| Last Night at One of a Kind |
[03 Dec 2008|01:01pm] |
A woman in her sixties came into One of a Kind with her 40ish year old son. Although he was around six feet tall, slender, and had the face and general appearance of a normal, well educated, healthy, fit man. . . he acted like a child. It was as though his brain stopped developing around 4-5 years old. He could talk, a little, but his pronunciation of his words were that of a four-five year old. One who hasn't had much experience in talking. He walked around the shop, picked up different animals, and his face glowed with delight as he held the miniature whales and dolphins. He smiled like it was Christmas.
He stared at all the masks on the wall, one by one. Like a child reading a picture book. His mother stayed a few feet behind him, let him wander around the store on his own, but you could tell that those two have been together for a long, long time. There wasn't a wedding ring on the woman's finger, and she had the attitude of a person who doesn't socialize with people. Like maybe she has one or two friends she speaks with on the phone.
The two people looked content with life, but there was something sadly subdued about the woman. I looked at her and could tell that her life changed once she had her son. From the minute he was born, her life became dedicated to his. It was apparent that she gave up her little habits, whatever those were, in exchange for the well being of her son.
And he was so happy. Whenever he held a tiny statue that made him smile, he'd bring it to his mother and thrust it in her face, kind of bouncing up and down. She would smile at him, a little sadly and nod her head. They stayed in the store for an hour, and I was mesmerized by watching them.
Imagine, giving up your entire life for the well-being of another. Sacrificing all the tiny things that made you YOU, just to cater to a person not quite able to take care of himself or herself. That woman has spent over 40 years living for her son. And that... that's an amazing thing to me.
I guess I've never seen a true-for-true Man-Child.
Last night, Bruce took Ted and I to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. The food was OK, but not really my favorite. The spices in the curry burned my stomach for hours after. However, it was nice eating dinner with my 2 favorite guys on the planet. They both wore their flannel shirts and jeans. It was ADORABLE. All of us Cancerians, with similar dispositions and attitudes towards life. It was fun.
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| There was so much work to do! |
[02 Dec 2008|12:16am] |
From the minute I got to ArtRock, to the second I left ArtRock, I was busy.
Phone calls, conferences, orders, plus Mike's huge order got messed up and it took hours figuring out which posters needed to be replaced. It was super annoying. Where's the Joe Strummer poster? We don't sell it anymore!
Where's the Marky Mark poster? We don't sell that anymore either! Electric Frankenstein? In your dreams!
The whole day was like that. Plus, Sam Scamardo wanted his package delivered TODAY, and Jim up in Canada wanted to order that Coop poster with the BDSM scene with the band the Urinals, plus a crapload of other posters.
Okay, I know this is mainly a filler entry. I don't have time to talk about the things that I'd like to talk about. I'm making a pot of tea right now for Ted and myself. We're going to drink it in a few minutes, and then I have to go to bed and make a little more progress on the mess that was today.
I cleaned the bottom of my bed tonight, and found all these teeny tiny spiders with long legs and the tiniest little yellow fleck on their back. I killed them then bleached all under my bed. It was super dusty, I haven't cleaned it in like seven months. So now, my room smells like bleach.
There's still some disorganization in my room, but I'm trying to keep it together.
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| Twilight |
[26 Nov 2008|09:20am] |
Bruce and I went to see Twilight last night. I hate to admit it, but I really, really, really liked the movie.
The acting was super bad, there were tons of cheesey lines (Oh look, you brought a snack!) the plot moved uber slow...
but I really, really, really like the story.
I keep thinking about Edward and Bella. What a fucked up relationship they have. At the end of the movie, when he told her to move to Florida, she's all freaking out, "Don't you say something like that to me, don't you ever say anything like that to me again."
And I want to know. Will she ever be a vampire? Are the Native American people Werewolves? The suspense is killing me, and I don't even know why.
I really liked the line where the guy goes, "Being around you gets me high. You're like my own personal brand of heroin."
And the vampire family. I loved them! I loved it when they played baseball on the field, how they hit the balls so hard that it sounded like thunder.
