Ride the V Funk

The V Funk band takes over Santa Bawawa.  Just the cab downtown was an experience.  We ran downstairs and saw this van waiting for us, we joked it was a soccer mom picking up her kids, then this Russian lady comes around the corner and says, "I've been vating for chu."  We hop in and she is playing a video of Madonna circa 1991, she turns and says "Dis is the new music.  I just put it on my i-pod"  So as we watched Madonna through the years I realized it's definitely time to get Coachella tight!  Madonna is my mom's age and she looks better than me!  What the hell.  At this place called the Statement I was trying to get through the crowd as the amazingly hot and talented DJ spun, all of the sudden some guy grabbed my arm, swung me in and dipped me, it was so ridiculously smooth.. that is until he tried to dance with me, which was him basically flapping his legs against me like he was on roids doing the thigh toner machine or something, it was horrendous.  We partied pretty hard downtown and ended up picking up a street performer and talking all night whilst drinking jalapeno margaritas at The Blue Agave.  Those mother's were freaking spicy!  We somehow ended up back in one piece sans a ride from our Russian struggles taxi driver, "Don't be shushing me, you don't know my strugglesssss"  some other guy picked us up. 

J Booty took us on some great tours of the city, we saw chalk art at the mission, which was incredible, especially after three cups of the best coffee I had ever drank.  Walked around the park, the pier, the beach, and searched for midgets to no avail.. they don't live in Montecito, and they don't throw mini watermelons at you either.  Listened to a lot of Does it Offend you, Yeah?  OMG thank you J Booty, I loved them.  And Sinclair, you are seriously one of the funniest people I know, "When my kite crashes into the ocean I just say to myself, I am too blessed to be stressed, and then I go see a comedy show, okay????"  I wish I could be Sinclaired every weekend.  Vivi you crack me up too!  I wish we could have seen you in your Raptor outfit.  All that was missing from the gang was KB!  Congrats on your graduation though All around town Brown!  I'll leave you all with this amazing picture I made JS take of me in Betsey Johnson of a two hundred dollar sweater.  We both agreed it would be amazing to wear it to a Red Lobster with the bib to have double lobster action going on.  

Santa Barbarian

SB was amazing.  Too many things to remember about how fun it was, and how I didn't stop laughing for almost three days straight.  Saw a psychic too, ate some awesome eats, and looked at the char on the mountain.  We also tried to find this midget village but were totally disappointed by the lack of lollie pop fences.  At least they didn't throw little watermelons at us.. okay so no midgets.  Played a LOT of rock band and I kicked at Metallica Enter Sandman.  Now I'm crampy and grumbly and tired today.  Figures..  I'm all nerves over my marathon, yes it's THIS Sunday.  I am so ready to go home and nap the next few days away.  

Dream, dream dream dreaaaammmm

A lot in my life has been on the line lately.  When more crazy stuff starts to happen, my head starts to get more fuzzy, my dreams more intense.  Lately I've been dreaming of animals... Wednesday night two horses in my grandma's back yard, one white with brown spots the other all brown.  They were talking to me but I can't remember what they said just that they scared me, something was wrong with them, their faces and bodies morphed as I slowly backed away..  The thing that really frightened me was the e-mail I received later the next day from the humane society, the subject: "Horses who overcame severe neglect are ready for a new home"  And yes there were two horses.. with pictures.  One white with brown patches, one all brown, along with images of how emaciated and abused they had been.  

It REALLY scared me.

Coincidence?  Most likely.  But I don't know what it means.  Only maybe once before have I dreamt of something that actually happened the next day but it meant nothing and was of no importance.  I just don't get it...

Then last night I had another dream, mainly a mix of a movie I had seen, real life crap, getting new carpets, running into my friend in Central park, flying on planes, and an underground conspiracy theorist names Gamit.  But the thing I can't shake is the turtles.. one mother turtle searching for her one baby turtle, frantically searching searching searching.. fearing it's death, it's no return, that it was eaten by a sparrow, morther turtle morphed into a huge blue crane which landed on my right shoulder, ready to attack, I ran with her in search of the baby turtle as she swooped down and attacked a sparrow she believed ate her baby..  yeah it was really bizarre, funny thing it that was probably the only normal part of my dream...  doesn't make sense but I had to write it out.  It was just to weird to forget, and probably could mean a million things.

oh well...

half day, manchester orchestra in the studio, K's graduation, and the shout house with awesome people tonight.  SB here I come!

Vino vino vino

I don't know if I could ever be vegan.. I like cheese way too much.  Man, I could go for a good glass of wine right now too.  I need to go out to a winery soon, I've never really been.. only that one time when my mom and I crashed some wine connoisseurs of America party, got free food, free wine, free wine glasses and then took off before people found out the only thing we knew about wine is that it's either red or white.  

