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bye / update on my face

i am on tumblr now, i will post a link later because it is still a little private. i took this photo a couple of days ago to convince this girl that we know each other. i had to guzzle down a few beers before i could take it; i hate talking pictures of myself. has anyone seen Manic?

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september 13th, 2010; ten forty seven at night.

i was just now on the verge of having a cry. ask me if you want to know, i'm not cool with everything yet. i have to write this paper. goodnight, the two people that read this.

learn to prioritize

here are five things that i spend too much time doing, in no particular order:

1. listening to music. it has happened many times; i will check the mail to find something that i have ordered. i will take it to my room and say, "i'll just listen to the first two tracks." i can lose myself in an awesome record only to find that i'm at the point where i have no time to be late. road rage ensues.

2. changing clothes. it is a bad habit of mine; i am so self conscious that it has caused me to be late. i'm thinking, "i wear too much band shirts," or "what's her name would think i'm cool if i wear this shirt." on any given morning, i am liable to change my outfit three times.

3. eating. i hate to spend money so i will try to eat as much food as possible at home. i will drive home on a forty minute break if it means that i can cram some energy down my throat. i need a job.

4. masturbating. yes, i have been late due to me jerking off and that is all i have to say.

5. sleeping. i have the most fucked up sleep schedule, it's not even funny. on a good week, i will sleep at three in the morning and wake at six thirty, three hours later. i say week because one day will affect the next. i will go home to get an hour of sleep in my bed and then haul ass back to class.

fuck your self help book; i'm all about cell phone reminders.

midway

i've been watching a lot of drama and relationship films. i think they're the best in terms of character and bringing out the human aspect. Medacine for Melancholy was a pretty neat flick; i watched this with a friend and some really cheap wine whilst on an insomnia binge. i won't ruin it but what i got out of it was that you can't change people. the two characters truly want what they have to work out but in the end, it doesn't.

did i just say too much?

it was recommended that i watch Before Sunrise and its predecessor, Before Sunset; i couldn't stand either. "the perfect romance film," is how many had described it. essentially, the first film is about a man and a woman (i'm ruining it, fuck you), strangers who meet on a train (excuse me while i vomit into my lap), that fall in love for a day and masturbate to the egotistically intelligent things that comes out of each others mouths. the next film, Before Sunset, is pretty much the same as the last. the only difference is that there are three points of views in which you can view the ending, which is open ended.

i really want to see this film, A Quiet Little Marriage. first thoughts after watching the trailer: i love that this is something where you know a friend, or of a friend, that has been in this situation (cough, hello, cough). there are real and interesting stories out there, all you have to do is find them.



that last bit sort of leads into my latest pipe dream. i've been listening to This American Life a lot these last couple of months and i've pretty much fallen in love with the idea of being a story teller.

People can surprise you, if you watch carefully, they do it all the time.

this is the tag line for This American Life when it was a television show. i wanted to take that, my recent bout of insomnia as well, and go out late at night to talk to people. just talk. i just want to see what people are all about in the early morning house. that's the theme of the zine that i want to start: insomnia. i would bring my camera and a recorder and just walk all night. i guess i could reviews of sleep related music or film, maybe even make a mixtape if i were to go the electronic route (like if i were to make a blog). that's my new idea and i hope it comes through.

i think i done good for now. i know i didn't really talk about too much; next post, i will.

check these out:
IFC films
A Quiet Little Marriage
Some days are better than others
Ahn Joo (if you're ever in los angeles)

this is what i've been listening to:
sleater kinney
the radio dept.
the temper trap
banner pilot
latterman


i've been smoking again..

tba

this blog is going to filled out, nice and proper, as soon as i have some time. some quick stuff for now:

1. minolta sr-t 101
2. in bruges, before sunset / before sunrise, and waking life
3. getty
4. the lab
5. fests
6. music
7. people

goodnight and see you in a couple of hours.



jeff

low fi summer

these last couple of months, it has been my eyes versus the rest of my body. some thing i have noticed:

-chafing of my eyelids
-a mild development of ptosis in my left eye (lazy eyelid syndrome)
-a swollen mass under my right eye

the latter being the most recent; when i close my left eye, i can see just fine except for the tiny fuzzy obstruction.

other than that, the summer has been wonderful. self confidence is at a high, surprisingly; especially in the school department (B in biotechnology and an A in genetics!). i just got really stoked on record stores again, and music in general. sound and fury coming up; summer is looking good. also, an old thing with a girl has been recently rekindled (honestly, i don't know if this is good or bad).


read up on Craig Venteres. let's go to the beach.


