“It’s Gob(nils)lin spelled backwards!” Nils and I had a shoot today in his apartment for his album. It was fun, as taking photos with friends tends to be.
I’ve been debating with myself wether to keep up a blog or not. it would obviously just be for my own amusement since I know a total of 1 (maybe even 2) people read this. I apologize for abandoning it, especially after working so hard to customize a wordpress, damn that shit was tough.
I haven’t been documenting my life at all these past few years as much as I used to. this is the time to do it, if ever, as many a great things have been happening! 2010 was a slow start, but I had lots of faith in it. once I turned 25 I figured out the formula: even numbered years and odd numbered ages are the best combos of my life. It’s all math, really.
I keep procrastinating, blaming non-blogging on film development. I tell myself I’ll back-log entries, but honestly… c’mon. as a mature 25 year old woman, I am learning quickly to stop lying to myself. I’ve been with myself for 25 whole years, who knows me better than me? me. the answer is me.
I have 4 big goals to reach in 4 months. I feel like I’m making pretty good time so far. although it’s been approx 1 day since I wrote them down on paper.
GANBATTANEEE (がんばってね~!), ME!
bboat stands for BEST BIRTHDAY OF ALL TIME. I just made that up right now, it’s not a thing. well, it’s now a thing because it had to be invented because I HAD THE BBOAT!!! I feel like I’m the only person in the world who cares about bdays. the moment my 24 hours are up, I’m already counting down to my next one. August 16th has got to be the WORST day ever–it’s the farthest away from my next birthday.
Summary in key phrases: bar take-over (mingle upstairs!/dance downstairs!), anime (flcl, cowboy bebop, cyber city, & interstella 5555) on the projection screen all night, 80s/90s mix radio, had bartender (from our PRIVATE BAR) serve a drink I made up with candy fruit slices called “Aces Wild”, 3 outfit changes, 80+ people, instant $300 bar tab covered, DANCE PERFORMANCE WITH JEN MOORE–involving spotlights, a microphone and a janet jackson finale, 3 suju songs on the speakers, multiple cameras, color changing wall lights, and a disco bra.
mostly people complain on the internet. I want to note that things are good and great and getting brighter every day. I’m the poorest I’ve ever been, but I got a lot to look forward to. so much so that I might lose what’s behind me, therefore I make this simple note to myself to remember. things could potentially suck.
but I’m too busy looking to the good stuff! birthday, adventure buddies, ocean shores, camping, L.A., A.J., SMTOWN! Super Junior dreams coming true, fall, rain and then….. moving to JAPAN! somewhere in between there devin and I will be together 4 solid loving years.
reveling in the moments before something may or may not turn sour. I will receive the future with open arms good or bad! ugh, how sappy am I sounding… “life rules!” ha ha, whatever. enjoying it.
Devin and I checked out a local park and attempted to take photos but the sun was pretty much set at this point. we’ll go back when the sun is higher in the sky. in the mean time, using high iso on your digital camera at dusk and then lightening pictures in photoshop comes out to be a pretty awesome grainy 70s advertisement. I’m pretty excited about it. and rompers. I love rompers. I think although my wardrobe consists of mostly black and gray, for the summer time I should collect another monotone collection of brown and ivory colored clothes (if money allows), for a more light feeling wardrobe. plus, it’ll look better with my hair and eyes. I’ll save blacks for winter and blonde hair this year.
TIME AND A HALF TODAY AT WORK!
This photo is me on Coney Island! dirty weird and run-down, just as I had hoped! Returned last night from a 10 day trip to New York and Virginia. I mostly wore just black, a little gray. I had to shop before I left on the trip to get shorts and tanks, it reached 100 degrees and was stupid humid. gross. that’s all the summer I needed. I came back to Seattle and it’s cloudy and 60 degrees. perfect! even on July 1st! My mom bought me those sandals before I left for my trip. I wore them 8/10 days, they were great. I only owned that hat for 4 days before I got caught in a freak rainstorm in New York and it warped and shrank. I bought a new summer straw hat later in Richmond.
I have 14 rolls of photos to scan!
today I took a japanese style bath. well, I mean, I didn’t take a bath and I didn’t take a shower. I took something in between. I don’t have an onsen. all I had was a big pot. but it saved a lot of water and it went a lot faster! sigh, I can’t wait to have a proper japanese bathroom one day.
