s a t 04.03.04 | 9:04 am
not interesting at all, nothing to see here

i just spent about forty-five minutes trying to find a parking space because i had to park at a meter last night... friday night in newport beach. any night in newport beach... bad. and worse when a stranger steals the only parking spot in the garage and you question yourself calling the police because it might be your landlord trying to fuck with you.

and i don't need that, bitch. take it somewhere else. don't even try that eviction business when i get your ass towed. so i left a nasty note. that always works.

i have had a very, very eventful spring break. i must say i am feeling refreshed except for the lack of sleep. like now. i can't sleep because i woke up and walked around even though i'm tired. i haven't slept in yet. maybe tomorrow.

so i went to mexico again. no, this is not my new hang out place. no, i haven't turned into crazy party girl tiffany hanging out at strip clubs and doing body shots and watching the donkey show. it was strictly business this time. buying business. 100 for $30. and don't worry. i split it with teera!

i went to disneyland yesterday to celebrate my sister's birthday. i had a lot of fun until my sister got really faint and feverish and had to lay down. it scares me when people get sick fast like that because i don't know how to take care of them especially when you're not at home. she was okay though.

i saw the codester play the other night (pictured) and that little man is fun. there was sleepover action and i got to see nemo, my love and other loves.

i'm going to try to sleep again. being awake is much too difficult.

w e d 03.31.04 | 2:26 pm
i was laying by the pool

"do you want to go get a drink?" he had apologized for staring at me from across the pool for forty-five minutes waiting and coaxing himself into coming to talk to me. "how old are you? wait, how old do you think i am?" he reminded me of a substitute teacher i used to have in high school all the time. the name eludes me now and i don't care enough to stop and think about it.

he talked to me for a bit longer trying to tell me stories and get to know me, the little things you try to talk about when you meet someone new. when i meet someone new i don't like having to try to talk about anything. if it's there, it just goes. you don't have to think. you just have to be there.

i walked away from the pool and went into the jacuzzi with a family with two little blonde girls. i thought... this is safe. this is good. no one will talk to me. a rather old rather large man with a comb over was eying me. "where are you from, beautiful?" what is the proper response. i don't usually lie. i don't like it. i don't like lying about anything, not even giving a fake name at starbucks or jamba juice. it just gets to me.

i told him not to buy me a drink. i told him i didn't want it. but when he puts a heine into your hand, how can you not drink it. "i'm not 21." "wait, how old are you?"

"twenty." "that's a good age, princess."

he told me when i smile it is like the sunshine on a cold day, when i walk it is like birds taking flight, my eyes are beautiful and a string of other well-rehearsed things. i told him thank you and i left promptly after finishing my drink.

so thank you, comb over guy from newport beach. what you said helped my esteem even though really it didn't mean anything at all. i'm going to mexico now.

s u n 03.28.04 | 10:27 am
you go on like a riptide

modest mouse was amazing. going to shows by yourself is underrated. sure there is some dead time in between bands but it's a lot easier to sneak around between people to get a better view when you are just one body.

i'm over trying to get people's attention. we're not in the third grade anymore. if you were a real friend, if you really liked me you'd put forth some effort. i am going through a phase of just washing out everything i don't need because there's just so much of that in my life right now and it complicates things. i like new people as much as the next person but quite honestly, my old people are just perfect. you have to make the grade. and oh yeah, be nice.

and stop using me.

i love surprises and that is why i love my mommy. she asked me about 2 days ago to take a small trip with her to THE city of vice. no, not miami! las vegas. and i am all about cheesy las vegas. should be some good pictures and some good pool lounging and some good cheesy shopping.

and i'm off for btown to go to a family dinner birthday thing where my oldest sister and i are being celebrated. looks like my spring break is shaping up to be pretty damn amazing.

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