Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in almitraa's LiveJournal:

Monday, February 20th, 2006
3:48 am	updating regularly since a year! whoa, I haven't written in a while. I'm embracing my geeky side. Especially in the last few months, where I stay in and download obscure movies. In other news...Well, there's lot of it since I haven't written in a year, almost too much. I was never sure what to put online. I feel rather shy about putting my writing...and if you are writing major is that more pressure to write in a LJ? I know people are all artsy about this stuff, but I decided to be clean about it. An enlightening moment of what LJs were for occured the other day. I was sitting in the computer lab talking to my friend/advisor about his "sweety." Ammusingly, her Name is Joy...its a bit too much. The first time I found out he turned to me with this really intense look of dispair and stared into my eyes asking "Do you know JOy." Well, that was too much...A. I thought he was about to confess an urge to die. It just seemed that way, but in front of all his employees in the computer lab! I was soldering something at the time. I think I melted through the computer mouse I was disecting, I was in a panic. I didn't hardly know him how was I suppose to give him council on how to find Joy. Hell, I don't even know myself. B. I was coincidentally starring at my handiwork 10 mins. before wondering If I knew joy. I was in a shit mood, my computer (with ALL my work) was stolen, my boyfriend of a year and I broke up on my birthday, and there had been a death in my family within two weeks. Needless to say, i was pretty numb at that point. Therefore it made his question all the more plausable. Really! Anyway, that's all another topic completely. So, back to Edrex and Joy. Apparently they knew each other in opposite high-school debate teams, than ran into each other their first day at our college. They have been dating ever since, all through out their undergrad and grad at our school. I guess it gives me a little faith...I've gotten pretty sarcastic, and cynical (I'd prefer to think of it as developing wry humor). The priest at my church once told me that sarcasm was a venial sin. I think I made a statement in front of the congregation about that during a retreat I was forced to attend and had a little following of other rebelous catholics who would skip confession to learn "Bad Touch" by the BloodHOund gang in sign language..but that's beside the point. So, Edrex and Joy help elleviate my sense of ill-humor. The reason they came up is that during that talk about their relationship I told Edrex about this drinking game my friend and I play. It involves watching excerpts from the Five hour version of BBC "Pride and Prejudice" than taking swigs when evidence of social mobility occurs, or rigid British inuendo. Either way, you get smashed really quickly. EDrex's first response to this was that this is the kind of thing that should go in a Blog or Journal. If he had a journal this kind of thing would be perfect for it. This journal exists in honor of the "Pride and Prejudice" drinking game. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Bannana Co. RAdioHead (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 19th, 2005
7:07 pm	mini me fondles Peter Bradey Yes, it is possible, it did happen! I saw it with my very eyes. THE APOCOLYPSE IS HERE!!!! strangely, i'm kinda content with that I'm not too concerned There he was all drunk and caressing the face of Peter Bradey (who had to carry him to bed and stop him from peeing in the foyer) when mini me kisses the ass of China Doll in front of Da Brat while a member of the band Go Gos skinni dips behind them, you know that there is something damn special... If you don't believe me just watch the first episdode of the Surreal Life.. they actually open a day care...I thought about how absurd this was...and I had a sudden vision of Ho Cogen? HOe Cogan? (the wrestler) in a nanny costume...then I realized that happened too.. ahhhh....beauty. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 13th, 2005
3:16 am	La ciudad de dios Home again. strange how the faces of the people I love the most, are the ones I can't recall. Mere acquaintances are photographic when I recall them. Friends are blurry, like through tinted glass. Close friends are non descript negatives, but the people I love....really love....are nothing but a burst of uncalm energy...I don't know how to describe it...its moving somehow, and oh so bright...like when you take a photograph eclipsed by glare and there is nothing but the outline to invest in. Perhaps, it is their essence (shapeless, formless, and immaculate) that really reveals itself. Perhaps, this is how love reveals itself. This phenomenon includes, but is not limited to, romantic love. Funny how I scrounge around my memory for some nondescript tatter to hold to. I haven't heard from j- in a few weeks. I haven't worried about his safety until recently. I know its just that in the Panamanian jungle there aren't many accessible