had to do something and forgot about this. as usual when faults become ironic in the back of the book im reading it says the opposite of this. normally its attractive but today im feeling greedy. that's why im acknowledging errands. topics to satisfy a n energetic you:
who saw britneys documentary and nearly cried?
be honest,
ill be.
i felt her heart and ate my own.
im not embarrassed to say anything except that i love her.
mom called me on christmas and i felt like i was living through the phone cords. i was really calm until finding out that praxis was with jeffrey at the movies watcing that brad pitt film., and i almost cried out of jealousy. as always it ends when shes with that guy and i'm not.
happy three kings.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
feel bad for me and dont even think about anything else ,,
yesterday after stealing grained twisted vanilla sugar like the pepper we use to have at home i ran. i was running after Alberto wanting to jump on his back in the midst of a caffeine spree from spains natural best cafe con leches. i hit one of those stupid metal things that stick up out of nowhere to seperate the sidewalks from the street and fell on my face in front of twenty million cristmas shoppers with kids who seemed to have a lot of spirit while watching me lay loudly.. thats all im feeling right now. real pain. and then you know what happened. i lost my camera.
but nothings that bad. had a good sushi party inmy flat yesterday.
and this is proof:
but nothings that bad. had a good sushi party inmy flat yesterday.
and this is proof:
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
to the husband i've always wanted:
one of the many things to put under the notch of all the things i can do either on a bedpost and or belt:
not only am i good at making things from scratch but i can turn a simple crepe into a halfly kebab own creation filled with many many's master piece. if you want a piece of this then you'll want a piece of me.
who knows anything about christmas and what im going to finally do today?
YOU SAID IT..
christmas card galore, with elenor, vintage cafe? you're invited for the ride if you dare to compete with me. hey miko if you read this give me a sign becaue i want some more of that fresh music. that "koka kora" shit you've been brewing up. like a catalog. im here waiting. very cold today but on a good day you get to feel this. when sitting on my couch and not really eating:
not only am i good at making things from scratch but i can turn a simple crepe into a halfly kebab own creation filled with many many's master piece. if you want a piece of this then you'll want a piece of me.
who knows anything about christmas and what im going to finally do today?
YOU SAID IT..
christmas card galore, with elenor, vintage cafe? you're invited for the ride if you dare to compete with me. hey miko if you read this give me a sign becaue i want some more of that fresh music. that "koka kora" shit you've been brewing up. like a catalog. im here waiting. very cold today but on a good day you get to feel this. when sitting on my couch and not really eating:
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
on the other side of my left nose. this is what goes on:
looking out my window right now feeling good about relaxing in the living room for once. its a nice feeling that i only get during morning s starting rituals with afrian chocolate black tea in my new mug. and i'm writing shit.
lets get down to business.
i won't lie to you when i say i haven't been up to par with all the promised christmas cards that you'd imagine to be made on a regular basis with a factory contraption thousands a little splashes of paint running all over my fingers and there's nothing like a hot shower after that. the thing is i haven't been as busy as I've forced myself to think though I've been feeling conceptually tired. I'm dead water stagnant. life- less. invisible. all because I'm a little sick with this mountain of snot clogging my noses regular formality. and you know i got the whole bones aching going on. but when i smell chocolate at least for a second i feel absolutely better. if someone could get me a fountain or a life time endless finger snapping elf who can make me all the caramel machiatos, or hot chocolate with pandesal kinda thing. i d be set i know it.
irene's making something smeelling like that right now.
and i noticed:
some days i feel really good about being a teacher.
yesterday for example the kids got really into this sporadic game i made up. those eight year olds just jump on anything that has to do with points a competition and a self made winner. so they drew these things on the black board and i make them write the name of whatever they were drawing in english and it got real exciting. Sergio won with his entire marine life huge mural learning things like dolphin island orca. and on,.. twnety three points.
take a look caca's:
lets get down to business.
i won't lie to you when i say i haven't been up to par with all the promised christmas cards that you'd imagine to be made on a regular basis with a factory contraption thousands a little splashes of paint running all over my fingers and there's nothing like a hot shower after that. the thing is i haven't been as busy as I've forced myself to think though I've been feeling conceptually tired. I'm dead water stagnant. life- less. invisible. all because I'm a little sick with this mountain of snot clogging my noses regular formality. and you know i got the whole bones aching going on. but when i smell chocolate at least for a second i feel absolutely better. if someone could get me a fountain or a life time endless finger snapping elf who can make me all the caramel machiatos, or hot chocolate with pandesal kinda thing. i d be set i know it.
irene's making something smeelling like that right now.
and i noticed:
some days i feel really good about being a teacher.
yesterday for example the kids got really into this sporadic game i made up. those eight year olds just jump on anything that has to do with points a competition and a self made winner. so they drew these things on the black board and i make them write the name of whatever they were drawing in english and it got real exciting. Sergio won with his entire marine life huge mural learning things like dolphin island orca. and on,.. twnety three points.
take a look caca's:
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
FIRST READ THIS:
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/34198?utm_source=Distributed&utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&utm_campaign=Widgets
ken, the thing is this:
it would've been utterly rude and demeaning of me to simply ignore your well sought out attempt of trying to help me understand the differences between the men in europe and the ones laid ashore back home. a merely disappointing article. annoying with points of amusement though once shared with the following madrileno and prime time roman seductioionist me and him met on clear grounds with our views on outsiders stupidity. i cant call myself anything but I've been on enough swooning dates to last twenty years worth of tuna cans.
a little girl can run into disney land and almost die from its gripping attempt to catch her in and eat her like a ball rolling down a hill for ten hours. this can happen for three months and she wont be bored as shes sliding through a new land with offers. included:. instead of seeing ugly strangers all day shes captivated with the huge ears of dumbo and gets to ride on top of a mountain while feeling dizzy after sitting through circular motioned moving teacups. my point is that you can send any american to europe and simply by its lack of modern effort, ancient bricks and tassels --immediately LOVE prevails. men can find some unable though sometimes able foreigner a little appealing depending on the size shape and overall package. it should be the same here as it is anywhere else but the difference i think is the depth. in any sense there's guys who are all the same molded into their natural forced womanizing ways just as there are ones who find something special and know some things special willingly enough to share it with a little someone who manages to snag some attention for a well worth while. the deal of difference is really nothing. because of the environment european men are surrounded by whether its there mother's tight leash and lack of need for rebellion or the fact that they're these old rebuilt ruins everywhere. though, i think, it could be the fact that they know the map, geography something that most americans gripe with---kidding-- the style of life is homier, and can that make a man more romantic and inclined to take the ten extra steps to swoon you off your feet? maybe. im sure it depends on the father. jk im sure it depends on his motives, im sure it depends on the nature of things. on the person in any case they are as i can simply tell much more polite. respectable, even in their way to pick you up and take you over... maybe its just that it works. they buy you drinks easily enough to lay the cards out for you.
Ive been tallying the differences between madrid and SF so far noticing the lights, here remaining in an exact almost romantic almost misty dim shade. low clouds as to imagine oneself touching the skys ceiling while only moving an inch. the metro and buses are very clean as opposed to the shit we ride filled with trash and old bitten spit out seeds. the old women with their fur coats run everywhere and sometimes give you this ranged look of disapproval . depending on the area the moood is different. i think the madrilenos left here have high standards of life. they relax when wanting to relax and they work when times permitted. through many conversation i've noticed how degrading america looks from europe's point of view. most people are damply into visiting new york though no one rests interested in our politics and way of living. i dont know if way of living can even be defined nor do i know enough to speak about anything factual , but im just thinking about all these things and here i feel more embraced less cold and yesterday it was actually snowing.
but i couldnt really write about this. becuas e i'm not a guy nor fully european. but here's a real life version of what a real euro moving man thinks:
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/34198?utm_source=Distributed&utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&utm_campaign=Widgets
ken, the thing is this:
it would've been utterly rude and demeaning of me to simply ignore your well sought out attempt of trying to help me understand the differences between the men in europe and the ones laid ashore back home. a merely disappointing article. annoying with points of amusement though once shared with the following madrileno and prime time roman seductioionist me and him met on clear grounds with our views on outsiders stupidity. i cant call myself anything but I've been on enough swooning dates to last twenty years worth of tuna cans.
a little girl can run into disney land and almost die from its gripping attempt to catch her in and eat her like a ball rolling down a hill for ten hours. this can happen for three months and she wont be bored as shes sliding through a new land with offers. included:. instead of seeing ugly strangers all day shes captivated with the huge ears of dumbo and gets to ride on top of a mountain while feeling dizzy after sitting through circular motioned moving teacups. my point is that you can send any american to europe and simply by its lack of modern effort, ancient bricks and tassels --immediately LOVE prevails. men can find some unable though sometimes able foreigner a little appealing depending on the size shape and overall package. it should be the same here as it is anywhere else but the difference i think is the depth. in any sense there's guys who are all the same molded into their natural forced womanizing ways just as there are ones who find something special and know some things special willingly enough to share it with a little someone who manages to snag some attention for a well worth while. the deal of difference is really nothing. because of the environment european men are surrounded by whether its there mother's tight leash and lack of need for rebellion or the fact that they're these old rebuilt ruins everywhere. though, i think, it could be the fact that they know the map, geography something that most americans gripe with---kidding-- the style of life is homier, and can that make a man more romantic and inclined to take the ten extra steps to swoon you off your feet? maybe. im sure it depends on the father. jk im sure it depends on his motives, im sure it depends on the nature of things. on the person in any case they are as i can simply tell much more polite. respectable, even in their way to pick you up and take you over... maybe its just that it works. they buy you drinks easily enough to lay the cards out for you.