***check out:
Best Coast
Vacation Vinyl
Sahara Hotnights
Joyce Manor
This American Life
Radiolab

life. love. pabst.

xccz,m.z,m,.x,x,mxmxmcx,m.

hating this week, drinking lots of alcohol by myself, blowing off friends to drink by myself, lurking ex girlfriends, and not working on my final presentation for biotech.

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after going for a walk, soaking my feet in the pool, tripping into a bush, laying there for thirteen minutes, staring at the stars, feeling small, listening to pinback, and having a think, i think i feel a little better; however, i might have reverted back to my angsty 'i secretly hate all my friends' phase (thanks for the not helpful text message conversation, you two). also, i think i am finally over being single and by myself for three years. this is good. this is healthy.

Viva

had a pretty sick weekend, chilling in the desert. gabby was tight. congrats to phil and the boys.
time to hit the book.

if anyone wants to buy a 1977 Puch Maxi frame, get at me. i need money for the summer.

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dear diahwee,

sorry for not writing in you. what's in been like three months? i have some juicy ass shit to reveal, but not now. i must get back to my studies.

toodles

adsfadsfsad

when's the last time you've hit your head? for me, it'd be just now; i just let all of the muscles in my neck relax, allowing gravity to take my forehead on a date with Vika Amon (from Ikea). valentine's day 2010; harsh. the whole day i've been thinking about how the girl i'm crushing on is probably out having a good time with some suave motherfucker that has actual facial hair. alkaline trio discography and cheap bear, we've got a long night ahead of us. goodnight.

you are cruel and unusual [, palmdale]

Drunkenly mapping out 500 days of Summer; day by day. also, i had a huge urge to make thai style fried rice. My friend told me how to make it lat night. i didn't really understand what he was saying but i think i got the gist of it; however, after much consideration, i found it too much work at this hour.

i will now show you, the reader, how to make thai style fried rice.

step 1 make sticky rice. set aside. (to make sticky rice, you boil rice in a 1:1 ratio. boil the rice until boils. let it boil for two minutes then let it sit on low heat for ten minutes. boil again for two minutes and let sit on low heat for ten minutes. after all of that it should be done. i think. after all, i wasn't really paying attention when he described it to me.)

step 2 cut up desired vegetables and or meat. cook in non stick pan until browned (i say browned hypothetically, even though say you were cooking tomatoes, they wouldn't brown, they would...red?)

step 3 add rice, then add oyster sauce. i don't know how much oyster sauce, just ball park it to the point that you think you've got enough. mix (stir?) until all of the rice is nice and browned.

if it all worked out, it should be really good. some things that you might consider adding: pineapple, cashews, or even shrimp? who knows, it's your late night snack.

ps. if you want to know what i thought about 500 Days of Summer, wait. let me sober up. i'm still on break, goddamn it.

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Ok, i think I'm going to Sound and Fury this year. I vowed, "never again, hardcore is fucking embarrassing,"...but fuck that. Parties and moshing; summer forever.

Nice and shiny

Reclining in my padded folding chair, sipping this caramel frappuccino, all the while being lightly serenaded by Des Ark, I think I’m ready to crank out the obligatory 2010 blog. I’ve been putting it off, really; I guess waiting for something extraordinarily cool to happen…oh well.

