all the new beginnings..
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Wherever you go, there you are.
i spent the lazy saturday afternoon sharing circa late 90's videos to my partner-in-crime. looking back, it was a mecca of stuff that can't be politically correct in this generation - an experimental film about infecting the HS water supply with a virus that causes all students to turn gay, student council tight pants dangerous dance moves and grease lightning, and a behind the scenes look at pimply freshmen in really awkward encounters with girls (or lack thereof). fancy the perils of growing up in a jesuit all guys high school. i should find a way to digitize them from antiquated VHS tapes and place them on you tube.
i still can't believe how much happened over the weekend. it's easy to get lost in the long stretches of routine, and it's almost like the rug gets pulled from underneath when you realize that time isn't static no matter how much it pretends to be so.
hello, baby lara. :)
too many major things going on today. everything that's starting to unfold is a tad bit too surreal, and it's uncanny that the most normal thing that happened today was finding ourselves in the midst of a free MTV movie awards taping for wolfmother. i scored some free tickets a few days ago and the partner-in-crime decided to drop on by to engage with the festivities. it took awhile for the gig to get fired up, but it definitely rocked my pants out once it did. i would say that my soul is definitely owned by rock and roll, but i don't think i should push it.
i'm driving up north to catch them again at live BFD (AFI, the strokes, franz ferdinand, echo & the bunnymen, yeah yeah yeahs, panic! at the disco, wolfmother...) and finally scored some tickets to their gig at the henry fonda the week after that. i'd say it's borderline groupie, but that pales in comparison to 2004's twice a week dosage of the now defunct barbie's cradle for almost more than 10 months. word.
and it's another big day in a few hours as baby lara wants out..
i want to jump out i want to get out i want to run up i want to escape from i want to hide with i want to live... me.
the store is up and running! yezzuh. feel free to save the image and link to our buttons :) brewing up the marketing blitz, games, discounts, surprise prizes, and free kisses! yayayayay
it's been a while since i last pulled an all-nighter. but the excitement of tinkering around, and making something work that has been bugging me for a few months now is finally near! i can keep on going, but i've a secret date tomorrow which is another story altogether.
it's almost 5:30am. i feel like a really big nerd right now. but it's alright, i'll unveil the latest shenanigan soon enough! mwaa-a-a!
i need to stop toying with the idea of exercising premature exit strategies. but the question is always about timing. when is it too early, is it ever too late? also, does it even really matter?
boredom is my achilles. there's no way i can sustain this pace!!
my eyes are weary with dry baggage. of lackluster hours and necktie'd corporeal punishment. my eyes are dry with baggage. of routines, mornings too early and nights too lazy.
snail mail surprises are still an awesome treat, though.
click me. some pictures are up.
it may very well be possible that the insitutions designed to protect our lives and our liberties may be the ones that ironically prevent us from doing so. with the given framework, it's unfortunate that the requirements for change are tantamount to impossible, at least within our lifetimes. if only starting over were so easy.
i'm having a solemn date with my grilled cheese sandwich and i-tunes radio. i'm really high on caffeine right now. and I NEED TO SEE WOLFMOTHER at the fonda!! me die. now.
annoyance blip on the radar is finding out new york will be raining the whole time i'll be visiting. better than a snow storm, i guess? wait, that would actually be more exciting!
it's changed a lot from the days when i'd ride the weekends on a whim of spontaneity. mostly because i never really had anything going for me and i opted to roll along with the punches. these days i find myself banging my head on the keyboard after missing wolfmother, ben harper, and other ticket sale mornings for gigs months and months down the line. i've got my sights on the charlatans UK and radiohead coming up soon.
for all the years i've lived here in LA, i've got no clue what the hell i've been doing missing out on all teh kick ass gigs.
i used to be scared of looking forward to things, since expectations never give 'em a fair chance. but these days, i really don't mind daydreaming since i've found it can only approximate a tip of the proverbial iceberg..