internet-providing computers. I'm sure that's all it is really....but still, there is an unsettling knot somewhere that hovers within (kind of like that gray ball in "SULA") It's no big deal really? Just that it's unexpected force overwhelms. "Yes, yes this is what I wanted, what I always wanted...to return..to the body...where I was born" -Ginsberg. yes, yes, in somew ays this is what I crave..a life without a knot would be a desolate one indeed. It's just that I never thought the urge to cry would be so immediate when I read the last lines of his last email for the fourth time. "I will bring you here someday." This is a tatter a dream, no a possibility I must hold too. These are the things I carry when I can no longer remember what it is too recall a face. Current Mood: indescribable Current Music: U.N.K.L.E. "Inside" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 9th, 2005
8:17 pm	David back from Mexico/..there is much too add, but now I'm too tired...sleeping with three strangers causes some effects among them is...A. (you get friendly) really friendly. B. You are always woken up by someone's arm smacking your face. This constant smacking does nothing to assist the quality of a good night's rest. (believe me, none of this was quite so sketch as it sounds). I'll fill in the last couple of days later...first...I woke at two to a gift of plaid golf pants and a popped collar blue alligator shirt. Apparently Adam and Dave thought it would be amusing to bring me to the driving range. ...backup a few steps...orginally we were suppose to "pimp out" dave's tree house. On the way to the Dessert Museum..(a whole separate adventure) we encountered a 99% thrift store. Dave was excited because he had never been there. He knows all the thrift stores in Tucson intimately. So we parked the car and headed in. Outside the store there was a real mexican style barbecue going on right in the middle of the parking lot. It was a random tent blasting salsa music and chili cooking affair. We stopped to talk to some of the guys in Spanish. Apparently they had just bought a few food staples inside and decided to have a cookout right there in the parking lot. After a little boy named "ulysses" downed a few tequilas with us we were ready for some thrift shopping. Our purchases commenced with a metallic urn covered in sparsely strewn plastic neon roses. When a bouquet tries too hard to be a bouquet, you know your'e really in the heart of discount shopping. What made the bouquet palpable (if that fits) was the neon glowing dolphin that sings "maria maria" by Carlos Santa right at the center of the arrangement. By far an exciting purchase. In the far corner of the store a whole garden of Doo-rags blossomed. I have never seen so many assorted doo-rags.. there were the conventional money doo-rags, plus tweety doo-rags, slyvester doo-rags, pink doo-rags, teel doo-rags. Every kind of doo-rag you could possibly desire. We grabbed a couple dozen of those for tree-house curtains. By the end of our extravaganza we had a quarter mile of bungee cord, three polyester bathing caps featuring the last supper and lady of guadalupe (I kid you not), A virgin mary beach towel, two rolls of teddy bear stickers, a box of styrofoam fruit for .99 marked down from 10%, and two thongs (one of which had a 2inch leather belt and buckle along the top. Totally unnecessary!) I have no idea how david is planning to "use" these items..but we'll just have to see. This promises to be one souped up tree house. So anyway... the country club.... the first thing to know is that David's family is decently well off. So, this countryclub beat anything I have ever seen or could have fathomed. I briefly contemplated wearing my new pleather suit (a two dollar purchase that is reminscent of Hali Berry in CAt Women), but clearly this was not the venue. so, I was given the tweed hat, plaid pants, and blue shirt mentioned above. Seeing that I have never hit a golf ball in my life, I went primarily to humor david. The first thing I noticed was how everyone was so white and old...also, silent. They were ESPECIALly silent when we drove up in david's car-resplendent in its "recall bush" racing stripes and several layers of mud/residue from weed. Awkward, doesn't even come close. Anyway, so there was some kind of members tournament. We hit the driving range. David attempted to teach me, and I hit a few balls ok..mostly I just enjoyed watching people...they took it soo seriously...special gloves and shoes...and bags with various stuffed animals---dogs mostly,some lions, a few black bears. I thought these were puppets, but I guess they protect the clubs..I kind of liked the idea of a bunch of farty old men wheeling puppets around...but, obviously these people were totally unable to see the absurdity. We had a brief encounter with the man david calls "the fascist" who said something about our cleats not being legal sized for the putting green.. but he apparently just likes to dick around. Over all I noticed that people had such a stepfford wive, passive way of being