Record player brown

School. Tons of homework. Awkwardly funny phone call during class, on the classroom phone. I'm taking a couples quiz with Toria. I got them all wrong. Truthfully I know nothing about her except for her favorite flowers and her favorite food and eating facility. Sunflowers and daisy's and Taco Tuesdays at Del Taco. What a great spouse I am. I know more about someone else which is weird because I don't care to remember little things about people.

I want to punch all numbers in the face. My dog still smells like chinese food. I'm going to watch Dexter while doing homework.

Excuse me sir, what time do you have? A quarter past Jason Schwartzman.

Compelled

My first day of class was a bust. Now is the time to say listening to people chant from far away about how awesome and gnarly raves are, is starting to get to me. This is a better excuse to say that I can't stand raves and annoying e-tards even more. I honestly don't care what they do, it just is starting to bother me. It's all they talk about. Even at break, the most unexpected people too. God damn people. Oh well, it's only from 7:45-1:05 Monday through Thursday. It's also joined by at least four hours of homework. It'll keep me preoccupied for four hours..

"Imma computa, stop all the downloadin.."

Ready set

I have never felt this shitty before. Not like depresso shitty, just nauseated every time I turn my head, speak, blink, stand up, drink juice, talk, talk some more. Way to get myself extremely poisoned and then blame it all on mcnuggets and have a life story with it too.

This is why I stopped doing stupid shit. I've never gotten sick before but I found my limit. 13 is my unlucky number. Besides the fact that I feel like sitting in a box and dying, I had a real day yesterday. A day filled with rite-aid ice cream, strawberry poprocks, and french fries. This is going to sound weird but I left lauren on her knees.. You'd get it if you were there obviously. If you were a car passing by you'd probably think she was waiting to give head. Ew. I woke up in a rugby shirt, bathing suit bottom and flannel pants. I was curled up next to miss daisy. My best friends dog. I was given thee gayest ring on earth.

Galactic cosmos

I can never get enough.

Bring into meaning

I have never been so carsick. Yesterday on our way to Santa Monica I think we spent two hours in the car listening to Andrew Bird. I like his music I just did not feel like listening to violins screeching while I was car sick. Then after a while it went away when Jimmy Eat World came on.

I had a really horrible dream yesterday or yesterday night. I was afraid to fall asleep because I felt that if I did, I'd have the same dream. I've never had a dream that was so descriptive and accurate as far as information. There was a girl Cecelia that was trying to talk to me to tell me not to go into my room. The thing that scared me the most was that I was wearing what I wore to bed and in the end I just went back to bed in the same position I woke up in. I must have been sleep walking. I also caught myself sleep talking/ yelling for my mom but I didn't know what for. I wish this would stop happening to me.

Human of the year

I'm going to a show tonight. Funeral this morning. Nothing new. Just these pictures of pictures.

Day one

Day two (there were two other ones)

Day three

Day four

Day five

That's pretty much it. I am filling up page after page after page.

Seven parts

I was gone for a total of five days. What a great five days. I got massively burned thanks to no UV ray protection, I went fishing, dirt biking/ epic fail, watched a shit load of movies, my backyard were the mountains (view) all in all, it was well needed rest. I start summer school next week. Big fucking whoop.

Charlie, Charlie is the name of our new dog. I swear it's like we've had millions of dogs with different names when it's all just really one little puppy we're all being indecisive with. I hate that word soo much. Indecisive, STOP. Okay I'm good, I'm just a little too awake. I was waken up at nine am by a six year old and fell asleep during two hours of Making Fiends this badass cartoon on Nicktoons and Sponge Bob. I slept... through all of it.

Paul Baribeau tomorrow and I'm soo excited.
Down side: another funeral tomorrow morning. Who's Charlie going to stay with, beats me.
Well here we go. Minus Ginger Alford and better.

Dull life

I don't like holidays. I'm unsocial when it comes to family gatherings and unsocial otherwise. I don't mind, I'm just quiet most of it anyways. Where I'm staying is not yet clear, nor are the plans of what I will be doing where ever I am staying but I think they're trying to make it a "surprise". Surprises are alright, as long as it's not a surprise of another person I don't know and is my own age and loves talking about their life to me in a car that we'll be in for a while. I don't think anyone likes that, especially me.

Bye.

From AM to PM

"This morning my asshole mom woke me up at ten and got mad at me for going back to sleep. She asked me why I was so tired and slept till 12. I said because of you. I think she took it the wrong way."

I love my best friend Lauren.

Currently exactly two o'clock and I couldn't be more excited. I also don't have the pup tonight so I feel like I can do whatever. Which is why I'm sleeping in the living room on the couch with my big white comforter watching the L word. I also wish my other best friend was awake so we can iChat. I'm so tired but I can't get myself to shut my eyes and sleep. I literally think I might be and insomniac. I've been drinking a lot of water and now I feel like having starbucks. I miss my other dogs being in the house..

