Econo-ME

The recession has finally reached my door. Surely candybars were cheaper before I went to Japan... "89 cents is NOT a sale!"

I couldn't be a newscaster

Three favorite quotes of this week:

3. "Don't tell me what bacon isn't."

2. "I'm glad you took off that offensive mustache."

1. "I think about Sonny Bono maybe... once a week. "

Halloweening

So I decided to go as Charlie Chaplin for Halloween. I initially wanted to be "Modern Times" era Chaplin in conductor overalls and without the hat but apparently I was unrecognizable. I was able to come up on a mens suit and bowler so I went to the Halloween party confident I'd snag the nonexistent prize. To bump my costume up a notch, I wanted to make dialogue cards and abstain from talking the whole night. But i was told by other partiers that that wasn't a good idea and that people would start saying "Hitler is such a douchebag!" So here are three things I learned about Halloweening as Chaplin:

1. People only know one Chaplin, so Halloween is not the time to try to impress anyone about your film knowledge.

2. If you don't have the Chaplin look down pat, people will mistake you for an antisocial hitler.

3. If you draw on a mustache you'll most likely forget it's on and make it that much harder for guys to chat you up.

got some candy in the end so all in all it was a good night.

Eww.

Starfish are kind of gross. And lazy.

My ship has finally come in! (I think.)

It seems like I may be employed? Yeah. Since it was my "take-it-easy-Thursday" I decided to watch some TV after my oats. I went into my room to change into my TV-kit when I heard my phone ring. It was a man who said he spoke to me two months ago. He wanted to know if I was still looking for a job. (He really shouldn't've sounded so shocked and judgmental about my lengthy unemployment if that was the reason he was calling.) Anyway, he spoke to me like all I had to do was show up but didn't give me any follow-up info. I was overwhelmed by eagerness and forgot to ask. I hope he calls back.

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Before:After:

I'm sure that a (relative) lot of you have noticed a change in the quality of my photoshopped posts from when I started nearly a month ago. I've been practicing on my C3 (thats right) and have discovered how to better do some things that'll make my pictures look loads better. I am by no means a pro (I'm pre~tty effin' close) but I plan to get good at this by the end of the year. So expect a level of quality that, in the future, you'll come to know us for. A slight of hand so subtle you'd think it no less natural than a baby's cough. So stay tuned.

I look forward to dazzling you.

Day off

For someone who is unemployed, I've been surprisingly busy the past couple of weeks. This is my first free Thursday in a while so I told myself that I'd spend it doing what I want to do. I'd wake up when I woke up, (Easy since I don't have an alarm clock.) and I'd make myself a filling breakfast before I spend the day (most likely looking for work). My options are old-fashioned oats with cranberries, s'mores pop-tarts and cold cereal with borrowed milk (that I'm pretty sure is past expiry.) The day is my oyster! So much feels possible! I might not even wear pants today!

I really need to sort out my Halloween costume.

Ooh! Or NOT...!

Looks like it's time to have "the talk"

Apparently, both my mom and dad still think chain e-mails are real. I tolerated it in the past, but it's not cute at this age.

I saw the most distressing thing today

I was loitering in an urban outfitters before a job interview (as has become my tradition) and i hear this really loud thud. Then i hear this dude say to this other dude, "Dude! did you see that?! That bird just flew into the window!" I walk over to the door and I see a bird that had obviously broke his neck and was gagging for air. His beak was open and his wings were twitching towards the sky as he lay dying on his birdie back. I didn't know what to do so I just said a silent prayer and walked to my interview. I went past the window and it looked like someone had squashed a bug against it. It was terrible. No one tells you what to do in situations like that. And I'm sure that any response I would've given would've elicited the laughter of all those around me. Things should be different.

Some people just don't know how to make a decent sandwich

Eww, avocado... (*shudders)

Hmmm...

I've surprisingly been able to maintain my goal of posting everyday, but I think it's made me less funny. ... we'll see how this goes, but i may have to make posts less frequently. 'cause if you know me, you know i'm all about the laughs.