God, I am SUCH a child at heart. I seriously felt like I was 12 years old, reading The Secret Circle for the first time... Wondering if Cassie was going to end up with the coven leader's boyfriend. She did.
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| There's This Certain Kind of People |
[24 Nov 2008|04:16pm] |
There's these certain kinds of people in San Francisco. Maybe these people exist everywhere. For all I know, you could be one of those people. The unforgiving type. The judgemental type who bemoans the ineptitude of the human race...
This type person is extremely aware, which in and of itself is a good thing. However, because this person is so aware, he or she always notices when other people are not as in tune to the world around them. They see a person make a mistake and just assume that the person who made the mistake is a careless, stupid person... and there is no forgiveness. A forever kind of resentment toward that person.
Usually, I am on the butt end of this scenario. I make a lot of mistakes. Tons of them. Especially when I work really hard.
And today, I made one of those mistakes.
The laundry mat. Wasn't thinking. Wasn't quite paying attention to the "0" minutes on the screen. I dumped my detergent in and after the fact realized there were wet clothes ready to be dry in the dryer. I only have a tiny bit of detergent left, and I'm flat broke since I got my computer fixed ($366), paid the dentist ($200), paid my rent ($300), paid my phone bill ($50), groceries ($13), and a fast pass ($50)... so I took the clothes out of the washer and set them on the counter.
The guy comes up to me, about 5' 8", one of those fit burning-man hippies... that cocky "I smoke pot but only the good stuff and not in excess" kind of swagger and a look that could just put me in a corner until next Tuesday.
He comes up to me and starts clapping in my face. "Way to go. What a nice thing you did. Think you can get one of those dryer things for me as well?"
"I am so sorry." I said. I'm still working, but from a laundry mat. Setting up the new ArtRock website. "I was not paying attention at all. I dumped the liquid in there, and I hardly have any left. I can't really afford---"
"Whatever." He goes. "Why don't you just put my stuff in a dryer now?"
"I wasn't paying attention." It was all I could say. "I'm soooo sorry." I know people get super touchy about their things, and I know I was clearly in the wrong, and I'm really repentant and will probably never make that same mistake again. EVER.
But its not enough. Mr. Smokes-A-Lot is going to HATE me forever. And now its weird being at Brainwash because I know he's in there. Lurking around the washer and dryer. Waiting for his things to be finished.
He will never forgive me, and he will probably tell everybody he knows about the horribly rude people in the city. He wouldn't be exactly wrong, but jeeze. I don't pass the same kind of judgement on people. If the situation would have been reversed, I would have just laughed it off and know in my heart of hearts that it would all be okay.
God, I couldn't slap my self enough. I'm soooooooo exhausted. I've been working nearly constantly to try to get our website up and running by December 2 so we can send out a mailing list to introduce the new website and our new Gallery hours. In addition to all the *work*, I've been exercising regulary.
Ted has been amazing, also. He met me at Yerba Buena Gardens today with sandwiches from the Vietnemese sandwich shop in the Tenderloin. That sandwhich shop is famous and all kinds of people go there. There's always a line out the door, and a line of people waiting who phoned in their orders. My boss Philip from Dr.'s Choice used to send me there to pick up things for lunch.
We spent a beautiful hour together, and then I told him I'd meet him around 10'PM tonight. (Which is probably how long it will take me to get a good foothold on this website thing, do my laundry, and go to the gym).
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| 1-800-ANARCHY |
[19 Nov 2008|08:47am] |
"ArtRock Gallery. This is Tonya, how can help you?"
"Yeah, I'm trying to get a working phone number for the store you have out there."
"What store?" Thinking he might be talking about a different place in San Francisco.
"The ArtRock Gallery poster store."
"Oh, well, you have the right number. Its the number you called."
"It is?" He says with a soft southern drawl. "And who am I talking to?"
"I'm Tonya. How can I help you this morning?" My eyes are dry and cracked from a slight lack of sleep. They're making my coffee next door and soon I'll be able to handle this kind of conversation.
"I was wondering if you guys give out catalogs anymore."
"Nope, we stopped publishing those a few years ago. All we have is an online store."
