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Monday
Summer has finally arrived. That makes me happy. Unfortunately, we do not automatically get central air-conditioning to keep the house at a comfortable temperature. That makes me a little sweaty, hot, and at times, grumpy.
My poor fluffy kitty has been spending most of his time lying as flat against the floor as possible, either in my room, in the bathroom, or in the basement. I thought I'd help him cool off a little by putting some water on him in an effort to penetrate that damn fur coat he insists on wearing. He did not seem to appreciate my gesture. I may get my eyes scratched out in my sleep as payback.
My computer is "running dangerously low on diskspace." Shitty. I keep saying I'll get an external hard drive to put all my pictures on, but I still haven't. I am having to empty out all the useless random temporary internet files and such almost daily. Dumb. (Also, my 'n' key fell off. I never realized how much I used that stupid thing until now. It's rather a pain in the ass.)
I went to a wedding on Thursday at the beach. It was fun, I looked cute, but while dancing our tails off, my toe got kicked, and while I didn't think anything of it at the time, I later realized that there was a significant amount of blood on my foot, a direct effect of getting half my big toe nail ripped off. Gag. Puke. Bleh. Good thing I was drunk, or else I would have been a lot more upset. Now I just need to hope it heals fast and doesn't interrupt my running. Because I'd be pissed....
Well, I think that's all for today. Just thought I'd give you a little insight to my current Mon-day.
always.....
Of Loneliness
I feel like the loneliest person in the world today but I know that I'm not. I just wonder who the loneliest person in the world might be. I think it might be this girl I used to work with at the Varsity named Avalon who has serious mental issues and lives at the "felony flats" alone until her parents tell her she has to do something, like clean her room or something (shes in her mid-30's). She used to talk to me at work and i hated it because it made me feel bad all the time, and her gums would always be bleeding all over her teeth...
Uh...Hi
Oh hey there!
Remember me?
So, Ive been sitting by myself in my room a lot lately, so I figured maybe I should start posting on this site again.
I have no idea when the last time I posted was, but looking through old postings made me miss being so passionate about myself instead of feeling strangely indifferent regarding the whole matter. I dont know what happened but somewhere along the way I got bored with myself and have been feeling like shit ever since.
So here is my attempt to get back in touch with that old buddy.
Quick update on me:
I just finished up working on the films WANTED and TROPIC THUNDER. I am now "between jobs". Having lots of time would usually be quite welcomed by me except in Los Angeles I dont have any friends. At least not the kind that are called friends everywhere else in the world. So Ive basically been sitting in my room a lot, playing way too much GTA 4 (but not getting anywhere in it). And 5 minutes ago, I officially decided that turning 21 is the worst thing that can happen to someone. Or at least its the worst thing that ever happened to me. There has not been much excitement in my life since.
With all the strong urges I have now adays to be a responsible adult, I have an equally as strong feeling to be a ridiculous crazy. These feelings get fed in increasingly strange ways. The responsible half makes it so I cant actually enjoy time off from working cuz I feel like I should be doing something constructive, and I have started to get a nagging feeling of paranoia that people dont like me and that something is gonna fuck my life up in a major way out of nowhere. As I remember, I used to relish when those things would happen. But the crazy half peaks its head out when I drink now, but in inappropriate ways. Examples would be making a girl cry who I had met only a few minutes prior at the Hong Kong Bar last week. Or telling the guy that works at the 7-11 in Ashland that he was a piece of shit. Or sending a fucked up 6 page text message to Eli, one night in Portland. Doing Cocaine with Reed, and even though it was lame, still being up to do it whenever it comes my way again. Or just spending all my time in my room, to where my roommates think I hate them. But I only half hate them. Ive always been a depressive type, but Ive never taken out on other people before. And I dont feel depressed. I dont like this new side of me. I fear Los Angeles has started to rub off on me. I also fear I am becoming my father, which is a cliche. And that pisses me off too.
I have been missing working at a minimum wage job lately.
I also have not kissed a girl in over a year (I think, but I might have forgotten about something here or there. Well, the girl I made cry at the Hong Kong ended up kissing me on the mouth, but that doesnt count because I'm 99% sure shes batshit crazy. Plus who knows where else those lips have been).
I still have not met anyone down here that I feel like I can relate to at ALL. Not even people I can talk about movies with, because no one knows anything about movies, AND I FUCKING WORK IN THE MOVIE INDUSTRY. I am willing to admit though, it all could do with the fact that it doesnt seem like I like people as much as I used to. In fact it seems like I hate most of them.
Anyway, you are up to date now.