Ive been tallying the differences between madrid and SF so far noticing the lights, here remaining in an exact almost romantic almost misty dim shade. low clouds as to imagine oneself touching the skys ceiling while only moving an inch. the metro and buses are very clean as opposed to the shit we ride filled with trash and old bitten spit out seeds. the old women with their fur coats run everywhere and sometimes give you this ranged look of disapproval . depending on the area the moood is different. i think the madrilenos left here have high standards of life. they relax when wanting to relax and they work when times permitted. through many conversation i've noticed how degrading america looks from europe's point of view. most people are damply into visiting new york though no one rests interested in our politics and way of living. i dont know if way of living can even be defined nor do i know enough to speak about anything factual , but im just thinking about all these things and here i feel more embraced less cold and yesterday it was actually snowing.
but i couldnt really write about this. becuas e i'm not a guy nor fully european. but here's a real life version of what a real euro moving man thinks:
Next topic: What about us, what about "Euromantics"?
Mmm... I'm seeing a new point of view.
Obviously, everything depends on the culture, the way of living, the clichés. Taking this into account, let's go for it:
An american woman coming to Europe might be subconsciously thirsty of mediterranean sunbathed men talking with a whispering exotic accent they don't even understand while having a typical food which is not McDonalds under the lights of a picturesque terrace in a hidden little old street ten minutes away from a 500 years old monument created by the guy's ancesters.
I know I'm exagerating, but like South Park does - have I ever talked about that show? - this exagerations are in the end slight distorted portraits of REAL things. Ok?
Europe, physically, historically, with it's charming cities, seems a very beautiful place where the most magical dates can happen, where "making love in the sea while watching the lights of Barcelona" seems to sound better than "fucking in a car in front of the San Francisco bridge".
That girl wasn't right. We're obviously different because we've raised influenced by these cities' shapes and by these old countries histories which maybe America doesn't have the same way, but I'm sure if she had met an american guy living in Rome for the past 2 years he would have behaved the same way, taken her to the same spots, trattorias...
I don't believe in national clichés. I don't know too many american guys: Joe from Oregon seemed to be an American Pie like guy. Ken seems to be more of an intelectual guy.
I don't believe in national clichés. That bitch was judging a whole culture which was never owned specifically by the single guys she met. She was assigning them all the good things of something which is not individual.
Ken, don't worry, being "european" the way you think is not just a number on a passport. It's only on your personal behaviour. Euromen may just take profit of the enviroment. So, why wouldn't you be able to do the same thing?
Who's romantic is romantic, here and in China.
...
P.D.: Interesting Films: Leolo, Delicatessen.
...
Good night.
And to show you my proud for Europe is not incompatible with my respect for North America, I will tell you, this good music wouldn't exist with the US. There's things we sometimes forget, and we shouldn't.
Family guy
Woody Allen
The simpsons
Europe surviving two World Wars without speaking german
Bob Dylan
Bruce Springsteen
South Park
The Strokes
Marvin Gaye
Kubrick
Kings of Leon
Hollywood's good movies
Platters
Salinger
Capote
Marilyn Monroe
Warhol
Edison
Lincoln
Kennedy,
F.S.Fitzgerald,
Poe,
G. W. Bush -well, maybe not this one-
the Olsen twins (...)
The A Team
All the contemporary poets you love
Art movements in California which mostly are hipsters with moustaches and modern clothes, but sometimes really light a new thing.
ßilly Wilder in America
Hitchcock filming in America
Indie groups
Kings of Leon
Kings of Convenience
Porn
...
Un beso Carla,
Sigue aprendiendo español.
Te quiere,
Alberto le Charlatán.
EuroProud Spanish Poet Mayoral Dry Castellano
Thursday, November 27, 2008
formally announcing anew feeling of home:
-yesterday morning picking up my boxes turned to be a far longer in take than most.
-i'm fighting with cereal in the same way im fighting with time.
- someone tell me if leaving your laptop in the bathroom while showering is a bad idea.
i have most of my early possessions from home. i say most because i noticed the pieces praxis managed to snag. notice in her pictures a gray real savvy made by jigsaw masterpiece of a sweater shirt. notice my french connection black cheeath print circularly bought two years ago though still mating.its a warm warm long sleeved im everything i want to be sweater.its on her body, on all her photos. you know what. it doesnt nearly bother me as much as never seeing my carefully drawn on white converse. or ten year old onitsukas splashed with plenty long running memories in the gym . its not a big deal as i have something better. its called pride. no its ccallled eleven jackets, seventeen pairs of pants, fresh black converse, a large amount of socks. and more which i will encouragingly not mention. though still mentioning what i got isnt as important as what ive made. and this is when it gets sappy.
self realization s:
does this mean im never coming back? well maybe. unless a multimillion tempting offer takes place im stuck to the walls of madrids raspy callings.
-i'm fighting with cereal in the same way im fighting with time.
- someone tell me if leaving your laptop in the bathroom while showering is a bad idea.
i have most of my early possessions from home. i say most because i noticed the pieces praxis managed to snag. notice in her pictures a gray real savvy made by jigsaw masterpiece of a sweater shirt. notice my french connection black cheeath print circularly bought two years ago though still mating.its a warm warm long sleeved im everything i want to be sweater.its on her body, on all her photos. you know what. it doesnt nearly bother me as much as never seeing my carefully drawn on white converse. or ten year old onitsukas splashed with plenty long running memories in the gym . its not a big deal as i have something better. its called pride. no its ccallled eleven jackets, seventeen pairs of pants, fresh black converse, a large amount of socks. and more which i will encouragingly not mention. though still mentioning what i got isnt as important as what ive made. and this is when it gets sappy.
self realization s:
does this mean im never coming back? well maybe. unless a multimillion tempting offer takes place im stuck to the walls of madrids raspy callings.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
get yourself some holiday pussy.
give me your address and ill give you some fun--- a christmas card. one of a kind. high quality.
i'm serious, place here, and if you're a pussy about it send via email. mightimows@gmail.com
no spam.
i'm serious, place here, and if you're a pussy about it send via email. mightimows@gmail.com
no spam.
i'm filled with it looking like a glee "ing" glow stick.
do you know what i'm looking at? RIGHT IN FRONT of me lays the very well ultra savvy most important little rectangle hard plastic of my life. today yes, im saying it , i managed to acquire my spanish ID. DNI. and i feel like im a staple-- a real something.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
FINALLY I'M HERE I'M HERE---- IN FOR THE TAKING.
I keep forgetting about this. For the meantime I can talk about twelve things thatve been eating my ass in the most peculiar way. First I wanted to comment on my new worlds abundance filled with drizzle and theme. Theme is moving passports being mailed to my name as if they were some stolen religion. If you sent me fake tickets to rome then know that I’m coming . Im only talking figuratively or for a weekend or two. Type two : I made profit of my day and something that I realized is I’m better off learning English from anyone who s a non American, I say this becuas e i now say phrases like “it’s a shit” and I’m really good at using that line and spreading oil all over it. If you want to know more about the English I’m teaching THEN you should know that at times I’m forced to make everything up. A bird can do my job which means it’s very difficult. “Why am I posting all these pictures on facebook, how can I talk about it. What’s going on here carla. Have you become cool , yesterday in areia upon running into big torti I realized this. Wait, what,? Was this one of the first times you realized your popularity.” This is an example of how I don’t think. Don’t worry fans. Im stil verry humble. Just looking for some compliments: insert here----_____--.
Who wants to see pictures of my new flat? Well too bad im not showing you. I’ve made a video instead. Though when telling tati and explaining the idea and concept behind mtv’s cribs the Italian blow up real life white haired doll, couldn’t stop with her exploding "carla you’re an idiot" laughter. Will I post the video? I don’t know I don’t know,, see, I feel stupid now. Did I make one? The answer is yes I made four. Not from vanity but from lack of memory space and old picture non deletion. You don’t know how hard it is to write without a p . death in a nutt. Shit.
Who wants to see pictures of my new flat? Well too bad im not showing you. I’ve made a video instead. Though when telling tati and explaining the idea and concept behind mtv’s cribs the Italian blow up real life white haired doll, couldn’t stop with her exploding "carla you’re an idiot" laughter. Will I post the video? I don’t know I don’t know,, see, I feel stupid now. Did I make one? The answer is yes I made four. Not from vanity but from lack of memory space and old picture non deletion. You don’t know how hard it is to write without a p . death in a nutt. Shit.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
under newness
so far i have one follower: found in the physics section of mission high he returns to me through such a distance--my biggest fan. this i can digest, one large dedication. i promise you that class was always exctiing, primarily speaking about yearbook's younger years..at this age twelve months passing and for my case four, really makes the difference.
how is that going anyways?
who took my postions, where's the new chief?
im in my own flat. its not my own entirely but i pay enough to claim half of it. sharring the other with irene the only madrilenha left in town. now with arriba gone i can only see some between times, passing by, moving through the cold streets and metro. has everyone migrated to the left? this can not be.
im lying.
cant stop dreaming about the fresh muffins found in the cafe just up the street -walk for a couple of minutes and you can get you own juice made, what is better. tell me. grocery shopping, i want something from trader joes. i want some pomegranite honest tea. i want some american to eat my face. some american thing. like dried mangos dipped in spicy. like tony's shrimp curry made with naan.like the tenderloin indian food made by moody makers unliklely to smile when your asking for extra sauce. like all the bad moods coming forward. like a big big big big big bowl of cereal just laying in the pantry upstairs, always waiting ten big boxes always milk always something.
shit
its so different when youre alone, at times, its nice to jump on some tendencies that a forgetful fast paced mover always over passes.
how is that going anyways?
who took my postions, where's the new chief?
im in my own flat. its not my own entirely but i pay enough to claim half of it. sharring the other with irene the only madrilenha left in town. now with arriba gone i can only see some between times, passing by, moving through the cold streets and metro. has everyone migrated to the left? this can not be.
im lying.
