Magic number

Third time's a charm, right? Three strikes and you're out, right?



I am confident and optimistic, but I always am at the start of things. All I can hope for is that everything that we are claiming we have is actually there. How tragic it would be to find that after all this, there was never really anything worth fighting for?

Insecurity is a terrible and wretched creature that crawls into our ears at night and plants these seeds that bring about our downfall.

You know I'm a forgiver. Reach out and touch faith...

Like a rolling stone

It cycles again:
we fall out, and we fall in,
but mostly out...
like right now.

What is that about?

I do not bode well:
the plummets and swells.
Like the fickle and elusive moon
whose face changes like our moods.

Is now too soon?

Perhaps this is the last:
no appetite for this present and past.
There is not enough to keep me
running in circles indefinitely.

Without a whisper, I walk free.

The sun, ever so elusive in the winter, is shining through my little window. I am glad I chose a room that faces the water. I can see into the apartments across from me and I wonder what the people inside, sitting at their desks, writing on their computers, are thinking. Are they thinking of me, like I am of them?

Things like this happen all the time; the world is full of strangers who, for one moment in time, find that they might have a connection. Soon, that connection becomes fragile, and without moments to keep them in sync, they fall out of...

There should be no despair. It should be allowed to happen in natural time. It is only when we fight against nature to grasp onto things that no longer exist do we feel the unforgiving and unsatisfying tinge of regret and sorrow. But we are foolish people. Things are never as special as we imagined them to be--life goes on.

I am happy now. Maybe happy isn't the right word--I want nothing for the time being. How quickly will this feeling pass? I suppose the more I examine it, the less I stay this way.

I move on. Like a rolling stone--gathering things from the path: a collection of memories, people, feelings, and reactions. What will become of me when I reach that final end? A massive conglomeration of foreign oddities stuck onto, into me--where am I lost in that mess? Do I become the mess?

Remember family vacation slide shows?

Well, my family never did it, but I'm sure some had non-dysfunctional families.
Here's mine of my trip to California because I am strangely not tired. So... here's hoping that it's tonsillitis and not mono, woohoo!

So unlike New York, there is almost no one walking on the streets of California. Salex and I had many adventures on road... usually we didn't know exactly where we were going, but we got there anyway.
Wednesday afternoon, I touch down and as soon as we leave the airport, we immediately went to In-N-Out. I had been craving these burgers for years now. We drove down Sunset Blvd. Afterward, Salex took me to where she was working over the summer... Playboy Mansion! Except, she didn't have the access to take me inside anymore. So we just kind of drove past it slowly.We decided to go to enjoy the awesome weather and go to the beach. We drove to Santa Monica Beach at first...

Via Barnard Way
But then decided to go to Venice Beach. Took some touristy photos with the beach in the background.

We ran into a family of segways

We thought about doing some salvia and then decided to just wait til we got back NY. We ran into some interesting people and some people who would do anything to just make a buck. A group of guys were charging 2 bucks to guess 1) where you were born, 2) where you bought your shoes, and 3) what you ate for lunch. So, thinking we would at least get a laugh out of it, we paid the 2 bucks and waited. Turns out, their jokes were bad. I was 1) born in a hospital, 2) bought my shoes at a store, and 3) had food for lunch. Unsatisfied, we asked for at least a joke to be worth the 2 bucks. I guess this guy had some twisted sense of pride, got huffy and insisted we take the money back. Okay, whatever. If you're going to do that for a living, at least be funny about it. Another guy I met while guarding the public restroom for Salex. I told him I was the bathroom guard, and he chuckled. I mentioned that I smelled something sticky and from inside one of the stalls he yelled, "good nose!" We went over to check his art afterwards, and he told me about an old man who was walking by. Made his living on the beach for 30 years until he was forced to shut it down due to sanitation rules and lookeyloos. He was a masseuse. The man told us to live our dreams and be happy.