So, I believe I mentioned the Aussie gal I have struck up a relationship with in like my last post. Well, for internet things, I guess things are as serious as possible. We usually talk a few hours a day, and is often my only stimulus from the outside world. Thank christ for technology and skype in particular. We get along great and both think each other is great. I am going to visit/meet her in November. I have to say I am really excited. I am going to be there for almost 3 weeks. I wanted to ride around in a kangaroo pouch until she explained to me that they are pretty much like the insides of vaginas in there. That doesnt sound too pleasant. The plan is that she is gonna then come here in March for a long visit and then, Visa permitting, maybe even move here. Then I'll have someone I can watch David Lynch movies and whatever other crazy shit I like to watch with. I bet we will get to hold hands too. I already warned her I was gonna be touching her butt (or as she calls it, bum) a lot.
Here are some albums Ive been digging lately:
Grails - Take Refuge in Clean Living
Martina Topley-Bird - The Blue God
Spiritualized - Songs in A&E
Jesse Sykes & The Sweet Hereafter - Everything (Check her out if she is playing near you [possibly opening for EARTH], she is mesmerizing)
Geto Boys - Till Death Do Us Part
Girl Talk - Feed the Animals
The Melvins - Nude With Boots
Mason Jennings - In the Ever
Gnarles Barkley - The Odd Couple (Yeah thats right, and i even thought their first album was a piece of shit)
Famous L. Renfroe - Children
Dan Sartain - Everything
Bonnie "Prince" Billy - Lie Down in the Light
Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazelwood - Nancy and Lee
Vincent Gallo - When
Thats it for now.
Love
Sledddddggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
13.1 miles cooler... 2:23:03
I'm halfway there; Saturday was the Helvetia Half-Marathon. I ran the entire time, I finished in less than two and a half hours, and did not fall over and die afterwards. All things I am very happy with.
They say if you can run a half marathon then you can make it for a full. I have just over three months until the big day and 13 more miles to build up on top of my progress. It's sort of disturbing that when I look at my training schedule and see that next weekend we're running eight miles for the group run I shrug my shoulders and say "meh, only eight miles?" Only eight miles??? Three months ago I wanted to kill myself after five... now eight seems like no problem... Progress indeed.
Other than that, I work. I run. That's about it. I've been to one wedding, have two left to attend this summer (that I know of). Have finally managed to find some closure with the sticky ex situation. It's refreshing, really.
Have been able to say for the first time in quite some time that I am happy. I like this.
However, I do not like the fact that it's mid-June and there is still no sign of legitimate summertime. No trips to the river, no camping, no warm summer nights.... I just want effing summer, for the love of God. Even though I know it will make this big old house a giant sweat box, I still want it. If you see summer, send it our way. We're hurting for it.
I'm a crack shot at this.
Oh. Fuck. I am so terrible at this blog biz. My priorities are fucked, but there just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day. Hopefully, I can demonstrate how busy I am. I know, I know, it's still a flimsy excuse.
EDIT: I just realized I haven't posted since February. I am *awful*.
First of all, I moved into my new job at work. It's a big step up and it's been stressful, but it is necessary. I believe that I was the best at what I did in my previous role. I've since become the worst in the new role -- if only because I am the only 'junior' in a sea of 'seniors' and 'experts'. I am learning a lot, quite quickly, but I've been having to really push myself. I don't have to carry a pager around anymore, either, which is radical. No foolin', I've had nightmares about missing a page.
Outside of work, I've been living it up. Kim and I moved in together about two months ago. Crazy. Sometimes, I have to take a step back and look at things -- it blows my mind that I've got this girl in my life. Thigns are going famously, though. Much smoother than I had anticipated. It feels really good.
Do the D.U.N.C.E.
My friend Darrin scored a +1 on the list for the Justice show. It was loud. Very loud. I've never seen the Roseland that packed before. It made me feel quite old, as most of the crowd seemed like kids, dressed all crazy. I'm losing touch. Growing up sucks. Right? The set was pretty damn jammin' -- they encored with a chopped up version of Master of Puppets. Top notch.
Most of the reason that I'm pinched for time is that I took on two decently sized freelance web projects. The first time was a nice venture into PHP / eCommerce territory, but it ran *way* past schedule. It was a good learning experience, but I kind of overextended myself.
This most recent project, though, is serious biz. It's a website for some 'elite' property along the coast, being done by an ad agency in town. My friend, Sam, the photo editor from my stint at The Barometer now works there. Darrin mentioned my current "real job" employment duties to Sam. Sam offered me the project. I'm really making some serious scrilla off of this project, plus I'm learning a ton. Zing! It has been a lot of work, but it's all turning out very well. I plan to come in ahead of schedule and a little under budget in order to score more work. I hope my half-baked plan works.
Why would I need this extra money, you say? Well, I'm working on buying a place of my own and need to parlay a down payment. Corey, of mixtapecollective fame, is selling his place and I'm attempting to pick it up. Big money, no whammy. Let's hope it works out -- I'm sick of apartment living. The thing I'm most excited about is being able to paint the walls, which is silly. I plan to lift a digital projector from work, a nice one, and project some drawings on the wall. I then plan to mask the art and spray it.
