Day Eighty-nine

Today:

I had a quick and easy morning.
Krissy slept in late.
I got in trouble for using three hole punch paper. It’s okay though.
Krissy did some dishes.
I sat outside for a spell at lunch.
I talked on the horn with Krissy while outside.
Krissy relaxed on the couch.
I rode the elevator A LOT.
Krissy took out the trash.
I visited the mail room A LOT.
Krissy worked on some stuff for LA Music Blog.
I had a quick commute home.
We ate the pizza Lil Krissy made for me when I got home.
I had one blueberry beer.
We gathered laundry together.
We went to the laundromat.
We did some grocery shopping.
We did more laundry.
We had King Cones.
Kristyn put away clothes.
I brushed all the cats and the bunny.
Now we’s in bed. Nite!

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The Jerri Blank Chronicles

 

Guys, I realized today that when I start school in the fall, I will turn into Jerri Blank.  Before I get into that, let me tell you what my plans are.
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Know what I did last night?

Last night we went to the supermarket after I picked Krissy up from work to pick up some cat food etc. I was in a cookie mood but also totally irresponsibly indecisive. I agonized over my cookie choices until Kristyn said, “THEN DON’T GET ANY!” (To be honest this was after me dramatically -and rhetorically- wailing, “Maybe I don’t even WANT cookies!!!” FYI, I don’t ever not want cookies.) So I said, “OMG YOU’D DO THAT TO ME?!” At this point she turned on her heel and shuffled out of the cookie aisle.

An hour and forty-five minutes later (give or take an hour and forty minutes) she came back and found me lying on the ground holding two packages of Mother’s cookies, one Macaroon and the other Chocolate Chip and staring soberly into space. (An aside: If you live in California, it is considered a hate crime if you don’t immediately shout out “MOTHER’S COOKIES!!!” when asked what your favorite cookie is. Fact.)

So Kristyn played some head games with me trying to suss out which one I wanted more. (Another aside: I don’t even like chocolate chip cookies, I just WANTED them. I DO however like macaroons a LOT and therefore didn’t want to buy them. This would make a lot more sense if we were all PMSing.)

So what happened next was a choose your own adventure type mystery without any of the choice and all of the mystery. Kristyn told me she was gonna choose FOR me. This made me happy and I decided to walk away so as not to interfere with her choice. I set off in a brisk clip toward the register and looked anywhere but at the groceries. I wouldn’t even rest my eyes on the computer as he was ringing stuff up. I carried the groceries out but swore not to even look at the bags lest I see through it to the package of cookies. We drove home and I decided to take it to another level. With my eyes closed I tried to find the cookies on the table. Unfortunately I was rummaging around in the wrong bag and I had to peek to find the right one. When I did, I closed my eyes, took out the package and held my breath (for fear I’d smell the answer). I put one in my mouth AND…

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Day Thirty-five

Made some decisions today, yes I did. Decided to live more in the here and now. Made me feel instantly better. Yes I had to make a craft project to support this victory. What is a victory without celebratory crafting? See below.

Here is Kristyn preparing for something awesome/major that I will die if it doesn’t happen. DIE I tell you. Also thanks to WordPress’ awesome app the picture of Kristyn won’t come up. Turns out WordPress has beef with Kristyn. Who knew? Also, I’m on her side. Again, I’ll fix it tomorrow. *sigh*

BOOM. Fixed.

Reminder to keep my head in the present and appreciate what I have. And no this is not a slight on the state of NJ. I’ll cut bitches who slight NJ. Because I’m from NJ. And that’s how we do.

Also, I’ve made a Tumblr. If you want to know what it is, you have to ask me.

November 1, SoCal Style

I wish there was a way to figure out who keeps doing this…

A clue…a name…anything to get to the bottom of this unsolvable mystery!

Actually the bandit pointed out her folly. She actually proudly pointed to her masterwork and said, “Look what I did now!”

She really knows how to cheer a gal up. *HUG!*

An interesting thought

I want to start by saying that I am sorry if these every day posts with our faces and the mundane elements of our day to day are seriously boring haha.  Well I am and I’m not.  My original intent was just to take a picture of my face and this was because:

1) I think it would be interesting to see how and if my face changes over a year.

2) I’m not comfortable in front of a camera so it’s kind of nice to let go of that insecurity.  Maybe next year I’ll do full-length body shots.  I need to be comfortable that way too.  Baby steps.

I added in the “what we did today” stuff because:

1) It was just a natural step.  Why not?