Back to the present

Now that I'm done with the housewarming (which was a smashing success) and Andy's hit the road, things are back to normal. Waking up this morning, things already seem kinda different. I know after my sister goes to work I'll be the only one home. And when I come back from "work" she'll be the only one around. Just like before. Just the two of us, waking up just before noon and just spending the day looking for work. I wonder how I will adjust to this "post-hosting" world. I don't think it's loneliness yet but I am feeling like maybe I should throw another party. Or get a dog. ...Or ask you if you'd like anything to drink. (no? alright..)

We won't forget you!

Just dropped Andy off at the Greyhound station. The last time I was there was just over 16 years ago when my family first moved to LA. It was weird saying goodbye to a friend there because it was hard to believe any of that ever really happened. Anyowl, Andy, you've ruined us for future guests and we'll all miss you terribly! Your cleaning, politeness, flatulence and overall bitchin' attitude. Hope you enjoyed your time in LA even though you only saw 3 days of sunshine and took the bus everywhere. You're tops!

A recent study of women shows that...

One of three women over 16 suffer from a common ailment known as "Shadow Bracelet". It can affect women from any background who is of jewelry wearing age and can strike at any time. Symptoms include feelings of loss, the sensation that you are in fact already wearing a bracelet and, for an unknown reason, watery stool.

Déjà Vu

In high school, a teacher once told me that the sensation of déjà vu was caused by a chemical released in the brain that gives a person the impression that something that is currently happening had previously happened. So any "doubled experience" a person felt was just a tiny manifestation of insanity. Talk about dashing a child's dreams. Before then, I was convinced I was a prophet. The same teacher later told me that most ballerinas are anorexic lesbians. High school was weird.

Forgotten formal script

When I was a kid they made it seem like writing in cursive was the only way adults communicated with each other in print. I was forced to learn the difference between stylized "T"s and "F"s and made sure my "Q"s had that nice "2-y" look. But cursive was just like those other lies kids are taught in school. I later learnt that it wasn't used for anything other than love letters, signing that sentence at the end of the SATs and bogus personality tests. My father knew what was up. He never learnt how to write script. And when he tried, he just drew tails at the end of each letter and laughed that we were taught they were distinguishable at all.

My hand wrote a note in cursive today. Not sure why I didn't stop myself, but I kinda dug it. I'm glad I still remembered how to do it after so long. (Beautiful useless skill.) I think I'll try a backflip next..

Asia-town, USA!

LA has [at least] three asia-towns. (white) Little Tokyo, (red) Korea Town and (yellow) China Town. (Or, if you're racist, yellow, yellow and lighter yellow.) Being thirsty for anything asian we decided to forgo the familiarity of Fauxkyo (? ...eh.) for the cooler China town. I've only been to China town 2ce before and all I remember are jazz club restaurants, light show DJ's and dragons. everywhere. (no.) If the Chinese are anything like the Japanese ( ________ ) I can expect some delicious food, cool knick knacks and casual racism. But I've prepared a rebuttal. "Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees, ramen please?" Whoa, still sounds a bit strong. I take it back.

Set Menu

I think I'm starting to get the hang of this hosting lark. You just suggest things and make sure your guest doesn't object to doing them with you. So far we've been to the Hollywood, Amoeba, La Brea Tar Pits, South Central, Denny's, Santa Monica Pier and visited a futuristic gas station. MAN the things that boy's seen! Today I took Andy to Fox Studios, where we loitered, ate quesadillas and saw people who better knew what they were doing with their lives. After that we ran errands and made pasta. I know what you're thinking, "How do I get on the list for 'Casa Fiesta'?!" Well, my friends, it's as easy as coming on down! So stop by mine! Where you're guaranteed at least one hot meal during your stay and where there will always be a pallet in some dingy corner of the floor with your name on it.