It was a good a Christmas. I didn’t get any money, which would’ve been cool but it’s no big deal. I was just so happy to see everyone happy. I got my brother this cool Beatles shirt, a pull up bar for my dad, and Amanda got me these sweet stereo headphones (the same ones she got me last year, haha). After Christmas with Dad and his folks, Mom, Alex, Andrea’s mom, and I went up to northern California to see everyone; we rented a car (Can I just mention how awesome rental cars are? For real, it’s like having a no strings attached fuck buddy). It was a pretty sweet drive; central California ain’t like driving up the 101 but whatever (I would now like to apologize for mentioning “Mom, Alex, Andrea’s mom, and I” and the word “fuck buddy” in the same sentence).

We were there for three days. The first night would be spent at the Echavarria’s house. It was good seeing everyone; we told funny stuff about all of our cousins and talked about the reunion. After this, I went to Julian and Lawrence’s place where I proceeded to lower their Call of Duty score; went back to the house and crashed on the couch (rental cars, fuck yes #1). The next day (this seriously blew my mind but in a funny way) we literally ate all day; I woke up and had breakfast, less than an hour later we went to this Vietnamese place and had brunch, then we went to a market to buy some groceries. When we got back to the house, the old ladies began cooking dinner (Haha, I never really did pay attention to the ‘all they do is eat’ cliché until then). After dinner at Uncle Remy’s place, the young people went bowling; so much fun, in the second round we were just messing around doing trick shots and going for fastest ball.

The next morning, we went to San Francisco to see the Davis’s. First stop was in Hayward to go see Alan. After that, Mark took Justin and me to the city. Fast forward Haight-Ashbury, pizza, and Japan town; we were at home playing Pictionary. The next morning, bright and early at four am, we were on the road to LA. Great time seeing everyone, seems like every time i visit i "meet" a new cousin. This cool because now I have other people I can talk to at the reunion when i can't find Andrea.

Ahhh…

New Years was a lot of fun too, I spent it at the Poulin’s new place: hung out with everybody, rung in the New Year, threw up outside, ran to my car and passed out, woke up freezing and went back to their place and slept on the floor. Good times.

I’m pretty stoked on 2010 so far. I’ve got a bunch of books to read through: American Short Story (An anthology of short stories by all of the great American authors, starting from the late 1700s), A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius / Mistakes We Knew We Were Making (I just realized that these are two books combined…fucking cool. I wonder if they tie in together. Thanks Ivy!), and The Log from the Sea of Cortez (Fucking Steinbeck, dawg. Thanks again, Ivy!). Also, I bought myself Freaks and Geeks: the Complete Series (I know I said it before but seriously, best TV show ever). The job search is looking bleak but I expected it, I’m just glad to have a break from school. What’s my 2010 resolution you ask? …I don’t really know, aside from all the little thing, school (yes I do consider school to be a little thing) and health, I guess I’d want to just have more cool life experiences; just stuff like seeing new places, having a near death experience, a really bad break up, a really awesome relationship, and other things (I think that my only real goal would be to go through all of said cool experiences before my brother does, that way I could, you know, be a brother and stuff) Here’s to that being the most sentimental I’ll ever have to be on this blog, cheers) . I don’t really plan that far ahead, I know that that’s not very adult like but fuck it…fuck it. Fuck it!

Peace.

Things I DO have planned for 2010:

-Rain Fest ’10 (mostly to hang out with a certain someone)

-Get a new hairstyle

-Clean driving record (more like a New Years threat from my insurance company)

-More road trips / see new countries

-Get my wisdom teeth out

-Fuck my eyes up so I have to wear glasses (I’ve been told that I look damn fine in glasses. Sup ladies)

-Get tattooed

-Grow a beard

-Fuck a girl in the butt

Here are all of the pictrures from my phone that i took over this weekend:

About these two: We were at Alan's place. everyone was in the kitchen while myself and the young people were watching tv. I got up and started playing with Alan's barrel man (google it), which in on top of his TV. I accidentally dropped the barrel behind he TV; I didn't know what to do so i left it and went outside. Coming back inside, I see that everyone is watching old home videos...with a naked barrel man chilling on the tv. wow.































Happy New Year!