"Well, tell me Tonya, is there a buyer in the store and is he available right now?"
One thing that really aggravates me are the people pretending to be interested in buying something only to sell their own stuff.
"There is. What do you have?" Some people try to sell us baseball cards, our own posters, stuff we don't need....
"I've got a Grateful Dead poster, signed by Stanley Mouse... Winterland 1978."
"Let me check for you." I put the guy on hold, call up Phil, but he doesn't want to talk at 8:30 in the morning.
"Sorry, Phil can't discuss this right now. I need your name and number so Phil can call you back."
Looong pause. Like Squidbilly long pause. "The name is Kent," he says. And then he gives me his number.
"So, you say the buyer's name is Phil? Like F-I-L?"
"Nooooo," I say. "Phil as in P-H-I-L"
Another looong pause. "Oh. Okay. Well, I look forward to hearing from him."
"Okay, Kent. You have a good day."
And there's a 3000 order I need to pick and ship... Today.
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| Quick Update |
[14 Nov 2008|09:16am] |
The new Windows ads really piss me off. I HATE how they read, "I'M A PC" with some stupid quote like, "And I'm One in a Million," or "And I defy death," with some custie photograph. It's SOOOOOO EL LAMO.
And they are totally overkill in the subways in San Francisco. Every free space of wall is plastered with a different "I'M A PC" poster. Its such a jab at MAC's that I can't even describe how much it pisses me off.
Everybody on the planet uses PC's. Do they really have to be like OVERKILL with their advertisements? I also hate how they turned the "iMac" thing into "I'm A PC". Its like some Windows Marketing Intern dropped a huge E-pill drenched in LSD at Love Fest, came up with the idea after dancing with everybody, then went BACK to the office on Monday, put it on paper and now WHAM. Its everywhere in your face.
"I'M A PC." Soooo makes me want to bust out that old mac game, "Smashing Windows."
The thing about the new PC ads is that they're not even that pretty. They're not elegant and artsy like the Apple ads. If you want to buy an old Apple ad from the 90's (like the one with John Lennon and Yoko Ono that says, "Think Different,") You are going to have to fork out over a hundred dollars. Because those posters are beautiful! Not at all like the "I'M A PC" ad.
The holiday Starbucks ads were a gazillion times better last year. They made me soooo happy to look at. "Bring Back the Bear Hug." I loved that ad!
Speaking of coffee, the guy at Panache finally hired a new morning barrista, so I can start getting coffee there again. The other barrista is such a freaking space cadet, I asked her for a chai one day... I was the only person in the whole freaking store, and she was just wiping down the espresso machine. I watched her for three minutes before I said, "Excuse me, can i get a Chai?" It took her like ten seconds to turn around and she goes, 'Of course you can," but instead of ringing me up or make the drink, she started fidgeting with cups, wiping down counters so I left. I had to be at work.
Now, there's a new barrista and her name is Karen. She made me a beautiful cafe mocha, put a design in the foam on top shaped like a feathery leaf, and the entire drink was mixed to perfection. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. She was wearing this amazing purple jumpsuit, and I said, "I love your outfit," by the way. Its like Harry Potter purple, fuzzy, and looks so much fun to lounge in.
"You like it?" She asked. "I sell these."
"Really? Can i get your #?" So I got her number, and plan on calling her this weekend for the hook up.
Okay, that's all for now.
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| Back to Just Me |
[12 Nov 2008|10:48am] |
Its not sooo bad though. Kelsey is working right down the street from me and our hours are completely opposite. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but at least I know I can still see her.
Yesterday, she brought me a brownie and worked a half-shift. She had to leave at 2:30 for her orientation at American Eagle. This morning, when I got to work, Phil asked me, "Is Kelsey here?"
"No," I said. "She's hasn't come in yet."
Then he breathed all hard and said, "We can't afford to keep her. At all."
So, when Kelsey called around 10AM, I told her the news. It wasn't hard though because she told me they were going to give her tons of hours at American Eagle.
I'm just so glad that I met a friend. She's my favorite and best friend, and I'm definitely going to keep working on the relationship.