T-48 hrs

I have [well] under 48 hours to get my house ready for the party. I spent so much time furnishing my bedroom that I forgot I only have 2 couches and an embarrassing analog TV. Where will people rest their drink and drugs?

Vice

I was told recently that gluten, the delicious stuff in most baked bread stuffs, kills the good bacteria in your stomach. But come on, people have been eating bread for ages. We agreed, what's the point of living to 100 if all your friends are dead? So go nuts!

Dreams

I've been thinking of writing down my dreams. Not in detail (because it would read like the testimony of a drugged infant) but I would just write down small parts I thought were cool. (Not today's dream. It was all tiger-shaped rainbow clouds, forgotten friends and runaway moms.) I'll write about yesterday's.

Yesterday, I dreamt that a man in a skeleton suit was trying to deliver a child a letter. He traveled far across time and weather to deliver his message to a child (who I'm pretty sure wasn't even born yet.) But as the man traveled he became smaller and smaller and the letter became too much for him. He finally reached the child's window but by then he was too small to ask to be let in and too weak to hand over his letter. He collapsed outside the window got covered in snow and died. Butthisallhappenedinlikefourdreamsecondsandthatchildwasn'tanyoneIknew so I didn't care.

Yeah, I'm not going to log my dreams. Dreams are stoopid.

Naked Ghosts

In all the movies I've seen and stories I've been told about ghost encounters, never have I heard of any naked ghosts. Surely clothing doesn't have a spirit. And if it did, the organic material it was formerly composed of wouldn't resemble anything any respectable ghost would wear. So if you ever come across any ghastly ghoulies kitted out in anything other than a birthday suit I suggest you check the hedges for projectors because you're most likely being made a monkey of. Do not acknowledge anything less than a ghost wearing an Earthly sheet.

Enter, "Mittens, the Chilly Ghost". (He smiles because his modesty is intact.)

Okay. So there won't be any cake.

It's a bit indulgent to provide the cake at one's own welcome back party, right? As much as I'll want cake that day. And as much as I like to indulge... But no. No cake. But I do want gifts! Here's what you can bring!

1. cake

2. hangers

2.5. a plant. (non-smokeable)

3. more gin

4. more lime juice

5. gin and lime juice for yourselves.

6. space. (I prefer to drink alone.)

In the future...

...I wonder what robots will think of our reductive imitation of their complex language.

I know what I'm being!

I'm thinking of going as a panda for Halloween this year. Just put a white tee over some skinny jeans blacken my eyes and make sure I don't have sex that night. (*rimshot) thank you. thank you.

Haggling

Since I've been furnishing my apartment with things from garage sales and flea markets, I've had to haggle on more than one occasion. Even still, I get nervous asking, "Will you take 15?" because I know at that same moment I'm holding a $20 bill while pretending to rummage through my purse. And I try to make natural movements so the venders won't get wise and call my bluff. It's made me feel deceitful. I know I'm entirely capable of paying full price for something but, either because of culture or my mother, I try to undercut even the lowest of bargains. Value is arbitrary, so I shouldn't feel too badly when I try to make up my own prices for things. I try, but I haven't been too gutsy. I've never asked for more than 25% off because I also worry then that people will think I simply don't know the value of some things. It's all very stressful and my bedroom still isn't finished. I think I'm better suited for stores. (All except Anthropologie. That chair is $1,600+!!! F*ck a bunch of that!)

Cosmic Coincidences

You know the awesome overlap when you hear, see or say a word at the EXACT moment you hear, see or say the same word? (And I don't mean reading.) That happens to me a lot. I call them "Cosmic Coincidences". It might be too grand a term, but I got to thinking, "What if God (or whoever you believe in) was trying to reveal some sort of message to me through a series of random one word clues!" In April 2009 I started to write them down. The "*" means the overlap wasn't as clear or I wasn't sure I should count it. The message has yet to be revealed to me so the game continues! Oh, and for the record, it's just for a laugh. This is the purest form of mumbo-jumbo. (or IS it...?!) Here's part I!

