Last night was incredible. I’m still in the “pinch-me” phase of the event… I cannot believe that I saw Bret and Jermaine live, up close, in person. In San Francisco. In the living, breathing, laughing, singing, beautiful sexy hotness that is Flight of the Conchords. You should have seen me before the show, I was embarrassing all of my friends and hooting and hollering a skipping and jumping– we got from Rashell’s house in the Excelsior district to our seats in a half an hour. That’s how excited I was. And when FoTC came on stage, my eyes welled up and a gleam of sweat appeared on my arms and chest and on the back of my neck and a huge grin came across my face and I sort of nearly hyperventilated for a second. That went away eventually but the grin never left my face. Not at any point was I not smiling.
GOD they’re sexy. Oh my god he’s so hot… he’s like a curry… if I tell him how hot he is he’ll think I’m being sexist… he’s so hot he’s making me sexist… asshole! No but really, I shouldn’t even continue about how crazy I am about Bret and Jermaine or people will seriously question my sanity. Let me just say, I’d have either of their children.
My battery is going to die in a second, but here is a movie and some pictures for your viewing pleasure. These are from a party in San Francisco with my friiiends, while my bunny slept in the car with plenty of air and water and berry nibblers and don’t worry I know it sounds terrible but it was only for a few hours and he told me he really enjoyed his stay in the beautiful city of San Francisco so his bunny vacation was constructive.
I kind of went crazy on the videos I just can’t get enough of these guys… I love them more than I love Barack Obama and Carrie Bradshaw, combined. Each video is fabulous, you should watch them. But if you don’t that’s okay too. I guess…. we just won’t be friends any more is all.
Brace yourself for my ADD; this post is going to be all over the place. Right now I’m watchig The Buzz on Sex and The City and WOWIE WOWIE WOWOW WOAH MAMAAAAA! Right now I’m going to harness my strong desire to express myself through exclamation points and capitalization and use my words like a big girl.
I am so excited for Sex and The City that when I think about it my heart rate increases. So excited that I’m wearing my pj’s, my highest high heels and I’ve occasionally been getting up to pose in the mirror, attempting to fasten creative things into my hair (since Carrie Bradshaw will wear almost anything on her head.) I need a dress and some Manolo’s and I think I’ll need to take off my cheesy french manicure… I need to buy martini glasses and spanish olives for my girls and me… I need a cocktail dress… I’ve got my girlfriends, I’ve got my blog, I’ve got the city… what else, what else… Sex and The City…. I’m missing something, I feel like I’m missing something……………………….
Anyway What’s more: I’m even more excited for tonight!! Flight of the Conchords. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day as well… Not that I’m a player or anything, but when it rains it pours and I’ve got a lunch date and a dinner date on Wednesday. Sometimes I feel like I’ve dated too much for someone my age… when I say “date” I don’t mean more than a few with each boy because I usually get scared and hide after that point. I also refer to the boys as: “that boy.” As in, “Mom I’ll see you later I’m going out with that boy tonight.” To which my mom says, “I don’t know which boy you’re talking about because you never refer to them by name!” They’re all very interesting boys though… Judo expert, a racecar driver, a mechanical engineering major, a drama major, a cello player, a skater, an artist, a techy, a jock… I love meeting new people, they’re all great guys, I always pay for my half of the date (few argue at that ) Anyway, tomorrow is kind of crazy though, I don’t normally do something like this but hey… both of the guys are kind of players so I figure, well… I figure I can play that game, too.
My mom doesn’t like that I tend to portray this sort of shallow image. She thinks I’m much deeper than I often lead people to think, and she’s right but I think it’s up to others to discover that. My wall is my projection of a carefree, wild, independent, flirtatious party girl type and we all have our own wall so I think that’s fine.
I watched The Patriot last night with Tina and I feel a renewed sense of patriotism. Also, my favorite magazine (The Sun) has a theme of patriotism this month. I guess when it rains patriotism, it pours patriotism.
“Since this is an emergency, all robots now have their patriotism circuits activated.”-Commander Zapp Brannigan on Futurama
Now I’m going to coffee with my friend Anita and then I’m going to make my FoTC shirt and leave for SF at 5 with Bryanne and Leah! YEEEE!
Two Names:
1. Englebert Humperdink (the name I decided for Lauren’s Hedgehog)
2. Grandma (always the cherry on my sundae)
Two Things I Wish Lasted That Didn’t:
1. My Manicure
2. Saturday Night
Two Simple Things:
1. Breakfast With My Best Friends
2. Laughing Hysterically For Days On End With Lauren (she went home this morning and I’m still laughing)
Two Things I Adore:
1. The Neighbor Boys
2. The Nap I’m About To Take
Two Things I Miss:
1. Ashley
2. Claire
Two Things I Want To Say:
1. Sever the ambiguity and inject your words with potency.
2. It’s All About J.D. Salinger And A Perfect Day For Bananafish.
Two Colors I Love Right Now:
1. “Passion Orange”
2. Light Turquoise
Two Pet Peeves:
1. The Incorrect Usage Of “your,” “there,” And “to.”
2. Popsicle Sticks On My Teeth.
Two Things I Want To Go Away:
1. My Swollen Fingers, Wrist & Hand.
2. My Pile Of Laundry.
Two Places I Want To Go This Summer
1. The Grand Canyon.
2. Boston.
But right now nothing sounds better than taking off my clothes and indulging in an afternoon nap in my bed. Delicious… Sweet dreams, tomorrow I will write.
