11.13.2008
escuche por favor mi CD
With all the tax dollars I'm paying, I'm so thankful that its going to my flat screen entertainment on the metro. Now if they'd show "Transit TV" in ENGLISH. However it does have "Transit Trivia" testing my useless knowledge of "what was the name of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima?" and "the first street in Los Angeles was?" Of course, these questions, my stock tips and the Bio of an inner city up and coming rap artist are in English... But HEY! I sure as fuck could sell you some CDs in Spanish now, at least I have something to fall back on, just incase the whole bachelor's degree thing doesn't work out.
9.06.2008
how i spent my summer vacation
so i had 4 choices of topics to choose from for my english paper. i chose the ever so classic "how i spent my summer vacation". to me it meant a lot and even though this paper is not worth that much, i have a lot of pride in it. i think for a class assignment i put a lot of real true emotion into it, weather i wanted to or not. there were some parts that i would have rather left out, but it would have left holes in my paper, in my summer, and in my heart.
How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Every year a special season comes full term that everyone regardless of age, gender, race, job, lifestyle or financial situation looks forward to with the soul purpose of making it “the best one ever”, it is called Summer. We make it our personal duty to do anything and everything possible in this 3 month period of time that is grounds for discredit during the bleaker months that follow for whatever reasons. I am no exception, I actually take this idea and run with it even further.
This Summer was bound to be one for the books. Preceding my Winter months that carried on into Spring which was still the never ending party, I decided to continue to stay at my once thought of “Winter arrangement” into the Summer season. I had made a life time amount of friends in seven months and was in no hurry to change scenery, for where I lived was one of the most beautiful places on earth, Mammoth Lakes, California. Everything was coming to bloom, a thick layer of yellow pollen had collected on my car as I walked outside my house, I was in no rush for work, I took time to take in my “front yard” the Sherwin Mountain range that still had snow patches hidden away, glaciers. The whole town was under attack by yellow spores floating around, careless to the happenings of village, I’d stir up patches as a drove my beat up 2001 Ford to work. My days consisted of living the ultimate dream that middle aged people who sat in their cubicles would day dream about, hoping for a real get away other than leaving work thirty minutes early to catch the tail end of happy hour. A usual day consisted of me waking up at 8 am, taking care of my morning hygienic rituals in the bathroom I worked on overload trying to keep spotless while living with three boys, cleaning up the empty beer cans sprawled across our kitchen to our outside deck and collecting cigarette butts from the long night’s parties, waking my roommates up for breakfast, and drive two minutes down the road to work. My job was working at a leather store, we sold furs as well, the ironic part still stays at that I’m vegan. But the job paid overly well for the lack of actual work done, and I was working on the same strip of shops that six of my friends worked at with the ability to have all day pay to hang out. After I’d lock up the shop, there weren’t necessarily a plethora of things to do in a ski town during the Summer at night, but we always found something. Perks of living in “THE party house” was that there was always someone home weather they lived there or not and everyone always wanted to do something. More than that, I’d never have to feel alone, seeing as though my boyfriend at the time lived 3,000 miles across country in Washington, DC. We would party into the late hours of the night with our large but close knit group of friends doing various random acts and trekking through the forest late at night into old mining caves, we felt like it was the best time of our lives. And it was. From moving to Mammoth from Los Angeles, the vibe of the people and the atmosphere itself was completely different and in many ways indescribable to tell someone who “wasn’t there.” It couldn’t get much better than the friends I had, the house I lived in and the actual location I lived. I was the happiest I had ever been.
My days off from work were nothing short of lived to the fullest, no matter what was the plan. I could be doing anything from sitting on scolding hot black tire inter-tubes and pool floats with 10 people linked together floating down the Owens’ river all day, to sitting around the Twin Lakes shore camping or poolside and bbqing, to packing up backpacks to hike Mammoth rock for a picnic lunch. At some point in the day we’d meander over to the local pizza hub in the village because at least one of our friends would be working, which would mean free food and the dinner issue was solved. We’d sit outside absorbing the evening heat that we waited all winter for, when sandals were out of the question. I am by no means someone that could flourish and survive under the florescent lights of a office building, filing papers in monotonous task form, my vice the the outdoors. Every moment of sunlight and then some was spent outside soaking up as much of the harmful UVA/UVB rays as possible, only to further my belief that this Summer had sped up my enviable skin cancer possibilities. To me, all worth it.
