back to belle epoque

The feeling of freedom and wandering around new places.
I miss that.

graveyard connected to the beach

iao valley

where the strange purple crabs thrive

sunsets

ocean breathes salty
-modest mouse.

Bask in the soft glow of it.
whee!

" we'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now"

from a while back...today was kind of nice.

I went to the science library to work on homework, but it was so crowded.
The 5th floor was crowded.
The 3rd floor was even more crowded.
So I settled for the first floor.
There was this nice little secluded desk by a huge window,
so I sat there and worked on math, then chemistry, then read Return of the Native.
But 4 hours later, it started to rain so i thought
"Oh no! Nibbler's still outside"
So i rushed back to my car,
only to realize I kind of wanted Cha,
so I ran in there and got a drink,
then I realized we needed groceries,
so I ran into Trader Joe's and got some.
I write too much useless-ness.
but orangutan might enjoy reading this.

ellen's quote written randomly somewhere in society

hazy sunday mornings

In last night's dream,
I was riding a very tall horse in a strange exotic town,
when Paul Revere gallops by.
So hi say, " Hi, Paul Revere!"

Now that I think about it,
it reminds me of the time Randy Jackson
(from American Idol)walks by at LAX,
so i said, "Hi Randy!"

well, I'm off to the library to do homework..

I had an entire dream about garlic bread and licorice in chemistry.

Last night, Ellen and I met at the Bluffs and had ourselves some nice pasta at pastabravo.
Then I went home, made her an ice cream cone, and went to her house.
Becoming Jane was a sad movie.
Why would Jane do such a thing.
Sometimes, it's silly to be too unselfish...

Then around 11, I walked home in complete darkness,
only to realize I didn't have my key,
so I went back to her house and we watched Gilmore Girls.

I found a flower dress in my mom's closet.
It's my "homework out-fit"

the pearl is bocked.

in euro, we watched a video about Stalin.
it showed footage of little Russian children giving Stalin flowers
and hidden in the huge crowd was
General Mao, sitting behind him,
happily smiling and enjoying the little communist ceremony.
I looked at his face
and felt a bit weird
because just a few summers ago,
I saw his dead body in a glass case!

"why did the orange lose his job?"
-because he couldn't concentrate!
...

more shadowplay

UOspring!

peelows

sunny sunday afternoons

it wanted to be photographed.

This hill with these flowers is now covered in houses under construction.
No more frolicking around the grasses,
chewing mustard weed,
building rock domes,
and finding odd treasures.

This is just an excuse not to work on math. And besides, it would be wrong to neglect my blog.

Sadly, I have been sucked into the black hole called Procrastination.
I tried to read Euro for hours today.
And I didn't get very far.
Then I didn't do anything else.

Last night, I decided not to walk the 18 seconds to Ellen's house to drop off her chemistry papers and her big ol' Spanish book. Plus it was raining and dark and probably infested with murderers, so I drove the 3.5 minutes.

Poor Ellen, sick with a stuffy nose, ear ache, and stomach ache. But we had lots of fun nonetheless. After playing Taboo for 3 minutes,
I said "I'm bored".
And she said " go find something fun to do then.. "
So I wandered around the living room, digging through drawers, and inspecting its contents and looking through table clothes.
I wrapped a throw around me and curled up on the sofa while Ellen began her excessive nose blowing, while we both watched her brother play his football video game. I tried to understand what was going on, and why he thought it was so fun that he could play it for hours.
All he did was make the little football..man run across the field and if he was successful, a crowd cheering noise would play. This went on for hours.

Then Ellen showed me all her herbal medicines and I sampled them all.
Apparently, this herbal liquid(echinacea) made from a plant that is supposed to boost your immune system like nothing else. She said it tasted so horrid that she had to drink cups of water and eat lots of food to get the taste out of her mouth.

But i thought it was delicious and had a minty after taste!

Then at 10:43 I decided to go home.
On the drive back, the wind was blowing and this black fence was flapping around like crazy, making all these hobo/ghost shaped folds. I got really terrified and imagined a whole scenario where zombies began to chase my car and they crawled all over and I had to run them all over.
It was like dawn of the dead. Except worse because it'd be happening to me.

I miss being crazy and out of control.

Ellen gave me a box of pastels.

Late last night, I had an impulse to use them.
The first image that popped up in my mind was
"Griet", Vermeer's "Girl with a Pearl Earring"


after I was finished and saw my reflection in the mirror...
I looked like a chimney sweeper

Exploring is alot of fun.

Today was full of it at the LACMA(Los Angeles County Museum of Art),
La Brea Tar Pits, and China town.

beautiful things that have been found and stuck inside glass cases.
Which is disappointing but I guess that way, people can look and appreciate them:

there was a bed inside her dress

an old man shot me strange looks

huge wall of wolf skulls

I like those dreamy hazy days where everything is mellow and the air smells sweet.
I also like it when beverage stores have a can of straws of assorted colors.

wonders of gills

silent navigation

dawn

we'll all float on ok

This is tragic. My camera is broken. Now what am I going to do.

Just because you are starving and happen to see a beautiful mushroom growing out of a rotting log..
It doesn’t mean that you should eat it.

“Fear less,
hope more;
Eat less,
chew more;
Whine less,
breathe more;
Talk less,
say more;
Love more,
and all good things will be yours”

beverages taste better when you've made the mug yourself
write a letter to someone

T.G.I.F

If someone trapped all the mysteries that have ever existed into a glass jar, I want to find the jar and open it. But if I ever find it, I think I will just place it on my bookshelf and look at it and think about it and never actually open it.

1) Anger inspires me to make "soup"

(which is just boiling everything and anything I can find in the kitchen) The stirring part is relaxing and the black smoke which usually results resembles the "negative" spirits floating away.

2)Once, I tried on someone's retainer(with her permission of course...). Due to the curiosity to see if it would fit or not. It didn't.

3)After cutting open fruit, I sometimes touch the inside and think about how no human being in history has ever touched this orange(or apple/pear/etc)

4) I don't kill bugs/spiders/ants.
But it's time consuming to trap them in jars and release them back to where the wild things are.

5) I once shoplifted a mango.

it's like swimming in black ink with a nice view.