The Matrix Evolution

This is how plugged into the world wide web I am at the moment - I go through this day forgetting I have this blog, because no one reads it except Lisa... and I just synced it with my Droid so I can post on the go.

even though I'll probably forget that Blogger is now a contact in my phone.




fuck. I need more sunlight.

Which is actually a lie, because I kind of have a vicious sunburn, caused only by the nine billion degree week San Francisco's been having. I considered taking a nap in my fridge earlier today, but I opted against it because I figured that burning uncomfortably is a lot better than slowly freezing to death. >_>



Useless post number 5. I'm on a roll.

Badlands

So, what the hell is with homeless people being rude? Like, rude as fuck? I completely understand that they have a reason to be angry and resentful and all of the other wonderfully alienating emotions, but when you're trying to ask for someone's help, is "go fuck yourself" the appropriate response when they say that they have nothing to give you? Ever?

Not gonna lie, a drunk and beligerent homeless man tried to light me on fire.









okay, not really. But, he put his lighter against my face and ignited it. Which is about three steps over the line. Step one, he asked me for a cigarette even after I told him it was my last one. Step two, he called me "an old motherfucker." O.o and step three? Trying to make me Dark Man over an extinguished Marlboro Smooth.

He fails, not only at success, but failure. That's a whole other deep level of fail that we can't even get in to on this blog. Because, honestly, there isn't enough space on the internet to house the essay that would spew forth from mine own fingertips.



Happy Tuesday!

Up in the Air.

Today has been one of the most exceptionally boring days I've ever led. I count a total of three naps, so far, and countless bouts of a semi-meloncholic "what should I do?"


Dishes - did a load, and was over it in less time than it took.

Food - My best friend handled all that for me, after I forced three scrambled eggs into my stomach, regretting it about twenty minutes later. But, O! how mayonaisse is delicious.

Writing - I'm supposed to start a journal today... I might should get on that.


But, for now, consider this wimpy post blog update no3. Eventually, something useful will be posted here.




















but probably not. Salut!

Salo: 3 Days of American Idol

So, a while ago, when I decided to take the week off from work, while a certain someone was prepping to leave the nation for a little under a year, I... got bored. And then I ran across it - American Idol was coming to San Francisco on Tuesday, August 17th to hand out wristbands for their audition process on August 19th, which is today. Suffice it to say, had it made it through, I wouldn't be home right now to write this blog. But, this is the important thing - I had an absolute blast.

I met wonderful people - the likes of Sebastian and Megan, whom we decided was Kimya Dawson incarnate, Shawnee and her Ben Kingsley lookalike father, and a 19 year old kid who rocked Don't Stop Believin' as if it were the last thing he'd ever do.

None of us made it through, but even the briefest of friendships were forged and numbers were exchanged. It made the system so much more enjoyable.


A footnote, though located in the middle of a passage, American Idol producers and planners are tools and a half. What kind of multi million dollar franchise doesn't have the foresight to supply food and water to contestants enduring a near 20 hour day? I arrived at 3:30AM and left at around 2:30PM, and the crowd of contestants had only been half viewed. I imagine they're still there right now, seeing the last of the people as they try not to dose off or suffer from heat stroke (the park was a middling 80 degrees flat allllll day).

Elton John's This Train Don't Stop There Anymore, sang by a specific someone this morning to me in elegant French, didn't stop the show, persay, but the judge, after dismissing me, made it a point to stop me and tell me I had a beautiful voice. To be almost picked was kind of wicked, but at least the girl who got in over me deserved it. She has a beautiful voice and I'm sure she'll go incredibly far. Though, I'll be fucked if I can remember her name. >_>


Regardless of it all,

This should go to show that anyone can do anything. Even if you say to yourself "Man, I'll never do that. To Hell with that." etc., never ever say never. Ever.

I just remembered I had this blog...

so.... yeah. here's post no1.




epic, right? I thought so. Carry on.