Monday, November 30, 2009

top 25ish

i like pop music, so who cares?

Sunday, November 29, 2009

free bitch, bby.

i know it's not cool to read things that lame people think are cool because other slightly more lame people don't know about them..

but i just started reading "franny and zoey"
i don't really even like salinger
i hated "catcher in the rye"
but i needed something to read, it is my dad's old book, the cover said it once cost 95 cents.
don't mind my ~hipness~

besides, i only read to look like the deep, brooding, pre-occupied girl on the muni.

ps anonymous reader: i am too afraid to declare that i have quit smoking cigarettes, because i do not want to be held to a promise i cannot keep..does this statement mean i declared quitting? ah! save me.



Friday, November 27, 2009

bleak friday


starting over can be fun
i am starting over
i am having fun
you know.

I will TRY to write in this blog because I believe strongly in keeping records of my life. I do not have a very good memory. I am trying to counteract that by writing everything down. Anyways..

I just finished reading "The Road" and wow..very very suspenseful, very bleak, very surreal. I cannot imagine how they are planning to make this into a movie, but one cannot change what has already been done.

This Thanksgiving I met my Uncle Rick. He is my father's cousin's brother. He hasn't been in any of my family's lives for the last 25 years. He has come back, not because he wants to, but because he needs to. After dinner I told him my first memory of him:

My dad used to have a cup that held all of his pens on his desk. The cup had a cartoon caricature of himself teaching an English class (he used to teach English) and there was a word bubble coming out of his mouth that said "English is a bitch" or something to that extent. Anyways, that was the first time I had ever seen the word "bitch" that was also the first time my dad ever told me about my Uncle Rick (my Uncle made the cup). I told my Uncle Rick that that was my first memory of him, and he replied saying that he had no memory of ever making the cup.