Sam!'s Journal

11:13pm: hayyy internet
i haven't used livejournal at all since like. may.
SO SINCE THEN:
my summer has been pretty good, despite the major lack of big parties. Been to a few shows... most recently Daft Punk/Kavinsky/Sebastian/Ratatat. WHICH WAS AMAZING. Also Electric Daisy Carnival was great. Album Leaf and Under Byen were bomb. Also, my first kiss both woman and man. (I know, I know. But LA gays suck and nobody in highschool is out). took a painting class at UCLA. boring.
I did, however, go to a party where Lindsay Lohan and Adam Brody showed up and put mad drugs out (but I was too drunk to remember this explicitly.)

WHAT IS NEW IN YOUR LIFE and also recommend some some good new/newish albums

3:59pm: i was going to write about coachella and everything etc etc but i realized that i have no interest in writing in this anymore. i'm kind of bored by the internet.

assume i'm still alive, though.

6:20pm: friday i had a curfew!!! on 420. for being 10 minutes late on wednesday night. 10 minutes.

saturday i went with emma and alice to yael's birthday party on the beach.
deckland and i rolled a king-size and became compeltely incapable of any form of normal conversation for about 15-30 minutes.
ate inordinate amount of cake

i hate school so much
i want to drop out

i can't wait for coachella.

11:02pm: random shit

my (old ass) trip to new york/boston was interesting but also uninteresting. i met up with several friends. i was impressed by smfa. blahblahblah

my dad got me a new car and i am forever grateful

I had just turned on the music in my car and at that moment the dean walked by as the MC yelled "GANJA MAN PUT UP YO SPLIFF." (I don't give a fuck, shit's just funny)

the klaxons are playing this weekend but it's 18+. however i'll see them at coachella

i am thoroughly unsatisfied with pretty much everything. hopefully coachella will change this

i am also seeing ladytron at lovefest memorial day weekend.

i wish i was doing something special and amazing for 420. hopefully something amazing and will happen spontaneously

EDIT I also forgot to mention that some friends of mine and I saved some girl from being accosted by her boyfriend at some douchebag loyola party a few blocks from my house.

8:03pm: today in my figure drawing class i was talking about the hiroshima memorial museum.
and chie said "what's that?"
"hiroshima?"
"yeah what is it"
"chie... i don't... read a book chie. do you read chie? do you read?"
"is it those like cup of noodles? oh no that's ramen noodles"
"..."
"is it that art thing?"
"the NUCLEAR BOMB WE DROPPED ON MILLIONS OF PEOPLE?"
"OH THAT HIROSHIMIA"

yes, she said hee-roe-shee-mee-uh.

god bless her
god bless her.

madison also once convinced her to put crackers in her cdrom drive and to put oil on her hard-drive to make her computer go faster

her computer was in the shop by next week.

7:58pm: a quick update of my life
st patrick's day: went to some parties. they were... entertaining. st patrick's day is bombbbb.

last friday: dylan's going away party. lot of people at dylan's house, then lot of people at danee's house. lot of people at dylan's house again. slept at dylan's house.

last saturday: went to paid dues with marcella. was unfortunately out of weed. sage francis is terribly overrated and i honestly don't know why people like him. blackalicious is, however, bomb as fuck.

last sunday: uhhh, kicked it with my brother and tom. parents lectured me about acting too old/going out too much. kicked it at jasper's house. kicked it at molly's house with many people. then kicked it at madison's house.

where it gets interesting: on the way back to my house, i uh, fell asleep at the wheel, hit 3 parked cars.
things i am grateful for:
-I am unharmed save for a small wound on the inside of my wrist probably caused by the explosion of the airbag inflating. (the airbag hurts your face btw. but it's better than windshield.)
- the people whose cars i hit were very, very nice and forgiving. the first thing they said was "are you okay?"
things i am not grateful for:
- my car may be totalled. the other cars had pretty minimal damage. the right side of my bumnper was destroyed and the wheel was like, somehow completely torn off. insurance hasn't said whether it's totalled.
- I CRASHED MY FUCKING CAR. MY FUCKING CAR. this a) completely violates my parents trust and b) nearly ruins my social life. I don't live pick-me-up-drop-me-off distance from 90% of my friends.

good news: i am currently in New York City (it is better than los angeles for sure.)
buying shittons of clothes. eating shittons of food. going to shittons of colleges. Hopefully seeing shittons of friends.
2 NYC moments for you: we were nearly poached by "limo drivers" who offered to take us to our hotel from JFK for the "79 dollas, same price taxi, limo" but then we were like nahhhh and got into a taxi. 45 DOLLAS. LIARZ
we were looking at shoes and an old woman threw a shoe down on the floor, attempted to jam her foot into it, and then started speaking to my mother and me in an undetermined language and then looked at us like why are you not understanding what i'm saying to you?

hopefully i will have many more adventures. if you live near here and you have my number PLEASE CALL ME or i will die.

also i will be in boston next thursday through next saturday.