I am so beyond tired today and my knee hurts.  Grumble grumble grumble.. yes I feel like complaining, I'm also crazy hungry today.  I have a scene due in my acting class and also a paper due and all I want to do is eat and lay in bed all day.  Blah.  

Lebowski Fest and Parasocial Interactions

I remember the exact night I first saw this movie, a late night in C-bad, eating veggie pizza and smoking hooka.  My friend put the dvd in and my bf at the time and him had both seen it, I was in udder shock, mainly because it had taken this long for me to see this masterpiece.  I could probably watch this movie everyday.  The dude abides.  So Lebowski fest is making it's way to SD in July, I am beyond excited.  I am going to be there for sure.  Dressed like someone obscure drinking a white russian..  only other thing I found out about today is something called parasocial interactions, basically how people feel about celebrities, or the "popular" kids in high school, or even that guy you were in love with but didn't ever really know.  I tend to try and shy away from these parasocial relationships, I mean, you never know what the hell a person is like until you actually get to know them, and even then everyone has their secrets, those idiosyncrasies that make us who we are.  I do feel you never can know anyone else quite like yourself and even then.. I surprise my own self A LOT.

Weirded out.

Ugh.  I feel like I'm going to implode.  Spontaneously combust all over myself.  And my desk.  And my chair.  It will be a big mess for the maid brigade to clean up.  I'm just sick to my stomach, anxious over nothing.  I hate anxiety.  Especially when it's not about anything.  Like chewing bubble gum to solve algebra right?  Take a deep breath and move along with life.  Shove off.  A prisoner in my own skin.  Fun fun fun.  

Live long and Prosper.

Blogs just look better with pictures.. Saw Star Trek with my mom today for mother's day.  Spock is freaking hot and I look stupid and cross eyed in this dumb picture.  

Somehow I made it out of 20 miles alive and well.. and tired as hell.

Heard Regina Spektor's new single.. very excited for her new album to drop.  For now I'm tired because I went on a tour of old houses today and my legs hate me.. but the houses were cool, I wanted to crawl into a cabinet and live there..  I've heard of people doing that before, hiding in someone's home and living in it when they went to work.. don't believe me??  look it up!

Use your love.

Yeah that's right.  It's R Pat.  I don't know what gives me more satisfaction from this picture.. the fact that millions of girls world wide would probably want to scratch my eyes out OR the fact that he was so drunk and looked so bad that he made me look good.  It's a tough gamble.. 

Trying to hydrate today and carb load.. I hate carb loading, I feel all bloaty blah.  I am uber nervous about forcing my body to run 20 miles without even being able to rock out to some music, I will need to learn some songs so that I can get them in my head.

Dang Me.. dang me

They outta take a rope and hang me.  So I went out on Cinco de Mayo, besides my better judgement.  The company and the choice of drinks might have not been the smartest decision.  I mean nothing bad happened.. not really anyways.  Eh, and life goes on and I continue to tangle this intricate web of what my once simple life was, no going back now I guess.  I'm kind of at this awkward point in life, the fine line between everything falling apart and changing me forever or everything coming together and changing me forever, either way a storm is a brewin'.  My life could be a soap opera and nobody knows it but me sometimes.  I just need to shut up and put my money where my mouth is.. that's what I get for waking up in vegas!  I can't get that Katy Perry song out of my head!  Ah well, running 20 miles on Saturday FML  

Candy is dandy

but liquor is quicker.  

Not that I need any.  Liquor that its.  Maybe some black liquorish scottie dogs.  Not a fan of  black liquorish but those are the best!  So full from lunch, I managed to make it to noon and realize I hadn't eaten anything all morning, which is like a miracle for me!  I feel like I always have to eat.  I think it's a Pearl Jam kind of day today.  Cinco de (light) Mayo hold the pickle today as well but my plans fell through, probably a good thing since I am sicky poo and probably should take it easy the next few days.  I've been trying to practice my spanish though but I always fail and just remember how to sing a dirty song and what to say right before you take a drink arriba! abajo! al centro! por dentro!  no I am not el borracho.  

I believe I am the el soñador,  the dreamer.  I dream like a fiend and have often been told I have some crazy one's.  If you were to sit down at breakfast with me in the morning I could probably recount a few from the night before.  I can't shake this dream from Saturday, on an open air train with the best looking guy I've ever scene with dark hair who was really death and as I jumped from the train he appeared in the tall grass, grabbed me and asked me who I thought I was to try and outrun death, I told him it wasn't my time and I'd keep running until it was..  but I don't think he liked that very much, he definitely had a lure to him, a wanted to reach up and touch his face, but then I woke up again and wondered what it all meant.  On that old train in the middle of nowhere heading to a bar I worked at in the city.