Last night I decided it would be a fabulous idea to run home, as fast as I could… and then I took a naaaaasty spill in the process. Please allow me to illustrate. My thought process was that the walk home was far too boring and long, and I didn’t want to be alone anymore, so I ran. I was in high spirits (no pun intended) and I started gaining momentum and before I knew it i was going pretty fast, and SPLAT. So hard… I don’t know if its a good thing or a bad thing that no one saw. I was totally alone, no cars or people in sight, just me and my uneven slab of cement sharing an intimate bonding experience. And then I called Rayna to tell her that I had just eaten shit, that I was lucky to have all my teeth in my head and that I just wanted to “touch base” with her. It made myself feel better to tell someone. So now I injured my brand new manicure that Lauren bought me for my birthday, my elbow is bright purple, and my left middle and index fingers are like little breakfast sausages, only purple. And today is my first day of work. And tonight is Ken’s 21st birthday party.
Written Today:
It’s 8:23 in the morning and last night was Ken’s party. Why am I awake right now??… that party was SO. FREAKING. FUN. And my first day of work was awesome too. It’s the CUTEST little brick sandwich shop, and I wear a cute little apron, and the cutest couple owns it. It’s so friendly and laid back I can hardly believe it! I found the perfect little job for me I need some ice water and a shower, but I hope your weekend was as good as mine.
Last night around 10:13 pm I arrived at a friends house to visit… we talked about 8th grade and watched the end of No Country For Old Men and at 11:37, upon leaving, we discovered that my car had been broken into.
It really isn’t a big deal at all, none of the windows were broken (and I’m actually %100 sure that I locked my car) The only things that were stolen were papers (easily replaced) and 6 of my friends CD’s. The neighbor’s car was also broken into (she was sure that she locked her car), and there were at least 5 other reports last night, said our friend who listens to the police radio on boring Sonoma nights.
To give you a feel for how small my town is, I knew both of the officers that came to the scene and we chatted about the Easter Bunny and joked that this would be front page news today. Then after the whole debacle, as we were turning onto 5th St. W. a car flew by going 46 in the 25 zone. We knew the 4runner, so we called them to harass them about their speed and inquire where they were going so quickly. Our narrow escape from death by the hands of a petty thief was delightfully recounted and they took an equal amount of interest in our plight.
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(yogurt) …with a banana and oatmeal… I miss it. It’s been a while since I’ve had yogurt and my life is beginning to feel wrong, my mornings incomplete, and my heart unsatisfied.
(mountain) This new perch I’ve discovered is going to become my nearly-daily routine. Mountains are the closest things to God I’ve yet found.
(tea) Morning, noon and night; Good for the mind and the body; Hot or iced, either way… tea is my husband. I need some more the sweet and spicy stuff I love so much.
(slam poetry) My first poetry book was a slam book in the fifth grade and it’s still in my book bag right now. Fresh to death, it’s like a combination of soul, beat and poetics yet not quite hip-hop… the new but never old.
(fruits and veggies) I need more of them in my life. The thing is, starchy carbohydrates are much cheaper but they make me feel puffy and doughy, like Pillsbury. Get that stuff away from me I want a grapefruit!
(tennis) Today Eva and I are playing, it’s a hoot. My forearms are still a bit sore from last time but it’s well worth it. I can totally see why the trophy wives love tennis; social, stylish and classy. I’m there!
(aries) My sign, I’m basically a textbook Aries. Lately I’ve been diggin’ my horoscope, but I also sort of hate that the stars can predict me so well. Coinsidence? Couldn’t say.
(squeaky clean hair) Some days I love it, but really it’s pretty rare. I find it too slippery and it falls in my face uncontrolably. As of now I’m having major problems growing it out… Honestly though, clean hair is best the next day.
(royal blue) I’m so attracted to this color its uncanny. I might look down at all the clothes I’m trying on in Urban Outfitters only to find they’re all bright blue. This, and bright orangy red. I’m a straight OG, about to get jumped one of these dayzz.
(Pismo Dunes) Went there this weekend with the boys across-the-way, now I see why my sisters Boston friends are itching to get out to the dunes. It’s basically a giant playground, only 10X better.
I know that I’m asking too much of most people with my desire for them to be straight forward. My life experience has taught me that in order to move on from misunderstandings and arguments quickly, it must be discussed in an honest, calm manner with an open mind. Unfortunately few people are really able to do that and it’s a shame!
I find myself getting annoyed about having to read into body language and other subtle messages in order to really understand what someone is saying. I prefer someone to cordially tell me what they want, need or desire. Is this a character flaw of mine? I just always find it much easier to say whats on my mind; since none of my thoughts have bad intentions I feel I have no reason not to be honest. But am I straight forward to a fault? Because no one else seems to be following trend and I feel confused!
