Can't get this out of my head...
I love it.
WARNING! This is me going
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Interesting. Cool. Moving.
I love it.
WARNING! This is me going
:Interesting. Cool. Moving.
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My friend Lester is moving to New York.
He's on a plane right now. He wanted to "start fresh". He's going without a dime, taking only a carry-on case. He's crazy. He's gutsy.
GOD, I wish I could posses a smidgen of his balls.
I used to kinda fantasize about doing something similar. A la Ghost World. My art professor used to tell me I reminded him of Enid. With good reason.
Took him out to a new place last Friday... Transit Lounge. Twas a good night. Went to his going away party last night, which was held at his house. Nostalgic, considering it's where this period of my life REALLY swung into gear. And now...
I can't believe he's going for it... wow do I admire him. Like......... woah.
I really hope he makes it. I hope he finds his niche. I hope he flourishes. I hope someone falls in love with him. I hope someone falls in love with his art. I hope I'll someday see his book on a shelf in Barnes and Noble.
Lester. You're in my thoughts, man. Burned, etched in there for your courage. It's like a beacon for me. Now.
We passed around his sketchbook and filled it like yearbook. My entry was simple. One of my symbol-swirl-designs, made on the spot for him, followed by "Not all who wander are lost" and a short diatribe about how much he's influenced me, despite the short duration of our aquaintance. I hope it was enough.
My friend Lester is moving to New York.
He's on a plane right now. He wanted to "start fresh". He's going without a dime, taking only a carry-on case. He's crazy. He's gutsy.
GOD, I wish I could posses a smidgen of his balls.
I used to kinda fantasize about doing something similar. A la Ghost World. My art professor used to tell me I reminded him of Enid. With good reason.
Took him out to a new place last Friday... Transit Lounge. Twas a good night. Went to his going away party last night, which was held at his house. Nostalgic, considering it's where this period of my life REALLY swung into gear. And now...
I can't believe he's going for it... wow do I admire him. Like......... woah.
I really hope he makes it. I hope he finds his niche. I hope he flourishes. I hope someone falls in love with him. I hope someone falls in love with his art. I hope I'll someday see his book on a shelf in Barnes and Noble.
Lester. You're in my thoughts, man. Burned, etched in there for your courage. It's like a beacon for me. Now.
We passed around his sketchbook and filled it like yearbook. My entry was simple. One of my symbol-swirl-designs, made on the spot for him, followed by "Not all who wander are lost" and a short diatribe about how much he's influenced me, despite the short duration of our aquaintance. I hope it was enough.
Movement. Trying. Change.
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Applied for a job working at a Lush kiosk/island thingie. Had a really good feeling about it when I did it, but now I'm thinking I may not get called back. One of my best friends is working there, but has to leave in two weeks because of a family emergency... She intimated to me that the manager confessed to working around too many women (ie: ALL the employees there) and wants to hire more men if he can help it.
Me = not man.
BUT, I try to always look at the bright side so, considering I have no work experience and all... at least I got to learn to make a resume... and to sell myself... and I got to practice actually going up to a place and applying. Fun fun!
Applied for a job working at a Lush kiosk/island thingie. Had a really good feeling about it when I did it, but now I'm thinking I may not get called back. One of my best friends is working there, but has to leave in two weeks because of a family emergency... She intimated to me that the manager confessed to working around too many women (ie: ALL the employees there) and wants to hire more men if he can help it.
Me = not man.
BUT, I try to always look at the bright side so, considering I have no work experience and all... at least I got to learn to make a resume... and to sell myself... and I got to practice actually going up to a place and applying. Fun fun!
Continuing... and tears from Stupidity.
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I had planned on continuing the application process all over the place, but with a light-hearted air about it.
Now, the light-heartedness is gone. I NEED a job. Why?
Apart from the desire for personal spending money, the experience, and the distraction from my mind... I got a ticket last night. Poo.
Ran a red light at 2:30am, coming home from afore metioned party. Going 10 miles over the limit, the light turned yellow at an inopertune moment and rather than breaking hard I chose to take it. And a cop silently followed me.
Wouldn't be soo bad if I wasn't already dealing with some bitch I got into a very, very minor accident with earlier in the year trying to sue me. *sigh* Greed's an ugly thing...
Whatever... no excuses. My mistake, my problem.
...And such a STUPID one! DAMMIT!
I had planned on continuing the application process all over the place, but with a light-hearted air about it.
Now, the light-heartedness is gone. I NEED a job. Why?
Apart from the desire for personal spending money, the experience, and the distraction from my mind... I got a ticket last night. Poo.
Ran a red light at 2:30am, coming home from afore metioned party. Going 10 miles over the limit, the light turned yellow at an inopertune moment and rather than breaking hard I chose to take it. And a cop silently followed me.
Wouldn't be soo bad if I wasn't already dealing with some bitch I got into a very, very minor accident with earlier in the year trying to sue me. *sigh* Greed's an ugly thing...