Eric: Oh shit, I hit a big fucking bumble bee.
Kim: Here, let me hold up a silver penny to show scale.
In terms of living, the apartment we're in isn't really so bad, but it's inhabited by a lot of 'contractors,' most of which are Indian. Nothing against 'em, but I don't understand how they can do it -- the smells of rich curry, early in the morning, makes me want to toss.
Beyond representing in Little India, I've also made not one, but TWO treks down to the Rogue Valley. Each time accompanied by Ms. Kim and Eli (jumpfighters4life), it's been great. We listen to good music and run through taboo discussion topics. Our games of 'would you rather' are probably illegal in most civilized parts of the world. Such vile shit, I don't even want to post an example.
Zac, posted up, hard as fuck.
The lightning trip was for Ms. Kim's debut into the elite running scene. She ran the 10 miler for the Annual 'Pear Blossom' run. She kicks ass -- there's no way I'd run 10 miles. Especially if someone is charging me money for it. Shit, I wouldn't even do it if they paid me. Props to her. She finished with a decent time and some killer motivation. She's hardcore.
Nice tye-dye, Zac.
Before the run, I met Zac, Tallon and his girlfriend for breakfast. Zac had stayed up all night drinking and playing Halo with a coworker. He was still visibly intoxicated. It's around 8am. We go round-robin and give our breakfast orders. Zac orders a double bacon cheeseburger with seasoned crosscut fries. And eats the whole thing. We then head downtown to mingle with the crowd and hopefully catch a glimpse of Kim. Drunk Zac provides all the entertainment we need. Whenever a bystander would run across the street, in between runners, Zac would yell "THREAD THE NEEDLE". After the 15th odd time, it started becoming really funny. Talon and his lady were in fine form as well -- a highlight of the weekend.
Renegade: The ultimate farmcar.
The second lightning trip was for Mother's day. We left on a Friday afternoon and rocked the whole way down to the Valley. My dad's birthday is around Mother's day, so it was a two-stoned-birds situation. I should have called up some of the crew, but Ms. Kim and I just kicked it around my parent's house, drinking tequila and socializing. Wonderful times. My father keeps telling me that it doesn't get any better than this. I'm starting to believe him.
Eli, building a fort in a precarious location.
For his birthday, I picked my dad up an ION turntable. It's got a USB port and can be used to rip vinyl. The quality of the actual turntable leaves something to be desired -- it feels flimsy. That said, the actual mp3s turned out decent. I set him up and we imported some cool shit.
The Sunday before I left, I lent the old man a hand in castrating three calves. It is much less fun than one can imagine. I got shit on. Still, it was fun to rustle some cattle with pops.
two coats and three hours later.
Before I moved into my new job, for two weeks, I grew a mustache out with two other guys on my team. I don't really know why we started doing it -- but it was kind of fun. We all kept them for around 3 weeks. I looked like a piece of shit. It was great. The only downside is that porn mustaches don't do much for your professional image.
Excuse me, do you know where the dick meeting is?
I scored the current freelance gig on fairly short notice and had to go meet with the CEO of the ad agency after work one day. I didn't have a chance to shave before the meeting, so I strut in there with a giant handlebar 'stache -- I felt like a toolbox. I had to be extra charming and keen to offset my dickbag appearance. It apparently worked.
My favourite kicks of the month
Converse put on a really strange 'employee-only' show with Thurston Moore and Girl Talk. I was able to get a handful of tickets and attended with Kim. Eli joined us as well. Thurston's set was 'meh' -- it was such a strange vibe at the show -- lots of people who clearly didn't know who he was. I drank vodka drinks and waited forGirl Talk, who ended up tearing shit apart. A highly entertaining show. Everyone was dancing like it was on sale for $19.99.
I also had a really strange encounter with Minus the Bear a week or two back. Darrin got me on the list for the MTB show at the Hawthorne (+1 -- yay, kim!) and got in on a dinner with the band prior. There were about 5 people there with the band, myself and Kim included. I sat across from Dave Knudson, one of my guitar heros. It was pretty neat. I'm not all that big of a fan of their new material (MISS U MATT BAYLES), but I got decently lit on someone else's tab and got into a show for free -- life is good.
I love you, Oregon.
This past weekend was so fucking hot. Out of nowhere, the overcast skies cleared and the temperatures soared. Saturday was almost unbearable -- I woke up in a sweat. Kim and I consumed some coffee and promptly made the trek to the coast. We ate some mexican food and walked on the beach for a while. We listened to 'Pony Express Record' by Shudder to Think on the way over. Anyone up for a challenge, pick up a copy. It's a fucking gem.
I love you all.
NBFC* represent. 2008. *Neon Blue Futon Crew.
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make your own font.
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