I have work to do. I pretend to debate if I’ll stay up and do it or go to bed and wake up “early” to do these things. I don’t know why I pretend to fool myself. I’ve already wasted time on “time wasting” (which I shouldn’t spend time on), but I do that all the time! Mornings are always a slow start for me. Staying up late just leads to wandering around the internet looking at clothes I can’t afford and suju videos on youtube. I’m not getting anything done and then it’s 6 years later, and I have nothing to show for it. If the 10,000 hour rule is true, then I’m a fucking MASTER AT THE INTERNET! but if I was, shouldn’t I be making lots of money somehow? other people do. maybe I should sucker people with fake blogs about teeth whitening and loosing weight using household products (but mos def not working out). clearly, I have more internet wandering work to do.
I finally got access to some really old photos my uncle scanned ages ago. I found some photos specifically of/from my grandpa’s old house up in Anacortes. for the past few months I’ve been wanting to go back to the area, and have been dreaming of that old house. I had forgotten how breath taking the view was, as the last time I was there I was probably in junior high. I remember calling that island full of trees ‘dinosaur island’ when I was little because it looked like a dino laying down to me. I told everyone that’s what it was called, as if that was fact. My grandpa had a huge backyard for my grandma to garden in. If I were to go back today it would probably seem smaller. all the halls were decorated with masks and artifacts from my grandpa’s worldly travels. India, France, Africa etc etc. the fire place was all jagged stone. there was no basement, but just a garage and a wine cellar down stairs. they had the perfect kitchen and dinning room for entertaining guests. it was huge and beautiful. my most vivid memory of my grandma ruby is her in the kitchen at her favorite seat smoking, playing solitaire and watching murder she wrote. for family holiday gatherings I mostly stayed in the computer room playing old games on 5″ floppy disks. I had no cousins my age, and I liked the games better anyway. when I stayed over, my visits consisted of eating a lot of bread with margarine, renting ‘Ernest Bloopers’ on VHS from Island Video over and over and taking a bath every night before bed.
the house was sold a few years after my grandma ruby passed in 1996. I wish I could see that house again.
For a few days, there was a decapitated rat lying near my apartment on the sidewalk with it’s spine sticking out. it took a few days before bugs were eating it inside out. then it disappeared a day after that. I was surprised how long it lasted there, and every time I left the apartment I’d look for it. it wasn’t until a few weeks later that I remembered a few months ago I came across a decapitated bird with it’s wings posed in a heart. then my mind raced wildly with the connection, because I watch far too many movies. could there be some sort of monster on the loose in the capitol hill area? maybe a tiny werewolf? or perhaps a really disturbed homeless person? or maybe even a person with a home who is just fucking creepy insane. in these economic times, I wouldn’t put it past anyone to snap to the point of decapitating small defenseless animals.
what eats the top half of a rat and leaves the spine out!?
I’m (sort of) on the case.
my true self has re-emerged. when I was 14, I loved boy bands. I thought I was cool because I had a “humor site” about nsync, so that made me a different type of boy band fan. years went by, trends and fads and boy bands faded. it was no longer 1999 – 2001. I discovered “real music”, or what I called it at the time. long gone were the days of men looking pretty, wearing matching clothes, seduction with hip thrust dance moves or sweet pre-written ballads to make me buy their merch. I was listening to musicians who played instruments and wrote their own songs! they didn’t dance, but that was ok. (at the time).
this brings us 2010, the future. also, right now. I don’t know how I completely stumbled upon Girl’s Generation’s ‘Gee’ (known as the greatest song to come out of South Korea of all time). but through lots of youtube videos and k-pop blogs, they led me down the trail of no return–my former love of boy bands–and shit was it the mother load! a 13 member boy band? americans scoff at the idea. 5 was always enough. at least, that’s what I thought in 1999.
It’s been done. two weeks ago monday was the day. up until then, the aggravating boring limp hair was driving me to insanity. I could take it no longer, once my mind is set that is all that can happen. turns out most salons are expensive and closed on mondays. I stumbled upon a yelp article with 2 reviews, both 5 stars. a quaint homey salon called “Marcel’s Hair Design” located all the way out in crown hill, open on mondays. I called up and made an appointment. On the other end of the phone was a flamboyant and cheerful middle aged man’s voice. I felt good about that, I wondered if he was Marcel. When all was well and done, I went to pay and not surprisingly found they only take checks and cash. a salon stuck in time! the perfect time for my hair!