2) I think it would be funny to see exactly what we DID all year.  Like were we lazy?  Were we busy?  Was this a good year or a bad one?  I think we tend to paint a year with a broad brush “good” or “bad”.  I’m pretty sure this is going to be a tough year so I’ll be tempted to paint it with a “bad”.  But if I look back on the days I’ve had so far, they’ve all been “good” or “nice” with only like one or two “bad”.

The interesting thought I had was this:

Me and Kristyn were talking last night about how it’s funny that you forget so much stuff in your life.  The only memories you ever really hold onto are kind of stored in your brain as a picture and then the events are kind of words around that picture.  Okay well let me back up.  Kristyn was reading an article about Susan Sontag and in it, Susan was talking about the power of photography. She was specifically talking about war photography. How powerful of a medium it is. Like when wars are going on, on other people’s soil, if there isn’t a picture of it, we can’t feel it or imagine it. And how even one picture of one moment in time can encapsulate a moment and so perfectly sum the moment up AND give you an understanding of what happened.

So then we started talking about how your life is reduced to a series of small pictures in your head of events that took place. Conversely, we tend to hand onto the memories that we actually HAVE physical pictures of. Because the camera is doing the work that our memory does. Like if our brains are a filing cabinet for memories stored as images with words attached, photographs are like forcing your brain to recall a memory. Even if you forget that moment because it didn’t make that big of an impression, if there is a picture, you will be drawn right back into that moment and (for the most part) remember that day.

So I don’t know that a picture of my face a day will bring back startling vivid memories of me watching Buffy and playing Harry Potter Lego but in a way, I will have at least one year of my life that I know what happened every day. One year with a light shined on it. One year that doesn’t go hazy with memory. That’s kind of a nice thought. That said, I really need to get a job if I want this “memorable year” to be any kind of good memory haha. MOMMA NEEDS MONEY AND TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE SOME!

Th’sall.

P.S. Speaking of shit that happened, a woman just tried to walk into my house. Our apartment is on ground level and we don’t have a lot of windows so I keep the front door open with just the screen door closed. My front door opens out into our courtyard. SO if you walk into the courtyard, you can see right into my apartment and me sitting here. These two women came into the courtyard, came up to my screen door, talked to my cats and went to open the (locked) screen door to walk right in. I was like, “Can I help you?” She said, “Here’s an invitation to you from the Baptist Church!” I said, “Okay, you can leave it right there” so she stuck it in the door haha. *sigh* We need to move.

On the Road, Day Five, SD & NE, part five

Okay, I’ve slacked on telling you the rest of this day. Here are parts
One
Two
Three
Four

 

Once we left Wall Drug and the Badlands, we had to kind of figure out where we were going to go next.  This many stops in one day was kind of unheard of for us because we liked to keep cruising.  BUT we were kind of ahead of schedule and there was a lot to see over here.  We didn’t have to be anywhere particular until September 8th (tell you why later) and from checking the map, we had more than enough time to get there AND take a look around.

We happened to be in the area of another major destination and we didn’t expect the town surrounding to be so populated and touristy.  It was so cute though.

Here is where we went!  This is our first sight of Mount Rushmore from the highway.  It’s mesmerizing.

I don’t know if it’s our city showing but we were kind of dumbfounded to find this place teeming with people.  I guess it’s because you always see a picture of this quiet mountain with it’s carved Presidents so stern and majestic.  I certainly wasn’t expecting this:

But that’s silly because this is obviously a tourist destination and not a desolate forest area haha.

Anyway, it also turns out you have to pay to get in but you can only pay cash.  (WTF.)  We didn’t have any so the nice man just let us in for some reason.  It’s good to be an American?

Here is sort of a close up shot of Mount Rushmore.  Can you even imagine that someone painstakingly DID that?

I mean look at that detail?!  How can you even tell if you’re doing a good job?

Here is Kristyn doing an obligatory pose in front of Mount Rushmore, natch. Isn’t she the cutest?

And here’s my fathead posing with our Nation’s forefathers.

I’ve included a picture of the soda machine at Mount Rushmore for two reasons:

1) It made me giggle at the time.

2) I figured it’s kind of a curiosity.  I feel like it’s akin to wearing a tshirt with your own picture on it (which I have done before and totally do not judge as a life choice).

After that, we drove into Nebraska.  We wanted to cover as much ground as possible to keep on track, especially since we took so much time sightseeing.  In reality, we probably only took about an hour or so sightseeing total but we DID take a detour to get to Mount Rushmore.