Today I hiked to the top of the mountain behind my house… it looks like the sound of music with buttercups and clovers and poppies everywhere. The grass is bright green and short and I know that mountain is my new place. All I need is a book, some iced tea and some sunshine… I’m a happy girl.
“ My restless frustration grows
like virgin green vines across
a red brick wall.
Bright bricks made up of
yes I can! and yes I am!
stack thick and high
but
the metaphor stops there.
How sturdy my wall if
compromised so easily?
Without a word,
my chin to my chest
smooth thighs pressed together
like a peanut butter & jelly sandwich.
I begin to,
I almost do,
for a fleeting moment you
have my wall–
and I gave it, too.
My gift opens its glossy, ebony wings.
A crow at dawn, it
slowly flies a steady line
toward the horizon.
Relieved; my feelings,
like a ripe red bottle of Cabernet,
are left uncorked.
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Here in my glory, with fingernails the color of root-beer, I categorize things into 2’s and 1’s.
2 pieces of paper to limit my adjectives, limit my wandering…… 2 feet, red pedicured and purple scarred…… 2 sisters who taught me capacity for love; I carry their hearts–I carry them in my heart.
1 bracelet cliche and subtle, but sometimes that’s the reminder you need. My eye is singular because it tends to hide behind my swoopy bangs. I wish I could make it look sometimes…… And finally, one thought. The thought that if I don’t keep my chin up my shyness is mistaken for sadness, my thought for apathy, and my desire for restlessness.
Today the beach with my girl Eva! Oh the sand, the surf, the sun, the soda, the subs, the sweet sarcasm, and so simple and stupid is my search for ”S”….. that may be my all time low.
Ha. Lastly, check out this video I found. Not new, but I’d never seen it before… Sofia Coppola directed it. Sassy!
Today was amazing. Amazing, and perfectly simple. I went with the boys off into the country side, way out into the middle of nowhere and read my book in the sun and hiked aroud while they went dirt biking. It was this beautiful, warm day, soft breeze, not a cloud in the sky, and the sky was my favorite bright blue color. I layed on a log and read with my shoes off and the sunshine in my face, and everything was silent. All I could hear was the birds and the bees and the wind brushing through the trees, and the pen on my paper and then out of the silence I would hear dirt bikes in the distance and I would smile to myself because these guys are so cool, I’m seriously so stoked they moved in next door.
Thats all! Sounds lame, and I don’t know why I loved it so much… but I did
Happy Saturday night! Right now I’m relaxing with friends, listening to the new Jack Johnson album that I bought on vinyl… its so lovely, i feel so pleased with my purchase. I guess it doesn’t take much to make me happy. The album is like the comfort of your favorite breakfast dish on sunday morning with a friend after a bad week, but its a new style at the same time, as if they added fresh salsa to your omelet and made it 5 times better. Sleep Through The Static- the new soundtrack of my life, in addition to Across the Universe.
Last night my roommates threw a taco night party and it was entirely fun…. We all know that alcohol can make us say things we wouldn’t normally say, but I always seem to surprise myself. I just don’t know how I think of some things. Its very entertaining to watch 5 different girls go after the same guy. I was one of them, but even so… I found it so interesting to note the different ways that girls compete for the attention of one boy! Some girls throw themselves and make noise, which tends to work in the moment, but I prefer the subtle approach and the slightly-sexual body language and the eye contact from across the room. Even if my way doesn’t provide the instant gratification that the other way does, at least I know I didn’t make a fool of myself (which is more than the other girl can say!)
Today I finally went to the urgent care and got some help for my rash. Now I’m on a prescription and heavy-duty medicated lotion for “contact dermatitis” or some other skin ailment that sounds scary… i hope it goes away so that I can feel like a normal person again. Waiting for the doctor was funny. I was in my anxious/crazy/restless/feisty mood) So I opened all the cabinets and messed with all the the exam tools and latex gloves. And the doctor was slightly awkward… not making eye contact and saying things in silly, professional ways like the doctor from the film The Waitress. I hate doctor offices but doctors are interesting people, and I like them as friends. but not usually otherwise, like in the setting of a doctors office.
So tonight is for cookies, milk, friends, the Across the Universe deluxe soundtrack, and movies. The best kind of night. The new movie Dedication with Mandy Moore is bizarre, off-beat, and amazingly well-done. I’m bias though, since Mandy Moore is my third or second favorite famous person.
A Few Random Thoughts:
Today I watched my skydiving video and now I feel so stoked, the movie just totally inspired me.
Make SURE you see Across The Universe… it’s a beautiful and exciting love story narrated by the Beatles
Tomorrow is Sunday, and I’m excited to wake up to the Velvet Underground as my alarm.
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What’s more: I’m even more excited for tonight!! Flight of the Conchords. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
) Anyway, tomorrow is kind of crazy though, I don’t normally do something like this but hey… both of the guys are kind of players so I figure, well… I figure I can play that game, too.