Yesterday, I was soooo broke after paying all my bills. I thought I'd have to work a bunch more hours at One of a Kind. Well, I called Bruce to confirm my shift last night, and he goes, 'I have riches for you."
"Riches?" I wanted know. "What do you mean?"
"I got a check here for you from the federal government. Its for 339.42 cents. Some kind of refund."
Thank god. They DID give me the rest of the refund. I was soooo stoked. Now, I can go out and buy really good groceries, hopefully a couple of sports bras/tank tops, and be good to go.
ArtRock hasn't been doing much business. We're putting the coolest things on ebay, and nobody is bidding on them.
My step-dad is getting laid off on Thursday, and my mom says they are going to be so tight on money... she doesn't even know if she'll be able to afford a guest pass for the gym.
I'm dealing with more Z Gallerie billing business... ugh.
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| This really super amazing Artist just walked into the Shop |
[11 Nov 2008|10:34am] |
I was in the bathroom, and I hear this voice shouting, "Hello? Hello!?" Which is really embarrasing when you're on the toilet. I mustered out a, "Just a minute," and finished as quickly as possible.
I washed my hands, dashed into the forier, and saw this Mediterranean man looking around. "I'm just waiting on Phil." He said, "I'm Randy." Like I'm supposed to know who that is.
"I'm just here for the painting." Like I'm supposed to know what that means.
"Okay, Phil should be down in a minute."
Phil came downstairs and he said, "Go help Randy get the painting out of his car."
While we were walking, he mentioned how nice it was that he didn't have to pay for parking. I said, "Yeah, the city gives people a break on holidays." Then I asked him how he knew Phil.
"Oh, I do some posters," he said. We got to his SUV and he pulled out this enormous painting. Its my favorite Rolling Stones poster in the UNIVERSE.
I said, "Oh my God! This is a painting of that beautiful poster!" Its like looking at an original DaVinci or Raphael its so beautiful. My brain did not want to believe it was original. So I asked, "Is this- - -?"
"Yep," he said. "its the original artwork."
"Oh my God." I stared at it. Its huge like over 6 feet tall. Kept safe in a hand carved gold painted frame. Beautiful. "How did you get it?"
"I'm the artist."
Kerplunk. But not really. I was like "OH MY GOD YOU DID THIS?"
Then I had to get a picture of him, but he was soooooooooooo nice. And you wouldn't believe the painting. Its soooo beautiful.
http://www.expressobeans.com/public/detail.php/1609
This is a link to the painting. And I got to meet the artist today. I can't even believe it.
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| Veteran's Day |
[11 Nov 2008|09:45am] |
There was a little blurb on the front page of the Chronicle which spoke about the thousands of veterans that are homeless in the City. Strange that we have a holiday for those people, but there's still so many living on the streets.
I paid all my bills yesterday, and after it all, I had eight dollars left in my account. This means that I have to work extra this week at One of a Kind so I can have some cash. Last night, I bought art supplies and worked on the big wooden Chicken.
After work, I exercised in the gym. 5 miles on the EFX, then I did a hundred crunches.
Kelsey is getting a job at American Eagle because Phil refuses to put her on the payroll.
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| This is What We Did Last Night |
[05 Nov 2008|09:29am] |
Low on money
a small bottle of tequila
a huge bottle of rum
limes
salt
sugar
clothing swap
shots
zuchini bread
cousin, Kelsey, me
celebrating up and down the street
telling everybody we came across "Obama won!"
a thousand other people had the same idea
cops were like "you have to get out of the street and off the median," physically being moved by the police
then they changed their minds
blocked off Divisidero
gave everybody permission to party in the street
people banging drums
Obama chants
hugging strangers
dancing with everybody
until like 1 in the morning!!!
Went back to Kelsey's apartment
crashed out
went home this morning to pick something up before work, there was a note on my door. "You are so beautiful." Seriously, life just can't be better than this and I just want it to last.
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| New President Elect!!!! |
[05 Nov 2008|08:52am] |
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"Wwhooooooooooooo!!!!!!! O-BA-MA! O-BA-MA! NEW PRESIDENT ELECT!"