Later that night, we went to LA's Beauty Bar. Where, just as we usually have to in NY, we started the party. We get up, shake our asses, and pretty soon we have to fight to find a spot on the dance floor. Why are people so self-conscious that they'll only dance once there are already people dancing? Lame.
Met up with Sam, who we both haven't seen in ages. Mr. "oh, sorry I gotta send this email to like Fred Savage"--oh how Hollywood changes you. Just kidding Sam, we love you! But my how times have changed from when we used to live together in 8B... those were some good times.
Thursday, we go window shopping... I forget where... Sunset? Anyway, there's some human life wandering the streets. We alter our states of consciousness a bit with some herb and proceed to talk about how necessary it was for Salex to get a pair of black jeans for about half and hour. We have some nasty fake pinkberry and then I stumble upon this work of art on the street. It's everything that you could wish for... trashy, sexy, and totally something I could just wear everyday. On our way back from disgusting froyo, I am saddened to see the dress off the mannequin. I run inside and with a sadness that is palpable I ask the store employees if the dress was sold. Excited that someone else shares appreciation for the dress, he urges me to try it on. I am too wrapped to ask how much it might be.
Salex looks upon the work of art that is this dress and cannot help but try it on herself. I must say, it looks great on her. Finally, I ask how much the dress is.. and it is too expensive. We contemplate sharing the dress... but we both know that it would be too awesome for us to share. So, with heavy hearts... we leave it behind. I vow to make a dress like that for the both of us sometime after May with my little ol' sewing machine and lots of PVC material.
I did not get to document our dinner, but we decide to go to a place Salex remembers from her teen years. Tokyo Delves looks cute, the waiters are loud and greet you with enthusiasm, and it's totally a place where teenagers might get their rocks off. We may have indulged in some more bud and when we walk in.. the greeter immediately comments on the delightful scent we have on us as he gives us a big hug. We, of course, stoned, giggle and say something like, "yeah, we had ice cream earlier" to which he goes, "yeah, I looooove ice cream!" He signals the sushi chefs to chant a greeting and I get why this place is popular. We are seated at the bar, in the corner where all the waiters congregate. Our waiter calls us a bunch of stoners after a fit of giggles as we try to order our meal. Suddenly, we don't feel so awesome... instead we are quite annoyed that there are a minimum of 3 waiters at a time hovering over us talking about football and getting wasted later that night. Our food arrives, and sadly.. the sushi is horrendous. The fish isn't fresh and the rolls are salty. Fail. After we had just complained to each other how this corner pretty much sucked, in our paranoid state of mind, we both hear the same thing, "hey, isn't this corner back here the best of the year?" ... we wait in quite desperation and shock that they might comment on our conversation, which we thought was private. Seconds, which feels like hours, pass and the waiter says, and this time we hear what he actually said, "hey, which quarter back do you think was the best this year?" Whew... we pay our bill and then bitch about it the whole drive back ha.

We stayed in Thursday night to make sure we were well rested for our trip to Sea World. So, after remembering the terrible froyo incident, we decide to treat ourselves to some real ice cream: 31 flavas yo! We embark on one of Salex's favorite rituals. Go to the ice cream store, stick it in the freezer, enjoy some ganj, and then eat it. Except tonight, we decide to eat it in the hot tub. Oh yes. We fool around the the different settings and after all the ice cream is gone, we decide that the hot tub is just too hot. We fall asleep fairly early excited about sea creatures.

So Sea World was the experience of a lifetime. We get to the park after minimal traffic, which already is amazing. Have lunch at a Jack in the Box, which neither of us has ever had, and it was like any fast food joint. We contemplate just where we can enjoy some illegal delights... scope out some designated smoking areas, think about the sky ride... when I stumble upon this darkened corner behind the sky ride. We see a pathway that opens up to the water; no gates, no barricades... just glorious and hidden from the public. We camouflage and do our sneaky business.
We time everything perfectly, and get to see almost the whole park. We start out with these flamingos... they were really funny and kept marching around.

We rush over to the sea otters. Where we spend a lot of time just watching them swim past us eating shrimp. Looks like a fun life.
Now, we make it to the dolphin petting area and we contemplate buying little fish to feed them. Sea World, which already charges admission decides to charge $5 per fish... so we're like fuck that. These animals are so smart; they look out for people waving their hands, go up to them and eat their fish and just go on to the next person. Talk about classical conditioning. We fooled this one into thinking we had a treat for her.
Okay, so probably the best part of the trip was all thanks to Salex for paying so close attention to the speaker. At the penguin exhibit, we are on a moving walkway, and as stoned as I am, I am just staring, mouth gaping wide at the sheer number and different species of penguins in the exhibit. We get up to the balcony area just in time for questions. We ask a question about dominance, after having a stoned talk about natural order vs. domestication. We talk about it privately when we hear the announcer go, "What, no one knows the answer?" So we yell and ask him what the question was. "How many pounds of fresh snow do we put into the exhibit daily. Salex turns to me for confirmation and I nod, shrugging.. "I dunno" and she says, "4 to 6 thousand!" So, we all excited and proud that she got the question right when the dude goes, okay now meet me in the back. We're both like, for what? We get to go inside the damn exhibit. How cool is that! People pay extra for that shit. See that glass panel to the left--the regular uncool people stand on the other side of that.
So, not only do we get to see them up close, but one actually comes right up to us to be petted. As penguins are birds and have feathers, I did not expect him to be so soft. It feels like straight up fur. That is us petting a damn penguin. I still feel pretty cool about it. He was such a diva and loved the attention.
So, VIP treatment not over yet. As we leave the penguin exhibit, the guy takes us back to the park through the back way. We get to see a bunch of birds and animals on the break. Like this cutie right here.