Told me Woman/women See Fone/phone Expertise/expertees Mind Hey London Understand/understanding Step Picked Never What World Activity/Activities Nothing See Know I’m Funny Do Know Follow Mind Stay Reach/Reaches Thought Come You/You’ve Suddenly Tell Mean Know Going Think* Me If Free* Lake/lakeside* Yeah* That She* Here Shadow* Yeah Twitter* Keep/keeper Yeah* Know But* Something Flooded/Floods* If Feeling* While* Walk/walks You* Shut/Shuts This is* You* Like Day/days* About* You* I* See* I know Fuck* Why So Know* Looks Navigate Way See Smile/smiles* Dream/dreaming* I had No longer Face/faces* Light/lights* Harm Work No Get/gets* Let’s* Sat* Hand Know/knows* Fuck* Not Walking/walks* Two I My* You* One Talking Too Tell You* Would* All right/Right* Stand/Stands Night I* This* Back* Try/Tries* Change* She* Watch/watched Isn’t* But* Do Them Just If you* She Well* Why* Knows/knowing Me* Work Time* I’m Right I want to tell you Street/streets* How* Where* At a* Alone My life* One* Mean* (as in meaning) Here* Door/doors* Love* My* Love* Day* She It was To Don’t You Me* Butterfly* (picture/heard) Understand* Change* Out* I* What* Always Don’t* But You were I* She* Fuckin/fucking Gold Notice/Notices* Yeah* Hey* Please Sky* Know Face/faces You have/You’ve* Good* Don’t know* Job She* I* Don’t I* Tomato* Going to Found* Right* Face/facing* Hand* Do you* Way Clinging to/Cling to* Take/takes* Three/3* Looking Right* Know You* Friends* I am/I’m* It’s* And* Don’t* Know But I Me* Real You* Look/looks* Pack/packing* That* See you* You* What/whats Weekend* I* Yeah* Do Love you* Where Talk to* Right I* Oh* How Wonder* You Her* It’s* They will/ they’ll I’ll* Twilight* I* Smile/smiles* This* But Want Is* Let me* I* Sex* Out/out[laws] Topshop* Miss Cry* I I was* Try You will/You’ll* Just* Okay Again Donovan* Tears* You* Before* Why* She* Princess* Tell Crazy* Together* Really Out Campaign Black Now Before* All* God* Dick* For* Stop/stops* As she walks Goodbye/Bye* My* Drags/dragging* Call* Bed/bedroom* Feel I wanna be* Cold*

What if the ocean went to sleep.

What if the ocean went to sleep, and it recessed beneath it's sea bed at night. And if you went to the beach too late at night you would walk to the coast but there would be nothing but sand for miles and miles.

Three favorite quotes of this weekend:

3. "Like, you can't broil anything in the bathroom."

2. "I like when I get a cold and my voice gets all raspy. I'm like, 'Hey! I sound like T-Boz! Baby! Baby! Beh-baaay~!'"

1. "I feel sorry for my mom's nipples."

oh BROTHER!

Having my THIRD house guest this week. ...ME NEITHER!

"Can't Bust 'em!"

Andy and I went shopping for some denims yesterday, and I gotta say, he's never looked better! He hasn't taken them off since! Nothing gets between him and his Calvins.

Be forewarned,

If you ever leave the front of the bar to ask your boss if my DMV driver's permit is enough to prove I'm over 21 I WILL bounce the door in your absence.

I'm pretty sure this happened

My sister came into my room this morning and said, "The landlord is coming to fix my ceiling fan today. If you could please please please please please make sure he doesn't step on my bed, that would be awesome." Then she ate all her fingers and burst into flames.

Guess what?