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| Its Good To Know Our City Maintained its Sense of Humor |
[25 Oct 2008|08:10pm] |
I'm voting right now. I have already voted for who I hope to be president, voted for the congress representatives, voted for the judges, voted for all the economic expenditures for the state of California and the City of San Francisco, Voted NO ON PROPOSITION 8. . . and I come to Proposition R.
I signed the petition for Proposition R at the Haight Street Fair. I can't believe it ACTUALLY made it to the ballot. Proposition R is a joke. It's a joke gone serious.
Man, we, as a city can not stand George W. Bush. That's why this proposition is being offered: Shall the City change the name of the Oceanside Water Pollution Control Plant to the George W. Bush Sewage Plant? That way, every time we flush the toilet, it'll be like a million people crapping on him a day.
I vote. . . yes.
And its still illegal to be ugly if you live in the city.
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| Today was a loooong Thursday |
[23 Oct 2008|07:40pm] |
I woke this morning with a start. The NPR news reporters were telling me that the number of diapers being bought on days when people were getting their paychecks indicated that more and more people in America are living paycheck to paycheck.
Now I. . . I don't buy diapers when I get paid. I do however, pay my rent. Every single time I get a paycheck, the very first thing I do is pay my rent. Which got me thinking that I'm one of those people who is living paycheck-to-paycheck. I thought I was being responsible, but I guess I'm just being really poor. That's okay though.
I spent all day packing really difficult posters (cardboard posters which need to be shipped flat) ugh.
The end of the day was nice. I got a package from YOU again. Thanks! I love the elephant necklace, and Wonderland is way better than any October horror film. The pedicure kit will come in handy as well as all the make up. Like last time, I really enjoy the picture-type story made with art. I also enjoy the Spanish words for children. The way the cover says, "Blow up London" is spectacular. I put the Ausubo Renacer on my computer, and I really, really appreciate it all. The Meaningful Beauty cream by Cindy Crawford is really soothing. Thanks. . . I wish I knew your name so I could send you something. Did I mention that I really love the meditation CD? I'm not quite sure what to make of the Crime and Punishment reference, but it really makes me think. I hope that you're having a nice time in Puerto Rico. The antique-style bookmark is beautiful. Everything you send me is beautiful and wonderful... thanks soooo much.
Tonight, on my way home, I stopped by the anime shop in Chinatown. They're selling these pillows that puff up with air when you take them out of the package, and they have these amazing Deathnote images. I'm thinking about getting a couple tomorrow when I get paid. I need a pillow. I need to stop sleeping on Sheryl's pillow so that when she finally comes around I can give the one I've been using back to her. I picked up an "L" poster where he's about to dig into a delicious looking sundae with strawberries, cherries, sprinkles, and a twistie stick. Sad that he had to die.
OK. Goodnight people.
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| Finally, friends |
[22 Oct 2008|11:45pm] |
Ever since Kelsey started working at ArtRock, my life has opened up with new friendships. Valentina has been calling me, we're going out Saturday night. . . My neighbor Ted shared almost his entire rock n' roll collection with me (I've got an amazing Misfits collection, along with Helmet, Alice and Chains, Pearl Jam, and Smashing Pumpkins.)
Its just kind of weird to have friends. I've been so alone for so long.
We stole a poster Saturday night from the club. Its for the movie Repo The Genetic Opera.
I watched Saw ii last night. It was a great film. God I'm tired. so much I want to say but can't. I'm not in a writing space in my life. I'm in an absorption space.
Every once in while, like once every couple years, I get where I can't write. But it always comes back.
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| MUNI |
[20 Oct 2008|01:43pm] |
According to the Examiner, MUNI is 40,000 passengers short for their pilot bus which stops at just the cultural places in the city. It goes to the MOMA, the Asian Art Museum, and other educational centers. When I first heard the idea of a bus which stops at the museums, I was excited. I thought, "Hey, one easy route to travel when I'm feeling like being culturally aware."