Still really excited about our luck, we make our way over to the famous Shamu show. We sit, reluctantly on my part, in the splash zone... like, maybe 2 yards from the tank. I'm sitting there like, what the fuck, we are going to get drenched. Salex can see the look of concern on my face, but guess what? We don't even get wet. It was just our day.
Now, before the show began, there was this extremely cheesy clip about this whale trainer. It showed a little boy whittling a whale fin and putting it on a necklace for him to wear and going out to sea and having a whale encounter that changes his life to become a whale trainer. So this boy looks somewhat similar to the trainer: they are both of I think Hawaiian descent and shit, but obviously, this is a movie and is not him because why would someone randomly film this kid's life in the hopes that he'd grow up to train at Sea World. After Shamu does his tricks, some parents must have paid extra to have their kid be in the show. The trainer does all this corny stuff, asks her what she wants to be when she grows up... the exchange goes something like this:
"what do you want to be when you grow up"
"I want to be a vet"
"Wow! Follow your dreams and anything is possible!"
and then he gives her the whale fin necklace. Now at this point, I'm cheesed out and I turn to Salex and go, that shit is probably at the gift shop. As we pass one, I point out that indeed, it is. Gotta love the cynicism. Still, look how close we is!
Next stop are the sea lions and seals. I don't know why, but I found these sea lions hilarious... maybe the unassuming favorite part of the park. They make ridiculous faces and noises. I just stood there for like half and hour straight just looking at this one.
Prying myself away from them, we make it to the shark exhibit. Oooh, scary I know.
They had a cool underwater tunnel moving walkway thing that we kept walking against to keep looking at these sharks. Imagine falling into this tank... I would die of sheer terror.
After the sharks, we go to friendlier fins--dolphin show, where we sit boldy in the splash area and don't get wet again! Sea World is so cheesy, it's wonderful. So they choose a family to be part of the show and the mom is asked to go up a step ladder and shake fins with the dolphins. She stumbles comically on the steps and everyone laughs. Being clumsy myself, I don't think twice of this. Now, the whole family is up by a man made cliff and every one's attention is to the son, who is getting a special treat and petting the dolphin, when the mom falls into the pool. At this point, the jig is up... she's a trainer and they make a whole production and show about it. It's genius, kids must love eat this shit up! What fun wholesome fun.
Manatees--I've never really had much appreciation for them, but they are like chamomile tea and a warm hot bath. Sea World actually does a great thing and rescues them, so a lot of them have lots of sad scars on their bodies from attacks. We were fortunate enough to visit them when they were doing this hypnotizing circle dance of sorts. Coupled with the music inside the aquarium, I felt like I was in a trance and couldn't pull myself away from them. We sat down on the floor and just stared.
Last stop was something like... the Wild Arctic. It was an interesting set up they had in there. They made it seem like we were at the Arctic as researchers. They had planes set up, two way radios, bunk beds, canned goods, and more cheese like that. Anyway, I saw some polar bears snuggling and it really made me go AWWW and forget what vicious and crazy scary mofos they were.
And then this is me being a silly goose and taking a picture in one of those made up rooms where the researchers are supposed to sleep in.
We leave the park, and drive forever to get back to Glendale. I'm not feeling so hot, so I ask Salex if I can take a little nap. Of course while I am napping, the crazy California winds do a number on the highway and crazy shit ensues. I wake up to Salex's panicked voice on the phone with her dad. I am freaking out silently as my eyes open and I see that no, we are not spinning around about to die. Whew. Still, things are intense and we make our way to a different highway, going parallel to the wind. Crazy!

