February 2012
2 posts
oh man. I was looking at my old journal and I found these poems of cut-up newspapers I made a couple years ago living at a crazy house in Tucson. misssssssssss. I never make cut-up poems anymore. Need to.
it’s kind of a funny story sitting still, paying attention, Be Seriously Playful happy to have the blues Live and Work Re-defining the Alternative You can responsibly drink AT HOME ...
These are the drunken noncommunications of living with someone you sleep with sometimes.
Him: YAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW
WWWWWWWWWWWYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYY HEEEEEEEEE
Ash: Is that the Lion King?
Me: Hahahahahaha. Oh, fuck. Fuck I am drunk. This is not cool. -sad eyes
Ash: Don’t trip, girl.
Him: AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...
January 2012
1 post
The song Meet Me There by Squinch Owl.
is all the makes sense these dark, dark nights in Michigan. January seems cursed.
November 2011
1 post
I am happy. I like Detroit. I’m glad to be here AND I’m excited to visit Tucson over break.
also, relevant, always- the make-fun-of-hipsters-are-you-a-hipster?-I’M-not-yes-liar culture our times;
http://www.quickmeme.com/Hipster-Barista/
what else. that’s it.
snow on the ground! I like the Crow Manor (house I’m living in currently) a lot with people gone and on...
October 2011
6 posts
Had my first battleeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
It was less climactic than I expected because for this battle, 1v1s, you only go one round each to try to qualify for the next prelim… and I didn’t qualify! No mistake I was probably the worst dancer battling.
Buttttttt I got good advice and it was fun. I really like the scene in Michigan.
We got back at 4 am- three HOURS I was in this car driving back from Grand Rapids to Detroit...
Why being a girl isn't working out for me:
Body: Oh, guess what time of the month it is!
Me: Please, god, no--
Ovaries: ALL SYSTEMS GOOOOOOOO!!!
Brain: I quit. i quit. kittens and cupcakes and no one loves me. oh my god salty snacks i am furious
Me: Please, guys, calm down--
Face: TIME TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER LIKED ABOUT ME. I'M GROWING MOUNTAINS, BITCHES.
Brain: And now I'm ugly! shbdksdnksbn
Torso: Time to practice labor. cramp this bitch up. GO GO GO GO GO GO
Me: STOP IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
Stomach: lol clothes cant fit you anymore. you are bloated. you are now a balloooooooon!
Me: I hate you all
Brain: I KNOW EVERYONE HATES ME I AM SO DEPRESSED. we need to procreate.
Face: Lol, i'm not done yet.
Uterus: what did i ever do to deserve this?
Brain: you just wait uterus. they're going to make you hold a baby for like 9 months straight.
Uterus: You mother fuckers.
Torso: CONTRACT!
Me: I quit being female, I am now a llama.
Brain: Me gusta.
haaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha.
So I hurt myself dancing (sounds like the beginning of a joke) the last few days and Tumblr is a nice indulgence.. Because of posts like these!
NO.
no no no no nooooooooooooo………… Any joy in my bones is shrugging out in these cold stabs of rain. ENDLESS RAIN. I don’t know how I ever survived the North.
FUCK. THIS. I can’t think and I’m supposed to be applying for jobs which is nigh impossible because who in their right mind would go out in weather like this? In such a barren, barren lost city.
Winter...
ohhhhhhhhh kay.
how to not go crazy when it’s cold out: LAYER UP (duhhhhhhhh. except that’s not so feasible when I have pretty much no money to spare on buying layers. layers?!? I never needed many when I was living in the desert).
have dance parties inside the house (AND TURN OFF THE TV! whose bright idea was it to buy a TV? gah).
...
hmm. I feel like someone has hijacked my tumblr because the title at the top is “lusting from afar” and hellllllls no did I make that my tumbling motto.
Or did I? I thought it was something about dancing.
anyways I’ve missed tumblr, weirdly enough. I’m so excited to be making up a routine to audition for this crazy Botox blonde lady from California who’s in charge...
September 2011
2 posts
yooooo I made a track. it is 5 in the morning....
siiiiiiiiiiigh.