As fateful _____ would have it, I'm having another guest tomorrow. That should be fun for me. (said completely unsarcastically.) The only thing is that it's another friend from Japan so I'm not sure how my brain will make sense of it. I've been having enough trouble telling myself that Andy and I can have that shared experience in Japan and also be able to go to Trader Joes for scramble mix. I've kind of been able to wrap my head around that much, but throwing in another person may f*ck with my spacial awareness. I hope I can control my stares.

Stealing from children

A very "Waiting for Superman" thing happened to me today. Not me. To children somewhere because of a thing I did. Not a thing I did, but a thing that happened to children and that I benefited from. An afterschool program in South Central LA was closed this week due to funding. Now they have to find out what to do with all the children's books, furniture, crayons and other tools of learning before they are forced to vacate Saturday. My sister helped the woman run it back when it started six years ago so now she's helping make sure all the stuff goes to good use. So I was invited to come in and see if there was anything I'd be interested in taking. And there was! Hundreds of books that I read as a child were stacked on tables waiting for me to re-live. And I scored! "Murafo's Beautiful Daughers" (google it!), "Indian in the Cupboard", "The Return of the Indian" (IitC pt. deux), "Of Mice and Men" and "The Little Prince". It was awesome until I thought that I've read these books, and now because I'm taking them, some other child may not get the chance to read them.

I was conflicted the whole time I was rummaging for books. It was like looking through the wardrobe of a dead woman at an estate sale. I was happy for my finds but disturbed by the circumstances. Also, I felt that with the way my room is decorated with dinosaur toys and stuffed animals, the children's books would make make me look like either a retard or a p[a]edophile. (A very lame one that tries to lure children into her den with books.) It was sad, but the woman goaded me to take as much as I could. And I did. (those books.) So hide your children. (Lest I read to them.♥)

[title]

I decided to add titles to my posts again because it turns out its hard to find the share link without it. Still may leave pictures out. mix it up. That's how we've kept the love between us so fresh. (*slaps ass) ♥

If you've never been to the La Brea Tarpits you're probably slightly cooler than I! (see?) But I was able to earn big points in the host league by taking Andy to see what I told him were dinosaur bones. I don't know what I was thinking. I've rode past the tarpits like a billion times, but I guess my brain mistook the fiberglass mastodon family for a pack of [some kind of 'great lizard']. But that disappointment aside, I had a lot of fun! There are at least 4 things I learned at the tarpits today.

1. Dinosaurs died 65 million years ago and did not inhabit the same physical or temporal space as mammals from the Pleistocene Epoch.

2. Two inches of tar that settles at the top of a body of water can stop an animal thats up to 10,000 lbs.

3. The correct term is "Saber Toothed Cat"

4. Tar covered dragonflies look AWESOME!

I just noticed that you can make a post without adding a title. That was the hardest part of this whole thing for me. Finding content is a f*cking doddle. But titles? Those are real head scratchers. So no more of them. Unless I feel compelled. And while I'm at it. No pictures! I'll turn out posts like a champ if I streamline. Grow up. We're in a recession.

I've been trying my best to be a good host but it's pretty effing difficult! So far, we've been taking the bus everywhere. (Which is a poor reflection of LA and me.) And by "everywhere" I mean to Hollywood and Amoeba. That's all we've done so far. When I came back from work yesterday my sister told me that Andy'd stayed home sick! I didn't plan for that. All I had for him was FrootLoops, Pop Tarts and Eggo® because I figured he'd pick something up around town. When I came home, "Help me!" was written all over his face as I'm sure there wasn't enough nutritious food in the house to nurse him to heath. And this morning he was woken from his [sofa]bed at 9am because the "clean all" guy came to wash our 60 dollar used sofas. So now he's nestled under guest blankets on an airmattress in my sisters room. Which faces East so he may as well have translucent eyelids. But I have a plan! I decided to make him breakfast. Eggos® and some homemade homefries (That I've never made before, and am scared to taste.) I was hoping the scent of it all would wake him from his sleep but it hasn't yet so that can't be good. I'm sure I'll be the death of this boy...