6:48pm: i love it when we don't have school.

Thursday-- I don't remember a lot of this night. hahaha. Like, i remember stuff that happened but it was such a long night that lots of it got lost. anyway so after school we hot boxed dylan's sauna. and by we, i mean me and like, 14 other people? so cramped. so cloudy. I don't really feel the need to write "WE SMOKED LOTS OF WEED" in like, every entry, but this was of note. After a while it was like, okay, time to step out, cause there is a lack of oxygen up in this bitch.
So after a while at Dylan's house we went to Danee's house. kick back, whatever, nothing of note happened. then a shitton of us went over to the theater to see the midnight showing of 300 on the imax!!!
as soon as that shit popped up it was like BOOM. screen is so big. we were all just like dammmmnn.
I kind of dozed off during 90% of the talkings parts, which was fine, because whenever the fighting parts popped up, homie started yelling SPARTANSSSSS and shit, and that woke me up and i'd watch the slo-mo fighting, the slo-mo stabbing, the slo-mo screaming, the slo-mo coins dropping. it was cheesy, but for what it was, it was bomb. Shit was beautiful though. And she stabbed that motherfucker! so tight.

The whole Persian thing was a little much though. Apparently Xerxes was a cannibal-esque 8 foot tall glam-rocker who wanted Leonidas to toss his salad. Who knew! Like, can you please try a littttllllee harder to not seem racist, even if you aren't. you know, just a little.

afterwards we went back to dylan's for a while. I got home at like 5-- drving on sunset really late/early in the morining is amazing. LA traffic is so ridiculous. It should not take me 30-45 minutes to drive 5 miles.

Saturday-- I had the advantage of seeing DO MAKE SAY THINK. oh my god, amazing. Parking around the troubadour is insanely ridiculous. we only saw the last two songs of the opening band, but whatev, cause Do Make Say Think was sooo good. The band exchanged instruments throughout the show, and everyone played like 5 different instruments. It was amazing-- all the instruments stood out. horns and trumpets and violins and shit. bitch was playing the harmonium! props for that shit.

Hopefully I will be seeing many more amazing bands (apart from coachella, which will be moreso amazing) this coming spring/summer.

4:31pm: the weekend before last was relatively unexciting. basically the exciting/funny point was when i went to see an art opening that my friend had a piece in, and like, a mutual friend was there.
"___ is going home early because she's feeling sick. But really she did too much heroin."
1, so that is why she went to the bathroom, 2, what put her in her bad mood was that she forgot her heroin at home and 3, according to reports her heroin isn't even all that.

this last weekend some stuff happened that does not need to be mentioned. kicked it with some buddies friday, and then on saturday.

haha but evelyn and i went to billy's party ("we're getting a keg!! come!!") and when we got there we realized it was more like his mom's party. honestly it was ok though. Inebriated people in their late 20's through early 40's are entirely hilarious. It turned out the party was for a teacher at my school (!!! good thing she is chill) but she never showed.
at one point evelyn and i were sitting on the steps and some guy straight up stepped on her!!! he was just like "oh sorry." we proceeded to talk shit about him for the next half hour while he was standing roughly 20 feet away.

other interesting things
a friend of a friend did some pcp and went to the arcade. well you know the game where you test your strength with the mallet? well he played that game... but with his fist. and he kept mashing his fist into the thing. there was blood everywhere.

another friend of a friend was ghost-riding and somehow fell down and was in a coma for several days and now has brain damage. wack!!! i really hope he was on the roof and he didn't just trip and bite it while he was by the side of the car. cause that would just be embarassing.
but what if that happened though? "omg how did your son/brother get brain damage?" "ghost riding the whip!!!"

6:54pm: thursday - went to the club with yael, emma and julia. this is why i do not get to the club early. shit needs to be poppin when i get in there. but it did get poppin, of course.
After dancing with enough people, i have realized that like, 90% of gay men wear armani cologne.
That shit don't smell good. Stop it. Stop that shit. say no to gio.

