CRAZINESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel like a plastic trash bag swirling about in the wind – like, that one home video scene in American Beauty – you know, that one part when the neighborhood boy gets very emotional about how much beauty there is in the world. Yea. Only it’s not beauty that I’m overwhelmed by – it’s chaos.
With the Christmas craze fastly approaching and the wrap-up of my co-op at Neutrogena, I am somehow finding time to capture a smidgen of my life into this blog – not that this moment has any relevant importance….it’s just the mild calm before ths actual storm. Christmas errands, work errands, and London next Friday! I have had no time to plan for that 2 week extravaganza, and I’m hoping New Year’s Eve won’t be a bust. Financially I am unsure how it’s going to fly, and I am eagerly awaiting a document from the Shanghai University so that I can quickly apply for a multi-entry visa before I leave for London! Intermingled between Xmas shopping, cookie baking, dumpling frying, unpacking to pack for London, I absolutely must catch up with old friends who will only be in town momentarily long enough to say good-bye to me after Xmas – London kind of messed everything up in that aspect – but na ja! I want to see the stonehenges, walk abbey road & tag a few meaningful words on the wall, drink british lagers at the local pubs, ride the london eye, eat really gross fish & chips, party in hackney and camden, and surf the tube!!! I am even looking forward to seeing my old friend Danny. Who shockingly resembles Turtle 
He was right – I am going at an astronomically fast pace, and it’s getting harder even for myself to keep up! I prefer it that way. It leaves zero time for absentminded boredom & minimizes time spent dwelling on what I COULD be doing, or wish I was doing, or being sad about not doing what I thought was going to be doing.
Filed under: California, Musik!, OH EM GEE. | Tags: Beverly Hills, Jazz, Parties
THE WEEKEND KICKED OFF with a lovely night out to the El Rey Theater to see one of my favorite JAZZ groups MEDESKI MARTIN & WOOD!!! To get a taste of my eargasm, check them out—> MMW! The people. One of the most interesting crowds I’ve ever seen at a show. I saw an Iraqi soldier, he stood so solidified with his ice cold beer in the middle of the crowd…by himself might I add. Even MMW brings the people of the world together despite raging wars & death. A large group of crunchie hippies were there as well – you could find them wherever clouds of smoke shot up in the air. I befriended one. Men with beards was a common sight, as well as the usual scene kids dressed in ratty vintage wear. A slightly older crowd to say the least, but was surprised to see some people my age there. They knoodled quite a bit in the beginning, and we were unfortunate enough to be standing next to a spastic knoodle dancer – love the passion, but dude–they’re just warming up. 45 minutes & 1.5 Heffs later we were all doing a little jig. Chris Wood is my idol – he really knows how to stroke that bass, and he makes the BEST facial expressions. John Medeski is also a genius on the organ and really knows how to tickle that ivory. LOVED MMW!
After a night of binge eating in-n-out, I woke up the next morning feeling sick from the previous’ nights activities. BUT as a natural selfless humanitarian, I was able to pick up my good friend Jen Rubio & her visitor Billy from the bars in Hermosa Beach. There had been a Big 10 Bar Crawl and they went on a bar tour starting at 8AM and needed a DD to pick them up. I got to Sharkeez around 2PM and released myself to a Corona Light – the remedy to cure my MMW hangover. We hung out at Jen’s BEAUTIFUL apartment in Marina Del Rey and watched Juno in the movie theater that’s in her apartment complex (i know, wtf!). Juno is a great movie and makes me want to buy tic-tacs & boysenberry condoms.