Oh AND, remember how I told you that I would tell you something about Buffalo?  We saw one REALLY up close.  We got kind of lost in the woods around Mount Rushmore and ended up on sort of a rural road.  We didn’t see the Buffalo until we were right up upon it.  It was standing on the left side of the road.  A motorcyclist passed within three feet of it and swerved screaming.  We did the same.  The reasons for swerving and screaming around the Buffalo are:

1) They are like six feet tall (at least in my mind they are) and like HUNDREDS OF POUNDS.

2) Therefore they can probably kill you with their MIND if they want to.

3) There are hysterical signs everywhere warning you about your life expectancy should you encounter and piss off a Buffalo.

4) These hysterical signs tell you that in no uncertain terms, you are on Buffalo Property and if you do something to make them kill you, you are on your goddamn own because you have been warned.

That being said, ENTERING NEBRASKA!

See that sign above and the one below?  That’s Nebraska.  Open fields and flat land everywhere.  Nothing around.  Well at least where we were.  We kind of goofed and took what we thought was a highway (and was according to our maps).  It was actually like a SERIOUSLY RURAL AND DESOLATE country road.  Never. Doing. That. Again.  So terrifying.  When I say there was nothing, there was NOTHING.  No houses, no gas stations, no phones…just empty fields.  Now here’s the predicament:

1) The sun is going down.

2) We don’t know where we are.

3) Will we have enough gas to get to wherever it is we’re going? (a side note: we tried to set up hotels in advance but it logistically didn’t work because we could plan to get somewhere in time but what if we didn’t make it and ended up paying for the night in that hotel because we couldn’t cancel until the last minute?)

4) We’re in a rural area so our phones have dropped cellular and internet service.

We were really scared and pretty screwed.  We, for some reason, thought we were getting on a highway that was a more direct route to “somewhere”.  Because in NJ, when you turn off a major artery like the Parkway, there are always a lot of populated alternative routes to drive on.  BIG MISTAKE.  HUGE.

On this road you see below?  We saw a town that you could actually SEE COMING.  A cluster of houses with a sign that told you the population.  The population?  18.  Yes 18.  18 people.  And honestly I doubt that shit.  It was so abandoned looking.  And like Christine pointed out, you KNOW every single one of those bastards probably owns a gun.

But that isn’t even the crazy thing.  The crazy thing is that we came upon another town.  It had a sign that read “Population 1”.  I didn’t take a picture because I didn’t want to stick around.  I’m not trying to be city-dweller biased against country dwellers because I grew up spending my summers in Upstate NY where it is pretty damn rural.  I have nothing but love for the rural life.  But Population 1 just chills a bitch to the bone.  You KNOW that if a town has one person in it and they advertise it as such, it is because that person WANTS it that way.  Motion is not denied.

We eventually came upon a really cute little town that was not freaky at all. I guess they considered themselves a city because the rates for the hotels were outrageous for such a backwater. I could spend the same and get a cheap room in LA or NYC. But we found a clean place that I cannot for the life of me find pictures of. Shame too because it was one of our better rooms. It had a motel door opening but the room itself was gorg. The animals loved it and it was so comfortable. We were so tired and so hungry and full of adrenaline for being scared for so long that we were just excited to get the funk out of the car. We went across the street and got subs from Subway and housed them. We called our parents and siblings and friends to tell them we were definitely not dead. We gave the cats baths and clipped their nails after days of sweating in the car. We figured they would probably appreciate it once it was overwith and we were right. Everyone was snug as a bug in a rug and we were just happy not to be stuck on the side of the road in the dark.

Day Twenty-one

Okay again I can’t talk because we’re playing Harry Potter Lego. We just started book three! Um what I WILL tell you about today though was that it was sort of “All work and no play makes Coleen a dull girl.” Lots of stupid phone calls and paperwork. Call to LA Housing. Call to federal school loan lender. Call to CA tax takers. Call to job counselor. Another phone call with another job counselor. Websites. Paperwork. Wrong paperwork. Confusion. And then Buffy for one hour and then Kristyn came home thank gawd.

Hey look at that I told you everything anyway. So. Boring. Even in the retelling. Question: Would you choose to he immortal if tax day came once a month?

I leave you to chew over that question while beholding THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD!!!

Ahem. No let’s try that again. I give you…THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD!!!

That’s better. Gnite!

Day Nineteen

Today we have a lightening round of photos. I’d call them bonus but there are just so many.