We get ready for a night out in Echo Park. We are excited to have a taste of NY in LA as we know that Star Eyes is playing at the echoplex this evening. We expect to hear some similar tunes, but... no? We walk into the some reggaeton, woo! Eh, and some girls shaking their thangs like they need more attention. I attempt to shake my thang, and really just make it obvious that I am making fun of these girls. So instead, we decide to change our M.O. and act like we're 16 yr olds at our first club night.
So we mosey on outside to smokey smokey and this extremely drunk dude decides to talk to me. I humor him and then his friend comes over and tries to engage us. He tells Salex that she speaks in theses and asks her if she's in college. I find that a bit offensive, but at the end of the night he pulls her aside and asks for her number so I guess he was trying out a move from the Pick Up Artist where you insult the girl and then compliment her? We go inside to catch the last bits of Zomby and we get into half hearted dance offs with guys who really, just want to get in our pants.... ehhh, so we dance off with each other. These two little boys, at least they looked very young, come on stage and start rapping in spanish. They were good, and very into it.. too bad I couldn't really understand what they were saying. I could imagine it went something like, "my flow is awesome, I'll rap battle you and win, yes, sex, money and hoes!" Los Rakas... funny guys.

The night goes on, and we are waiting anxiously for some music, NY style. Yes, finally... and the whole club just stumbles upon itself, as if they just have no idea what to do. So finally, it's just me, Salex, Shade Falcon (awesome name), and Viv's sister (who is actually from Echo Park and thought it was hilarious that she was playing in the ghetto) dancing and the bootybounce chickas are standing in the corner, unsure what to do. It's okay, us 4 tore it up, making moving it and shaking it across the dancefloor.
Boo, everything closes at 2AM in California and as soon as it struck 2, the bouncer kicked us out. I barely even had a chance to show some love NY style, but as Salex said... I just had to say my piece. So Saturday afternoon, we go to Santa Clarita and go to the mall! (Everybody come and play. Throw every last care away. Let's go to the Mall, today!) Where I find this sexy shiny coat and fedora. Oh yes, I look so hawt.
I also spend way too much damn money. But, best part of the mall, is that Salex used to work there and knows how to hook it up with the dizzcountz! Yes, we had a shopping spree at Claires' haha. We found a lot of good things to wear for later that night... a Drag Queen, Super Sweet Sixteen, Bootie Mash-up goodness.

So, we let Salex's mom know where we are going and she proceeds to give us all these accessories and clothes to drag queen us up. Love it! She gives me the best thing ever, a hot pink hello kitty belt... one I will wear everyday. Let me tell you, her closet is amazing! The final product... trashy (but classy) ho, prissy ho.
We go back to Echo Park, park our car and get our drank on. We are so classy, champagne straight out the bottle yo.
Peep that Kitty Bling Bling.
So, we try and are not fooling anyone that we are actually drag queens. But, since we tried, we get in for reduced admission. Come on, how can you not when we look this much of a hot mess?
So, as you can see, I have some awesome cupcake gloves on. You can't see it, but I also have cupcake earrings on... which I am still wearing. We needed to be stamped for entry so, being the hot mess that I am , I say... stamp it here baby.
Why didn't anyone ever tell me how FUNNY drag shows are? I had no idea that they were satires of pop culture and just were everything that I believed to be true and good? This is Mama Montana. She did a great rendition of I Can't Wait to Get Paid and The Breast of Both Worlds.We are bad kids, and were engaged in illicit activity outside. To which security caught on and we jetted like no tomorrow... After the coast was clear, we ventured outside again where I asked an old man, smoking a bowl to take our photo. In a stoned state, and 5 failed attempts, I realize the camera is set on video. Whoops! Anyway, success finally
There she goes with the dance offs again. I wish I had documented it, but her and this guy were just amazing! He put her on the ground and straddled her like there was no tomorrow. Awesome
I just really enjoyed this man's shirt.
She was serious.. and fierce! Sunday morning, we have awesome breakfast and then journey to Northridge for the most depressing lunch of the year. I am visiting my grandma, and ever since the divorce, shit just ain't the same with that side of the family. I'll save the tears for another post. Buuuut anyway, we go to DSW and have some retail therapy. I buy the most awesome pair of flats, and Salex gets a pair of sensible heels :)

Salex invites Sam over for cheeseburgers and the most intense home-made fries ever. We smoke some hash after dinner and watch The Rose... which is this movie based on Janis Joplin, which is basically just a compliation of Bette Midler acting as crazy as she could. It was a trip. We watch Dazed and Confused afterwards and I realize what propaganda that shit was. In high school, it was one of my favorite one-liner movies, but watching then... it was bizarre. It showed a bunch of supposed stoners acting out, starting fights, chucking trash cans at mail boxes... bud don't make you hyper and crazy.. that is some backwards propaganda shit from the '20s. Bud makes you mellow and chillllllll!