There was a fight in the middle of the floor and I would expect some bitch fighting between members of the family, but these faggots were PUNCHIN EACHOTHER OUT! that shit was good. After the fight got broken up I was like ANYWAY and everybody started dancing again.

friday was becca's party. nothing eventful happened cept i picked up some digits.

saturday - it was a really nice day so i decided to join my brother at the beach with mo, payne, madison and alex. (nice) beaches are awesome and i need to go more often. Not everywhere has nice weather. I need to appreciate this shit more often.
after the beach evelyn, linda, edgar, ana and i went to chipotle and linda bought me a burrito!! so good. then we went to ben's house and from there to diddy reese and the arcade.
sunday i sat on my ass and monday i went to marcella's house.

OH BY THE WAY. I tried that lemon juice/cayenne pepper/maple syrup drink cleanse thing where you do not eat and only drink that nasty shit. I lasted a day and a half and then I was like wow, the amount of energy i have is ZERO!!! and i grubbed a lil.

4:13pm: my weekend was generally uneventful

i suppose i can't have ridiculousness every weekend

even if i strive to


ANYWAY. The freshman at my school who smokes crack (may have mentioned him before) and claims to shoot coke/sell heroin/have busted a nut after shooting up ecstasy had a heart attack!!!

PEOPLE THIS IS WHY YOU DO NOT SMOKE CRACK.

he is fourteen years old and he already had a fucking heart attack.

some other dumbass freshman asked what the difference between crack and weed was a while ago. I think besides the obvious THIS IS THE MAIN DIFFERENCE-- CRACK CAN KILL YOU MAYBE?

6:18pm: I found it interesting how fast the news of Anna Nicole's death travelled.

like a fire in malibu. seriously

The most "WHAT?!?!"s I had heard in a long time.

I think this is also the most fun someone has been made of in the shortest amount of time after their death. MOTHERFUCKERS ARE RELENTLESS!

Most responses were along the lines of the aforementioned "what" but I think my favorite was "That's so sad... she just got skinny."

I think it's sad, too. Not only had she just lost all her weight recently, her life was short and ridiculous. She had a sad life. She made no achievements at all; people will remember her and call her a dumb whore who contributed nothing to society. I think that's depressing and even though I don't really believe in God/Heaven and I don't really think the dead really give a shit what we say about them (their ears no longer work, most likely) it rings wrong to me.

But the whole ordeal is so ridiculous it can't help being funny as well.

I think it's 60/40 sad.

5:35pm: yesterday was my birthday
last friday evelyn, linda, edgar and i went to see the messengers (scary movie.) before doing that we smoked a few bowls.

as we were about to walk down the stairs of the parking structure we found ourselves unable due to the fact that there was large semi-solid human feces on the stairs. This was accompanied by soiled napkins all around it.

It was the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life. We really could not stop laughing.

My father later told me a story about how, in New York, he was walking down toward the train and on the stairs was diarrhea just drippin'.

Also scary movies while high = me being scared out of my brain but also laughing at ridiculousness.

saturday that group and Ben all went to play Blazer Tag. It is what it sounds like. Let me tell you... that was the most hectic shit of my life. Not only did we get our asses whooped by eleven year olds, we also came in last places. We seriously shot at our own base for like five minutes straight. The staff had to tell us we were doing something wrong like every 2 seconds.
Afterward we ate Mel's.

last night we went to Valentino's. I had the quail wrapped in bacon. I didn't know it was going to be that small. I felt kind of bad as I ripped them in half and devoured them. I mean, they were whole. It was straight up fat little birds on my plate.
It was good though.

6:05pm: I can't believe I haven't mentioned this, but my friend made a fool of herself at this one party.

So this bitch was drunk as fuck. She proceeded to:

- punch her boyfriend in the face and fall down the stairs directly afterward

- eat it like 5 times while walking up a driveway

- fall down some more stairs

- more shit

- end the night by vomitting all over herself, her clothes, and her hair

i'm sure it's funnier if you know her.