cant stop dreaming about the fresh muffins found in the cafe just up the street -walk for a couple of minutes and you can get you own juice made, what is better. tell me. grocery shopping, i want something from trader joes. i want some pomegranite honest tea. i want some american to eat my face. some american thing. like dried mangos dipped in spicy. like tony's shrimp curry made with naan.like the tenderloin indian food made by moody makers unliklely to smile when your asking for extra sauce. like all the bad moods coming forward. like a big big big big big bowl of cereal just laying in the pantry upstairs, always waiting ten big boxes always milk always something.
shit
its so different when youre alone, at times, its nice to jump on some tendencies that a forgetful fast paced mover always over passes.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
STILL LOOKING FOR A FLAT? TAKE A BREAK AND LOOK AT THIS
im writing you in the middle of the urge of having to shit and other things that i will not list here due to a visit from an unfriendly boner. iw rite to you everyday you just cant see it. i dont know what to do with all these pleasant messages their trapped in my japanese ritmo notebook. i spent a dollar on it in t his store in daily city. its a real cool place filled with real japanese imported products all costing no more than five bitches--bucks. the pens for example are UN BEL I E V A BLE. do you know what that word means , its a big word meant for winners...
i wil answer all you mens GQ questions in the following message. this is just an intro to get the part y started.
first of, obviously, i miss you. your hairy butt, your hairy chest your hariy legs scrapping my body like a rug pushing to get in. maybe theres no hair on this keyboard but typing on it reminds me of the nice people that ive been thinking about for longer than a while. yes, i find some benefits in keeping you around. one. ] im able to talk to someone with no interruptions, with pure intentional listening. for a change its nice. for change is something....
i think that letters are meant for letters. so form this as my original opinion.this is the point to state one thing: i will differentiate my letters with my emails, with my internet activity messages on any social networking blog posting. words on actual paper written with an actual hand derive from a different brain cell. consider this the next time your thinking and actually mail me something glittery. obviously, this i smy new fantasy,. im more than really into it and will hit the favor back.
things need to stay with what their made of.
ill tell you about my night:
i dont know why but i choose to tell you everythinhg. all the time. everyday so here we go:
dans and mias party at dans boss's house real weird in the full sense of the word and zec got too drunk that he pulled my legs down as i was stirring the key into the hole to get inside home--finally. tati didnt want to party, she needed a break. this i understand -neither did i but last night was Halloween and without moving sleepings just silly. plus currently i have no one to rest at home with. so its easier, met a dj. his name is pronounced "me-high" its michael in a language, i cant remember the name of. i think im a better dj than him because i was like ok ok play the boo boo song play the BOO BOOsong. i mean its halloween. and yet nothing. i understand a couple things: i know that djs hate requests and i know that djs hate being told what to do by anyone with the name of carla uriarte. but shit , sometimes you just gotta scream like you don't give a fuck. it was better tha n the stupid girl wanting to hear tina turner. quickly for a second there a died.
and now to answer your questions:
Ten Questions Men want to Know about Carla Uriarte.
(extract from the "MAN" Magazine, Spanish Version, Octobre 31st 2008)
1. When did you write that comment on your blog answering "Linda", before you knew it had been me who had written it, or after?
before. know that you got me there, it's a rare commodity so eat it and chew it for a while--- preferably thirty times like the Japanese. actually after realizing it was you i wrote something like you piece of shit..though due to my absent minded refusal to log in, it never made network..
2. When you say Aguicate, you mean Aguacate? jaja
aguacate. thats the last time you make fun of my spanish,.
3. How can you make "burping" an art?
well letting it out is expressing yourself, isnt that what arts about?
4. Our journalists have made a little research about your life back in San Francisco. We've been ashtonished by a photo of you on a train, in the subway. Is there subway in San Francisco?
ha, what a question. IS THERE A SUBWAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME. yes, these subways are called muni. also the parallel to cercanias is BART/ we're just as advanced as spain carinho. the muni onsists of the J M N T L and maybe i cant remember the name. also theres an F which runs on the street looking like this:
F TRAIN LINK
5. Simeone, one of our specialists on "Gay things", caught one of our reporters, Alberto Le Jerk, watching that photo of you in the metro, where you look like a girl to dream of. Did you knew he said you were "carina", with a gayly accent? It sounded like music in our ears.
TELL HIM I LOVE HIM.
6. What's the secret of life? Please, tell our readers.
eating, thinking about eating. making big meals for big training days. dodging bullets named linda, jk. is this really viewable from google? you kill me.
7. There's a photo of this man in many corners of Rome.
http://images.google.it/images?sourceid=navclient&hl=it&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4ADBF_itIT257IT258&q=padre%20pio&um=1&sa=N&tab=wi
We were courious about who he was, and found out he was a miracolous priest who lived in Italy years ago, who had stigmas (injuries in his hands) and was ver popular in this country. His name is Padre Pio. Do you find any ressemblance between him and any person you know?
are you talking about the allergic reactions my hands would get from alcohol>? if not no, and im confused.
8. We've got in contact with some of your old students, back in time, when you used to teach english in Cantoblanco.
He said you used to spend your time convincing them to be friendly to democrats, and blamed republicans for everything...
What do you have to say to these statements?
maybe so. subliminal messages mostly. for example if you sing the song "head shoulders knees and toes backwards" its really saying "all hail OBAMA mccains a bitch, republicans bad democrats good" or anything as easy as repetitive drawings of hero donkeys and evil elephants. but nothing too extreme, i'm very nonchalant wIth these kinda persuasive learning techniques--you gotta teach our FUTURE SOMETHING.
9. We know you, unlike many famous people, don't have an amateur video tape made in your wild years... but we can't help this question... can you MAKE ONE for us. We promess no witnesses.
JESUS NO.
10. Whats the secret, how do you do it to revitalize souls with just a hah, an "ew", or a once in a while smart comment?
...
I'll keep on talking to you, LIVE, now.
i wil answer all you mens GQ questions in the following message. this is just an intro to get the part y started.
first of, obviously, i miss you. your hairy butt, your hairy chest your hariy legs scrapping my body like a rug pushing to get in. maybe theres no hair on this keyboard but typing on it reminds me of the nice people that ive been thinking about for longer than a while. yes, i find some benefits in keeping you around. one. ] im able to talk to someone with no interruptions, with pure intentional listening. for a change its nice. for change is something....
i think that letters are meant for letters. so form this as my original opinion.this is the point to state one thing: i will differentiate my letters with my emails, with my internet activity messages on any social networking blog posting. words on actual paper written with an actual hand derive from a different brain cell. consider this the next time your thinking and actually mail me something glittery. obviously, this i smy new fantasy,. im more than really into it and will hit the favor back.
things need to stay with what their made of.
ill tell you about my night:
i dont know why but i choose to tell you everythinhg. all the time. everyday so here we go:
dans and mias party at dans boss's house real weird in the full sense of the word and zec got too drunk that he pulled my legs down as i was stirring the key into the hole to get inside home--finally. tati didnt want to party, she needed a break. this i understand -neither did i but last night was Halloween and without moving sleepings just silly. plus currently i have no one to rest at home with. so its easier, met a dj. his name is pronounced "me-high" its michael in a language, i cant remember the name of. i think im a better dj than him because i was like ok ok play the boo boo song play the BOO BOOsong. i mean its halloween. and yet nothing. i understand a couple things: i know that djs hate requests and i know that djs hate being told what to do by anyone with the name of carla uriarte. but shit , sometimes you just gotta scream like you don't give a fuck. it was better tha n the stupid girl wanting to hear tina turner. quickly for a second there a died.
and now to answer your questions:
Ten Questions Men want to Know about Carla Uriarte.
(extract from the "MAN" Magazine, Spanish Version, Octobre 31st 2008)
1. When did you write that comment on your blog answering "Linda", before you knew it had been me who had written it, or after?
before. know that you got me there, it's a rare commodity so eat it and chew it for a while--- preferably thirty times like the Japanese. actually after realizing it was you i wrote something like you piece of shit..though due to my absent minded refusal to log in, it never made network..
2. When you say Aguicate, you mean Aguacate? jaja
aguacate. thats the last time you make fun of my spanish,.
3. How can you make "burping" an art?
well letting it out is expressing yourself, isnt that what arts about?
4. Our journalists have made a little research about your life back in San Francisco. We've been ashtonished by a photo of you on a train, in the subway. Is there subway in San Francisco?
ha, what a question. IS THERE A SUBWAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME. yes, these subways are called muni. also the parallel to cercanias is BART/ we're just as advanced as spain carinho. the muni onsists of the J M N T L and maybe i cant remember the name. also theres an F which runs on the street looking like this:
F TRAIN LINK
5. Simeone, one of our specialists on "Gay things", caught one of our reporters, Alberto Le Jerk, watching that photo of you in the metro, where you look like a girl to dream of. Did you knew he said you were "carina", with a gayly accent? It sounded like music in our ears.
TELL HIM I LOVE HIM.
6. What's the secret of life? Please, tell our readers.
eating, thinking about eating. making big meals for big training days. dodging bullets named linda, jk. is this really viewable from google? you kill me.
7. There's a photo of this man in many corners of Rome.
http://images.google.it/images?sourceid=navclient&hl=it&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4ADBF_itIT257IT258&q=padre%20pio&um=1&sa=N&tab=wi
We were courious about who he was, and found out he was a miracolous priest who lived in Italy years ago, who had stigmas (injuries in his hands) and was ver popular in this country. His name is Padre Pio. Do you find any ressemblance between him and any person you know?
are you talking about the allergic reactions my hands would get from alcohol>? if not no, and im confused.
8. We've got in contact with some of your old students, back in time, when you used to teach english in Cantoblanco.
He said you used to spend your time convincing them to be friendly to democrats, and blamed republicans for everything...
What do you have to say to these statements?
maybe so. subliminal messages mostly. for example if you sing the song "head shoulders knees and toes backwards" its really saying "all hail OBAMA mccains a bitch, republicans bad democrats good" or anything as easy as repetitive drawings of hero donkeys and evil elephants. but nothing too extreme, i'm very nonchalant wIth these kinda persuasive learning techniques--you gotta teach our FUTURE SOMETHING.