I keep thinking I'm seeing things. I miss. I write stories.

Edit 7:24 pm.

"I didn't know it snows on the beach?"
I hate predictable movies. I also don't like children cartoons lately. They're horrible and nothing like Ren & Stimpy and Kablam. Broccoli smells like fart when being cooked. Seinfeld is not that funny. My sister is in love with it and since I was little, I've never cared for it. Write write write write. I've also found out what my favorite movie is and the only movie that I can watch and not get tired. Little Miss Sunshine. I just love the way the colors reflect, the scene angles, and the music. I'm going to go watch it.

Gelato aficionado

I am so dead. Second time since last summer that I was up and operating for 22 hours. Now I'm pretty rested but also pretty sure I'll be awake tonight. Ali and I decided on a name for Quinn. I said Quinn, she said Oliver or Olive. So I established Lord Oliver Quinn. It suits him. Or Mr. Quimby, the hot guy from Pride & Prejudice.

Yesterday I got burnt from standing in the sun, didn't sell that many fireworks. Well the people did, I didn't do shit. Then later we went to see Up. I think I got a kick out of the short in the beginning than the whole movie although I was laughing like a little kid the whole time. It was good. Before that she bought me starbucks and the two black guys were saying how gross the drink I ordered was. Iced Green Tea Late. It's not that gross, I think it's delicious.

Todaaay, I might get to see my baist fran I've been religiously talking to on the phone for the past week. I still need to shower and make my room up and clean Oliver's face from puppy food. He's really into throwing things off of high places. Then jumping off that high place.

My sister finally got a charger for the Mac so I'm on it. I'm very much used to the soft keys on the keyboard, not the giant ones on the PC. Pain in my ass just to type my email. This'll be a great day. Also because I found my magic straw from disneyland in my sisters room!!

Cumilative

I just called to wish my grandpa a happy birthday, when I was saying bye he said "peace out". My five year old cousin taught him that and in exchange, my grandpa teaches him odd words in spanish.

I don't see why people feel the need to get in trouble if they know what they're doing is bad? To me now, it's kind of like alright I get it, bamf over here. I get made fun of for being responsible or in there terms a pussy. Hahah, jerks. It doesn't matter to me anymore. Today I'm going to work at some firework stand in La habra or La mirada? I don't know, but it's going to be hot.

I found my gameboy. I'm lame for playing this all day but I really have nothing else to do. I have literally been at home, on the couch, watching the L word or It's always sunny in philidelphia or arrested development oooor the office. All such good shows. Oh, watching television and playing sims on my gameboy. I feel 12 years old again.

I'm going to walk to Stater Brothers for an application. I'm actually going to do it because my mom is going to be home from now on so she is pushing me and yelling I need to get off my ass. Sweet.

You can tell it's old because 1.) people don't play these as much anymore 2.) It has hello kitty and sushi stickers on it & 3.) 16 year olds don't play gameboys..

Firework stand

I am supposed to man a stand tomorrow. I'm not that excited. I am going to get paid but jess is a jerk so I have no idea how much. Gaby literally came to my house at 9:00 am this morning. I fell back asleep at eight because of the dog and him not sleeping and him falling off my four story bed. No one think my bed is comfortable. Well it is but I think it's not a comfortable height. It's comfortable sleeping wise. Anyways. We stayed at my house, she brought donuts, I paniced because we didn't have any milk so in a fit of rage, I put pants on and we walked to the liquor store.

For the first in a while, I feel okay. I'm not happy and I'm not sad. I just feel normal. Well I'm going to have a long week and weekend and long week after that so I'm embracing what I can.

I love my Moleskine book. Gaby said that I am "almost everything on What White People like" or something like that. It's some blog.

I'm actually in a good mood. I'm not happy I'm not sad. I'm good. I do miss my friends though. And I do miss school.

Gabe and I watched this really great video of Kate Nash covering "Hollaback Girl" on acoustic. Kate Nash, Cocorosie and Iron and Wine. I'm always in the mood for Iron and Wine.

Do you love your life?
gaby: That's like asking do you love dogs?
cris: no.
gaby: really?
cris: i love dogs, not life.
(My day)

Mindsweep

I am alive
I am clean
I am mid-hippiness
I am made down
I am let up
I am entertained
I am free of sleep
I am inventive
I am peaceful
I am all but alright.

I don't know what all that just was. I wish Ali left the Regina Spektor album at home and not in her car when she left for work. I miss the mac book. I miss ichat. I am a complainer. My lungs hurt.

I have made up my mind. Do I want to? I'm good, all's normal. Pretending to be alright is a specialty. Quinn is learning how to bark, so he takes out his voice on me while wrestling with a pillow four times larger than him.

"A memory of yesterday’s pleasures, a fear of tomorrow’s dangers, a straw under my knee, a noise in mine ear, a light in mine eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a Chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayer. So certain is there nothing in spiritual things, perfect in this world."

