February 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’m all alone tonight with my new bed which I don’t like yet. I’m not used to being so high off the ground. What is thissss? arg. Yes, I used to sleep on a matress that was about a foot and a half off the ground. Yes, now I am about four and a half to five feet off the ground. I don’t feel as cool now. And right now it’s oddly quiet in my room… not totally digging this evening, but the weekend was crazy fun. I try to avoid sappy posts like this on here. I also don’t like to refer to this as my ‘blog’, it sounds so damn phony. Now I will stop and start watching Alice in Wonderland. xoxo.
February 27, 2010 § 1 Comment
February 25, 2010 § Leave a comment
I had the most inspiring evening out with my parents to a poetry reading on First Street in Pleasanton. I was the youngest person in the room, and I am so happy it was that way. I’ve never met so many nice people in one room! Short stories, poems, and a haiku were read. One man who sounded a lot like the Eagles, played his guitar and sang. One lady read a poem about a cat that had passed away 3 weeks ago and it made me cry. I read two poems. I wasn’t sure how the people liked it until after. It was very evident that they liked the poems, my looks, sense of humor, and charm.
At 8:30 it ended, but everyone stayed to talk for another half hour! It’s really amazing how wonderful these people were. I met so many new friends that I cannot wait to see next month at the next poetry read. Albert, David, Debbie, Vince, Adam, Beth, Mary! I can’t even remember the rest! Albert was an old Jewish man and has his own book. He read this hilarious short story of when he was working at Lake DalValle ten years ago when got lost on a trail one night. I laughed so much during his story! And he wasn’t the only funny one. A ‘pole dancing’ and ‘lap dancing’ Grandma (forgot her name) got a standing ovation from my dad. Her story was about her on BART accidentally falling into the lap of some attractive business man because of the bumps and jolts on BART.
During my reading, David helped finish one of my sentences when I was introducing myself and my poem that got published into an ‘anthology’ (that was the word he helped me out with). I wasn’t sure what type of vibe I was getting from him, until he came up to me at the end of the night. I thought he was just leaving the restaurant, but he was coming to tell me how beautiful I am! He kept saying how great of a person and writer I am, and gave me his card, because he is published also! David really brought joy to my heart. He was totally hitting on me and my mom, which was insanely cute. The thing about David that really got to me was that he got into a car crash when he was my age. He was telling me how he was a star ,varisty athlete. And class president. Until of course the car accident that gave him brain damage. But, let me tell you, the way he spoke was just endearing.
The last person to ‘read’ was Adam, a cute 19-year-old from Livermore who works at the restaurant where we were with a lip ring. I was expecting him to read a poem or something, but all of a sudden he pulls out this memorized rap! It was really good! My dad has talked to him before tonight (because my dad knows the owner of the restaurant… who is really funny by the way… Adam has made sandwiches for my dad since he works there). Tonight he came up to my dad to ask if I was his daughter. My dad wouldn’t tell me anymore! But as my mom and I were talking to Albert, my dad came up to me and said, “I have someone to introduce to you”. He introduced us, and we had a nice conversation about his rap, my poems, and how I’ve always wanted to be the lead singer in a band…
I have so many wonderful things to say about tonight. To sum it up, I cannot wait to write more poetry and stories for next month. Basically today has been a really really really great day, and I just had to write about it here. xoxo.
February 25, 2010 § Leave a comment
I forget what teacher of mine once told me that if I ever need a quote for an essay, I should look up Mark Twain. Since that teacher told me, I always google ‘Mark Twain quotes’ for fun.
“All you need is ignorance and confidence and the success is sure.” — Mark Twain
Tonight I will be reading one of my poems at a restaurant in Pleasanton on First Street. I’m excited! Au revoir.
February 24, 2010 § 2 Comments
The 10 golden rules of lomography:
01 Take your camera everywhere you go.
02 Use it any time- day or night.
03 Lomography isn’t an interference in your life, but part of it
04 Try the shot from the hip
05 Approach the objects of your lomographic desires as close possible
06 Don’t think
07 Be fast
08 You don’t need to know before hand what you captured on film
09 Afterwards either
10 Don’t worry about any rules
Now this is my type of photography. And the results are fucking awesome. If I had about $300 to put down on the table I would totally invest, and it would be my second baby after my MacBook.
But hey! After I wrote this, I talked to my photo teacher, and I guess there is a light at the end of the tunnel after all. His “dealer” sells them for super cheap. YEE.
February 24, 2010 § Leave a comment
I was hoping to be alive by seventeen.
School was fake and untangible, people who I knew seemed unreal.
The teachers were owls,
too far away to be audible.
The hallways made me nervous and I wish they’d part.
Thus, in my mind I mimicked Moses.
Soon I felt all of them copying us by staring down the others.
And the rest of us felt older and more free on a college campus.
We all wanted it. Parties every night,
and to be with roommates and new friends.
In a room, where all we could do was drink and smoke,
But our hair was all different,
and we didn’t care.
It was unlike high school,
because we all could be ourselves.
Unlike any feeling in the world.
To be different, unique…
It all seemed like a dream.
February 24, 2010 § Leave a comment
I was on the freeway which was somehow moving water for a long time with my dad and somebody else. I don’t remember exactly what we were doing. Then behind us we see lots of cops chasing after a man for having weed. He keeps almost getting caught but gets away several times. He starts to run towards us. My friend Elizabeth, who I’ve smoked with multiple times, and I start cheering him on to run faster. We follow this chase of the cops and the guy under the freeway. I am sitting on a slide that happens to be under the freeway hiding from all the bleeding people who are fighting with the man to try to capture him. I am covered in blood. I can feel it all over me.. in my pants, my bra, my shirt. I was drenched in blood. More and more people are showing up: Cops on elephants and camels, Brett Morris’ parents, military people. It’s getting really crowded with them there. My mouth was bleeding too and I had trouble speaking because I had gauze for some reason. I see my old 8th grade english and history teacher. I try asking her where a shower is but have trouble speaking with the gauze. I pull it out and finally ask her where one is. She leads me to an outdoor shower. Less people are here. I shower and get off all the blood. The blood that comes out of my pants look like blood most of the time I’m showering, but sometimes looked like pieces of grape jelly. This is where the dream becomes so obscure it’s hard to explain. I remember random little tidbits: my dog talking and sitting in bed like a person, tailgating BART in my car, eating some type of dessert, doing photo booth on some other kids mac with Paul, making out with Paul but him not wanting to. This was totally weird and I can’t remember anymore. The end.