9. We know you, unlike many famous people, don't have an amateur video tape made in your wild years... but we can't help this question... can you MAKE ONE for us. We promess no witnesses.
JESUS NO.
10. Whats the secret, how do you do it to revitalize souls with just a hah, an "ew", or a once in a while smart comment?
...
I'll keep on talking to you, LIVE, now.
Monday, October 20, 2008
include: two yogurts , juice. lots of antioxidants. -fried oil..
it was the first day of work. and work is watching five six years old in a college classroom getting them to relax getting them to think getting them to not say butt in Spanish and to listen to a few of the boring things that i know-- i know could be fun. fun for six year olds should come easy. but when your wild your wild and i am relentless.
so..
arribas seeing romes river side while biking along its endless crossroads from the length of the world that exists on teh gorund and the rest that we'll never take the risk to see. when i think of it i think that i should get up and go to the rastro on sunday mornings and theres a couple ways to dance and my kinda dance is a sway which vibes like a duck chasin g a swan in the middle of the dessert while running losely --to loose its yellow rubber feathers while scarring all the sand away.
it was the first day of work. and work is watching five six years old in a college classroom getting them to relax getting them to think getting them to not say butt in Spanish and to listen to a few of the boring things that i know-- i know could be fun. fun for six year olds should come easy. but when your wild your wild and i am relentless.
so..
arribas seeing romes river side while biking along its endless crossroads from the length of the world that exists on teh gorund and the rest that we'll never take the risk to see. when i think of it i think that i should get up and go to the rastro on sunday mornings and theres a couple ways to dance and my kinda dance is a sway which vibes like a duck chasin g a swan in the middle of the dessert while running losely --to loose its yellow rubber feathers while scarring all the sand away.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
last nhight was not horrible. it was just empty. wo wo wow.
listen to me:
I ATE THESE NOODLES ALONE.
I WALKED ALL THE WAY FROM ATOTCHAS MC DONALDS. I DIDNT GO INSIDE. IT WAS CLOSED. I HAVENT FORGOTEN MY promotional anti burger chicken nugget asap never going-- salsa agridulce promise.
IT WAS COLD AND I WAS WEARING ONE LAYER AS IT STARTED TO DRIZZLE WHILE I WAS LISTENING TO MY ZUNE WITH SATERDAYS NOISE MOVING ALONG BESIDE ME. I IGNORED FEELING BAD REPLACING IT FOR FEELING READY.
I REACHED GRANVIA SEEING THE FIRST CHINA MAN ON THE STREET BEGGING IN SPANISH I WAS THERE ASKING FOR ESPAGHETTI.. NOTHING. I WALKED MORE HAVING ONE HOUR TO KILL BEFORE THE NEXT FIVE AM N22 RAN ON THE stop THAT WE'RE ALL SO USED TO. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT I WAS EVER HERE ALONE. EATING NOODLES. FEELING SOMETHING, I CANT TALK ABOU T.
i thinki think..
ive been sleeping all day with mao the cat beside me. sometimes i do double takes on this ones name. i hear it being called MITVCHO. italian?
alone---> weird quietness -->>>> similar. first time. to the sevens of tons of time collapsing between the poured inches in my boxed hole.
i cant leave the house. i dont want to.
Friday, October 17, 2008
here's a chain for a chain:
to my sister who never has anything better to do:
a. real tall things are attractive in the way they provide shade for long periods of time-- the idea of being under one of these branches really gets me going.
b. i like it when races re enter their race with bi focal sunglasses. my room mates do this and unlike albertos pride for spain they placce their excitement on worldly events like zec trying to watch the final debates of the american elections. live. ok youre going to kill me. i didnt mean it like that. arriba , your blood just flows with dominant remarks"spain rules in everything even the flies even the shit -- the shit smells better here."according to me he's crazy. just making fun of you. all the times necessary.
c.if you want to call me and go out i ll like you even better. what do i hate? effort duh. i dont care what you say when it comes to moving im a snail trapped in a letter box. jk. all that im saying isnt true.
d.last night me and zec went out to get some italian pizza in the most touristic area which can be compared to madrid's own rendition of disneyland. i was taking him out ---i was taking him out.. until i realized that i had mistaken a five euro bill for a twenty euro bill.. and well tonight's a new night. los siento a mil.
e. if you want to really live spain live the language. a heard that today. after reflecting im now thinking i know ones who know language and dont know spain but know irish pubs like dubliners which pay shit to their workers: shit is three euros an hour. quit quit quit. i hate pubs. remember faculty. remember that about me. they have the gal to charge an extra thirty cents for tobaco and let me tell you thats not the only illeagal-ing going around. suck it. twenty times.
6.) today in the metro i saw two old strangers touching knees. i wanted to snap at them with my thirty five millimeter. i knew it would've been the most productive picture for a while to come. i dont lag my camera around anymore becuase i don't have the patience to deal with that and making money. for note six i'm complaining about being on my own. im complaining about not having the richest self proclamation yet to hit my face. a face. when i see people with "it" i think about how that "it" needs to be with me. useless, thoughts, just complaints, and reminders to get a moving. you you got it when youre doing what you want. with who you want,.
g. self teachers. i admire those who can read online. why cant i read online? i can read online but i only feel comfortable reading paper. outside like a gardner with its plants.
h. hey pea. you want to eat sushi with me dont you? the last time i had sushi was three months ago when dad came home from a romantic date with his wife and i refused to come so i sat in silence under my computers video streaming of the office. maybe he felt bad. when he cam ehome i got the equivalent to seven elevn sushi at its best. no thats a lie. shortly after the next month or something around that. i went to this small sushi bar reminding me of sushi zone. me and jases favorite treat. the differences: they only served maki. there wasnt you. there wasnt nothing but maki. there wasnt you. etc. etc. i did however have some good japanese beer. and good company, at last.
----essential sixteen note break.
a. real tall things are attractive in the way they provide shade for long periods of time-- the idea of being under one of these branches really gets me going.
b. i like it when races re enter their race with bi focal sunglasses. my room mates do this and unlike albertos pride for spain they placce their excitement on worldly events like zec trying to watch the final debates of the american elections. live. ok youre going to kill me. i didnt mean it like that. arriba , your blood just flows with dominant remarks"spain rules in everything even the flies even the shit -- the shit smells better here."according to me he's crazy. just making fun of you. all the times necessary.
c.if you want to call me and go out i ll like you even better. what do i hate? effort duh. i dont care what you say when it comes to moving im a snail trapped in a letter box. jk. all that im saying isnt true.
d.last night me and zec went out to get some italian pizza in the most touristic area which can be compared to madrid's own rendition of disneyland. i was taking him out ---i was taking him out.. until i realized that i had mistaken a five euro bill for a twenty euro bill.. and well tonight's a new night. los siento a mil.
e. if you want to really live spain live the language. a heard that today. after reflecting im now thinking i know ones who know language and dont know spain but know irish pubs like dubliners which pay shit to their workers: shit is three euros an hour. quit quit quit. i hate pubs. remember faculty. remember that about me. they have the gal to charge an extra thirty cents for tobaco and let me tell you thats not the only illeagal-ing going around. suck it. twenty times.
6.) today in the metro i saw two old strangers touching knees. i wanted to snap at them with my thirty five millimeter. i knew it would've been the most productive picture for a while to come. i dont lag my camera around anymore becuase i don't have the patience to deal with that and making money. for note six i'm complaining about being on my own. im complaining about not having the richest self proclamation yet to hit my face. a face. when i see people with "it" i think about how that "it" needs to be with me. useless, thoughts, just complaints, and reminders to get a moving. you you got it when youre doing what you want. with who you want,.
g. self teachers. i admire those who can read online. why cant i read online? i can read online but i only feel comfortable reading paper. outside like a gardner with its plants.
h. hey pea. you want to eat sushi with me dont you? the last time i had sushi was three months ago when dad came home from a romantic date with his wife and i refused to come so i sat in silence under my computers video streaming of the office. maybe he felt bad. when he cam ehome i got the equivalent to seven elevn sushi at its best. no thats a lie. shortly after the next month or something around that. i went to this small sushi bar reminding me of sushi zone. me and jases favorite treat. the differences: they only served maki. there wasnt you. there wasnt nothing but maki. there wasnt you. etc. etc. i did however have some good japanese beer. and good company, at last.
----essential sixteen note break.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
party heels elevated platform for a better looking you in no time.
i listened to you and gave your kinda thing a try.
who am i always talking to? everyones asking. the answer: never.
last night i ended up on a long road trip to the country side. they said listen. and then i understood that living in rural life means living in closed peace. an open bag spilling everything--quietly. as i walked in the house and bare--footedly stepped out of the car. i felt nothing close. everything was distant and i recognized myself through a glass window. the perspective changed too quickly -- im someone who lives in the past. only noticing during lazy laid away thinking moments. who knew that a thursday night at nells could do this. could play pablos mgmt kids hit all to dance gyrate generate move. and it was packed i couldn't recognize this boring Wednesday venue. it was something better. ideas ideas ideas....
so mission high is something that feels really old but shit man, mission high and seeing all those kids just like me with their new pictures and new friends new life all moving forward. realllllllly great.
who am i always talking to? everyones asking. the answer: never.
last night i ended up on a long road trip to the country side. they said listen. and then i understood that living in rural life means living in closed peace. an open bag spilling everything--quietly. as i walked in the house and bare--footedly stepped out of the car. i felt nothing close. everything was distant and i recognized myself through a glass window. the perspective changed too quickly -- im someone who lives in the past. only noticing during lazy laid away thinking moments. who knew that a thursday night at nells could do this. could play pablos mgmt kids hit all to dance gyrate generate move. and it was packed i couldn't recognize this boring Wednesday venue. it was something better. ideas ideas ideas....
so mission high is something that feels really old but shit man, mission high and seeing all those kids just like me with their new pictures and new friends new life all moving forward. realllllllly great.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
COLLATERAL evidence of ones lost room: obviously i am capable of creating a live-- in masterpiece. NO questions.