5:04pm: last weekend was:

friday: otis' party. it took honestly 2 hours to get there. i don't know how mapquest expected us to know to turn onto an unmarked bridge, but ok. that aside, the party was fun. it wasn't huge, but that cake was sooo good and that balcony was an experience. apparently otis' mom wanted everyone out by eleven. yeah... pretty much people left at like one. I don't remember much about that night but otis' mom is fucking crazy.
haha noah and dakota boned out (prob to bone) and becky, sarah and tess were like, wait no she really left? that was their ride. and then trent came over and was like, hay where's noah i'm here to pick him up and we were like lolUH OH.
they came back though.

saturday: um, roscoe's chicken and waffles. my first time. HOW GOOD IS THAT SHIT? i got three wings, a waffle and a biscuit and that shit was fucking BOMBBBB. black folk know what they are doin'. goddamn.

also i went shopping and i saw ashlee simpson and maggie gyllenhaal (not together.)
yes it is true about los angeles and celebrities. they are everywhere.

i wanted to compliment ashlee on her nosejob. she looks cute!

9:26pm: It snowed.

in westwood, malibu and watts.

why not in my neighborhood!!

2:49pm: weekend:

friday: watched pan's labyrinth (danee's dad is in the academy; whattup watching movies at her house free of charge). fucking craziest movie ever. ate some special peanut butter cups at my house. I was like this isn't working grrr!!! but then an hour and a half/two hours later i was watching the office and nothing was making sense. then i got up and i was like dammmnnn! zoe and danee didn't get that way so much but i know evelyn did cause that bitch passed out.
ashia tang was kicking it with my brother. i find that a little funny. she's cool now, but either her or chyna would never even give me the time of day in grammar school. she's tight now though.

saturday: watched some more movies at danee's house. notes on a scandal is SO GOOD. we were watching that shit and as soon as judi dench pops up evelyn was like BITCH IS GONNA MUNCH SOME RUG! basically she tries to black mail cate blanchett after she finds out cate is having an affair with a student. and she's in love with cate blanchett. judi dench. in love with cate blanchett. too good.

sunday: madeleine lowenthal was in town so we kicked it. we met up with jackie, emily and spencer. kicked it at jackie's house for a while. then zully, liz and kelsey showed up. we went to this party in brentwood that cost ten dollars.
ok, strike one. two, a girl comes up and is like "let me stamp your hand." the stamp says MLK. We are like wait. is this one of those irony racist paries, a la "kill whitey" parties in brooklyn? we are answered when we see a sign that says MLK COUNTDOWN PARTY. UM, EXCUSE ME, ARE WE IN BRENTWOOD? YES. guess how many people of color are there? ZERO. this is richass brentwood too. above sunset, passed kenter.

So we get in there, backyard even though it's freezing (it was 28 the other light, like 32 last night) and there's a large amount of hip LA private school kids. (and an ipod dj. yeah.) We go up to this pagoda. there are like twelve huge handles of bacardi. and that's just vodka. they has rum, and other shit too.
and then this kid is like WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE? ... wait. first of all, a party where you don't have to bring your own handle. two, this kid is SERVING DRINKS. so maddy is like, "vodka cranberry?" and they pour her one. "this doesn't have enough vodka in it." liz asks them to put in more. and they put in some more. we just ORDERED A DRINK. i mean, every party has drinks, but we just ORDER SOME from some indie kid with a cig on his lips. i still. i don't. i what.
also maddy decided she's take paparazzi shots all up in it. we were like, do it. they'll eat that shit up hardcore. and they did. the fake candid posing of hipsters is an art that is easy to master.

oh my god fucking rich people parties. I am not used to this shit, okay? most of my close friends are not rich kids, and if they are, NOT THIS RICH.

5:35pm: There isn't really anything new about this semester except that there's a transgender kid now.

He is female-to-male transgender (pre-op) and this has caused A STIR with the student body.
Some people don't know whether to call him he or she, or what the deal is in general. Some people act like it's a GREAT INCONVENIENCE to refer to him as "he," and some people think it's stupid and seem to refuse to do it. I really don't see why people care.

'Cause I mean, honestly, I don't give a shit.
It's like, I don't necessarily believe that one has the "soul of a boy but the body of a girl" or whatever, but if you want to become a dude physically then whatever. It really doesn't matter. It's not an injustice to me that you want to be called he instead of she.

But if you're gonna do it, do it. I should be able to tell you're transgender by looking at you. You can't just pop up in a sweater and some tight pants and expect me to know because you have a boy's name! STRAP THEM TITTIES. put on a dude's shirt and some loose jeans. PUT SOME EFFORT INTO IT. You gotta try a little harder than that.

cut dat hair, too.