This first one is an out-take from earlier today. I believe this is what I changed INTO to make the man at the door regard me as sane persons. The pose is supposed to reflect befuddlement. I sent it to my sister because I was trying to look up bridesmaid dresses with sleeves and kept getting transferred to LDS Bridal websites which I didn’t even know was a thing. Also you saw the one I actually sent Christine in the “Piggy Bitch” post WHICH after hours of quiet contemplation (not really), I realised was because I

a) called myself a piggy on here on Saturday
b) have a pretty liberal policy on the word bitch in terms of “words I do and don’t use up in here”

THIS one is in response to a picture that my friend Silvia texted me of my friend Don all covered in duct tape to make a dress form. Don inspired me to make one and I texted back with m’tape! Also, this outfit is close to what I had on when the guy knocked on the door only my bangs were involved in the headband making me exhibit mad potato head.

And this one was taken approximately ten minutes ago. We just got back from a show at the Echoplex. Kristyn’s covering two bands from New Brunswick, NJ! La Sera and The Screaming Females! This time Nina (who works with Kristyn and whose house we went to for Thanksgiving) took Kristyn by the hand and pressed two pairs of ear plugs into her paw. Our ears might have been ringing all damn week from the Babies show but Nina’s eyes must have been ringing from our constant dramatic Facebook updates regarding the status of our ears. Thank you Nina!!! Seriously, SO so much better. Sometimes you really need someone to lead you to water haha.

Here is Kristyn, fast asleep. But…

…then you find out she is a faker!!!! I took the first picture and gave it to her to look at. She felt her clasped hands looked like two different people’s hands and demanded a reshoot. She told me that as the (cellphone) photographer it was my duty to tell her when things are looking good.

So I just let her settle down into a dreamy sleep state look and then screamed, “Lookin good!”

So then I let her calm down again and screamed, “Really! You’ve never looked better!” We did this for a very long time.

Then I gave Kristyn the phone to select her photo and she went with the sleepy one. She told me specifically NOT to mention that her hands look like two different people’s hands clasped together. And so I won’t!

Day Ten

I am not really feeling well today. I wrote up a list of to-do’s and then sat at my computer all day watching the Jersey Shore. I did feed the animals, straighten up, shower, cleaned out my makeup bag (loooooong overdue, especially since I accidentally dumped an entire container of powder into it by accident last week) and organized my purse. I also printed out an important document and started filling it out. *sigh* I just didn’t do the things I really wanted to do and so now I feel like a slacker. I always feel like if I had ONE place to organize all of my thoughts, I’d be better off. In case you haven’t noticed, I like to write stuff down and keep track of things. I carry two notebooks with me wherever I go. One is for notes and general info. I use it whenever I need to write down a phone number or write down a confirmation number or just anything really. It’s REALLY insanely helpful. The other one is a book of to do lists. This one is really helpful too. The PROBLEM with this one is that there isn’t a calendar in there to write stuff down for future dates. I really need a planner. I was going a thousand miles a minute before Christmas when all the jobs dried up. No one is in the office in this industry between Christmas and New Year’s. And I know from my experience both in entertainment and publishing that the first week back is basically for catching up. So no interviews and nowhere to go which makes me feel like I’m still on vacation (though I am applying to what jobs are posted). This would be find if I had nothing to do but I HAVE things to do and deadlines for things that I’m not on top of because for all intents and purposes, I have no sense of time since I have nowhere to be ever. It sounds like fun but it’s mostly a guilt spiral because I can never relax because there is always something I SHOULD be doing but just can’t seem to get myself to do. I need some kind of structure. On top of the notes book and the to do list book, I keep a goals book. I don’t write in this every day. I write in it like every other month or so, sometimes more or less frequently. Well actually I read my goals, date the ones I’ve achieved, cancel the ones I don’t care about anymore or add notes about progress where necessary. THEN I write my goals down. It’s just a way of keeping track of what I want in my life, both short and long-term. I just had ANOTHER idea for notebook a little while ago though. I need to start an inspiration journal that’s just filled with creative ideas. I have a LOT of creative projects always going on. Some get abandoned because I come up with something else I want to pursue. It’s hard to keep track. I think this one would be good because it would be just fun. Either write lists of inspirations or sketch ideas. I had been kicking the idea of keeping an art journal around but I know it’s something I won’t keep up with. I think making an inspiration journal kind of rounds that idea out a bit. Anyway, I gotta go do some stuff and I’m babbling anyway.

P.S. It’s a few hours later and Kristyn got home, let me talk her ear off, helped me straighten up some and then fell asleep on the couch. I’m watching the last episode of Buffy where things come to a head with Glory. Without any further ado, here is Kristyn’s sleepyhead.