>
no shame in self vanity, it seems like. i know i know. apologies all around..
Monday, October 06, 2008
ive been in this office more than all day long. for no apparent reason-- just to be somewhere in doors for internet and usage on my laptop.. wanting to go out tonight with somebody but nobodies reciprocating to the text messages that i haven't sent. im thinking it will be one of those solo nights where im off to meet strangers or to stare at everybody as they are cross socializing almost having fun. from the japanese spanish traveler to japan man link alberto sent me i got inspired to start takking more pictures as to document my days showing my readers-- if any really exist ---something visual-- as it sits better in the brain. like a little story of all the nothings ive been doing. today i made two maps of two possible shit irish pubs i could maybe work in. today while eating early dinner consisting of tuna and corn at six while chewing i met a man who asked me to take a picture of him with his phone in front of the very grand plaza espana fountain.i did and then after he talked to me in spanish and maybe he has a friend i can baby sit for. with these kinda things you never know if the person is real or fake. usually i can tell through the thick line but when its fine it leaves nothing to decipher.
been missing too much open spaces lately, but one to remember is this night which got me sick with a sickness that will most likely last forever:
illness for things that make me feel good about myself. this includes places like picnic, cafe's with a great window opener, cats: a new friendly animal, cleaning the house, and company. maybe i cant make decisions perfectly but im good at knowing what i want. in the meantime. i know what i want and the letters it begins with and teh way it looks. the way it looks becuas e iv e been picturing for a long while. . . its big and bold and yelling GET OVER HERE. GET ON IT. GOG O GO. you know things with hurry and speed to move me faster. without it ill be in my shell all day evaporating like a smokless joint. or even worSE a smokeless cigarette that does nothing. i like it when i go out and here people saying "i dont want this anymore" it makes me think, hey me too. .. then suddenly i flash out of that thought and im still in the office. what am i thinking. i should get out of here. im just waiting for this great video to load. found what to do: meeting daniel and mia for drinks in their house and then maybe ill take them somewhere cool. have you heard of HOLYSHIT? if not look up the song rough and tumble on hypem, its so good for right now. esp if you are feeling tight and secure. it loosens you up in a good way. so you wont complain. .
iwish i didnt have to go to MEXICAN SEXY NIGHT at nells this Wednesday. jobs like this SUCK.
been missing too much open spaces lately, but one to remember is this night which got me sick with a sickness that will most likely last forever:
illness for things that make me feel good about myself. this includes places like picnic, cafe's with a great window opener, cats: a new friendly animal, cleaning the house, and company. maybe i cant make decisions perfectly but im good at knowing what i want. in the meantime. i know what i want and the letters it begins with and teh way it looks. the way it looks becuas e iv e been picturing for a long while. . . its big and bold and yelling GET OVER HERE. GET ON IT. GOG O GO. you know things with hurry and speed to move me faster. without it ill be in my shell all day evaporating like a smokless joint. or even worSE a smokeless cigarette that does nothing. i like it when i go out and here people saying "i dont want this anymore" it makes me think, hey me too. .. then suddenly i flash out of that thought and im still in the office. what am i thinking. i should get out of here. im just waiting for this great video to load. found what to do: meeting daniel and mia for drinks in their house and then maybe ill take them somewhere cool. have you heard of HOLYSHIT? if not look up the song rough and tumble on hypem, its so good for right now. esp if you are feeling tight and secure. it loosens you up in a good way. so you wont complain. .
iwish i didnt have to go to MEXICAN SEXY NIGHT at nells this Wednesday. jobs like this SUCK.
Friday, October 03, 2008
stop making excuses
we are all bi polar it means we have energy use it wisely
YESSA
thats what arlo told me today
watch this if you want to cream
YESSA
thats what arlo told me today
watch this if you want to cream
"this is what i call a no-where-thinking"
remember when we went to that fair in la latina and came back a couple times later and sat in that posh bar with the american girl who was too drunk to smoke a cigarette -ate it backwards and couldnt get hit on. usually when i have a thousand things to do i minimize it to one, focusing on memories such as the ones that speak through a silent luster of chill. always cold because my boxes havent been sent--> to the house that i dont have---> through the mom that i do have and still where the fuck can i live?
i can live anywhere but i want to live with you.
noticed a final thing about cooking the more you watch the more you grow the more you feel better about whta your eating while your creating and its a beautiful hobby ive got to learn spanish bettter. he tells me to learn spanish better and i agree. fully:
i have another post card ready for you:
you dont have to read this this is just for me:
you were talking about giving explanations to people
what people
generally
people who ask me questions
this includes starngers
to fmily
to friends
im being wholly general
just the questions u get
you know the normal questions
that run on top of eachother
like when you fall on your face
and get a black eye
and everyone’s like
what happened what happened
and you have to give the same old explanation 96 times
for nothing
but general curiosity
im not saying im a victim
im just the same
i would ask too
maybe not asking would be impolite
you know
its just something i think about
hey hey hey...
this is what i call a no-where-thinking
i have many of them each day
its normal
its annoyong to me
so much that i feel bi polar
it really makes me feel bi polar no kidding.
i mean one second i want to live in spain and i love it and the next i want to go home
me too...
and yes, as weird as it seems these questions
these question have a lot to do with it
because it gets me to the use less thinking and then i just dont know
and then you know im home all day dresed and ready
but i dont leave the house
because i dont know i just cant
go
i sit here for whiles upon whiles thinking about things that overall dont affect me
i can live anywhere but i want to live with you.
noticed a final thing about cooking the more you watch the more you grow the more you feel better about whta your eating while your creating and its a beautiful hobby ive got to learn spanish bettter. he tells me to learn spanish better and i agree. fully:
i have another post card ready for you:
you dont have to read this this is just for me:
you were talking about giving explanations to people
what people
generally
people who ask me questions
this includes starngers
to fmily
to friends
im being wholly general
just the questions u get
you know the normal questions
that run on top of eachother
like when you fall on your face
and get a black eye
and everyone’s like
what happened what happened
and you have to give the same old explanation 96 times
for nothing
but general curiosity
im not saying im a victim
im just the same
i would ask too
maybe not asking would be impolite
you know
its just something i think about
hey hey hey...
this is what i call a no-where-thinking
i have many of them each day
its normal
its annoyong to me
so much that i feel bi polar
it really makes me feel bi polar no kidding.
i mean one second i want to live in spain and i love it and the next i want to go home
me too...
and yes, as weird as it seems these questions
these question have a lot to do with it
because it gets me to the use less thinking and then i just dont know
and then you know im home all day dresed and ready
but i dont leave the house
because i dont know i just cant
go
i sit here for whiles upon whiles thinking about things that overall dont affect me
Monday, September 29, 2008
he steals magic carpet and flies off
one includes a tap dancing scene in the middle of a bowling ally and one includes entering a jail and leaving with the interviewers as helpful castaways. i lack generic confidence. instead of asking if you want to hear something i hear something by myself. the longer im home during the evenings the more i learn about cooking asparagus. and then i feel lucky to know an Italian sud- o chef bay to breaker. and how does this all tie in? the problem is that i missed the birthday party of my life titled: arlo and celina's eighties get away. SHIT. i would've paid to see baba dressed as Tina Turner-----> hid away at alberto's final get away/ party mania for the weekend filled with lazy boys television and a quiet night of alfredo's Texas style mafia burgers. If you say you fucking hate Spain you don't know shit. TRUST ME. the longer i'm here the more i realize what places not to be at. example: independece hosting an oasis album realase party. SHIT. who can stand to listen to that for twelve hours straight? who can afford to pay five euros for a heiniken. NOT ME. so i left after my favorites yanked me. round two. the bowling ally scene: describing it with one word : analogy. why? go to the dictionary and figure it out yourself. word reference me word reference me.
ok if i dont get out of this office. ill get nowhere.
seeing alberto for the last time before he goes to leave to rome for five months with no mercy taken. hell miss the hot chorizo his mother always makes him, ill miss his milk and honey.
ok if i dont get out of this office. ill get nowhere.
seeing alberto for the last time before he goes to leave to rome for five months with no mercy taken. hell miss the hot chorizo his mother always makes him, ill miss his milk and honey.
Friday, September 26, 2008
if you want out then i want out too.
ive been recieving a lot of emails--- concerning emails. some good some bad some that feel like a train is runnning over my balls. but none the less, regardless of what youre saying, who ever you may be, and all of you, i think its enough to fill you up with a quick update of the wide eyed occurrences of my life:
living with zec and tati. they have a real nice flat. all the furniture was included in their building and theres this big garden with a wood shack which has a washer and the other day i learned how to use it rejuvenating my colors and darks. i ussually try to keep tidy and am not doing extremely horribly. i keep my folded clothes on an iron bored right next to the dining room table with the huge hovered lamp and i sometimes imagine it to be hungry. during october ill have to watch the cat. i use to be really allergic to it until i went to the pharmacy saying "tengo allegisias a los gatos. necessito una pildoras." check SP. i suck.
and now its ok. i worked in dubliners for one day. one day because i wa s getting paid three euros an hour waitressing my ass off from 7- 4am. i went to the owner asking for my rights and he let me go. that was my first practical ending. asides from that ive been sending and resending my cv to a million places. but nothing happens getting me up there in shit. out of every one hundredth person, when handing out flyers, atleast three will be interested. self motivation, so to speak. speaking of a new plan.
now that jason wants out in our plans for the future i am forced to be self assuring. sure, this is what i wanted but its like ordering the best thing on the menu, eating it, and realizing that you wanted something else.
