Garnish With Carrots

2 days ago, a friend of my roommates (and also of mine) who used to live in the loft that I live in, surprised us on his way home for Thanksgiving.  He brought us a bottle of homemade beer and a painting that his roommate painted.

Without knowing any sort of a tiny piece of the horrible bunny-death fiasco, the painting he gave us depicts a dead rabbit, partially covered in a blanket, with a bottle spilling orange colored liquid just next to him.  There is a shopping cart in the background and the painting is called “Homeless Rabbit Dies of Carrot Overdose.”  It’s hanging on our living room wall.  It absolutely spectacular,  I really love it.  I want to buy another one of his paintings.

So after we had a little chuckle about that, Mckenna and I went to the house we were at right before the little car incident happened.  This group of drunk people were there, and one girl remembered me from a party I threw because I had bunnies in the back yard.  Mckenna told her that, unfortunately, the bunnies died…

She started screaming at me, “YOU KILLED YOUR BUNNIES!! YOU KILLED YOUR BUNNIES??!”  and no one else knew what was going on and so they started asking, shocked, “You killed your bunny rabbits??!  Why did you do that???”  The girl continued to yell this, and then the guy standing next to her realized he had a rabbit emblem on the back of his t-shirt and the girl was pointing to the shirt yelling, “You killed your bunnies!  You killed this little animal!”

It was so dramatic, I didn’t know what to do… I was shocked.  This was before I’d taken any shots, by the way.  My eyes welled up,  not because I felt sad but because I felt overwhelmed and infuriated! Mckenna was frantically trying to defend me, yelling back, “The bunnies DIED!  THEY DIED!  She did not kill them!”  

And all I got in edge-wise was, “I’m trying to have a good humor about this but I’m having a hard time.” 

And then I caught my reflection in the window, wearing a wife beater, a cardigan, dark eyeshadow and a black manicure… and I wondered if I was coming off as prudish and stringent, like some sort of soft animal lover, or if I was coming off as a bad ass since I had black nail polish on.  But I decided it was neither.

So now I’m kicking myself for allowing ANYONE to speak to me the way I let that obnoxious slut speak to me.  Maybe she was a lost cause anyway, and I don’t negotiate with obnoxious sluts.  Moral of the story is:

When an obnoxious slut makes you feel upset, perhaps you should follow your instincts, ignore your better judgement, pound a couple shots, and pound her in the face accordingly.  Garnish with carrots, serves 10.

 

This is me, Warholized.

 

 

So tonight Mckenna and I hot tubbed in Avila Beach for an hour and a half, to soak our sore, battered bodies.  I feel more sore now than I did before we dipped, but hopefully I’ll feel better in the morn. I’ve got some gnarly bruises and some major swelling on my booty/hip but I’m thankful it’s not a lot worse like it could have been.  Happy Monday everyone.  We’re almost there, the holiday break is close.

Ravishing Roses and Unsettled Spirits

I’ve never liked President Bush so much as I do right now… he seems almost as excited as I am for him to leave the White House.  If you see he talking about it, he looks all giddy and smiley!  He and Obama just had their transition meeting. While watching clips on the news of a stroll they took, I couldn’t help but admire the roses surrounding the White House (They were almost as ravishing of a red as Michelle’s dress!)

In an exerpt of The Audacity of Hope, Obama explained the White House as being more drafty than one might expect.  I hope they double-pane those windows and seal up those cracks because it’d be super cool if the White House became the model “green” house… and I sure hate to think of those cute little girls feeling cold at night.

 

On a totally separate  note, I am the worst grocery shopper in the world.  I think it’s because I buy everything I wish that I’d feel like eating (such as veggie stir-fry and raw almonds)  I buy uuber healthy food that never sounds appealing and then I end up sitting at home wishing I had cereal besides Wheetabix to curl up with… I wish I had fresh strawberries to slice up, or homemade mac and cheese or something delicious such as those things.  I need to become a realistic grocery shopper.

I just go the sweetest text message in the whole world from my often quiet and very modest roommate, she said:

” ‘Unsettled spirit’ that’s the phrase my friend once used to describe me.  His meaning was that i needed to travel and experience the world and myself.  That is a feature I think we share.  I can’t wait to see where the future takes you.  Love you girl.  Thanks for being amazing.”

I find that so incredibly touching, I don’t know how to reply.

She’s right, I feel antsy lately and I’m looking at some other options for the future… not for a while because I just got a shot at an internship with the Children’s Art Museum in SLO and I like my life for now, but I foresee a need for change in the near future.  I’d like a faster pace, or another/more generous source of income, and a new environment to learn.  I’d also like to stop taking birth control, I hate it, I don’t feel like myself and it’s just very terrible.

I’ll try to write more often,  I hate the thought of boring my dad with my lack of recent posts.  What on earth will he do?? 

PS- Beyonce’s new CD is actually very good, and I’m stoked on Muse lately.  That’s all!

Tomorrows Bad Seeds Are Actually Really Good.

Check out this band, Tomorrows Bad Seeds.  I saw them a few weeks ago and I can’t stop playing them. I’m seeing them again at Cal Poly on October 30th.

They’ve got a really unique sound that some people compare to Pepper, but I’m not as much a fan of Pepper.  Tomorrows Bad Seeds mix hip-hop with reggae in some songs, punk with reggae in others (a seemingly offensive contradiction of genres, but I’m telling you–IT WORKS) and maintain a flair of ska in most of their songs.  What’s better?  They put on an AWESOME show.  As an opening band to Sean Kingston and Shwayze in Morro Bay last month, they far out-did the headliners.  Tell me what you think!

P.S.–the lead singer is really good looking.

Meet Asher

This is my new bunny, Asher:

Check out these new Japanese-designed houses my friend Leah enlightened me about.  The house of the future?  Perhaps… but is it eco-friendly?

First day of school tomorrow!  I’m excited.  I’ll be taking endurance conditioning, astronomy, journalism and history this semester…  tuesday thru thursday.  Stoked!  Wish me luck. xoxo

The Balance of Darkness and Light

 

I dreamt about pealing thunder this morning, and then woke up to the sounds of distant grumbling booms quaking the dimly lit dawn.  The air was golden in the north east, and the panorama darkened in the southeast as if someone thew a blanket over the sky.  I made myself iced tea and noticed the parallelism as the grey and gold converged, perpendicular above my patio.  The ice cubes cracked and shifted in distress as I plunked them into the hot breakfast tea.  It was the 15th of august, a mild summer– humid the day before (although 2 girls I met from Southern Florida shook their head at my remark).  The rain came down in tablespoon-sized droplets as I watched water pooling in the gutter burst a dam of leaves and dirt and rush its way down the street, destroying what other obstacles lay in its path.  The air took on the distinct, fresh scent signature of summer rain on warm pavement. I opened the doors and windows of my house and curled up in a chair on the porch with my tea to enjoy the collision reverberating above me.

 

 

Watch the video I found of the storm this morning.