That's the only issue I've got really.

10:44pm: 1) school starts on tuesday; the way i feel about that is blah; on one hand i am really tired and am no longer liking sleeping over at other people's houses after nights of movies/partying/whatever, on the other hand i am not tired of having 0 obligations.

2) Yesterday I hung out with my brother and his buddy's at Mo/Anton's house and I am def getting better at Beirut

3) I saw Children of Men yesterday and it was fucking bommmbb! honestly I think it was the best movie I've seen in the last 6 or so months, and goddamn that riot/war scene was fucking crazy and the whole thing was so good.
Afterwards walking to the car I saw Mercedes from America's Next Top Model. I think I have been seeing a lot more celebrities/pseudo-celebrities within the past few years. prob because I go out more and stuff. At the same theater maybe a month or so ago I saw Adam Brody. I'd hit. I have seen a lot of others as well as LA club/hipster/drunken whore scene people.

4) On that note, today at Doughboy's Carmela and I were sitting across from Brian Lichtenberg; I was like "oh my god, i saw that guy at tiger heat" and she was like "brian lichtenberg?!" and I was like, "hell ya." That fool thinks he is hot shit with his little black haired bang friend with her black tights and his boots and unwashed hair. I don't know why people think it is okay to not wash their hair for 4, 5 days. That is not cute and I have been in that place and I had to make sure not to touch my hair cause flakes and shit would fall out like this was New England in January, ok.

I am so not ready for school; I didn't even have any HW but still.

5:24pm: OK Ya'll
Lasdt night was the virst time I had gone out since NYE. like honestly i think i had been in my PJs for days.

But it was Thursday. the last thursday of my winter vacation. to honor this occasion, I decided to do something that I had been wanting to do for what seemns like ever.

TIGERHEAT!!
Tigerheat is THE gay club. Everyone goes there. So I called up Evelyn, and Danee and Billy came along too. (Danee is a girl and Billy is her BF, btw)
The line was long and the wind was blowin and it's LA but damn it was cold! I run into Larry and Greg and some friends of theirs. Haha security took a shitload of pills from this one girl. dumb bitch. We're waiting in line for like 30 minutes and finally we're in. (btw I was dressed so cutely.) This club was bumpinnnnn. It's a gay club that's 18+ but they don't card. anyway it is mostly gay guys but there's plenty of girls too.

Evelyn doesn't really like to dance and she can't really in heels, but immediately I go out and dance with Larry and his friends. I mean, shit, I am in the club so I'm going to break it down as well as I can as a white person. Barely anybody can dance anyway, so it's all good.

Soon enough I spot GOD. aka a being called Kyle Mocket aka one of THE gays of los angeles. Honestly he is beautiful. I'd hit. And he's friends with Linda too! conversation starter.
Larry and his crew leave and so I get Evelyn to come out and dance and I'm expecting her to be like, moving her shoulders snapping her fingers whatever, but she gets on the floor and she puts the fucking WORK IN IT! Danee and Billy have been dancing for a while too.

GUYS THE GO GO DANCERS THERE ARE TOO MUCH. First of all there is one named Adrenaline who is a dragqueen but she for real needs to go down to the ghetto and get her weave checked and stop going to a damn sally beauty supply because that shit is nappy and gross. And there was this one dancer... oh my god. this asian one. she is on her knees on the floor right, with one guy behind her like... lying back, gridning and another dude has his face in her crotch. I took pictures on my phone. Honestly that is a good job, not gon lie.

So we're dancing and I spot this dude. He is HELLA SKINNY (like "are you on cocaine?" skinny but he is BEAUTIFUL. So I'm looking at him and he's walking with his friend to some destination behind me and he says "I know you!" and I don't know what to say cause I don't think I know him, so I was like "really! from where!" and he said something I couldn't hear and kept on walking with his friend/his friend MADE him keep on walking! gays are cockblockers. I wanted to get the digits. We kept our eye out for him but we didn't see him again.

Evelyn and I are dancing and suddenly this kid comes up to us and asks Evelyn to dance. so they grind with her in front of him. and then i dance some more and look back and they're grinding face to face. and then i dance some more and they're grinding and her hands are on his abs. me and danee are looking at eachother and i'm making a shh expression cause her boyfriend is the jealous type. thank god the song ended soon after that.