last night me adn arriba went to see the new woody movie and after went to our favorite place. which could or couldnt be. maybe it isnt ii think its top five. we talked about the differences between now and then and carried on with a fight on repetition in language and how im not into anything but the chinese spaghetti sold always on gran via. the day before that was ochos wednesday annual party at nells. i always hate these things becuase the rap music bleeds into my ears reminding me of the times we would listen to fabolous and ashanti while dreaming in your bed. but a job is ajob and its m y duty to get foreigners in and to get forigners in and a cycle reminding me of recycling. earlier before that i went to a real madrid match. them winning 7-1 and sure i really didnt care about football. but this time i felt like i wa s back home in the giants stadium with arlo and jakob. the best thing about it was i was with this real overwhelmingly posh bunch who wore things you wouldnt believe and got seated in the vip section receiving free drinks tapas and a glass of champagne after the wining. i wore the wrist bracelet for two days having to show it off.
mom wants me to move to london, thinking that itll be stabler for me if i were to recieve guidence from her good friend joel. also she thinks hes perfect for me as he is developed around the creative fields i drive from. im thinking yes. i wouldn't mind another change. maybe like the movie its me who also doesnt know what she wants and instead its that i know what i dont. i know that i have to keep moving. the second i feel relaxed the second something goes wrong. im tired of thinking about today. its better to think about tomorrow.
living with zec and tati. they have a real nice flat. all the furniture was included in their building and theres this big garden with a wood shack which has a washer and the other day i learned how to use it rejuvenating my colors and darks. i ussually try to keep tidy and am not doing extremely horribly. i keep my folded clothes on an iron bored right next to the dining room table with the huge hovered lamp and i sometimes imagine it to be hungry. during october ill have to watch the cat. i use to be really allergic to it until i went to the pharmacy saying "tengo allegisias a los gatos. necessito una pildoras." check SP. i suck.
and now its ok. i worked in dubliners for one day. one day because i wa s getting paid three euros an hour waitressing my ass off from 7- 4am. i went to the owner asking for my rights and he let me go. that was my first practical ending. asides from that ive been sending and resending my cv to a million places. but nothing happens getting me up there in shit. out of every one hundredth person, when handing out flyers, atleast three will be interested. self motivation, so to speak. speaking of a new plan.
now that jason wants out in our plans for the future i am forced to be self assuring. sure, this is what i wanted but its like ordering the best thing on the menu, eating it, and realizing that you wanted something else.
last night me adn arriba went to see the new woody movie and after went to our favorite place. which could or couldnt be. maybe it isnt ii think its top five. we talked about the differences between now and then and carried on with a fight on repetition in language and how im not into anything but the chinese spaghetti sold always on gran via. the day before that was ochos wednesday annual party at nells. i always hate these things becuase the rap music bleeds into my ears reminding me of the times we would listen to fabolous and ashanti while dreaming in your bed. but a job is ajob and its m y duty to get foreigners in and to get forigners in and a cycle reminding me of recycling. earlier before that i went to a real madrid match. them winning 7-1 and sure i really didnt care about football. but this time i felt like i wa s back home in the giants stadium with arlo and jakob. the best thing about it was i was with this real overwhelmingly posh bunch who wore things you wouldnt believe and got seated in the vip section receiving free drinks tapas and a glass of champagne after the wining. i wore the wrist bracelet for two days having to show it off.
mom wants me to move to london, thinking that itll be stabler for me if i were to recieve guidence from her good friend joel. also she thinks hes perfect for me as he is developed around the creative fields i drive from. im thinking yes. i wouldn't mind another change. maybe like the movie its me who also doesnt know what she wants and instead its that i know what i dont. i know that i have to keep moving. the second i feel relaxed the second something goes wrong. im tired of thinking about today. its better to think about tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
im the king of bad jokes dont try to steal my throne," youre jealous i feel it"
dear arriba,
its been months that were nearly seconds next to the time of another's and never remembering one day. but i remember this--the times as a kid when you walked the earth in a raincoat and ballet shoes. smiling easy, as they snapped at you, shot , after, shot. dont forget one thing. when you see unknown scattered bruises on your golden shoulders dont look lost. some find it hard to see and others to eat. and others to think working best under persuasion. pure perspective dependence based on absolutely everything. being general means being open and thats why i like you dont think otherwise. not why i like you more why im like you.
its been months that were nearly seconds next to the time of another's and never remembering one day. but i remember this--the times as a kid when you walked the earth in a raincoat and ballet shoes. smiling easy, as they snapped at you, shot , after, shot. dont forget one thing. when you see unknown scattered bruises on your golden shoulders dont look lost. some find it hard to see and others to eat. and others to think working best under persuasion. pure perspective dependence based on absolutely everything. being general means being open and thats why i like you dont think otherwise. not why i like you more why im like you.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
supposing the quantity
which isnt anythin yet. clouds are a deep gray and i knew it was going to start hailing any second as i was walking home and felt spit run through my head.. one two five twelve hundred until i was soaked under a wetness so irresi s ti b le and as everyone was running to the closest tree. i stopped to get my feet wet. mmmm.
alberto told me this today:
"i ask very much, i look like a 45 year old single man waiting for her grandma to die and get the money...
i ask very much, i look like a 45 year old single man waiting for her grandma to die and get the money... "
living with zec and tati.
im so lucky.
if you made that up i love you if not forget it.
"ah... i just wasn't sure... there are some little frontiers built by different languages that i still have to... demolish"!
demolish my face into our new ideas of the walls open ceiling with grass and sand inside a fish bowl to be quiet yet noisy. its just like they say wasting time is wasting money.
"and i don't like saying "yeah yeah" when i really haven't understood
it's... peligroso
cause sooner or later, the other people will get ya
........................"
SHIT i cant take this smart ass,s answers, its enough to keep anyone awake.
"i ask very much, i look like a 45 year old single man waiting for her grandma to die and get the money...
i ask very much, i look like a 45 year old single man waiting for her grandma to die and get the money... "
living with zec and tati.
im so lucky.
if you made that up i love you if not forget it.
"ah... i just wasn't sure... there are some little frontiers built by different languages that i still have to... demolish"!
demolish my face into our new ideas of the walls open ceiling with grass and sand inside a fish bowl to be quiet yet noisy. its just like they say wasting time is wasting money.
"and i don't like saying "yeah yeah" when i really haven't understood
it's... peligroso
cause sooner or later, the other people will get ya
........................"
SHIT i cant take this smart ass,s answers, its enough to keep anyone awake.
Friday, August 29, 2008
somethings out of joint
AND because nothing's ever short enough everything's long enough to mean something. when all else fails i remember the blurry haze of sanfrancisco's brisk . it's squeezed apples in my mouth . someone calls this procrastination and i call it luck. or scream CHECK IT then look in the mirror. or do everything opposite for two hours and yell FINISHED when done. i celebrate with a burger.
ten million people tell me to wait. ten million people say nothing. when i get lost in a choice i just go. right now that's what i'm doing. last night we went to cafe paris and danced in a puddle of someone's spilled drink. when walls are painted red the lights are dim and killing a fly is almost impossible .
ten million people tell me to wait. ten million people say nothing. when i get lost in a choice i just go. right now that's what i'm doing. last night we went to cafe paris and danced in a puddle of someone's spilled drink. when walls are painted red the lights are dim and killing a fly is almost impossible .
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
eating two things in one second
i havent been lazy i've been busy. feeling really good. today i met with danny who i met through lucas. danny runs ramses, which is a bad ass place to eat but only if you're lenny kravitz and filled with money. if that doesn't work then there's always plan b.
madrid is surely a wonder land
in winter it eats people
while they're
walking
so.. no one goes outside
i don't know for sure but this is what
i hear.
right now it looks like this
very beautiful?
i fell a sleep right on the grass next to someone with a beard eating
fruit with a pocket knife reminding me of
bradford
though, only for a second.
mmmmmmm
i woke up like harry potter and my nanny's name was anna.
walking down those stairs made me realize
two things:
a. construction and scaffolding two of jason's favorites. he describes it as progress.
b. mama in manila
so, in conclusion i've learned everything i need to know on a tuesday. luckily, today's not over it's only seven o clock.
madrid is surely a wonder land
in winter it eats people
while they're
walking
so.. no one goes outside
i don't know for sure but this is what
i hear.
right now it looks like this
very beautiful?
i fell a sleep right on the grass next to someone with a beard eating
fruit with a pocket knife reminding me of
bradford
though, only for a second.
mmmmmmm
i woke up like harry potter and my nanny's name was anna.
walking down those stairs made me realize
two things:
a. construction and scaffolding two of jason's favorites. he describes it as progress.
b. mama in manila
so, in conclusion i've learned everything i need to know on a tuesday. luckily, today's not over it's only seven o clock.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
caca post those flickr pictures.
yesterday before bed or the night before that as i was almost to the first second of sleep i was thinking about writing something that went a little like this. tell no and then i was no concentrate no and no .. it was thoughts followed by a complete repetition of the word no. i cant get it back fully but at the time i felt represented. im hungry.. with no food. and i read something today that made me hate burger king and even chicken nuggets. "and no matter how much someone smokes, it will never be enough. "
yesterday before bed or the night before that as i was almost to the first second of sleep i was thinking about writing something that went a little like this. tell no and then i was no concentrate no and no .. it was thoughts followed by a complete repetition of the word no. i cant get it back fully but at the time i felt represented. im hungry.. with no food. and i read something today that made me hate burger king and even chicken nuggets. "and no matter how much someone smokes, it will never be enough. "
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
not knowing anything or everything at the same time
eating everything means eating a hot dog and pork chops. sometimes i say porch chops, usually i say that when referring to food. i am humbly aware of the difference. when you fall out of it it's better than falling into it. i don't mean that. falling in love is a fast thing that can be compared to speed or some say coke. for me i wouldn't know. neither. when you want me to meet you at the park i'll be there twenty minutes early. it's enough time to prepare a perfect position. to think of the look on my face. the one you will quickly see. to catch a first glance is just the same as catching a baseball in the catcher section without a mask or glove or hands and just feet.