Whatever... no excuses. My mistake, my problem.
...And such a STUPID one! DAMMIT!
Sadness and frustration. Worry.
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And now I got a text from Mr.Spain-und-Salvia... I'll call him... fuck it, I'll call him Ruben... One of our good friends is in the hospital on 72 hour watch.
All his friends and I have been watching his life and him-self spiral downward for the better part of a year... and we can't seem to do anything to sway him. And now... jeez.
How do you close he floodgates once the water's pouring in?
He met this girl. BIIIIG scence queen with all this money (trust-fund baby, for sure)... all this drama, and all these drugs. She has a problem. She abuses everything. Coke, zany, oxycotin, valium... anything and everything, death drugs.
She got kicked out of her ritzy studio-loft for having not paid the rent for months (why? she was spending the money on FUCKIN COKE!!!) and now is living with my friend, who lives with his family. The whole house now smells like ciagrettes. They smoke pot inside constantly. Her clothes are EVERYWHERE. There are lines all over the place. And bottles. Every chemical under the sky. The other day, his dad found one of HER bottles in HIS room.
She went to a friend's house yesterday, he hasn't heard from her for a day. He couldn't sleep, he took a zany she left lying around. His dad wanted to talk to him, tried to rouse him... he wouldn't wake up. Dad calls the police.
LUCKILY, said cop knew my friend from DnD, so he DIDN'T arrest him for having drugs lying around with the intention to distribute... just took him to the hospital to be pumped. Now he's under 72 hour watch. He could have gotten locked up for up to 3 years. THREE. YEARS... for this dumb bitch.
When will you wake the fuck up Lazaro? When. the. fuck?
Nothing works. His dad's spoken to him. My boyfriend (his bff since forever). Ruben (other bff). Myself. Dad in combination wih friends. Psycologist. ...Nothing. He's aware. He knows. He just doesn't care. Doesn't want to change. What will it take?
You life's in the toilet... and you're wasting one of the most precious gifts humans have garnered.
Free will. Free choice. TU MENTE!
I'm sad...
And now I got a text from Mr.Spain-und-Salvia... I'll call him... fuck it, I'll call him Ruben... One of our good friends is in the hospital on 72 hour watch.
All his friends and I have been watching his life and him-self spiral downward for the better part of a year... and we can't seem to do anything to sway him. And now... jeez.
How do you close he floodgates once the water's pouring in?
He met this girl. BIIIIG scence queen with all this money (trust-fund baby, for sure)... all this drama, and all these drugs. She has a problem. She abuses everything. Coke, zany, oxycotin, valium... anything and everything, death drugs.
She got kicked out of her ritzy studio-loft for having not paid the rent for months (why? she was spending the money on FUCKIN COKE!!!) and now is living with my friend, who lives with his family. The whole house now smells like ciagrettes. They smoke pot inside constantly. Her clothes are EVERYWHERE. There are lines all over the place. And bottles. Every chemical under the sky. The other day, his dad found one of HER bottles in HIS room.
She went to a friend's house yesterday, he hasn't heard from her for a day. He couldn't sleep, he took a zany she left lying around. His dad wanted to talk to him, tried to rouse him... he wouldn't wake up. Dad calls the police.
LUCKILY, said cop knew my friend from DnD, so he DIDN'T arrest him for having drugs lying around with the intention to distribute... just took him to the hospital to be pumped. Now he's under 72 hour watch. He could have gotten locked up for up to 3 years. THREE. YEARS... for this dumb bitch.
When will you wake the fuck up Lazaro? When. the. fuck?
Nothing works. His dad's spoken to him. My boyfriend (his bff since forever). Ruben (other bff). Myself. Dad in combination wih friends. Psycologist. ...Nothing. He's aware. He knows. He just doesn't care. Doesn't want to change. What will it take?
You life's in the toilet... and you're wasting one of the most precious gifts humans have garnered.
Free will. Free choice. TU MENTE!
I'm sad...
If you were awesome enough to actually READ my blog... then you get pictures. 
I hope you enjoy!
Taken the day I applied to Lush, shortly after...
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New glasses... G for GANGSTER! >XP
Pretty amber necklace I wore to go with...
Hiding behind the cheery color...
Tired, anxious...
I wanted to knaw(sp?) on everything...
Chipmunk Fase! ( my nickname in middle school... *sigh* -_-;; )
And tease... always and forever... lul
It seems I take webcam pics of myself to wind down... heehee
New glasses... G for GANGSTER! >XP
Pretty amber necklace I wore to go with...
Hiding behind the cheery color...
Tired, anxious...
I wanted to knaw(sp?) on everything...
Chipmunk Fase! ( my nickname in middle school... *sigh* -_-;; )
And tease... always and forever... lul
It seems I take webcam pics of myself to wind down... heehee
Speaking of Lush... and AWESOME promotion pic my friend sent to me! Love! 
Be safe. Be smart. 