LE BREAK c'est fini pour maintenant

ugh. it is finished for CA. now i have to deal with tests...my horrible, purely academic world. i have nothing to offer you for entertainment purposes. sorry.

slapdash encounters>fantasy of you

this is some motherfucing horrible deja vu right heerrr. well, i'm taking a break from the atrocious california college applications. i'm just working on the "personal statements", the tortuous element that begs to prove you're worthy of participating in the educational system. i don't know what i've been up to; everything is, like...the same thing over and over and over and over. like a monkey with a miniature cymbal...i am sooo sick of my class schedule and the routine. i know, haven't been running this shit in foreva. i'm trying to be quick with this...(mmm, that's what he said) since i gotta get back to work: i like french cheeses (oh, since that first day in paris with les gaffres..) esp. boursin and brie, i've reached the realization that i am a fashion and/or beauty whore (oh god, the little boy inside me throws up a lot every time i think about this), i keep my right hand hi (a la ici for kid sister), ehmm...i'm also binging on sweet things, and the issue of sex always comes up. fucking always.

All work and no play. Makes me A

there is too much to do this month. applications galore! i think universities are my priority, but i would very much like to finish the one for teaching in korea (ah, yes, i get paid and i can travel around asia!). it's for six months.
for some obscure reason i am totally into metalocalypse. i don't know why. i like the gore and the voice acting, maybe. i like toki. i'm scared of murderface. i'm liking the adult swim with the full episodes of seasons 1 at the moment. i can't fully understand why i recently find this show so appealing. i don't really like metal, i guess. ehh.
music that i'm totally into: jazz. The dave brubeck, the charles mingus, the john coltrane, the miles davis, the max roach. Also some, uh, "indie" stuff as it were: freelance whales, surfer blood & local natives. hmmmm.
there isn't really any other things worth writing...i'm liking this one guy in my art history class, but it's a lecture-like setting with a whole shitload of people and...how the hell am i gonna be getting to know him with that going on? i don't even know his name (at least i found out grant at the ucsc)! i'm smitten with the fact that he looks like alex turner and dresses rather nicely (casual and composed in a semi-sophisticate way). i'd very much like him.
this must surely be the eclectic and incoherent.
i'm thinking about changing the colour scheme or something soon; also considering streamlining this blog into featuring topics that are age and gender appropriate since i've been browsing other things...
or not.
all i really want to do is go to ny. and stay there until i die somewhere in europe.

slummed On that, oh Henry V.

it's high time i make this project productive. it's been neglected!! what would blog protective services do if they knew??
all right. i've been 21 for, uh, two weeks now, i think, and i've had my four wisdom teeth extracted (yes, the pain is still there and.. there are giant gaps in my gums...) and that's the gist of what's been going on in my life! i suppose i should mention that i've taken to my erudite habits by studying italiano, i swear i know more of it than spanish. ehh. oh! exciting, exciting: new season of the venture bros. i didn't really understand that little counter thing that kept popping up with the $ thing, but, i got it and how it was all memento-fied (like the movie with guy pearce). I AM SMITTEN with HANK VENTURE and his LONG UNKEMPT HAIR. His improved wardrobe, including Brock's shearling lined jean jacket, and choice of reading material--marvel issue #1..comics in general are just the coke lines on my glass coffee table. Since i couldn't find a decent picture of his new look, i present to you this equally cute picture which includes dean.

i also watched district b-13 (thank you, old time magazine). it's a french movie set in the kinda mostly dystopian near future with government corruption and nuclear weapons of sorts. lots of parkour. reminded me a little of mirror's edge. sooo..i discovered monsieur david belle. he is the founder of parkour (ok. that i just found out). look at him when he was a young 'un.

oh my gush. kwwwwuuuutte flash forward...

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i don't care how small those pictures are...i mean, you can search for the same stuff should you become entranced with this character.

what i'm listening to a lot of: dave brubek, music from shaft performed by Soul Mann & the Brothers (the theme is awesome), and the smoke. suck on that.

it's not really my party

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actually, it's my birthday today. that's about it. you can expect dining out with people and..yeah. Maybe someone will give me money and say something they think is nice. whatever. there was this bitch who said the most atrocious thing, thinking i wouldn't fucking understand. jeeeezz.
i bet you're all excited that i can legally buy alcohol and cigarettes at the same time. Whatevers.
Here is the general feeling for today along performed bya band i simply can't get enough of:

oh my tod

it's, like...right for the occasion. since you're not giving me any presents, or really wishing me anything, i'll give back to you for the fucking heck of it.
i'm that nice. maybe.

feelin' FINE

it's one week until my birthday. what shit.
i've discovered that i can no longer apply for winter semester/quarter at university--i guess i misunderstood the deadline. probably also since i didn't delve into the website to get more information. i feel like an idiot. however, this gives me the option to reevaluate where i want to go (nyc is my first choice regarding location, the only question is will i get in? next is berkley then l.a.).
i have no idea what the fuck i'm gonna be doing after this semester. i'd like to eventually be hired or intern or something to get out of this garish place. it continues to suck the life out of me. my number one choice for interning is the aiu thing in london or paris (only in the summer)...but it's more about money then and i'm not too sure i'll have any/much left should i continue my school shit here.
looking back, i gotta helluva lotta regrets. i never fucking shoulda gone to ucsc...i have no pride so it wouldn't have fucking mattered if i went to a goddamn uc. shit. i'm overly spiteful. this is even more of the worst i've ever had. my god, if there is such a thing.
the only thing i'm proud of regarding the last few days is my diligence in completing some stuff to send in.
i apologise for the ranting here. my speculation is that no one really reads this or if one should stumble in this page, has the inclination to read any of the posts. i don't know what to do, but i want to travel like my life depended on it. while looking cute and pretty. forever transient. there isn't anything else anyone can do to fix it.

proceeding classiness; yes, it goes over

there is no reason for this one. like most others that start out this way and end up on an all too specific subject that has been bugging me for a long time. i feel there has to be something since i haven't said anything in a bit. well, i've been readin' some graphic novels, the spirit and watchmen respectively, and finding odd, almost scary connections with their general plots in relation to my science class. i don't know why nor do i wish to express the similarities at the moment.

genuinely despondent. ahhh..well. i can't say otherwise. i need to get over this grand scheme of protraction.