Monday, we drive to Ventura, making a pit stop to taste some honey.We find this amazing thrift store, where I buy a great martini dress and the shirt I wore for my birthday. We also have a fun time trying on some wigs. Why did they have these wigs? I do not know, but I love them for doing it.

Monday night we are anxiously awaiting news about Les Deux... are we on the list, can we go? Seems unlikely, so we look up a drag party to go to. Excited, and without research we drive off only to find the club to be closed. So, we decide to just try Les Deux anyway. What the hell is Les Deux anyway right? Well, it's like one of those fancy clubs that people from The Hills go to. We decided it would be fun to go, in the way that we like to make fun of people and laugh at them and imitate them... yeah, we're cruel, but people make it so damn easy. We walk uneasily to the bouncer, who doesn't give us a hard time... except a little because he looks at me and goes, "well, what do you know about rock?!" and I'm all like, "Psh, what do YOU know?" and he's like, "I am rock'n roll" to which I reply nervously, and trying to be a little flirtatous, "heh, didn't realize humilation was part of the deal." I guess, that self-deprecating remark did it for him and he lets us in... piece of cake! So we go in... and the crowd is, exactly what we expected. Poser rich kids in their best punk outfits. We dance, and dance... and are the only ones dancing. One guy even goes up to Salex and asks she where she gets all her energy from. Forreal? God, is that a pick up line, or does the idea of dancing at a club just so foreign to this crowd. We do however, make it on the club myspace haha. This promoter girl was just trying too hard. So we're like lame, let's go to the Beauty bar for their 90's party. But as we exit the club is where things get interesting....

This part is not documented, but quite possibly the best random part of the trip. Out of frustration, I yell at two boys passing by that "LA SUCKS!" to which, one of them, shocked, say well... where are YOU from then? We stand on the corner of the street, flirting, teasing, and playfully touching each other for half an hour. Finally, trying not to give in to the temptation of going back into the club we were bashing for a good chunk of the half hour, we trade numbers and tell them to come see us at the Beauty Bar after they've said their hellos inside. One of them, M, wanted to come with us right then, but S, was all like, no I have to go and say hi. Luckily Salex and M hit it off and after hours of texting back and forth... we are left with 2AM and we are about to leave. The last text sent to us is: Where should we meet? She turns to me and as I walk out the door I go, "ANYWHERE" for the whole world to hear...and guess who are right outside the door to hear me scream that. S can tell that I am talking about what to reply to the text and I am embarassed but also... just laughing at the situation and sweet surprise that they'd just show up. I swear this next part was planned out. M goes, "so who's going with who" to which Salex replies, "um, Chrissy is coming with me, duh!" But the boys have it all figured out. M explains that both M and S know where M's apt is, and so it would make more sense is M rides with Salex and I ride with S. Salex and I have our own respective fun, heavy on the flirting and very cute car rides over to play xbox at M's place... and the rest is history :) You'll have to ask us in person to hear all the details... if there are any to even tell, AM I RIGHT?!

Tuesday morning, we sleep IN, drive to Glendale, have dinner and margaritas and play with puppies.
And it's a wrap! Fly back to NY Wednesday morning... Oh wait, one last crazy thing. Okay, so Salex and I book our flight back together and are sitting me on the aisle seat and Salex in the middle. Sarah books her flight without checking with us... and guess what, she's the damn window seat in our row. Crazy right?

Anyway, lots of crazy fun in New York because of course it's my birthday. That's mostly documented on facebook.

So far the 2009 has not been so kind

My father always told me that the way you spend your New Years is indicative of the way the whole year will be like. I always thought it was a ploy to have me come home early and not party too hard... just a way to spook me into having a quiet night with the family.

I hope so, because this year hasn't been all great and it's the third week of January.

So, I rang in the New Year with people I've only barely begun to know; one of whom I can say will most likely stick around to celebrate more new years to come, and others who I wish I could say the same. Or maybe who probably would be better off not.

