Plastic California

Desperate times call for desperate measures. If you knew what I did for a living, you would make your account private too!

Today's news:

So Princess found out that she is moving to CT in September, which is totally awesome and incredibly sad. In the words of Gia, "Why do people keep leaving me, I have to go I have to go, where the fuck does everybody go" /end melodramatic rant. Although thats two of my best college friends up and leaving me. How I miss Laila. Anyway, its exciting because I will finally get to do the New England States tour with someone who lives there so yay for future vacations!

Like 20 minutes ago John and I found out that we got the apartment he looked at on sunday! The people seem super nice and it makes my life!

yay, now you should be excited for me.

I'm not good at the whole lj thing. Anyhow, my last post was about the summer of mal 2, which it so wasn't! However, this upcoming summer will for sure be the summer of mal 2. I've decided the summer of mal's can only come on a graduation year, which also happens to coincide with a major birthday. Thats right 21, boss.

Anyhow, there is no way it won't be the summer of mal, even though I am missing BFD.

We have graduation to kick things off! I'll be moving to Berkeley and hitting up my first official SF Pride. There the queer film fest and other goodies. Then my birthday and the housboating extravaganza. Tori is gonna be doing her US tour and John and I will so be there and close!

so yea, basically, prepare youself!

Also, I will have lots of time on my hands which means more geeky endeavors to persue, like comming up with a cool layout for this lj I never use. :)

Has begun! Move in party last night was more than a blast. Fiona Apple concert tonight, 4th Row. Really there is no better way to start off a summer.

So my ultimate fantasy has come true in the form of a movie: Loving Annabelle. It was writen and directed by the lovely Katherine Brooks. She is SOOO passionate about it. The movie will be touring the Queer Film Festivals in th coming months, and is set for DVD release in October.

The tagline for the movie is: One Teacher, One Student, One Secret.

needless to say its amazing lesbian goodness.

check out the trailer and pics and lots of obsessed fans at: www.myspace.com/weloveannabelle

Its run by Katherine and her team with lots of interaction between everyone involved and the fans! go look NOW.

I wish you could search LJ by someones name... how are you supposed to keep tabs on people that you dont have emails for... hello get with the program. Its no wonder I never go on LJ anymore!

-extremely annoyed

Hey,

I'm leaving for spain today at like 2am... should be wicked fun. Will tell you all about it when I get back... Been out a few nights so far we've been to 3 pubs and a club. We were sapposed to go to Fabric, a superclub but it was a 2 hour queue! Anyway more later hope all is well.

-Mal

Hey everyone,

Just wanted you to know I'm still alive. I finished summer school and am now beyond ready to embark on my journey to the UK. Hope all is well! catch you on the flip side...

As I'm sure all of you know, Laila lives in central london and so you can just imagine how my day has been. I found out about it upon waking up to my cell phone at 3am this morning. My mom called to tell me what happened, and of course I didnt sleep after that.

I tried multiple times all day to call her mom's residence as well as her sister and either the phone rang and rang or I couldnt get through.

The next step was to email which both my mom and I did and then I had to g oto school at 9am this morning. I went to school and had a quiz, I'm not sure I could tell you what was on it. I spent most the morning crying.

I recieved a call from my dad telling me he didnt want me to go in august, and all I can think about is laila, who cares about fucking vacation in august for christ sake.

Then when I was on my way home from school I tried phoning again to no avail. I then continued home hoping to find an email waiting for me, but nothing, it was now nearly 12 hours since the bombing and I didn't know what to think.

I took a nap finally before I had to head to work, my eyes were burning from crying all day and so the sleep was welcomed. I was woken up shortly after, my mom called to tell me she had just got an email from Anne, Laila's mom. Thankfully they are all ok, and I am soooooo releived.

I then continued to work, which sucked as expected, but on my way out I found a letter in my mail box from someone special. Which only brightened my day beyond belief.

After I got home from work I went to make dinner and then discovered a clogged toilet. My roommate had flushed a cleaning thing she thought was disposable, and now there was a clog and floating turds. I tried to plunge it out but nothing worked. I decided I was going to have to "dive in", since we have no gloves, I used a trash bag instead, the quick thinker that I am ;) So all in all it was a funny situation and the toilet works fine.

I guess my point in all this is to say that while some things in life are hard and heavy to deal with, its the little things that catch you off guard and makes it all ok.

Again, I hope everything that can be done to help the citizens of London is done and that everyone does their best to keep safe. I love you all!

Good Night

you ever have one of those days where everything just plain sucks, and then something happens and while it doesn't turn your day around it just gives you that little smile you need. One that says, ok everything didn't just go to hell and a hand basket. I've been having those alot lately, this week I guess. I guess I would just like to give a shout out to the little things in life cuz hell they matter!

