Viva La Vida

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 21:19:30 GMT

I have realized a few things this past week in Arizona:

I have MAD vertigo. Even now I still feel like I am rocking back and forth on a boat.
SPF 70+ works.
Super Mario Brothers 2 is the most fucked up video game ever.
I forgot how much I loved Oreos and Cheez-Itz.
I have a patch of white skin on my back. It's like vitiligo or something. I tried to tan my back but this one area just would not get any darker.
Donkeys need to shut the fuck up.
According to some kid named Stav, being nostalgic means you're smart.
Camels are the most intelligent creatures on Earth.
Makin' Bacon next Wednesday at The Verity Room. It's going to be amazing.

Now... to finally get a run in, study for Economics and finish this Bukowski book.

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 05:51:03 GMT

[LOUD SCREAM]

In other news, I look like this.

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 02:37:53 GMT

1963
Where were you when John F. Kennedy died?

1980
Where were you when John Lennon died?

2009
Where were you when Michael Jackson died?
I was in a parking lot on Winnetka and Sherman Way waiting for my mom to come out of the Water & Power office. Twenty minutes earlier the AMP radio DJ announced that Michael Jackson was in the hospital. My mom and I were concerned, but didn't really think anything of it. I forgot what the song was, but after it ended KIIS went to dead air for a few seconds. Finally the DJ came on, saying "I don't really want to do this." and broke the news. I just stared at Sutter Middle School across the street and couldn't believe what I just heard. I called Joan and asked her to confirm. I called Ken but he didn't pick up. I called my sister but she didn't pick up either. I waited impatiently for my mom to come out as my radio began playing "Man In The Mirror". The moment I saw her and her red shorts I bolted out of my car, only one sandal on leaving my right foot to get burned by the black tar.

"MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD!", I shouted. "MOM, MICHAEL JACKSON DIED!"

"WHAT? WHAT? HUH?"

I kept repeating this over and over. It was all that could come out of my mouth and I wasn't even making any sense of it.

Three businessmen were coming out of Subway as I was in hysterics.

"Who died?!"

"MICHAEL JACKSON! MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD!"

"WHAT? NO!"

The older businessmen commented that he thought he was abroad. The middle aged businessmen just stood gaping at me. The youngest businessmen whipped out his BlackBerry. My mother and I ran back to the car, eager to get home and turn on the news, check on the computer. Michael Jackson could not be dead. On the drive back I got a hold of Ken. TMZ said death, KCAL 9 said coma. We both agreed TMZ was the more reputable one, but I still didn't want to believe it. I left a voicemail on my sister's phone.

When I finally got home I left it to FOX 11 and just couldn't believe the headline I was reading. It was no help that OhNoTheyDidn't! crashed LiveJournal. Even at the gym as I was sweating on the elliptical I couldn't trust Larry King. Michael Jackson literally shut down Los Angeles news stations and the Internet.

It's weird that it took Michael Jackson to cause me to write my most detailed LiveJournal entry in ages, but this is one of those universal moments throughout history that you're going to remember for the rest of your life.

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 21:45:03 GMT

So my old neighbourhood is just a council vote away from becoming Sherman Oaks. I feel like this could cause a major identity crisis for myself in a stupid, stupid way. I spent part of my childhood in Van Nuys JUST ACROSS THE STREET from Sherman Oaks. One side of Burbank Boulevard was Sherman Oaks. The other side of Burbank Boulevard was Van Nuys. I happened to be on the less priveliged side of the street. Even when I was six there was always that resentment, but I never denied who I was. I may have lived in Chatsworth longer, but at heart I am 100% fucking Van Nuys. Now that I have the chance to nominally claim roots to a much more upscale and reputable community in the San Fernando Valley, I don't think I could be honest to myself if I did. I'm not 100% pure-fucking-I-went-to-Notre-Dame-for-high-school-and-hung-out-at-the-Fashion-Square-in-the-afternoon Sherman Oaks girl. Hell, I would've ended up at Grant-- and then gone to the Fashion Square to hang out in the afternoon. This also kind of encroaches upon my identity as a Chatsworth resident which was always weird to deal with. It's home but it's not home in the same way Van Nuys is. I can walk and drive around my streets with ease, but there's a psychological factor I can never explain that will always place Chatsworth as Home #2. There's nothing wrong with the West Valley. Chatsworth, Northridge, Porter Ranch, they're all my homeboys. Just... Van Nuys, North Hollywood and Sherman Oaks are moreso.

I don't know why this entry got so long. It just pisses me off. You can tell the people starting this annexation movement weren't raised there. They moved there to start families in modest homes while they drive on the 405 to their jobs in the city.

What a weird city Los Angeles is. What a weird city.

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 01:42:41 GMT

THE COLISEUM WAS SO MUCH FUN.

A+. Would do it again.

Also, Pau Gasol is so awkward, hahahaha.

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 04:21:29 GMT

Answer to my own question: The Ken Part is officially over. Hello, Summer 2009.

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 18:56:49 GMT

Staples Center last night was so much fun! I nearly broke my car horn, hahahaha.