This Summer I managed to scrape the left over savings of hard earned money into two different occasions for plane tickets, both to visit Washington, DC. It was my first time ever. I had gone to visit my boyfriend an accumulation of 30 days total. Because I was there for him, and not the glory of seeing our nations capital and the bed of our President was the last thing on my list of things to do. Though I did see much of the landscape, I focused my attention more so on him and not standing in line at the reflecting pool with all the other tourist. It all was an overwhelming experience, not my first time to a totally new place, but it was with the addition of living a life as if I had grown up there with the help of my boyfriend, the dizziness of being in love in a new surrounding, everything was sunshine and rainbows, so romantic, even in the horrible storms we ran into while vacationing on this beach house in Delaware. It was truly magical. But magic only resides in fairy tales for me, and the thoughts of these amazing days does nothing but haunt me now. With the residual affects of a recent break up, parts of my glorious Summer vacation had been darkened with heartache and sadness. Though I will never forget how wonderful it was, and how much of a princess I felt at the time, it does not erase the hole in my heart. Winter love was never meant to go past Spring I suppose.
Because of multiple reasons my Summer wonderland had to come to somewhat of a halt. Between my mother’s persuasive powers and my father’s growing illness, I felt it was within my duties as a participating daughter to do what I thought was best, and move back to Los Angeles. Against my better judgment, I did so with a laundry list of pros and cons. The idea was to go back to school and live at home free of rent which to any struggling child looks at like a mirage on the Serengeti Planes, looks good until its up close. So I did. Needless to say coming home to old friends was fun, it was like I never left the party and the people were still the same. To me, it was an alarm going off that Summer was over, adult day camp had ended and the real world had to start.
Although this summer seemed to have a routine without guidelines, it was by far the only Summer of its kind in my life history. The amount of meaning, understanding of self and endless possibilities has made its mark on me, though I have many summers to come, this is nothing less than unforgettable.
How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Every year a special season comes full term that everyone regardless of age, gender, race, job, lifestyle or financial situation looks forward to with the soul purpose of making it “the best one ever”, it is called Summer. We make it our personal duty to do anything and everything possible in this 3 month period of time that is grounds for discredit during the bleaker months that follow for whatever reasons. I am no exception, I actually take this idea and run with it even further.
This Summer was bound to be one for the books. Preceding my Winter months that carried on into Spring which was still the never ending party, I decided to continue to stay at my once thought of “Winter arrangement” into the Summer season. I had made a life time amount of friends in seven months and was in no hurry to change scenery, for where I lived was one of the most beautiful places on earth, Mammoth Lakes, California. Everything was coming to bloom, a thick layer of yellow pollen had collected on my car as I walked outside my house, I was in no rush for work, I took time to take in my “front yard” the Sherwin Mountain range that still had snow patches hidden away, glaciers. The whole town was under attack by yellow spores floating around, careless to the happenings of village, I’d stir up patches as a drove my beat up 2001 Ford to work. My days consisted of living the ultimate dream that middle aged people who sat in their cubicles would day dream about, hoping for a real get away other than leaving work thirty minutes early to catch the tail end of happy hour. A usual day consisted of me waking up at 8 am, taking care of my morning hygienic rituals in the bathroom I worked on overload trying to keep spotless while living with three boys, cleaning up the empty beer cans sprawled across our kitchen to our outside deck and collecting cigarette butts from the long night’s parties, waking my roommates up for breakfast, and drive two minutes down the road to work. My job was working at a leather store, we sold furs as well, the ironic part still stays at that I’m vegan. But the job paid overly well for the lack of actual work done, and I was working on the same strip of shops that six of my friends worked at with the ability to have all day pay to hang out. After I’d lock up the shop, there weren’t necessarily a plethora of things to do in a ski town during the Summer at night, but we always found something. Perks of living in “THE party house” was that there was always someone home weather they lived there or not and everyone always wanted to do something. More than that, I’d never have to feel alone, seeing as though my boyfriend at the time lived 3,000 miles across country in Washington, DC. We would party into the late hours of the night with our large but close knit group of friends doing various random acts and trekking through the forest late at night into old mining caves, we felt like it was the best time of our lives. And it was. From moving to Mammoth from Los Angeles, the vibe of the people and the atmosphere itself was completely different and in many ways indescribable to tell someone who “wasn’t there.” It couldn’t get much better than the friends I had, the house I lived in and the actual location I lived. I was the happiest I had ever been.
My days off from work were nothing short of lived to the fullest, no matter what was the plan. I could be doing anything from sitting on scolding hot black tire inter-tubes and pool floats with 10 people linked together floating down the Owens’ river all day, to sitting around the Twin Lakes shore camping or poolside and bbqing, to packing up backpacks to hike Mammoth rock for a picnic lunch. At some point in the day we’d meander over to the local pizza hub in the village because at least one of our friends would be working, which would mean free food and the dinner issue was solved. We’d sit outside absorbing the evening heat that we waited all winter for, when sandals were out of the question. I am by no means someone that could flourish and survive under the florescent lights of a office building, filing papers in monotonous task form, my vice the the outdoors. Every moment of sunlight and then some was spent outside soaking up as much of the harmful UVA/UVB rays as possible, only to further my belief that this Summer had sped up my enviable skin cancer possibilities. To me, all worth it.