John, Laila and I spent a glorious evening in Berkeley tonight. We ate well and got to sit through an amazing poetry reading. I love the atmosphere that this region holds, and the warm fuzzy feeling I get inside. I love my friends and I love being home. Home is where my heart is, thank for my good planning and nuttyness that I will only have to be in SB for 2 more years. Oh, and at least I didn't get into Berkeley, probably would have taken me 5 years to get out of there. Well, I guess there's not much else to say other than I'm so glad to be home. Going furthur north tomorrow (seattle), will read my new book of poems by john's teacher, who btw is really fucking hot, has a great mouth, and is of course married with kids. Ah well!

I'm just wondering why our bad habbits never change. Even with the most forthcomming intentions to change I still stay stagnant. I want to, but I can't. Another being is blocking my progress, maybe one day all my demons will be gone and I can become the person I've always hoped I would be.

All around me all I can see is stuff. These filthy dirty things are all products of an American culture. A consumer culture, one that breeds hatred and self loathing. We don’t know what it is to want, I don’t understand hunger. I hate myself everyday for being born here. I want to help, to do something. I am powerless. I sit here in my college dorm, getting an amazing education, and I am useless. All this stuff, it makes me sick. Vomit, I need to vomit. I can’t hold the tears back anylonger and as they slide down my face I feel relief. I know I am not a bad person, I am just powerless. They say one person can change the world, but even if I could, I don’t have it in me. I can cry a river for the people in Rwanda, the Sudan, Kosovo, but my tears are worthless. Tears don’t mean a thing to these people. Tears don’t solve problems. My only question is what does?

ok, I stole this from somewhere else but it would make me smile if you guys would respond, if u respond anonymously, at least make sure ur post has some apect that will make your identity known by me :)


Tell me about someone/something that you love. (This could include: your friends, your pets, your most beloved pair of shoes, a store, or a particularly delicious dish.)


I love NorCal

I love the way I can take 50 portraits of one person and they will be just as beautiful in each and every shot.

I love how John and I have ESP, really we do.

I love how I came upon 300+ live songs of both Tori and Alanis, thats over 600 songs, yummy.

I love angie

I love how people still love me no matter what I do or how random and fucked up I really am.

I love that I'm learning to deal with a sub par situation

I love cuddling, and touching, and feeling like you could crawl inside someone and still not be close enough to them.

I love that I am a geek

I love that everyone is perfect in their own way, and that I know exactly that feature in everyone I love.

I love books, and I love being a bibliophile.

I lasty love my bed, because while it is amazing now, I know one day it will be my solace.

well, i've been out of my mind lately. For all involved, I'll send out a trop chronicles tomorrow. I miss everyone lots. I have actaully decided to attend my classes this quarter so thats really good. I got netflix and have been watching movies and tv shows on dvd and have forgotton about getting a job. oh well.

OK, so you all know that Killer's song "Somebody Told Me"... well oart of the Lyrics go "Well Somebody told me you had a boyfriend that looks like a girlfriend that I had in Febuary of last year" Do you think he means that

A) this chicks bf is a girly man
B) this chicks bf was actually a gf
or
C) his gf looked manly

humn... I'm thinking A. let me know

I don't belong.

well, i would have updated a little sooner but my fucking internet was down, like anything else is new. Anyhow, Luke, Laila, and I met my mom in Pismo for thankgivin. She barrowed a house there for the week and good times were had. After we drove up on wednesday and all my classes were a waste of time we were so hingry so we went to this grubbin ass resturaunt for dinner. My mom was telling the londoners that she brought the thanksgiving story for them and Luke was like well I sorta know it and this is his rendition:

"Well you all came over on the boat, the so called "pillgrims" on the "may flower" and then you were all starving and the native americans or i guess they were "Indians" back then offered you a feast and then after you took your nap from all the turkey sleepyness you woke up and massacered them all."

Anyway we spent the rest of the week/end hanging around watching tv and playing UNO in mass amounts. Luke had an incident with the pavement, his skateboard was an acomplis. I got 2 pairs of new pants and gained 10 pounds, overall it was productive.

My roommates drug me on a 15 mile hike up the Santa Yenez mountains yeasterday and now today im sooo fucking tired and sore and criple like its not even funny. Get the new Eminem cd it rocks. Off to take my mind off things.

Why do some people draw the masses to them, while others wait for that single smile from a random stranger? They don’t even want the masses, they shrug them off, dispose of them and move through the crowd. We’re just forced to travel the barren alleys wishing we could give a body part to be plopped in the middle of a Macy’s Day Parade, or even Pride