Breakdancing on the East Coast is WHERE IT’S AT. so many fucking good bboys and bgirls.
accccccck I know where I’m moving to, next year.
for now I miss Tucson so constantly and increasingly I’m getting in pain about it.
so much good and so much heartache too. fuck, so much boredom. whaddya expect, traveling?
Heart rips a little with every love and every hurt. I met one of the...
July 2011
2 posts
I feel out of place-
-but no, not at all. I am one among the white wealthy browsing the post-everything elite-intellectual bookstore; I am one among the young women walking Bedford Avenue bedecked in sunglasses, booty shorts and flowing shirts- less dressed up to be sure but it’s a result of my traveling restricting what I can pack; not any real indicator of a dividing line in class or...
I am going to invent interpretive breakdance.
It doesn’t exist in theater, at least not well. New Lyfe Goal
May 2011
1 post
wow it has been forever since I’ve posted.
I lost my journal recently so I’m reverting to online substitutes for it and it’s making me sad because not very satisfying.
I’m living in Kansas City, Misery- this state so fucking weird, at least to my West-Coast-bubble background. but I love it for its grunge and its grime and its total beauty too- large trees that...
February 2011
2 posts
whoa. did I think I was done with Tumblr like anything.
but I guess when I’m in transition points in my life posting about it has an undeniable appeal. like solidifying changes before they actually happen. manifesting changes.
I am SO BURNT OUT on Tucson. thanks Tucson, for everything, I love you and I’ll probably be staying somewhere in this town another year-
but for now, I need...
the difference between being poly and being a playboy when you’re an overprivileged hip hippie dude incapable of communication or reading people’s feelings:
no thing. and there/should be a difference.
October 2010
5 posts
a skirted gyro: tyler is the weirdest person I... →
vizwrtsic:
for a lot of reasons. the chief one for the moment being he 1) watches netflix documentaries for fun and mostly 2) takes notes on them, also for fun.
he just fbed me this:
Sweetness is engrained in DNA Sweetness is signal for something good for us Sweetness is very rare in nature Apple, just…
7 and a half BILLION POUNDS of taters a year. good grief. what would we do if there...
I am so sick of work. For my eight hour shift I didn’t take a break or go to the bathroom because I was trying to not get behind and I still am told I’m too slow.
TOO SLOW.. fuckin corporate jobs. I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate this one. Ridiculousness.
I need to get some energy asap to go to capoeira at Skrappy’s.. I don’t think I will though. well maybe. for like 20...
It's the kind of night for learning Patsy Cline
and Regina Spektor songs on the guitar.
WHY?? (as if there needed to be a good reason)
I don’t have work tomorrow at 6 am is WHY!!! or any time tomorrow!!!
WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ahhhhh does working full-time make me appreciate my free time. pastries, I will avoid you yet! no more dough-rolling or mix-up-with-the-mixers haunting my dreams until Thurrrrrsday!!
also I’m having a...
ok this is usually not the context for creating self-addressed Post-it notes but I do what I want,
and HOW TO AVOID COMING HOME FROM WORK TO FIND ALL OF MY FOOD EATEN BY MY ROOMMATES:
(in a hippie house where labeling is almost like a faux pas or something, insulting):
label anyway
hide my shit in the very far back of freezer/fridge
buy backup of canned stuff so if someone does finish it...
I can’t sleep, but I do have to get up in 4 hours. hrmf.
I love my music.. there’s this one song by Notion that I can’t remember the name of, and I want to give it a shout-out because this song kept me human during my awful dorm-entrapped freshman year of college.
there’s something about this music/ something about lying face down door closed faith drowned dirty clothes...
September 2010
1 post
Beyond Bread is the weirdest place I’ve ever worked probably because it’s the most “normal” type of job I haven’t had before. I’m lucky to be training in a special skill, which is baking, and waking up at 5 am comes along with that— all not-normal caveats and bonuses for many other food-industry jobs- but the store itself, its kind-of-corporate,...
August 2010
1 post
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My scary pervy downstairs neighbor Roy is AGAIN...