This Summer I managed to scrape the left over savings of hard earned money into two different occasions for plane tickets, both to visit Washington, DC. It was my first time ever. I had gone to visit my boyfriend an accumulation of 30 days total. Because I was there for him, and not the glory of seeing our nations capital and the bed of our President was the last thing on my list of things to do. Though I did see much of the landscape, I focused my attention more so on him and not standing in line at the reflecting pool with all the other tourist. It all was an overwhelming experience, not my first time to a totally new place, but it was with the addition of living a life as if I had grown up there with the help of my boyfriend, the dizziness of being in love in a new surrounding, everything was sunshine and rainbows, so romantic, even in the horrible storms we ran into while vacationing on this beach house in Delaware. It was truly magical. But magic only resides in fairy tales for me, and the thoughts of these amazing days does nothing but haunt me now. With the residual affects of a recent break up, parts of my glorious Summer vacation had been darkened with heartache and sadness. Though I will never forget how wonderful it was, and how much of a princess I felt at the time, it does not erase the hole in my heart. Winter love was never meant to go past Spring I suppose.
Because of multiple reasons my Summer wonderland had to come to somewhat of a halt. Between my mother’s persuasive powers and my father’s growing illness, I felt it was within my duties as a participating daughter to do what I thought was best, and move back to Los Angeles. Against my better judgment, I did so with a laundry list of pros and cons. The idea was to go back to school and live at home free of rent which to any struggling child looks at like a mirage on the Serengeti Planes, looks good until its up close. So I did. Needless to say coming home to old friends was fun, it was like I never left the party and the people were still the same. To me, it was an alarm going off that Summer was over, adult day camp had ended and the real world had to start.
Although this summer seemed to have a routine without guidelines, it was by far the only Summer of its kind in my life history. The amount of meaning, understanding of self and endless possibilities has made its mark on me, though I have many summers to come, this is nothing less than unforgettable.
8.14.2008
7.20.2008
hippies
if you're gunna do something involving late night, nature and booze, make sure you factor hippies into your plans because without a doubt you'll run into them, usually naked.
last night danny, james, matt and i treked out to the desert in search of the farthest hot spring, down which could be conceived as the first "road" ever made. we were almost positive that this is the dirt road everyone dies on, not because its a horrible road, just how incredibly sketch it is, in general. we get there, walk across boards and low and behold there's the hot spring ... and a hippie. this night could be considered one of the best nights in mammoth, thus far. break out our 30 pac, eat shit on the moss, and find a ledge. just to notice that the hippie is A) naked and B) is rockin a mean man-gina. so awesome. we got boozy til 2am with the most ridic conversations i have ever imagined with this hippie dude that was half drunk half fried out his mind. it was far out. dude was a legend. packed up our gear and walked back to the truck just to make yet another good decision to trek all the way bishop to get down hard on some denny's (because nothing in mammoth s 24 hours, not even close). one of the best meals i have ever had, hands down. i haven't had denny's in like over a goddamn year, let alone chain restraunt food. became bishop hooligans and made it back home while me and danny slept in the back seat of james' truck, i have NO clue how we both managed to lay down. i was on the floor? happens. came back at 5, and now here i am. what's the deal with these rain clouds, can't sun my bunz.
7.18.2008
disco inferno and leather face
i have spent my whole entire day lurking the internutz for siqq beats. why? because apparently i have turned into a homo electro club kid via my ipod and nerd lurking, not so much the actual club. something bout the mammoth "scene" doesn't scream MSTRKRFT, though most kids here exploit the dance parties to the fullest. i've come across some awesome shit, as well as a lot of shit. either way i'll be restocking the ipod with freshies so for my 2 minute ride to work in the morning, where i can get a quarter of the way through a song to get me through the whole day. hype machine has managed to get my through my day of lookie lou's and bullshit small talk. i can't believe its not even 4. even more so, i can't believe people are starting to put direct links to songs insted of zshare files, fucking christ, let me steal your songs. limewire doesn't work on the first ibook ever made apparently...
