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389743381624852914" border="0" /></a><br />a great part two of the apocalypse shoot. everything was perfect except for the way I handled dealing with the douchiest bag of a poor excuse for a park ranger. what bothers me most is how long I dwell on something that pisses me off. and what pisses me off most is having to be forced to interact with a stupid person.<br /><br />there are so many in this world, it's impossible to avoid them. even reading about stupid people or things that <a href="http://www.venganza.org/category/hate-mail/">awful stupid people write</a> make me actually nauseated with anger and disbelief. I just wish I knew how to handle my ill feelings towards them in a better way. I shouldn't let people get under my skin, I'm trying to learn to handle it better. so far the only thing that makes me less upset is imagining that they have a horrible life and are miserable assholes. mean? I'm working on not giving a shit. it helps to think of those you love to counteract the hate. cheeeeesy. but what a great shoot today with great friends!<br /><br />I'll sleep on the hate. everyday I sleep and wake up is one day further from remembering anything upsetting. in the mean time, listening to this remix of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gdM51GZ89Q">green eyed love</a> is quiet relaxing. can't stay mad forever! (or <span style="font-style: italic;">CAN I</span>)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-83403583669529066552009-10-05T17:41:00.001-07:002009-10-05T17:50:14.133-07:00wizard in the living room<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/SsqSTr_xwsI/AAAAAAAAACk/dRcv4GTPjqw/s1600-h/phugee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/SsqSTr_xwsI/AAAAAAAAACk/dRcv4GTPjqw/s320/phugee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389280771027616450" border="0" /></a><br />my fuji natura, the camera of all cameras in my dreams has finally arrived into my grubby little camera-hungry hands. felt like christmas, opening that box! the joy of feeling 10 and getting a barbie (in my case, a nintendo game) was tingling in my smile ridden face. aahh why do I love cameras so much!! such an expensive hobby!!<br /><br />tomorrow is the post-apocalypse photoshoot part 2, continuing after almost exactly a year. this time, super epic fort casey will be the backdrop. I will have an eye patch. the weather will be nice, and I will smoke a cigar on the beach. I cannot even wait. in the meantime, I bought a ton of ramen and borrowing a space heater to stay warm before I go to work tonight.<br /><br />I was hoping and expecting a call today that I have not yet received. every time something seems too good to be true, it always is. I always think things will be easy and great, but it turns out you have to work a lot harder than I would like. sometimes it's for the best, and something better comes along when you least expect it.<br /><br />to the biggest video store in the world! please stay forever, scarecrow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-70661187229284212092009-10-03T10:23:00.000-07:002009-10-03T10:38:04.960-07:00GANBARE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/SseImh9HOJI/AAAAAAAAACc/1AGbKzgn-J0/s1600-h/missu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdH8IuaN4KA/SseImh9HOJI/AAAAAAAAACc/1AGbKzgn-J0/s320/missu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388425674703190162" border="0" /></a><br />I peruse flickr a lot lately. I always end up favoriting a lot of images taken by talented folks in asian countries. It's probably because I like what's in the photo, mostly. it could be a great photo of somewhere in europe and I might not like it as much. I love the atmosphere of most asian countries--although I've only been to one. maybe the rest remind me of that one.<br /><br />you know when you see an old flame and that fire was never put out? it pings you in stomach or your heart skips a beat? I feel that way about japan. how dorky is that. when I see pictures of subway trains, I get a ping. when I see vending machines with milk tea in them, I get a ping. when I see a photo of dark alleyway with wires hanging over and lanterns lighting late night ramen shops, my heart pings. when I see photos of the open countryside with a single telephone pole, some middle school children in uniforms pushing their bikes down a path where certain foliage exists exclusively to japan... my heart hurts. udon, wooden sandals, hirigana, multiple vertical signage, godzilla, EVERYTHING! JAPAN! I left my heart in japan.<br /><br />I want to go back and live there in a year. teach english, or do whatever I can to live there. my friend/roommate is going in april for 3 weeks. then her and her girlfriend are moving there a year from now. I am jealous, because they are so sure of it. I miss it. I feel like japan is cheating on me with her. I want japan all to myself (of course I'll share with the japanese). I will try my hardest to reach this goal (the living there one, not the owning it one), because it's not going to not happen.<br /><br />japan, you light my life. I wish you would love me back.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6097338138060849803.post-90388312513412296872009-10-02T12:49:00.000-07:002009-10-03T10:38:35.299-07:00the beginning of something familarupcoming: big plans! big goals!<br /><br />currently: tiny post.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com