Roy is sitting directly outside my door and I hate him with all my heart. Also he hasn’t worn a shirt during every occasion I’ve been unfortunate enough to see him. Is he too drunk to put one on, EVER?
Once I find out if the table and chairs belong to Sasha or to him, I’m taking them inside immediately if they belong to Sasha. I do not want him hanging out shirtless outside my...
June 2010
34 posts
casimirpulaskiday:
alleysun:
The National -...
I can never decide.. I need a genie to tell me what I should keep on doing and what I shouldn’t
I don’t even know if I’m happy or unhappy doing something until it’s OVER. how weird is that. self-knowledge is useless if it only works retroactively
the first time I traveled on my own was important not mainly because of meeting new people and seeing new places, because the...
nothing feels real
the way I’m living. how is that possible?
Joie de Vivre: Excitement, Adventure...the Jedi... →
Week 2 – Europe Diary
The last few days have been…rough. April and I have had our limits tested with rain, angry cows, soggy fields, stinging nettle, failed efforts at hitching, and…park benches. It’s not to say it’s been horrible, I mean…there have been some moments when I wished I was…
Mer I love this and it makes me want to travel again, but I’m also debating staying put for...
The Weekly’s outdone itself yet again. In a grab for readership- because they can’t keep on talking about SB1070, and what subject will always grab people’s attention? Aliens. It appeals to our escapist fantasies- this issue featured a hilariously CHEESY article about aliens. The last line literally quotes a scene with Jodie Foster in which her character is told to...
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Search these words in your iTunes and write down...
areyouaverage:
Happy: Happy Day [Theophilus London]
Sad: Supersonic Love [Charles Hamilton]
Love: Love Story [Big Sean]
Hate: Hate to Say I Told You So [Brandun Deshay]
Light: The Light Company [Cool Kids]
Dark: Glow in The Dark [Chris Brown]
Good: Good Morning Ceven [Brandun Deshay]
Bad: Interlude (Bad Day) [Brandun Deshay]
Hello: Say Hello [Jay-z]
Bye: Bye Summer [Casey...
Write one leaf about crying yourself to sleep.
(via writeoneleaf)
Yesterday the swamp cooler broke and it has been upward of 90 degrees inside the house all night and this morning so my body cried /sweated itself to fitful sleep and now it’s the morning and TOO. HOT! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhck I’m going to go find shade under a tree in the park like a resourceful bum
A roach broke my swamp cooler.
now it’s 90 degrees inside and infested.
more words in my journal, either tumblr/blogs or print, are devoted to roaches than anything else in my life. I need to become a roachologist already to justify this amount of energy.
you know how certain songs seem to represent a year or phase of your life, as if you did nothing that whole time but listen to one song or one album on repeat for every waking minute?
and then when you hear it later, it takes you back. so I realized “Santeria” by Sublime has been a totally “Tucson”/my time in Tucson song for me (yeah 90s. they never die) and it made me...
where did all the trees go.. doesn’t anyone know
they said you’re big before you’re small
I’m so glad i don’t know it allllll
Listen
I’m not sure why this makes me sad but the more that hip-hop becomes mainstream- not like MTV videos mainstream, but part of lots of different genres marketed toward lots of different groups- .. I feel really sad that it has evolved so far from its roots. and I feel like I don’t have a right to be sad about something like that, because a. that was inevitable, and b. that’s...
I MADE SOUP!!!!! I have never made soup before in my life. I know you’re thinking, “oh, what’s to making soup, you just heat up water and throw stuff in there.” well that’s what I was thinking too and that’s why the soup I made tastes like crap. Apparently you have to COOK (??) the vegetables/whatnot BEFORE putting it in the water. thanks Internet, too little...
“Today I realized that if the world ends in 2012, we will still get to see all...”
– (via tincrocodile)
just remembered that i saw a card in the...
flickflickflicker:
i think there was something else below that, but i was in a hurry, and couldn’t stop to check.
okay! let me take a guess… farts are methane.. methane contributes to global warming.. and more kids GET SKIN CANCER AND HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL
SOLVED! either that, or maybe it was an anti-cigarette card. like, “Your farts (contain secondhand smoke) hospitalize...