assholes that may be mistaken as politeness, but is definitely malicious. the highlights of the inside were a hall of the "presidents photographs" that featured all these stoogie looking men with grunts and somewhat sardonic smiles...it was really creepy... I have never seen so many old men look so creepy..there was also a grill there, but it was men only...the women congregated in a separate room playing bridge. it was certainly another world...though useful for me to see, It made me totally awkward...IN retrospect...I hated it....I'm too tired to write about further adventures...so for now..I'm going to sleep and read a very very bad romance novel about a time traveling chemist who falls in love with a bard in 15th century scottland...cathy that's for you. Current Mood: tired (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 4th, 2005
7:47 pm	tequila...puntos here...its vaguely holy. something..in the morning I roll outof bed into tequila and then the beach...beautiful it spreads for miles.... along the coast I´ve found rings of shells...I´m trying tofigure out the geography of the land. How it was formed. I study the rocks....shells, glass, trash all smoothes into formations so unlike anythig...minature stairways, bones, a couple of forms like fossilized fingers. crazy...so crazy..everyone took acid and hung out int he hottub ordering pizza and strawberry daquiri´s till noon...passing up the something important, slightly sad..that they´ve been wanting to discuss. I think of Johnny. I am so blessed. I am glad I´m not part of the crazy sexual sadness that seems to seep somewhere here between each interaction.. later, we are going out with one of the men who guards the ¨resort¨his name is Erin. I want to talk with him but I realize that my spanish is less than desirable..every syllable feels like a steel trap... A man behind me is coghing at my loud typing...I smile sweet and guileless he nudges his eyebrows down...i laugh to myself...the keyboards here are clanky hardly substantial...i´ve got a bit of tequila in me...is it true what adam says about writing with elipses..its´slike a cop out? now I can´t stop using them..they are in my thoughts watering everything...in my thoughts like you...there is something to say about how the dessert makes one long...I won´t say I miss you, because it is soo damning...rather say...you are present with me here like no where else... and panama! think of it pelicans and osprey...a whole vast coast... I wouldmeet you.if I could..I would meet you. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 3rd, 2005
12:05 pm	mexico! The key board is a little awkward and the mosemoves when ever <i try to use it, but here none theless..the trip down was hellish, <i was convinced David would get arrested, but somehow we made it withall the stuff he had in his car. <i guess he put it in a shampoo bottle. Watching them try to extract it later, was completely absurd. its a beautiful place here...to say the least an American oasis in the middle of point peñasco...its sad too...somehow...the grandiose richness ofthe place. the villegers working here, the white 40 year olds all catered too playing tenis. <i can´t wait to get out ad explorethe ´¨real<´town.. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 25th, 2004
12:00 am	kitch My life was made today... While doing research on the "paint by number" phenomenon I came across the most ammazing paint by number template of a flaming squirrel running past a pair of men's dress shoes. Something must be right in the cosmos. Perhaps, we aren't so alone afterall. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 20th, 2004
6:02 pm	earl It begins... Cathy went back to Grinnel and left Earl behind. Earl is a 7ft plush striped bass with a horrible underbite. Homeless and despondent he now rides in the passanger seat of my jimmy. I've been driving a lot lately up to Bernard's ect. Sometimes the road gets lonely, its nice to have company. Our bass obsession first began when we were in junior high. We both had these matching fourteen inch rubber basses stuffed with foam named "Basstard" and "Basking" we took them to zoos and threw them at pedestrians from balconies. There was also a certain BArbie tied to a cord called "Bungee Barbie" but that's irrelevant. Every Friday people from all over seekonk go to Torts to play this trivia game. It's a bunch of questions and you get this little numbered box for ringing in. I usuallly play under the name LEGION OF DOOM. Doom makes me happy, maybe that's twisted... I don't know. Or, maybe its because jon is there. JOn is in a death/black metal band named SORCERY. Our friendship has fostered Doom as a center for hilarity. He has been known to blow up cars and small dogs with his mind (with some great sound effects). He use to do this great imprestion of a monkey being ejected from the anus of Bob Newhart. Now he goes to RIC and I don't see him much. I miss him. Tonight I'm going to Josh's for some bad bollywood and a homecooked meal. I'm not sure what the evening will bring. (Comment on this)