On our way out we run into kyle mocket. we go up to him and ask him "hey aren't you friends with linda" and he's like "ya hay" and sp we talk and then he's touching my scarf and he's like "is this vivienne westwood?" and i'm like oshi "yeah I got it in london" "when were you in london" "like two years ago or so?" and we say some stuff after that and there's a short pause in the convo and evelyn's like "well we'll see you later"
BITCH YOU TRYIN TO RUIN MY GAME?

i'm going to get it. just watch

3:46pm: Saturday night -- went to Nick Angelo's Christmas party. Saw a lot of Marshall kids I don't get to hang out with very often. Ellie was there!! oh ellie.

I finished 100% by Paul Pope. I had heard many good things about him, and they aren't undeserved. However I did feel that the story would have maybe worked better as a movie or something. A lot of time is invested into reading, and even though it's a graphic novel, very direct narratives without some sort of large pay-off doesn't work in a lot of cases. It was still good, but not great.

last night i hung out with my brother at a Buddy of His' house. I have never played Beirut before and I'm not very good at it. We got down to one-to-one though, which apparently happens pretty much every game. kind of a lot of people were there.

Yesterday I also saw Dreamgirls with Ana. At first we went to the Bridge... we should have known better than to go to a black theater. Every show until 9:15 was sold out!!! AND IT WAS 300 AT THE TIME.

Then we went to the Marina. Standing in line to get in, this one lady was basically telling us her life story. she kept asking us to hold her place and then would tell us about things she thought were funny and her husband and about movies she liked. Ana was like "white people crazy." I concede that this is true. Especially old white women. Anyway it was good because she gave us tokens for free pizza at her pizza shop in Venice.

We made sure not to sit next to Crazy White Lady.

Ya'll... THE MOVIE WAS BOOOOMMMMMMB. I ain't even about to lie to you. Jennifer Hudson was not an AMAZING ACTRESS or whatever but she is good and it was her movie straight-up. When she sang And I Am Telling You the entire theater was like oh my gahhhh and the bitch pretty much got a standing ovation even though we knew she wadn't there. Ana leaned over to me and was like "daaaaaammmmmmmmnnnnn"

I did tear up a little.

Eddie Murphy was damn good. Our people (the gays; and don't even try to deny it, you seen those Johnny Gill pictures) are damn good at theater. When he looked up at CC with that look on his face I was pretty much like, give homedude an oscar. C'MON.

And as much as I would love to hate, Beyonce wasn't that bad either. I know she must have got some acting lessons or some shit because we all know that ain't natural talent right there.
She broke it down too.

4:25pm: here is what is going on in my life right now

1) winter break. school stress is over, I heard my grades, and I'm okay with them. I think my dad worked it out and he thinks i have a 3.5? but that sounds dubious to me.
i still have dreams where i am stressing about school.
FU american school system.

2) Miss USA should not get her crown taken away just because she did a lil blow, ok. it's not like she's Tony Montana.

3) Nearly everything in my life feels false since coming back from Japan.

4) My parents said I could go to Together As One!

5) I may see E-40 at this club tomorrow night.

6) I have been kicking it with my friends but a) I'm too lazy to write about it, b) it's not very exciting, c) I have lost track of time

7) I'm having trouble getting into reading. I am an avid reader of novels and comic books, and I think the last book I finished was The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. I picked up the book because she's Jonathan Safran Foer's wife, and I really liked Everything is Illuminated. The writing style is a little similar, and the characters are likeable and realistic. I found the ending a little anti-climactic, but it worked. I finished that in late november. then I did some school reading.
I started On Beauty. I liked White Teeth and The Autograph Man quite a bit, but I needed to take a break with this one. I did the same with White Teeth, so you know.
then i started reading A Wizard of Earthsea, which is a fantasy book. and you know, whatever. I just can't get past that fantasy dialogue. somehow the presence of dragons makes it so people are unable to use contractions. I stopped reading that cause it started to bore me.
Now I started Kamikaze Girls, which is the translation of Shimotsuma Monogatari. I already saw the movie and it was pretty good. and I've heard good things about the book. So far it's pretty good.

I haven't seem all too many good movies lately. I saw the history boys, and it was pretty good... but nothing amazing.