When worlds collide

It's interesting when two different parts of your life come together. I find myself staring at my friend Andy from time to time because I still haven't reconciled in my mind what he's doing here. Like, at all. He's a friend I met in Japan, and there he is in my living room, sleeping on my American couch and overall just occupying a physical and mental space that he shouldn't. Like it's the most normal thing in the world. Don't get me wrong my heart SINGS when I think, "Hey! There's my buddy!" And other times a shiver runs through me like, "This isn't right. ...Right?"

I'm the kind of person that when I travel someplace else/new, I kind of just accept that "Okay. This is my life now." And I just adapt to how things are supposed to be in this new place. But when someone enters a space in my life that they normally don't it's hard for me to accept that it's happening at all. My brain rejects the reality that Andy being here is unusual while it also reminds me that he isn't usually here. Thus the stares. I think I'll check in on him in a few and make sure this is actually happening.

Not that I'm saying there's anything wrong with it...

I saw 10 transgenders in the past 2 days. It’s just odd to me because I usually see as many transgendered individuals as I see people with Tourettes. Few. And I’m not keeping tabs because I think that we should adopt a WWII-esque cataloging of all people we deem “social others”. I just thought that it was odd (not that I’m calling them odd) that I would see such a large amount of this type of individual in such a short period of time. All I’m saying. Actually, I think we could learn a lot from each other. Although I was trying my best to keep my distance from the bunch I saw this morning. They seemed agitated. Also, I think they would’ve been offended by my subdued femininity and sensible shoes. Whoa. That came off as bigoted. I take it back.

Home Alone

I have to head of to "work" this morning, so it seems that I'm going to have to leave my ol' pal Andy home today. When I had my first house guest I didn't have a "job" so if she needed anything--BOOM--I was there. But now I'll be gone most of the day and I can't help but feel a pang of guilt that I didn't request off "work". I didn't prepare for this as much as I'd like to. I have instant breakfast foods that he can eat and my housekeys but not much else. We'll see what happens though. I've seen the movies though. This could end a variety of wacky ways. Better hide the saucepans...

The kindness of strangers

So I've been taking my friend Andy around LA. Showing him places I never go and showing him one other place I wish I went to more. Amoeba music. We decided to stop for coffees and lemonade at the place across the street first. (You know the one.) So I ask this guy if we could share the sofa with him, he says sure, and I see he's drawing in a notebook. He was kind enough to show me the creatures he'd been sketching. Dragons, dog faced dragons and baboons! It was awesome! Turns out he was a Portuguese art student who'd just been in LA for a couple of weeks. He said he was really surprised at how kind everyone in LA was. (I'm yet to see.) But yeah, he was kind enough to draw this picture for me. I was like, "That gorilla's drink looks an awful lot like the lemonade I'm drinking... It's almost like you're saying I'M that gorilla..." (I know the shenanigans the Portuguese are know for.) And he goes, "Oh no, no! I've been drawing gorillas before you came!" He had. But even if I were that gorilla, it wouldn't of mattered because he was mad nice. I even invited him to my party. ...That's not crazy.

angst, much?

I have 13 skulls in my bedroom. It's really not even that serious. Hey! Let's play a game! If you ever come over, see if you can spot them all! Here's one for free!

Give him the works! THE WORKS! THE WORKS!

I have a house guest coming in the morning! That makes two! Two house guests! 'a-'a-'ah! I feel a bit bad for my first guest because she was a total tester. I moved into my house like 3 days before and it was so not ready for other eyes. Actually, at one point we ate dinner on a mid-section of dinner-table held by an upturned box. It was rough. But oooh-ho-ho-ho no! Not this time! I have a table! Sofas! HBO?! I'm treating this guest like a minor KING! I'm gonna be all "Would you like some ice with that?" and "No it's fine! Have the last cookie!" and "CHARGE IT!" Because I didn't have a fair shot the first time 'round. I'm going to make sure people KNOW my house is where its at! It'll be total shenanigans. But only if he wants it! I'm just that kind of host.