Laker parade on Wednesday! Hmmm... Stay the night or get there obscenely early? I kind of want to spend the night if there are other people there. Otherwise I'm getting there at six in the morning.

I have two A's so far. I wish my other three teachers would hurry up and post the grades!

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 16:30:00 GMT

Last night we:

went dumpster diving
crashed a Filipino birthday party
washed our hands at said Filipino birthday party
subtley made fun of "ska-punk" kids
got Devon's number
got invited to a kickback by some high hispanic kids in a Lincoln Navigator while driving down Sherman Way
got their numbers
crashed a party by Norm's
became the life of the party and subsequently left in approximately SEVEN MINUTES
watched Hotel For Dogs

Going to Hooters Hollywood to root for my imaginary boyfriend Pau Gasol. Let's hope we get some riots tonight!

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 08:05:58 GMT

Pau Gasol is 28, lives in Marina Del Rey and is currently SINGLE. I think I know what I'm doing once the NBA Finals are over.

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 03:44:54 GMT

I would like to thank Joan for being my fiftieth blip listener. That badge is a highlight of the past few days.

So that dislocated bone in my left foot popped back into place two hours ago when I was walking to my Terrorism final. It hurt like Jesus for five seconds and then everything was normal again. No run today so I don't exacerbate it. It also doesn't help that it's cloudy as fuck. Two runs tomorrow? Probably not, but at least one.

My Great Britain final is tomorrow. It is definitely the hardest out of all five. I should be studying right now. Screw that.

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 01:49:14 GMT

I've been barricaded inside Joan's home all day. Heather faked a panic attack to get us out. Everyone stared when we got to leave. I pumped my fist in the air and shouted "Fight the power!" as we rolled out.

Thu, 28 May 2009 06:26:18 GMT

Joan is back in Los Angeles.

I scarred my voice last week. I can no longer squeal, hit high notes, etc.

Tue, 26 May 2009 20:46:28 GMT

Salton Sea yesterday was... interesting.

Mon, 25 May 2009 04:34:28 GMT

Barefoot run was really good actually. Might start doing that more often.

Went to Los Angeles Dodgers versus Anaheim Angels today. Drama filled game, but I'm disappointed the Angels won. Everyone knows the Dodgers are the better team. Whatever, Angels. Whatever.

Salton Sea tomorrow.

Fri, 22 May 2009 03:26:15 GMT

You're going to drive me crazy. You're going to drive me mad. Baby don't be unhappy. Baby don't be sad. Better things are coming. I swear there's truth in that.

Thu, 21 May 2009 06:41:14 GMT

I belong to the blank generation and I can take it or leave it each time.

Sun, 17 May 2009 17:49:34 GMT

Also, I saw Tiger Woods last night. Wtf, that was so cool.

Sun, 17 May 2009 17:44:58 GMT

I thought I would have a longer entry about this, but I don't feel like I need to.

Vegas was fucking awesome as always.

I've decided I want to stay at the Wynn next time I go.

I sang Britney Spears' version of "My Prerogative" in front of complete strangers in Madame Tussauds.

So many missed connections, so little time.

The Sounds were fucking boring.

Paramore was a lot of fun to watch. Hayley Williams has a really good voice and the band has a ton of energy. Still a guilty pleasure though.

And about No Doubt?

Probably the best show I've ever seen. The tour video for "Ex-Girlfriend" is beyond awesome.

I fucking touched Gwen Stefani during "Just A Girl". I touched a living legend. My life is complete.

They ended the show with "Sunday Morning", the best song they have, imo. It was nearly perfect playlist.

Back home in L.A., boo.

Fri, 15 May 2009 18:38:39 GMT

Ken ate 1.5 pounds of beef last night from Fatburger and was still hungry. Also, Spock reached his hand down Captin Kirk's pants and

Tue, 12 May 2009 19:51:31 GMT

Lmao, cry me a river, Sherman Oaks.

Mon, 11 May 2009 06:43:39 GMT

I should've taken a new license picture when I had the chance. I look nothing like I did ten months ago.

Days until No Doubt in Vegas, omfg.

Saw Star Trek. Zachary Quinto is my new celebrity crush. Also, Spock/Uhura OTP.

I'm addicted to cous cous, 50 Cent's Vitamin Water, and sundried tomatoes soaked in garlic olive oil.

I fucked up my right knee while running on Friday. This pisses me off. Now I have to swim. Whatever, I'll get even more tan.

I bought a beige dress on Friday. I'm looking for any excuse to wear it.

Tue, 05 May 2009 19:31:48 GMT

I've dropped weight like crazy. I'm brown like a day laborer. My feet are cracked and hurting. What a fucked up past few days.

Tue, 05 May 2009 00:29:57 GMT

The only word I can think of is: emasculating.

Fri, 01 May 2009 07:02:38 GMT

So glad I didn't try to transfer in one year. No one I know personally made it work.

Pre-reqs for two majors hellz yeah.

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 08:21:12 GMT

Ever heard Sun Kil Moon's cover of "Ocean Breathes Salty"? You really should.