Then I find out that the fee for the bus is seven dollars. Seven dollars? To ride a bus in San Francisco? Are they crazy? If you have a fast pass (I do) then the fee is $3. One Way. That is just. . . insane.
You can catch a 44 and go to Golden Gate Park. For me, the ride would be free. If you don't have a fast pass it would only 1.50. You can catch the 49 and get off a block away from the Asian Art Museum. Why would you pay like 5.50 more to ride a MUNI bus? You probably wouldn't. There's nothing special about the MUNI culture bus except for that its painted tan.
The freaking cable cars are only $5. . . and those are really fun to ride with excellent views. I just don't know what the San Francisco Municipal Transit Authorities are thinking. That's why they're 40,000 passengers short of their goal.
Anyway. Next topic.
I'm on my lunch break! At ArtRock! This is the first lunch break I've had in a long time. I've been drawing big black X's through my lunch break time slots on my time card for the past couple weeks.
But there's a reason why I'm purposefully taking a lunch break. I'm downloading Samurai Jack cartoons into my iPod so that I can watch them when I exercise. They weren't downloading properly at home, so I brought my computer to work and wired it up.
Tonight, I'm supposed to work with Bruce at One of a Kind, but I'm soooo not in the mood to do more work.
Last night, my neighbor Ted came over and we watched Winter Steele on my computer and then I showed him an episode of Death Note.
Other than that... nothing big to report. Okay. Goodbye.
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| Why I Hate Today A-Z |
[14 Oct 2008|02:21pm] |
A lot of posters are missing.
Brent, Brian, Brandon, and Ben keep calling about the ArtRock show print.
Colleen didn't leave her phone number.
Disorganized papers.
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| update from my iPod |
[13 Oct 2008|03:01pm] |
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Hi! I am at Ghirardeli Sqare, working. Angel Island is still on fire, but not like it was last night. Okay, going back to work. Ciao.
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| Video games, American Psycho, Gym, video games, and Silent Film |
[12 Oct 2008|09:46pm] |
The title of this post can summarize my entire day.
American Psycho is an OK movie, but a little disjointed. I couldn't tell if he really killed all those people or if he just wanted to kill all those people and drew little pictures of it. I didn't get the part where the teller machine said, "Feed me a cat." Other than that, the movie really made me rethink the line where Batman said in the movie, "And I just let that murdering psychopath blow him half to hell." or whatever the line was.
I'm tired. I'm watching the silent film,"The Huntchback of Notre Dame," which I think is way better than the other.
I did 3 miles on the EFX today and then 9 flights of stairs on the revolving stair thing.
Going to bed soon. Gotta work all day and night tomorrow.
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| Tomorrow is the BIG art show!!! |
[09 Oct 2008|11:17pm] |
And I'm buying one of those new iPod touch tomorrow. Thanks to the IRS, I was able to pay my student bill this month, and thanks to overtime pay, I will be able to pay my dentist and any other bills PLUS have money for a new iPod touch. I've got to have one. They are so amazing and yeah... might as well get one while I can afford it.
Today, one of the members of the art group Malleus came by ArtRock to bring by the posters we'll have at the art show. The guy, his name is Yurdo (I think) is so increadibly hot that I couldn't even look at him without blushing. I'm glad he can't speak much English... His artwork is really good, but his body is even better to look at. Total eye candy. Very long brown hair, Wolverine facial hair, Wolverine face, all he needs is the big claws and we have ourselves an X man.
Anyway, Kelsey and I went pumpkin patch hunting today for the perfect pumpkins. Then we got Thai food, two big ass bottles of beer, and carved ourselves some pumpkins on the top of twin peaks. We got to know each other so much better and had the time of our lives. Here's some pictures of today's events...
I think the best part about it is that we're making friends with each other, as well as getting paid. We'll finish carving the pumpkins in the morning. The artshow starts at 7 and ends at 10PM. So tomorrow we'll be making even more money... :) :) :)
Kelsey hates the smell of pumpkins, and she hates the sliminess of it. When we were at the base of Twin Peaks, looking out over the city and pulling out the innerds of the big squash, I was like, "WE'RE KILLING THEM! WE"RE KILLING THE PUMPKINS! HERE LITTLE CHILDREN, PUT YOUR HANDS IN HERE TO FEEL THE GUTS!"
