this is a test.
the gorgeous weather is getting me STOKED for summer.
confirmed fun stuff to come includes:
weeeeeeeee……….
The Hollywood Bowl schedule came out. It’s times like these that make not having an income way lame. There’s like 6 nights I want to go to already…
Hanging on the front door…
I guess he/she could hear my iPod thru my headphones….”Party in the USA” came on & he/she looked at me in disgust. :(
amusing shirt of the day =
“Steampunk: When Goths Discover Brown”
I prefer boots over heels any day.
i’m taking her out to dinner.
she lives on the westside. well, i guess technically it’s closer to Mid-Wilshire, but…it’s all west to me.
ANY SUGGESTIONS OF WONDERFUL DINING OPTIONS?
hmmm.
kinda screws with pursuing other jobs, amirite?
like, i could keep applying for stuff, but…starting and quitting is not my thing.
(what transpired at this most recent job….start in Nov., quit by February….is pretty different from my entire 9 years of work history. and i’m STILL glad i quit.)
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le sigh.
i’m bored.
i just emailed the admissions office. i deferred my acceptance about 2 weeks before i was set to move there back in august 2001. (i still wonder if Sarah Kim, my would-be roommate, was able to get a new roomie or if she had a cool solo room for that first semester. hmm.)
just checking to see if they’d let me back in.
i have a feeling they’ll be all “yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh brooooooo” and laugh in my face, but…it’s worth a try.
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also…my tummy hurts.
it bugs me that they would cast a Brit and an Aussie with major regional accents to play prototypical Americans.
gpoyw- just aced a 2nd interview edition, hence the big goofy smile
if you’ve followed my blog for awhile, you might recall that I have this theory that Kelly Osbourne is copying my hair every single time i change it. if you are a newer follower, well……I’m not delusional, I swear.
SURE ENOUGH….she had lavender hair at the Oscars.
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I had lavender for the weekend.
what a cunt.
I finally watched this last night.
i just could NOT get past it being Drew Barrymore in a bunch of prosthetic makeup. it was still so much Drew, not enough Edie.
it was, however, successfully depressing.
luckily, my mom can’t wait for me to be outta the house.
My dad said that re: James Cameron.
Totes TRUE.
You might be a visionary and breaking new ground in filmmaking or whatevs…
But people just don’t want you to succeed if you’re a raging asshole to everyone.
as an avid medicinal greens supporter and smoker, i try to stay up to date with the current state of Prop. 215 legal stuff. I read in the LA Times EVERY SINGLE DAY about the closures of dispensaries despite seeing new places pop up left and right. I’ve had a recommendation (renewed annually) for 4 or 5 years.
Today took me totally by surprise.
1) I haven’t gone to my friend Sevan’s co-op in Studio City in over a month, so I decided to head there today.
CLOSED.
2) I then head to a newer place in Eagle Rock. Last time I went they hit me up to sign their petition. Essentially they are anticipating closure as well. And I am SURE they will close…this is the only dispensary I’ve ever been to that is next to a residential neighborhood. That just can’t last.
Anyway, I give them my ID. They ask to see my recommendation again. Come to find out that I can’t go in because my rec was issued by a fraudulent “doctor’ and is completely invalid.
(Sidenote: I’M KICKING MYSELF. Every previous year, I have gone thru MediCann. They are the LEGIT docs but it’s not the cheapest option. This year, being a fucking cheapskate, I went to some place in North Hollywood for $45.
I KNEW BETTER. Gah. Shitty.)
3) I need to get a new recommendation now. There were several people who gave me cards of places to go. It just sucks because I did not factor THIS into my finances.
4) I referred a friend or two to the same place for their rec, so I had to explain to them that they, too, are fucked. Embarrassing…..especially since they had come to me since I seemed to know what the fuck is going on.
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I just called the #s on my recommendation. In the next few days, I am going to do everything possible to get my money back and get legal again.
Bullshit.
But anyone who didn’t like Shutter Island is crazy.
i’ve gotten such mixed reviews from people whose cinematic opinions i actually value, so i look forward to being stoked/pissed about it myself.
r3d:
signs you’re obsessed with LOST
NOT ON REX MANNING DAY!!!!!!!
The glam life of a blonde
so currently
what a state of affairs.
gpoyw- time to do the hairz edish.
I’m attempting to do the color ALL BY MYSELF WITHOUT ANY PROFESH HELP FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER (1st blond time ever, that is…its waaaay less scary with a box from the store).
…hmm
So he said that the one he loved died in his arms.
BUT…. couldn’t that mean Nadia OR SHANNON??!?
The smoke monster/Locke will totally bring back Shannon.
Lost, you have 10 episodes left. Quit dicking around.
HOLY S.
it’s old-photos-posted-on-FB-by-other-people-Tuesday!
Shit if I don’t LOVE looking at myself, so uncovering these old photos makes me SOOO HAPPY.
if you’re curious or can’t tell, i’m the HUGE one.
whatever you do….please don’t go to Walmart.
HOLY BALLZ. oh facebook….what would i do without you…
my high school ex-boyfriend posted this pic of us from our HS graduation a million years ago……aka 2001.
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times, they have changed.
Yeah, so…..this is what I looked like in HS, for the most part. And Edward? He has kids now and stuff so….yeah….maybe it’s more that everyone else has changed.