tung twifters

"dunchach" sounds an awful lot like a retarded "duncess", right? That was totally by accident. And before you start, "retard" isn't a bad word. It's just insensitive.

dunchach. test

Look at the image and tell me what you see. There is only one right answer. ..Maybe two.

mouth sounds

At my “job” (internship) it’s really quiet because people are usually working on different writing and research projects, so we usually communicate through gchat. Even if we’re sitting next to each other. Which is fine. I just put in my i[Head]phones turn on my iTunes and iCoast until lunch. But since I only work about 6 hours a day, there’s no time to “take lunches” so I have to eat at my desk. But I’m always concerned about how loud I’m being. Eatting in/Inner ear/outer ear/earphones. It's a disaster. So I spend my entire lunch munching my food at a volume I know won’t distract others from their tasks, but try to maintain a pace where I can finish before my rice gets too cold. It's absolutely awful. I think I need a new “job”...

A question unasked...

Because of my circumstances I take public transportation. I would like to drive. Or at least, not to take the route that’s apparently most popular with LA’s homeless and do-do Mamas but I can’t. Because I don’t know how to drive. So I hear countless unwanted conversations and make sure to tuck in my shoulders as to no rile fellow passengers.

When I got on the bus this morning, I see this dude with a grandma cart of photography supplies sitting in priority seating. He was struggling to keep his stuff still so this lady helped him arrange it properly. I didn't help. And then a completely unrelated woman started piping up about how the lady who helped the man had pretty nails. She nearly screamed it. No. She screamed it. (I’m going somewhere with this.) A compliment turned into conversation. And conversation turned into questions about where the lady lived, what she did for a living and whether or not she touched other peoples feet. She didn’t. Then the unrelated woman (or “unrelady”) asked her “I bet you touch your husband’s feet!” and the woman replied, "My husband is deceased." Then all was quiet on the bus until I reached my stop.

Buying used things.

I've been treating the Los Angeles Goodwills as my personal Ikea and have kitted out my room with one-of-a kind decoritos that I think'll make visitors think I'm cooler than I actually am. And I've been doing pretty well making my room look nice while spending not much dollar. And I wanted to keep it that way. (Keeps me grounded) So my roommate and I decided to hit up garage sales and flea markets before the big party in a few weeks.

We decided to head to the Melrose Trading Post flea market at Fairfax High but, apparently, we weren't the first to discover this jem. I went in with 20 dollars hoping to find a unique whatever to put in my room but was really surprised that apparently I was walking into a string of outdoor boutiques with real-life store prices. I was under the impression that flea markets were tented yard sales where recovering hoarders unloaded some of their salvageable knickknacks for a pittance but I was wrong. Dead wrong! It was a trendy event crawling with "cool" 20-somethings in fashionably torn sun dresses and handlebar mustaches. It did my head in. I couldn't walk for hipsters!

I'll be going back though. 1. Because I was able to haggle my way into getting a side table for 10 bux from this accented man in a checkered blouse. 2. Because I saw James Spooner!!!! and 3. Because, hipsters aside, they have some pretty dope sh*t. I would say make sure to check it out, but apparently it's new to only me. So do what you like.

Dogs bum me out.

I saw an old dog today. My parents never trusted us with pets so my only exposure to elderly canines was "Shadow" from "Homeward Bound". I know he was voiced by Don Amicci of "Cocoon" fame, but he still looked pretty fit for a hound to me. (All except the end were he nearly didn't make it over the hill. @5:33+) But yeah, the dog I saw today was just precious but obviously on her last legs and it kind of put me off my food. (from sadness) I wonder how it feels to know that your dog, barring any accidents or violent acts of God, is going to die before you. It must feel awful. I'm never getting a dog.

TEN-TEN-10!!!

IT'S TEN-TEN-10!! Go out into the streets and live life, so you can tell your children what you did on this rarest of days! ♥