ayyye.

and thus cycles in another unruly period of malinspiration (yes i made that word up) and mundane same olds. And just as i say that, I think I really have just been too busy trying to keep busy.

Then, i guess that makes me successful in my intent, but do I really succeed? I think this LA/SoCal lifestyle makes us think we gotta do somethin'. We gotta get out and breathe as if it were to be our last.

But oh, how pleasant a day at home is. With a book or the fam, some lovely scenario and nice weather.


So I was talking about my life in general with a homegirl a couple weeks back, and she said one of the most insightful things I have heard in a while. Upon telling her what has seemed like to be social unrest and and a failing love life, she said "maybe.. you're just in the wrong place...."

Which left me confused. Girl I was born in raised in LA county, wuchu reefin' on? And she suggested that maybe I was meant to be somewhere else. Which left me conflicted. Cause I've always felt like I had somewhere else to conquer. Sometimes I felt like I didn't belong, like my heart was elsewhere.

But, I have such good friends. I love the people I'm around, and my family is here. So now I'm at this conundrum, thinking if I should be applying to jobs out-of-state and I really just don't know..

I would hate to think that my potential is sitting on the couch watchin' Family Guy all day, and it won't go get up and play with the other kids in the neighborhood cause I don't push him to...



On a lighter note. I went to a halloween party last night with some Peter, Darren, Dru, and Jaime. And I have this dope costume which i will refrain from revealing until i get pictures. But it involves painting one eye black. So I'm straight up usin' acrylic paint to paint around my eye, and my sister says "Hold on, i'll get some mascara for you."

So she goes to get the mascara and puts it down and runs off again. So what do I do? I start to put it on my eyelashes hahahahhahaha! And then she comes back and busts up and tells me i was supposed to rub it under my eye to complete the black or whatever.

How was I supposed to know what she was thinking? I know what mascara is for, she told me to use it; A+B=C holmes! But that was pretty funny.. :P

This is Ron Burgandy signing off; go fuck yourself San Diego.

A sad day in history..

Mother's Cookies, known for the infamous frosting and sprinkle coated circus animal cookies, has filed for bankruptcy ):

http://www. sfgate. com/cgi-bin/article. cgi?f=/c/a/2008/10/09/BU6413DQQO. DTL


Definately a sad day in history. First polaroid film, now circus animals.. what next? pogs?! please don't take away pogs!


What? they're already gone?

warm (not so) summer nights

First, listen to Jill Scott - Spring Summer Feeling. Then come back and read my blog. Or do it concurrently.

"Feelin' the way I do,
Its hard to keep focus.
One minute, staring at the moon
Next into your eyes.
Its no surprise, mmm, that my knees weaken
At the lovely words ya speakin'."


These warm summer nights remind me of a better time. A time when I didn't feel like everyday was a constant trial to see if I was committed to living life to the fullest. Nights like these remind me of... big chillin' with friends in front of the house till 4am. And nights spent out in the hills overlooking the city with a cup of Earl Grey and someone to share a conversation with. Jungle gyms at parks after hours.

I'm feeling better little by little. Babysteps each day. I still have yet to discover what this seemingly rehab-esque recovery is from. I think one of the most frustrating feelings is not knowing what ails you. It's right above sore triceps and not being ble to sneeze...

I think life in general is harder nowadays. There are so many social determining factors that comprise the standards that we attribute to a good quality of life. And with inflations and econonmic declines as of late, I fear the peril that will pursue the attainment of my college degree. Upon some real examination of our lives, I think you might realize we're sheltered. The belief is you go to college, attain a degree, and you enter the job market. But with how our economy is, there are definately no guarantees.

My Pops manages a warehouse in Ontario. He had to lay off more people this past month than in all 8 years he's been working there. Makes one think and partially fear who's next..