OFF TO BEVERLY HILLS to the AMA pre-party at Aqua Lounge. It truly felt like Entourage. While waiting in line, a gang of black suits lined up at the VIP rope line and showed their stamp while simultaneously blinding me with their BLINGIN’ diamond watches the size of my face. I memorized their faces and made a mental note to introduce myself later in the night. We walked down the stairs and all I could see was bright, flashing lights. Photographers! Feeling like an ugly puppy I scurried away to avoid my picture being taken. Not like they were trying anyway. The AMA party was hosted by Penthouse and there was a table of Sexx University memorabilia near the bar area. There was a stage in the main area – hip-hop dancers were backing up a .5asian vocalist whose voice was sweet as honeymilk. It was like watching an ‘Nsync performance geared to please a snootier older crowd. The crowd. Was a sight to see – plenty of tall 6′2” blondes with questionable short dates. Lots of B&B – Booty & Boobage…I definitely felt OVER-dressed in a sense. There was quite a few gray foxes lingering about….not sure why they would be at an AMA party but okay. I stood around quite bored, observing the crowd and listening to the subsequent horrible performances. Someone famous just walked in because there were bright lights and cameras following this person around the lounge. A darkish man with bleach white pants & matching teeth was being interviewed on camera. After my drink I felt quite adept to dancing and had a glorious time romping about with a nice gay fellow. My feet began to grow tired in my R&R shoes and I sat down. Mr. bleach teeth came over to me and handed me a CD. Actually…….it was a DVD. Its title was: “The Porn Life.” – and Mr. Bleach had his shirt off with bulging pecks being groped by the manicured nails of naked women. Click* a light went off in my head……………AMA stands for Adult Movie Awards. I was at a porn party in Beverly Hills.
Other stuff this weekend
-OBGYN ultimate violation
-Haircut!
-IN LOVE WITH VAMPIRE WEEKEND
-My house is almost ready!
-Black Nike socks on my floor
No more X’s on my hands. No more search parties for half-tapped keggers and stolen dixie cups. No more guilt for forcing a crowd of friends to go out to dinner, rather than to a hip new bar. No more frantic searches for tall Asian girls, in hopes of mugging them followed by stealing their wallets. This is the end of an old beginning.
My actual birthday was quite uneventful (minus Ramen with Jenny!). I spent the day at work, albeit 2 of my usual work hours were spent drunk in my bed at 6am with the spins and frequent trips to the bathroom/sink. 24 hours later and I am still feeling the residual effects of the blow job shot. Pieces of the night frequented my thoughts throughout the day at work, preventing me from properly responding to emails with my usual sense of urgency. The only productive thing I did today was pull forecasts from LYNX and compile them into a spreadsheet. Fun times.
Flashbacks of Pokemon sing-a-longs; half-drunken curdled Irish Car Bombs, Luke-Owen Wilson’s ugly brother handing me his “business” card, losing my beveraginity to Michael the bartender, over-sized banana peels, and the memorable sweetness of my first legal shot of So Co w/ Lime prevented me from functioning properly at work today. Thanks to my dear friends Rubio, NG, and Tommygun for celebrating my birth with me at the stroke of midnight.
I am glad to say that I am 3 flower pots richer, 10 million brain cells lighter, and 24 hours wiser than when I was a mere 20 year-old simpleton. Asian glow forever.
Her name was Rebecca Payne. Yesterday morning at 7 am she was found dead in her apartment on Mission Hill. The police are still investigating on whether the murder was intentional or not.
Here’s the article. RIP Rebecca Payne.
It’s so scary to hear about murders or accidental deaths so close to you. Last year, a transfer student that lived in my building (who was also from CA) had died from falling down the stairs at the local bar. Apparently he had been laying at the bottom of the stairs for a couple of hours before anyone found him. I was actually there that night and I remember they had kicked everyone out really early all of a sudden–I remember thinking it so strange and I didn’t find out why until a couple days later.
I think that same week, a student from MassArt got caught under the wheels of a big rig truck while he was riding his bicycle. Another girl from NU had died in a tubing accident on a student-organized trip. Later that month, the whole shooting incident at Virginia Tech occurred.
I think about these people and how we all shared the commonality of being students–all working towards similar goals in creating a better future. Like me, they all woke up every morning, to do those little or big things that needed to be done in order to fulfill their ambitions. It makes me sad that they weren’t able to. Their lives were taken so early.
The thought of death terrifies me. I’m not afraid of the act of dying–I am afraid of not living. The even more terrifying thing about death is that you never know when it’s going to happen. This is why I live my life the way I do–I live as freely and spontaneously as possible. I am impulsive. I selfishly want my life to be constantly filled with action, adventure and pleasant surprises. Because ultimately, I can’t leave this world behind knowing that I woke up that morning feeling unfulfilled.
We have to live as much life as we can, to commemorate those who weren’t able to. “we gotta steal the time of a life that’s passing by.”