But, I do not and dare not say it because the way things are going, I cannot even be sure if you'll even act like you know me a week from now. And I gave it a chance... despite everything that has happened between us in the past. I went for it, had fun, and then I go away for a bit and come home to that weird homecoming. That was new and not so great. Maybe it's not a big deal, but I don't think so... Your demeanor says a lot, and I didn't see any "hey I'm happy to see you're back" in your body language. Sure, it's great when it is just the both of us. But you become distant and awkward around the eyes of others or after periods of absence... I don't bode well with the hot and cold, you know this. Yes, I want to have fun and just see where it goes... but don't treat me like I'm even less than a friend. Don't do me like that man. And on my birthday too... and I should have guessed you wouldn't know, even when your own friends wished me a good one. Okay yes, birthdays aren't a big deal, but we are friends no? Supposedly, you don't want to lose me as one. As nice as it is to lay around in your bed, making eyes at each other and fooling around... I can do that with someone else, without all the baggage. Sure, I have feelings for you that may hold some expectation but I don't need that. I don't like feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed. I like consistency and sincerity. Either you want it or you don't; I don't need to chase after you.

California was amazing. Made me realize a lot of things I didn't really want to know. I left feeling better that I gained some perspective on what I wanted and what I was going to do about it. And then I came back to New York and this shit happened. A follow up post detailing every aspect of the trip will soon come. I'm thinking in a day or two.

I spent my first birthday in years alone. We used to spend months planning out what we would do for our birthdays. Writing each other notes, drawing out elaborate details and getting hyped as the days drew closer. Seems like we're both growing up and growing apart. I guess college does that to people. So what, we didn't find the time to see each other during our last winter break. And so what even though we both were disappointed about it... seems like we didn't really make the effort (I am being honest here). Still, I think we have a bond that won't break easily and despite the changes in our lives... we'll always be the one we turn to when we need to talk to someone. For the real shit. I hope you had a great birthday boo. I love you, forever.

So, birthday night was fun with all the lights and music--friends who I am reluctant to say goodbye to once we march down to get our diplomas in May. Dinner was awesome, we have to go there again. BLVD sucks and I knew this from an experience I had in the summer, but I like mash up parties and I thought it would be a random enough crowd that I wouldn't run into people I didn't want to see. I met an Israeli goddess that night who took me to her place and proceeded to help me celebrate 22 privately. I asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend. She told me that I couldn't possibly be a top with nail polish like that. And lets not forget the tiara I was wearing too ha. I don't mind being a bottom for her. She's my new mentor, I always go for the older ones... I love to learn.

My friend told me that she thinks that I actually hate men except for their physical attributes because when I meet men I'm never excited to talk about my rendezvous with them. It's all wham bam thank you sir, no strings attached and hell no there isn't any waiting around for a phone call. She was excitable; I was giddy and girly about it the day after and wouldn't stop talking about it. Of course, this is not me falling head over heels about it.. but it is interesting the lack of hope I have in men.

My father is moving to California with his girlfriend and their dog. Probably by the end of this month or something just as sudden. I don't really know how I feel about this. I'm trying to be mature about it; it's what is best for him blah blah. But really, I feel betrayed, left behind, and forgotten. He joked earlier about me having a sibling... what the fuck. Not to sound excessively spoiled, but no... I refuse to be a stranger to my own family. So, great I go home for the holidays to their house filled with their dog and kid... and I am sleeping in the guest room. It hasn't happened yet, but it just really makes me feel old thinking about how it is going to be.

And for the latest news... I am sick, might be mono. Couldn't talk all day because my tonsil was swollen to the point where talking felt like sharp daggers were stabbing my throat. I've been sleeping since Saturday night, with breaks of waking up drenched in sweat and my fever being too high. This is a great way to spend the first few days of a new age. I can't drink, fuck, smoke, dance, or do anything that might burst my spleen... what the hell am I going to do? That's like all I do. Oh, wait, last semester of school... I guess I can aim for those straight A+'s

Okay, time to finish up watching The L Word, and then going to bed forever.

Oh, by the way... I did end up going to the Under the Radar festival and stumbled upon a gem: REGGIE WATTS. This guy is amazing--hilarious and so talented. His style is unparalleled; he is utterly silly and sings about random shit, while his talent is serious. His voice has this ridiculous range that you forget that he's talking about... whatever it is he's saying.

This doesn't even begin to describe what a live show it like.