Boot straps

I was looking for my purple jacket that I have worn several times after Red & Gold (which was in february) I reached in my pocket and there was a Red & Gold ticket ballet. Thank you for taking me down memory lane stupid jacket. It was fun while it lasted I guess. I think I liked skipping shop the most and just getting boba and sitting on top of a parking structure. Oh those times.

I got out of bed (couch) at 1:13 pm. Which means I have been going to sleep at 4:00 am. I'm done sharring my sleeping schedule and I'm accepting I am half bear. I did fall asleep watching Man vs. Wild. My hero right there. I would not mind marring him. I'd want my husband out eating carrots from bear poop in the middle of the forest, that's hot. I really do like Bear Grylls.

We're still deciding a name for Quinn. My second option was Elliott after Elliott Smith. Milo was named after me just liking the name. Joey: Joey from friends. Ottie: came with the name but I still liked it because it was the name of Paul Baribeau's dog in his song Broken Hearted Boys.

Is there such thing as over showering? My iPod has kept me company. I'm now a full time mother. My dog thinks my dad is his mother because of his beard. (not me mother, his dog mother. I wish I had a beard. Lol) Woo Silversun Pickups allll daay.

This is what's been keeping me occupied. Not all of it is glued down.

Bullet proof

I went to knotts yesterday for my seesters birthday and I got over all my fears. Pretty much mastered most of the rides I was too afraid to get on a long time ago.

Last night, or this morning, I fell asleep at 5:30 am waiting for Fight Club to start on Fuse but the television lied to me and they were really just going to show Michael Jackson music video's. I don't know wtf to do with this dog but he keeps me occupied from things. I'm good. Sorting things out, I just found out a couple days ago I am going away for a week and it's not even for vacation, parents are paranoid about me. I'm envying my sister, she gets to see Explosions in the Sky tonight.

I bought honey sticks from a candy store yesterday but toria took the ones I actually purchased myself. Right now I'm eating the ones my sister bought me as a suprise. Aw aww.. Anyways.

I be writin in my Moleskine book.
I need to find a clinic where they give puppies free shots.

"I think I was a Centar in my past life.."

Skinuska

I went to disneyland today, again. This time for my sisters birthday which is tomorrow. Tomorrow is Knott's farm of berries. I also entered club 33 in disneyland. I feel important. I got two match boxes, a light up tinker thing, and a but load of complimentry chocolates. Oh and smart water and I finally got a Mint Julip. I can't type much because I'm talking to someone more important than god. gay.

I got my classes. I hope my religion teacher doesn't hate me this year like my last one did. She didn't like me because I'd question if the bible is even true and she called me an athiest several times. Also refused to answer my questions.

lame lame lame. I have nothing to do. I'm going to go write a book.

Safety bricks

Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing.

I got a puppy and I named him Quinn.
I also got a Moleskine notebook.
What a day, tomorrow I get a mint julip!

Brownbrownbrown

I got bracelet tans.
I'm preparing to do a painting but I still need newspaper and I do not feel like walking to CVS just for newsprint. I'll wait till my asshole neighbor gets hers and take it even though it's illegal to do that.

Still here, nothing at all. I should probably not post until something good happens. I did however draw a picture of what I want to do with my brain. It's upsetting me more and more. There's no way around things, even if you're in control. This shouldn't be the center of everything I've been writing about, I'll tryy.

I used to have this really really cool keychain and it was my most prized possession next to Slimey the ceramic garden worm from Worms in Space. This keychain I got for like 60 tickets at Shakey's when I was little and lost it about three years ago. It was the coolest brain in a jar I kept on my packpack.

P.s. I saw the back to the future car today at the movies. My sister and I giggled when the guy pushed a button and his door opened automatically.

Moleskinerie

I really, really, really want one of these. I believe it'll make me happier and help me let go of some things that are festering in my head. I think I'll buy one today. I feel good about this.

Sureal living

I'm starting to get tired of waking up to an empty house, but then I get tired when waking up to a full house. Empty house: music really loud, do literally anything, I don't have to wait for the shower. Full house: loud, asking how I slept (shity, what do you think), and last but not least them making me to clean. It's fine though, I clean a lot on my own anyways.

I have become infatuated with The Kills and still the Yeah Yeah Yeahs new album. I just might watch Mel Brooks movies all day. Young Frankenstein is by far my second favorite. Dracula Dead and Loving it is my first. Has been since I was really really young. I've also been looking at old polaroids my parents used to take of my sister and I. I look like an immigrant :( I miss my long thin hair.

I've noticed that blogging is just writing down what you want, are going to do, are planning on doing, did, think you should do, don't know if you should do anything about. Seriously, but it's nice to have and update every day. Not like I have more important things to be doing anyways. Btw, I'm turning in a second job application today. BAM, productive-ness right there.

Today's music playlist consists of:
The Kills
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Feist
Waaves
Lykke Li
Mirah
The Distillers
Rancid