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.
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