"todays the begininnig of the rest of my life" i woke up read that and knocked down everything from my walls. and cleared all my documents. erased my old screen saver. ate a few different things. and listened for once..
chirstmas is coming.
here is this to get you in the modd for everything above:
"todays the begininnig of the rest of my life" i woke up read that and knocked down everything from my walls. and cleared all my documents. erased my old screen saver. ate a few different things. and listened for once..
chirstmas is coming.
here is this to get you in the modd for everything above:
Monday, August 18, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
HONEST TEA FEUD OF MY LIFE
jasbyr caca face just told me about coca cola buying out honest tea and even though im all the way here i still shat myself with awful amazement. typically my instincts shouted traitor traitor! but now that i am one article older i am clapping my hands with comic relief. (not so comical)
READ FEBRUARY 25TH, IF YOU DONT YOU ARE NOTHING
HONEST TEA LINK HERE
READ FEBRUARY 25TH, IF YOU DONT YOU ARE NOTHING
HONEST TEA LINK HERE
Monday, August 11, 2008
i am the speaker and robert frost is the poet
i spent my entire last year forcing UN identifiable negative thoughts down my dry throat . first i felt that she knew nothing about the word data or and. anything that wasn't globally justifying didn't matter. in a way this threatened me. she would say things like this isn't a nationwide youth trend this is a root in time. i would be sitting there thinking sleep. anyone who doesn't believe in free rice dot com doesn't believe in me. and ever since then i noticed myself failing miserably. last night i felt different. as i was sitting between the conversation of four Italian speakers i saw myself reflecting on a poem titled "be me or be yourself" i never heard of it before, but made it up to fill my mood, with good thoughts, on the positive effects of language barriers.
november eighth 2 thousand seven,
yesterday as he was taking a crap, i hoped on his computer entered his inbox and read what the popular cultures been warning me about.
november eighth 2 thousand seven,
yesterday as he was taking a crap, i hoped on his computer entered his inbox and read what the popular cultures been warning me about.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
add me as a contact and you'll have me for life.
i am a little disappointed. i cant find an english dengue fever song and i want to remember that time in the car in LA. people can see someone and think scumbag. people can see me and think victory. these are the motivational words i tell myself while washing the dishes. usually i like it dark as it creates a very distinct atmosphere-- one in which i imagine myself in the woods. there's a lot of things that i've promised to do though haven't done yet. a motivational banner saying "go! go! go!" flyers with t he correct pronunciation of my last name -URRRRR-Y-AARRR- T E. it's not easy to say things so hard. anything with a B usually makes me sound super sanFranciscan. super supper.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
announcing the publication to the introduction of myself
interests:skipping songs like skipping rocks and then ironing all my clothes and then washing everything. hanging far from all complaints on spilling. i like talking to anyone who can reciprocate with the same speed. or tries and sounds good anyways. usually though, i wont care depending on the variety infront of me. contemplating on all grammar rules-- one's to follow ones to break,, or never knowing.. in my head lately ive been talking in spanish. out loud english . if it's something i like it's something i can't get enough of. usually otherwise it's easy. sometimes you cant tell. no backspace means no error. just like side effects e x plo din g in all directions. sticky fingers all over my keyboard . not good at it but will be good at it. "it" is known always. im into drastically reduced things that start with letters K-A. anything not in, wont fit.
Monday, August 04, 2008
dont lie to a liar
for a while i was watching donnie darko, until it got real late and i was close to the end where that guy died and the girl died and i couldn't take it. i started watching the office and then this video on procrastination. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXziurFkQxM
it's fine if you dont like it, but i do. it's been very hot and lately i've been very hungover and on a streak of too much fun. fun comes in giant dosages and is followed by a slow period of eating cereal by the electric fan, and keeping cool with iced water, or just settling for plain .
it's fine if you dont like it, but i do. it's been very hot and lately i've been very hungover and on a streak of too much fun. fun comes in giant dosages and is followed by a slow period of eating cereal by the electric fan, and keeping cool with iced water, or just settling for plain .
Friday, August 01, 2008
eat your ass
Now feels like a month in a space ship with miko’s galaxy music laying on my radios half dead speaker. I haven’t been holding up due to my missing p. it takes forever to cope with missing things. And every time I look at my keyboard I remember it and end up feeling worse. Today I went in a moot direction and he told me that I have to play a game called choice a or b. right now I’m heading more towards a but b’s are always better. I haven’t decided but still I know.
“I’ve never found clowns amusing”
"you’re a clown”
"sometimes
maybe mroe often than not"
"yeah thats what i like about you'"
"i like everything you represent"
"i like everything you feed me"
“I’ve never found clowns amusing”
"you’re a clown”
"sometimes
maybe mroe often than not"
"yeah thats what i like about you'"
"i like everything you represent"
"i like everything you feed me"
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
IF YOURE GOING TO READ ANYTHING READ THIS
today i was under the influence. the influence in believing that i was a good multitasker with the utmost skill at picking and choosing how many things i would like to do at the same time. i am so stupid. those of you who know me know my deep admiration for letters particularly the letter "p"
today i was chatting on line with matt and he said something funny and i'm not blaming him as much as i should but i laughed and i had a yogurt in my hand and it mustve been really funny cause i jerked my arm towards my keyboard and splash went everything all over. so now my "p" doesnt work nor my backspace shift tab number outlet etc. i have to copy and paste the"p" when needed which is an exercise. .
SUCK MY COCK
today i was chatting on line with matt and he said something funny and i'm not blaming him as much as i should but i laughed and i had a yogurt in my hand and it mustve been really funny cause i jerked my arm towards my keyboard and splash went everything all over. so now my "p" doesnt work nor my backspace shift tab number outlet etc. i have to copy and paste the"p" when needed which is an exercise. .
SUCK MY COCK
Monday, July 28, 2008
hey jason its your birthday shake your bootie
i am totally dying.
can you believe it, the chocolate in my special k chocolate edition is now melted. like a malt ball of recycled ice cream whispering loudly yearning for love as it is drif t i n g a w a y.
oh no dont leave, if you leave i'll be alone and i would hate that. i dont get along with fear i'm a very logical guy.
i want to dedicate this to someone special.
i realized that when i left and moved left and then realized it was dumb so moved over. the thing you want to remember, my dear, is that life has it's appropriate rewards. there's always someone out there who will remember enough to be a witness, so make sure you count what you do, and do it calmly as not to forget. m ward me and i will reward you with the best dance i'll ever give.
happy birthday to the biggest caca i know!
can you believe it, the chocolate in my special k chocolate edition is now melted. like a malt ball of recycled ice cream whispering loudly yearning for love as it is drif t i n g a w a y.
oh no dont leave, if you leave i'll be alone and i would hate that. i dont get along with fear i'm a very logical guy.
i want to dedicate this to someone special.
"to be loved, certainly, is different from being admired, as one can be admired from afar but to really love someone it is essential to be in the same room with the person, crouching behind the drapes." woody
i realized that when i left and moved left and then realized it was dumb so moved over. the thing you want to remember, my dear, is that life has it's appropriate rewards. there's always someone out there who will remember enough to be a witness, so make sure you count what you do, and do it calmly as not to forget. m ward me and i will reward you with the best dance i'll ever give.
happy birthday to the biggest caca i know!
Friday, July 25, 2008
a response to your complaints
ok ok
finally (well not finally because i always had a hunch hint hat in the back of my head) last night i realized exactly what you were talking about.
the difference between going to a shitty pop feast and going to a good hole in the wall.
a wreckage in the back street an open space for people to be cool and away from the natural abundance of the cities bustle. it was the greatest thing to ever see. sitting on the ground with some new faces and listening to the music they played with their scratchy voices and humming chords.. i like simple i've always known but now i decided.
finally (well not finally because i always had a hunch hint hat in the back of my head) last night i realized exactly what you were talking about.
the difference between going to a shitty pop feast and going to a good hole in the wall.
a wreckage in the back street an open space for people to be cool and away from the natural abundance of the cities bustle. it was the greatest thing to ever see. sitting on the ground with some new faces and listening to the music they played with their scratchy voices and humming chords.. i like simple i've always known but now i decided.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
celebrating
video streaming.
today after my dad came back from his romantic getaway with cristina he came inside my room and something i love about the way he comes inside my room is he always knocks to make sure the coast is clear and it's very respectable just like this country. i think he felt a little bad. because i looked like a rotting fly or like a dead razor blade fighting for its life with the remaining edges of its dull sword. so he asks me if i want a cold coke. and i hate this because he's such a coke head, and when we go to restaurants or those tiny tapa bars its always just coke coke coke and all i want is water or some fresh apple juice but nothing like that is around fast enough, so its just coke, which i like, but it makes me feel guilty. so i say no. and he asks me what im doing and i get all deadly excited, deadly cause I'm sick, but if i wasn't it would be plain excitement. i tell him about how i've been watching the office and weeds on my computer and he crakcs a joke. and i ignore it and continue talking about how cool it all is. yesterday i told him to rejuvenate my wallet with money, he laughed then ignored me.
today after my dad came back from his romantic getaway with cristina he came inside my room and something i love about the way he comes inside my room is he always knocks to make sure the coast is clear and it's very respectable just like this country. i think he felt a little bad. because i looked like a rotting fly or like a dead razor blade fighting for its life with the remaining edges of its dull sword. so he asks me if i want a cold coke. and i hate this because he's such a coke head, and when we go to restaurants or those tiny tapa bars its always just coke coke coke and all i want is water or some fresh apple juice but nothing like that is around fast enough, so its just coke, which i like, but it makes me feel guilty. so i say no. and he asks me what im doing and i get all deadly excited, deadly cause I'm sick, but if i wasn't it would be plain excitement. i tell him about how i've been watching the office and weeds on my computer and he crakcs a joke. and i ignore it and continue talking about how cool it all is. yesterday i told him to rejuvenate my wallet with money, he laughed then ignored me.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
to be read while listeing to die romantiks "narcissit's waltz"
is it the dreaming that makes people nauseous? or maybe its the broad space or lack of. i don't know.
