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.

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.

"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.

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....