And Kelsey was like ,"EWE EWE EWE! IT REALLY DOES FEEL LIKE GUTS!"
And the we got all gooped up and laughed even harder.
She told me I should definitely get one of those iPod things tomorrow. She told me to treat myself to something special because I deserve it. God we had so much fun tonight.
I had my phone off the whole night, so no boys would distract me... Anyway, here's the pictures. I hope it inspires you to go carve some pumpkins.
This is Kelsey hauling our wheelbarrow around for the pumpkins.
 This is me hugging the pumpkins because... Yeah. I love pumpkin carving. Its my most favorite thing to do. How I love Octobers... the smell, the crisp cool air, the orange and black shockerating otherwise blah-every-day undecorated concrete...
This is me and Kelsey at the base of Twin Peaks. Most people who come here thing that this is Twin Peaks. They don't realize there's a whole other hill to climb before you really get to the top. However, this is where you park your car and can experience a splendid view of the city.
This is a snapshot of us and the pumpkins.
Okay! Happy October 9th and Gooodnight! I've got to squeeze some horror film in tonight. I thought it was going to be Saw II, but there isn't time. I'll have to find a shorter black and white... dunno what it'll be. Maybe I'll watch The Bat again. That was really funny.
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| If I exercised the way She did... |
[08 Oct 2008|07:33pm] |
I would die. Just. Flat. Out. Die.
She was doing 12. I normally do 3 (Incline, resistance). I usually do 3 miles at 3 incline 3 resistance because I have a thing for 3's and it feels pretty good.
So today. She came in. I don't know her name but she had a gorgeous sexy body. Like, classic American sexy body with the beautiful rounded hips (small, but very shapely) a tiny waiste (probably a 24) and then these amazing breasts (like 36 B or C). . . so I wanted to watch her. . . she was on the Precor in front of me and I could see all her stats and its the gym and kind of boring and so what the fuck. I watched.
Not her, per se... that might be kind of creepy, but I was comparing what she was doing to what I was doing. I noticed her incline and resistance were at maximum. (12) and she was really booking it. Going really fast at this steady pace and then I look at my precor and I'm at 3 everything. My heart rate is 168 and this is all very normal to me.
But then I looked into the mirrored walls and noticed how much bigger I was than she and thought maybe I should exercise like she does. Maybe if I did then I could get thinner.
So, I turned up the resistance to 6, put the incline to 6 and kept my pace. Not even two minutes go by and I'm starting to sweat out of pours which haven't opened since that humid 112 degree afternoon in Hangzhou, China. But I kept going. My heart rate jumped to 189 and pretty much wasn't going down. After 13 or 14 seconds, blackness started creeping around me and my vision in front started to get all fuzzy-TV and I hadn't even been doing it for 2 minutes. Maybe it was longer than 2 minutes it was 2 something... maybe distance like .2 miles I don't know. It was either minutes or point miles.
I was on the verge of blacking out. So, I thought how stupid I'd look if I actually passed out on the EFX Precor, so I set my resistance/incline back to 3 and went really really slow for a while. You know, not longer than I had too... just long enough for my heart rate to get back to 168.
But I wonder... should my heart rate be 189 when I'm exercising? Am I just not pushing myself hard enough at the gym? I thought it was enough to sweat and go home warm, but maybe I need to do double what I do.
All I know is that if I had the machine set to 12/12. . . Its amazing. I think I'm going to watch what the really fit people do from now on and then follow suite.
Ah... I want to nap, but I'm just going to watch Amityville Horror, have some 2 Buck Chuck White Zifendale and then crash for the night.
Dominic left me a rose today at the front desk in where I live. It had the note, "I miss you."
Oooh!!! And the creepy pictures. there's some awsome pictures down the street from my house. You look at them and they're old portraits of people in the 1800's. Then as you walk by and glance in a weird way, they turn into demons, skeletons, and zombies. Its the coolest fucking thing I've seen. I'll totally post some pictures.
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