UM I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I AM TO SEE DREAMGIRLS. please believe i will be up in the theater with my people of color all in there. I really don't give a shit about Beyonce. I will have tol work hard to hold back them tears while Jennifer is singing And I Am Telling You
I saw Jennifer Holliday sing that shit on youtube and I did indeed tear up. It was the gayest I have ever been in my life. I could be singing Judy Garland while committing multiple acts of sodomy and still not be gayer.


whattup long entry.
haha this chick Zoe went to summer school with followed her teacher home and smashed her car windshield with a steel bat because she gave her an F. This is the same girl who popped out 3 x pills in the middle of class. a small one, too. this was summer school, not no 40 student regular venice class.

EDIT Oh my GOD I had some pho yesterday and i put too much hot sauce in it and goddamn the edges of my mouf hurt

8:33pm: wednesday: finally finished finals. sleeeeeppppt

thursday: evelyn, edgar and i went over to ben's house to hang out with him and kate. jordan came over.

i thought edgar was going to KILL US ALL

he didn't though.

friday: linda, evelyn, and edgar came over. slept over. laughed a lot. did whatev.

at one point before we all had our individual pints of icecream, my dad was around and i was putting on a DVD and i couldn't figure out why i couldn't get the DVD out of the thing. "there's some sort of shield over it!" then i realized there was no DVD in the case!!!

i was too faded to realize and then i was just embarassed and everyone was like "Ohhhh my god."

then when my dad went away we were like "oh my god he totally knows oh god" but then we realized he was right in the hall and he could hear us

so embarassment

tonight: i don't know. ate sushi.

plans: start going to clubs

make use of this break somehow

4:59pm: okay, finals are almost over.

in other news

according to a friend of mine, B, he found my best friend from sixth grade, N, fucking DESTROYED walking around her neighborhood.

she did not have pants on.

she wanted to sleep in the middle of the street.

she could not spell her name.

apparently she did shrooms, smoked a shitton of weed, drank a whole lot of grey goose and took FOURTEEN KLONOPIN

FOURTEEN KPINS

i don't even know if that is possible

4:56pm: Fucking finals season and shit. too much work to do.

Friday I went with Thip, Jana and this kid Alex to some Hamilton Highly gifted magnet kid's party in mt washington. it was like a weird reunion of kids i haven't seen in years. Hello Djavan who i haven't seen in 6 yrs. Hello Ariel who is drunk. Hello my childhood. Anyway the party was whatever

saturday evelyn, linda and i were going to see little children but linda's fucking dad called her ass away at the last minute so evelyn and i called ben and then we went over to jordan's house to hang out with him and kate, (essentially ditching linda and edgar because jordan's house is in hollywood. not far from me, but far from them west folks.) he has a nice house and we ate so fucking much. Jordan's sister is the classiest stoner i have ever met in my life.

i slept over at evelyn's house and the next day we picked up linda and went to the fox hills mall, aka most ghetto mall in the los angeles area along with maybe the crenshaw mall. we were going to do star photos. you know those ghetto-ass pictures every person of color takes with their cousins and shit and has them up in their wallets. Yeah, those. on the wall of pictures we saw like 10 people we know. we decided against it because 1) we didn't have on matching shirts and 2) zoe really wnated to take them and she wasn't there.

later we saw Little Children which was just okay to me. I felt like it needed a huge cry-fight scene (ala Naomi Watts in 21 Grams.) Edgar liked it, but I thought it was definitely lacking that crying scene. We should have seen The History Boys instead.

ok now i have to get back to work.

8:43pm: i haven't updated in a while. life has been going on as usual.

It's been cold here recently. The thing about LA when it's cold, it's like... okay. when it's cold in New York, or let's say, Boston (I go there all the time to visit family so it's an easy frame of reference), it's okay that it's cold, because 1, it's supposed to be, and 2, the city beautiful. It has all this beautiful old architecture (except for the business district downtown) and right outside Back Bay, Beacon Hill, the North End, and other pretty neighborhoods etc (even in Dorchester and Roxbury aka the ghetto) there's beautiful old houses and woods and shit. So it's okay that it's cold.

But Los Angeles is shit ugly. yeah, there are pretty parts, but whatever. the mitigating factor is its great weather, so when the weather ain't great, it is NOT OK.

I realized why I hate LA. LA is like that one friend who throws good parties, has nice clothes, lots of money, (good drugs if you're that kind of person) and yeah, they're fun to hang out with for a while, but then you realize... they have no personality, no character. So you get bored hanging out with them. You get tired. And you go back to other friends who have been there for you.

But I was born here, and raised here. And I don't have any "old friends" to go back to. I'm stuck.

But I need to get out.