At Bardot for my friends’ fundraiser. My face accurately reflects my horror at the turnout.
This was me in my bathroom in 2004.
A great new piece by Johah Lehrer in this weekend’s upcoming New York Times Magazine, touching on everything from Charles Darwin to David Foster Wallace and everywhere in between, looking for an answer as to why depression exists, and paradoxically, what positive functions it might serve at times. This is one I’ll no doubt be quoting from quite a lot on here, and encouraging my own clients to read immediately. And I urge all of you to do the same: find some time this weekend and sit down with this article.
Excerpt:
For Darwin, depression was a clarifying force, focusing the mind on its most essential problems. In his autobiography, he speculated on the purpose of such misery; his evolutionary theory was shadowed by his own life story. “Pain or suffering of any kind,” he wrote, “if long continued, causes depression and lessens the power of action, yet it is well adapted to make a creature guard itself against any great or sudden evil.” And so sorrow was explained away, because pleasure was not enough. Sometimes, Darwin wrote, it is the sadness that informs as it “leads an animal to pursue that course of action which is most beneficial.” The darkness was a kind of light.
The mystery of depression is not that it exists — the mind, like the flesh, is prone to malfunction. Instead, the paradox of depression has long been its prevalence. While most mental illnesses are extremely rare — schizophrenia, for example, is seen in less than 1 percent of the population — depression is everywhere, as inescapable as the common cold. Every year, approximately 7 percent of us will be afflicted to some degree by the awful mental state that William Styron described as a “gray drizzle of horror … a storm of murk.” Obsessed with our pain, we will retreat from everything. We will stop eating, unless we start eating too much. Sex will lose its appeal; sleep will become a frustrating pursuit. We will always be tired, even though we will do less and less. We will think a lot about death.
The persistence of this affliction — and the fact that it seemed to be heritable — posed a serious challenge to Darwin’s new evolutionary theory. If depression was a disorder, then evolution had made a tragic mistake, allowing an illness that impedes reproduction — it leads people to stop having sex and consider suicide — to spread throughout the population. For some unknown reason, the modern human mind is tilted toward sadness and, as we’ve now come to think, needs drugs to rescue itself.
The alternative, of course, is that depression has a secret purpose and our medical interventions are making a bad situation even worse. Like a fever that helps the immune system fight off infection — increased body temperature sends white blood cells into overdrive — depression might be an unpleasant yet adaptive response to affliction. Maybe Darwin was right. We suffer — we suffer terribly — but we don’t suffer in vain.
i’ve REALLY been looking for the upside lately.
luxuriousvulgarity:poortaste:optimisto:
“No living person is responsible for the marijuana prohibition laws. They were conceived three generations ago in a cultural and racial climate very different from our own, and very different from that to which we aspire. They are an obsolete legacy of the past that we don’t need and can’t afford.”
- Richard M. Evans
so i quit my job.
really fucking quit, as in….i didn’t go in yesterday and am not going in today, and so on.
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the first 2 times i quit (mind you, I’d only been working there since mid-November), I did it the decent way with providing 2 weeks notice. Both times in those two weeks, they begged me to stay. And I stayed….miserably.
This time….well…..it’s kind of a dick move.
but seriously….the manager broad is a raging psycho and every person who quits ends up doing it in some abrupt, insane way because she just brings that out of people.
i don’t really feel bad.
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it doesn’t feel awesome to be jobless but it does feel awesome to say “I deserve to be happy.”
i don’t subscribe to the idea that work is something to be loathed and hated. i still think that i can and will find a job that does not kill me slowly inside…. i don’t think i’m naive or idealistic for believing that.
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so yeah.
unemployed.
and now i can’t (or moreso WON’T) ever return to the gym I’ve belonged to for over 10 years which kinda bums me out. Instead, I plan to spend time wandering aimlessly on long walks around the hills of Glendale.
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i’ll be blogging once again so uhhhh….lucky you?
re:……the commercial/PSA about being a dad.
“It only takes a few minutes of your time.”
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No dude. Being a dad is not like a game of hackey sack.
It takes much more than a few minutes of your time.
(intentionally vague)
more and more FB friends changing their pics to reflect their preggo tummy and/or their kids.
it is reinforcing that i don’t give a shit about kids.
gpoyw #2- I finally went & got the glasses today. So here they are (just don’t look at my no makeup face & silly hair)
gpoyw- getting dicked around at the tire shop. An hour to change a tire & I’m pretty much the only one here? Bullshit…. I tried to kill time at the Americana but it was too soul sucking. I did buy a French press though.
It’s bullshit errands Wednesday! Now to try an sell back my textbook and look up health insurance plans.
i’ve never been to Florida.
in the last week, i’ve gotten multiple postcards from traffic schools in FL.
when i called one to see why i’m getting these, they said that the Florida DMV provides them with information regarding tickets and such.
i tried calling the Florida DMV today multiple times - bust signals and when i finally got thru, it disconnected.
PAIN.
IN.
ASS.
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fuck you florida. you suck for so many reasons.
i am not looking for the pr0nz. at least….not right now……
Stupid Smile Saturday- I don’t have to work today edition. Brunch at Alcove Cafe with the bestie and some shit talkin’ is on the agenda for the afternoon.