i've been doing my summer part on gettin down with the bronzing sport in the spirit of the olympics. i've tried to regularly work on a soulful glow, i've even managed to express it in a cheezie pick up line and crayon, observe. "if you were a crayon, you'd be "sexy" color", like obviously that makes no sense, but if someone said that to you, you'd be like "dammnnn, i'm good enough to make a crayon out of" who doesn't like crayons. or my other particular summer pick up line i've managed to slure out "damn boy you golden like a tatter tot, leme get some and put you in my pocket". more than anything, we know i was wasted at the time and more than that, i never pick up on dudes, i just love the catchy lines i can think of while under the inflence of every beverage in my arm length. me and duncan went to the pool yesterday where i decided after 30 minutes of deliberation, to get the tanning oil without ANY sunsceen. we believe it was the best choice, because everyone is jealous of our radiating tans, though we were slightly, SLIGHTLY pink, we managed to out shine everyone, as allways. so 2 thumbs up for hawaiian tropic dark tanning oil, may you give me years and years of uncontroable skin cancer.
yesterday i started off the day with a slight "jog", aka, i walked faster than normal. half in part due to the fact that not even 100 feet from my house, i encounter a baby brown bear booking it across the street, and hangin out right infront of me. i'm thinking "fuckin bitchin, thats a bear, like, way close." then i'm thinking "whoa, he's way too close" and then i start thinking even more as i'm jogging closer "fuck, that means mom is close, i'm almost positive mom's about 4 times bigger than this dude, uhhhhh." and then he scurries off. good call, then i got bummed thinking, shitty dick, i won't be able to see that stuff soon as i move back into the urban wasteland, just homeless. so i kept going and ran along the stream and sat on a rock in it, got super hippie and intuned. its so damn beautiful here, i will truely miss it and my friends, even though i have a lot to go back to i guess. just more drama and bullshit i'm not going to get into. i so am not looking forward to moving back to LA. like, at all. like, FER SURE. shithead.
i keep talking about my bike, shit. hope i'm not too much a bitch ass pussy to ride the ghetto whip.
i'll be in this exact spot in 17 days. i'm a busy girl.
7.15.2008
"what's going on with the village"
are you joking me. do i look like rusty fucking gregory? do i look like the CEO of CNL or intrawest? DO I LOOK LIKE I FUCKING KNOW WHATS GOING ON WITH THE FUCKING VILLAGE? I DON'T GET PAID TO CARE. i work at a leather store selling assless chaps and mink bras, does it look like i know why color me mine moved or why everythings closed? pick up the fucking SHEET.
i'm sorry. i just spend 60 hours a week talking nonsense with 2nd home visitors about the village going ons to the point now that i ignore their questions of ignorance and say i don't know, i don't care. do you think you are the first person to ask me that or carry on a 2 hour conversation with me about it? i can honestly state that not one person has walked through my doors without making a comment or trying to suck me dry of information about why the village is dead. thnx for wasting my time.
7.02.2008
knowledge is power, power over knowledge
what?
sometimes for unknow reasons, insignificant events turn into unknown turning points. like when you wake up and you litterly say "what happened last night?" that triggers a slew of thoughts into your head leading you with an end result of, i need to stop drinking. atleast thats how it usually goes for me. now, there's been many of these nights before, obviously years of these nights before, but for some reason, this time, you think "i'm over this" and take some self time to mend. i believe this time is crucial and neccessary for everyones self growth as a whole, if not, would that be considered de-evolution? to not progress with a natural flow of change? anways... i do this ever so often, keeps me sane and adventurous, if you will. so along with the full change in diet, commitment to excersize and daily routine of being bad ass, i decided to investigate my skull a bit and re-enroll in school, finally getting that fucking stupid nagging ball in motion. leaving me here, an application confirmation number, a bowl of home made sorbet looking at school supplies on officemax.com. fight me, i'm excited. also my future plans of drinking look bleek. although matt did just ask me what my 4th plans were and i replied with "getting fuckin hammered drunk," i believe its just a reflex.
this was nothing worth 2 minutes of time, but you did it anyways. sorry.
hopefully wit overrides all....
sometimes for unknow reasons, insignificant events turn into unknown turning points. like when you wake up and you litterly say "what happened last night?" that triggers a slew of thoughts into your head leading you with an end result of, i need to stop drinking. atleast thats how it usually goes for me. now, there's been many of these nights before, obviously years of these nights before, but for some reason, this time, you think "i'm over this" and take some self time to mend. i believe this time is crucial and neccessary for everyones self growth as a whole, if not, would that be considered de-evolution? to not progress with a natural flow of change? anways... i do this ever so often, keeps me sane and adventurous, if you will. so along with the full change in diet, commitment to excersize and daily routine of being bad ass, i decided to investigate my skull a bit and re-enroll in school, finally getting that fucking stupid nagging ball in motion. leaving me here, an application confirmation number, a bowl of home made sorbet looking at school supplies on officemax.com. fight me, i'm excited. also my future plans of drinking look bleek. although matt did just ask me what my 4th plans were and i replied with "getting fuckin hammered drunk," i believe its just a reflex.
this was nothing worth 2 minutes of time, but you did it anyways. sorry.
hopefully wit overrides all....
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