And we all get it in the end.

If This Thing Could Talk

Thu, 01 Jan 2009 01:01:11 GMT

It'd probably ask what the hell I was thinking.

I found a whisker

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:08:38 GMT

And so I thought, well, I can't avoid going on my PC any longer in order to distract myself from stumbling on the zillion or so images of the most photographed cat in the world. It's been I guess three weeks. Has it been that long? So why am I still thinking he is here? And I can definitely do without the constant dreams that he is alive and kicking, even though, in the dream I'm well aware that he isn't supposed to be there. This is ridiculous, I'm talking about an animal for Christ's sake, not a human being. It doesn't really help that I have a complete lack of understanding when it comes to death. But I won't bore myself, or anyone who reads this, with those details.

It's funny, when you take photo after photo you never know if it will be the last time you are able to take a picture of that particular thing. It becomes much more important to have the image than at what resolution or how well exposed it was. You suddenly become nervous that you may fuck something up on your hard drive, never to have that image again. I can go on and on but I've never really been good at writing and I would just wind up slaughtering my thoughts. Plus, I'll never be able to write anything that would completely satisfy me about losing Fred. So I will leave it at that, and this photo which means nothing to everyone, but a few people.

Do Not Bend

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 05:52:47 GMT

You wouldn't think such a thing received in the mail(and bent no less) could stir up such weird emotions. The only way I can describe it is like receiving both a death certificate and a birth certificate at the same time. Hmm...

Lucky Sundays, Ha!

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 07:00:41 GMT

Last night I went to what has been called the best gay club in Orange County(by whom, I can't recall). I didn't really know what to expect but what I got was far from what I had hoped it would be. I think I've been really spoiled by living in an area where even coffee houses are "gay". It really put into perspective how "the OC" is struggling to find a community (normally I hate when people refer to it as a "community"- it makes us sound like outcasts or something). But really, there was absolutely no sense of being part of something.

The club was called Lucky Sundays and it's way the hell out in Irvine and located in a Mexican restaurant. Also, what is it about SoCal clubs and not letting people leave the club to go to their car or just to get away from the hoards of people for a minute? That is really lame. I felt like at any moment I might get gay bashed, either by the ultra straight bartenders or the mass of guys freaking girls all over the dance floor. I was even asked how I was doing be the floor manager of the club. He responded to there being so many straight people because they need to take what they can get. Hmm. Don't get me wrong, there were lots of gay people there. But it felt like everyone was in the closet and this is their one place to be "out" and everyone else was just there to gawk at the funny gays. The music was also horrible, there were a few good songs played but it was mostly obscure techo shit. Not to mention that there was a pointless drag show that went way over when it was supposed to be done. Leave it to drag queens to delay everything because of their self-centered needs.

Finally, I said screw it to myself and decided to just dance off my buzz so that I could get the hell out and drive home. Mistake. As I was dancing one of drag queens from the show was dancing with another drag queen. Well, he/she(let's just say 'they') bumped into me once, ok fine, accident, then twice, ooo girl, whatever, then THREE times. So I turned around and said, "You need to get off your high horse and realize there are other people dancing here!" Then they looked at me and said, "Girl, don't even look at me right now." Oh no you di-n't! So I looks at the beast and say "Oh no, don't YOU look at ME right now, ok?!" Then some other fag dancing started saying oh it's all good. So, I turned around and continued dancing while the drag queens stormed off in mellow-dramatic glory. I'm sure they had a good laugh and it gave me this story to tell. So all IS good, I guess.

Popping My Meme Cherry

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 06:49:19 GMT

Ok, so I just couldn't resist.

1. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

No More...

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 05:47:05 GMT

...three hour critiques starting at 8:30am.

...getting absolutely jealous of the 18 year olds that are way better than me.

...dragging around of that incredibly awkward art board or other definably student-y accoutrement's.

..loans. *weeps a little at the thought*

..being a student(at least until I decide that the post-student world is either too scary to deal with or just too boring and I choose to become a student again).

There's got to be something said about following through on one of the most unlikely majors to actually get you a job after you graduate. But I can't say that I didn't already kinda know that going into it. I guess I just didn't know quite how difficult it actually is. The next year will be a trying one, yet hopefully a productive one as well.

The last 36 hours have not seen me sleep so that must be had. Then party, sleep, party, ponder, sleep, and then figure out how to not be what I have defined myself as for so long.

Finally Done, Almost

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 02:48:00 GMT

First off, a shout out to 0rko and haphazzard who's birthday's were today and yesterday. Happy Birthday!

In other news, it was only a matter of time before people other than the students noticed just how much property Academy of Art is purchasing. It is kinda scary how much they are planning on expanding in the next ten years. I always thought that reduced class size was the way to go. But anywho, guess I should care less since I'm finally done in just one more week! Funny that I'm not really any closer to knowing what I want to do now that I'm done. I hope that desperation or some other driving force will kick my butt into high gear over the next six months. I sure wish people would stop telling me how much work there isn't in the Bay Area for illustrators. I guess I should start practicing my 1's and 0's(how's that for tech talk) if I want to stay here and make enough money to live.

http://www.examiner.com/blogs/Fault_Lines/2007/12/10/Academy-of-Art-University-paints-itself-into-a-corner

Best Post Ever

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 22:57:46 GMT

So...yeah. It's only my first post...no pressure.

I figured I'd post something soon before this journal gets all dusty from lack of use. Thankfully, I am not feeling particularly emo or ranty at the moment. But I'm sure there'll be plenty of time for that in future posts.

Last night was pretty mellow. I'm glad that the latest Dancing Ghosts tribute was a hit. Apparently one-offs are the way to go. Either that or massive promotion. I find that it's much more difficult for me to be social unless I have an abundant amount of alcohol in me. Or maybe I was just tired. Hmm...

Have I mentioned how much I love getting sick? The unpredictability and length of it are a personal favorite for me. And I'm sure it's extremely sexy to say to someone, "oh, are you sure you want to get near me, because I might shoot some flem down your throat." Yes, that line gets all the guys. So, needless to say, I'm not quite sure about what to do about tonight, if that situation should arise (I'm sort-of maybe hanging out with a guy tonight that I had met on a previous occasion, for those of you who are not in the know).

**Stop reading now if you don't want to be bored to tears. No Really, what I talk about next is so incredibly dull, so you've been warned.**

On another note, I just found this really good tea that I picked up in Napa last week, which I'm sure will I will never be able to find again since it was on clearance. Boo. I'm a little scared to open any of the bottles of wine I bought because they cost so much money and it's like a race to the finish line once you open them.

That's it for now.