ok sounds fine in reference to a point taken. reading all night reading all day reading reading reading. and i cant get a job but i found someone willing to pay big money for my aupair services. he said i'd get the master bedroom and instantly my dad shooed the psycho away.
yelling there's trouble up front. yelling YELLING yellow.
oh how i miss something that isnt here. its a juicy mango. it's zesty pad thai with the kick of life. with the knack of spice. with people standing in line to get a taste of........ freedom. humor. humongous. tongues. waiting.
and me? i am one too. i am one to wait a while for something worth being cheeky.
what do you want today? everything i want is in sanfrancisco's belly.
it's too late? not when your the squid and the whale.
oh america, how i miss you.
ok sounds fine in reference to a point taken. reading all night reading all day reading reading reading. and i cant get a job but i found someone willing to pay big money for my aupair services. he said i'd get the master bedroom and instantly my dad shooed the psycho away.
yelling there's trouble up front. yelling YELLING yellow.
oh how i miss something that isnt here. its a juicy mango. it's zesty pad thai with the kick of life. with the knack of spice. with people standing in line to get a taste of........ freedom. humor. humongous. tongues. waiting.
and me? i am one too. i am one to wait a while for something worth being cheeky.
what do you want today? everything i want is in sanfrancisco's belly.
it's too late? not when your the squid and the whale.
oh america, how i miss you.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
candid honorable mention
today part two: a secret attack. for the one i love. titled jason bwjhsdidjaja. i want to emphasize that every ambiguous post is bolded with your name.
i dont like making sloppy faces or showing everyone one thing in a clear way. instead its like a maze of self implication and walking down the street while starring at everyone's shoes. and then finding the one that matches yours perfectly.
today i remembered that time when we went to get tacos. it was the first time ever, just as today was the first time ive ever had chinese food in spain for 25 euros for two people with four cokes in a bottle for 7.80.
i dont like making sloppy faces or showing everyone one thing in a clear way. instead its like a maze of self implication and walking down the street while starring at everyone's shoes. and then finding the one that matches yours perfectly.
today i remembered that time when we went to get tacos. it was the first time ever, just as today was the first time ive ever had chinese food in spain for 25 euros for two people with four cokes in a bottle for 7.80.
it's a very sexy dress for a very sexy party animal
the cringing sight of fashion. street fashion as a whole shitty field for smelly shit. it's the ugliest thing i know about. yes, i'm eating a lot today, i do it to feel better about fashion.
someone once told me this:" i like my fashion crass and ostentatious like leisure suit larry" i wasn't sure what to think of it.
the second i stray makes the second we're over. humor imposes itself on me. that thought really eats my ass, so lately i've been nameless. or a carla with a K. to cover the C though still it is persisting, like showers in the morning, like you.
I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I MISS THIS!!!!!!
someone once told me this:" i like my fashion crass and ostentatious like leisure suit larry" i wasn't sure what to think of it.
the second i stray makes the second we're over. humor imposes itself on me. that thought really eats my ass, so lately i've been nameless. or a carla with a K. to cover the C though still it is persisting, like showers in the morning, like you.
I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I MISS THIS!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
forcing similarites between you and fast food
what i'm trying to say is it's not bad to be careful. when you move slower you flicker. someone told me why thunder comes faster than lightning. sound travels faster than light.if that is indeed true than i would be thunder, i'd like to roar. the last night in barcelona was spent running in the rain with my hands up wrapped around me. the best part was eloping to the nearest mc donalds and eating a "con" with englands famous cholcolate shavings around it. i like how fries are called chips and everything comes in cheap sizes.
i have a very good feeling about it.
last night when i came home i spent tons time talking. it reminded me of how gradual change still includes sameness and gradual means over time, luckily for me time stops moving. im a practiced time travler setting foot in a place near by.
i have a very good feeling about it.
last night when i came home i spent tons time talking. it reminded me of how gradual change still includes sameness and gradual means over time, luckily for me time stops moving. im a practiced time travler setting foot in a place near by.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
coloring barcelonas head with face paint
its extra hot when you wear the same thing everyday and it gets a little wet from the beach but adds a nice grimmy edge. if everything is spelled wrong still follow.
going to parc guell today while passing throughlas ramblas and getting a juice for fun to feel fresh like ice melting. most of everyone left to see turkey and london and helsinki plus other places no one would ever think the name of. hstels are great for just this, the moving people with bright eyed fancy faces, wanting all these drinks and fun. here, a good time comes easily. just blink and yóu´ll notice the large blocks of color around you.
if you´re a world traveler i commend you ten times over, becuas ehtis toughness is the tough you only find in a dark ally way passed twelve. talk aboput being balls on.
going to parc guell today while passing throughlas ramblas and getting a juice for fun to feel fresh like ice melting. most of everyone left to see turkey and london and helsinki plus other places no one would ever think the name of. hstels are great for just this, the moving people with bright eyed fancy faces, wanting all these drinks and fun. here, a good time comes easily. just blink and yóu´ll notice the large blocks of color around you.
if you´re a world traveler i commend you ten times over, becuas ehtis toughness is the tough you only find in a dark ally way passed twelve. talk aboput being balls on.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
where do they go?
i feel less than boring and it's worse than my winning team loosing the super bowl. whenever i cry i feel like apple juice. after this familiarity i watch family guy on my dad's i touch. what are you doing right now, im always thinking this. today i went on a hunt around 9pm to find the gay parade with hopes to feel a little bit of home. i thought i found it but couldn't find it. i sat on a bench and waited for someone familiar to approach me and got up when i realized that nothing would happen. when i walk and catch someones eyes i can never tell the flavor. i went to vips and read some magazine and looked at compressed photos of america from the 20's. now im drinking yogurt with milk and for dinner i had both servings of rice pudding, good but never as good as tartines bread pudding.
me and pops on a good day:
me and pops on a good day:
Friday, July 04, 2008
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
a jet lags
here's a better picture
Just learned a few new phrases and different things that correlate together. The thing with over here is with out legs life would be impossible like dragging yourself across the city with your arms. I saw that movie with Natalie Portman and the antagonist from no country for old men it was about the painter goya. Last night I had a horrible dream relating around history and there were guns shooting paintings. I woke up at two and pretended to sleep till four until I could not take it. Today I walked an hour through my neighborhood to reach the street filled with tons of people drinking. My first and last drink was a margarita from hard rock café. Dad said here, happy birthday. I took the metro all alone heading to the reina sofia museum.
I only liked the paintings by miro because it reminded me of b1 and our reincarnation of one of his colorful shits. I was too sleepy to look around so I sat on a bench in a garden and thought about how my six euros went to waste. Next time I go I’ll need a partner like jeffrey’s dad juan carlos. Since he’s a painter he knows everything—you have to have experience to talk I’ve noticed. Usually when I say something half of it is wrong. I had coca cola in a bottle and it was so sweet it reminded me of mexico and jason’s fridge, and ken buying it at el farolito. I miss el farolito by arlo’s law firm on 24th and mission. He sent me a message titled hola Espanola. I replied saying bien bien, how’s life.
Just learned a few new phrases and different things that correlate together. The thing with over here is with out legs life would be impossible like dragging yourself across the city with your arms. I saw that movie with Natalie Portman and the antagonist from no country for old men it was about the painter goya. Last night I had a horrible dream relating around history and there were guns shooting paintings. I woke up at two and pretended to sleep till four until I could not take it. Today I walked an hour through my neighborhood to reach the street filled with tons of people drinking. My first and last drink was a margarita from hard rock café. Dad said here, happy birthday. I took the metro all alone heading to the reina sofia museum.
I only liked the paintings by miro because it reminded me of b1 and our reincarnation of one of his colorful shits. I was too sleepy to look around so I sat on a bench in a garden and thought about how my six euros went to waste. Next time I go I’ll need a partner like jeffrey’s dad juan carlos. Since he’s a painter he knows everything—you have to have experience to talk I’ve noticed. Usually when I say something half of it is wrong. I had coca cola in a bottle and it was so sweet it reminded me of mexico and jason’s fridge, and ken buying it at el farolito. I miss el farolito by arlo’s law firm on 24th and mission. He sent me a message titled hola Espanola. I replied saying bien bien, how’s life.
Monday, June 30, 2008
its four thirty am. since the fridge isn't cool enough the water feels warm and the sun hits twenty four seven. yesterday in the airport these pictures were taken:
sometimes when you're in something you feel yourself not in it. spain is weird to me. like the people walking by with their big eyes and nice hair and lisps. and the ariport. and the calamari sandwiches. and the flute men chasing after you for spare change. the thing that is harming is not being around everyone i know.
outside my window:
sometimes when you're in something you feel yourself not in it. spain is weird to me. like the people walking by with their big eyes and nice hair and lisps. and the ariport. and the calamari sandwiches. and the flute men chasing after you for spare change. the thing that is harming is not being around everyone i know.
outside my window:
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
EVERYTHINGS HAPPENING!
if you just got out of the shower we have something in common. if you're looking for me i'm nearly gone. where am i? Benihanas.
just in case was my password for a while until i changed it to kitschen calc Q lus and apple
i decided to make everything public minutes after telling everyone that i got out of the shower.
i'm excited.
just in case was my password for a while until i changed it to kitschen calc Q lus and apple
i decided to make everything public minutes after telling everyone that i got out of the shower.
i'm excited.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
nothing really right now
just came back from delfina and it was the weirdest thing ever to touch my face. today was almost horrible but the beginning was so perfect that its perfection was a disease reminding me of a UTI. buffalo exchange on haight is filled with.. well.. its filled with a long line of sellers. me and miko sat there today and in exchange for his time and for his birthday i gave him an ipod. later on after 74 brand new dollars we headed on the six to meet matt to wish him off to wish me off for him new york and for me nowhere. it's been a long 2 hours and 36 minutes. before this time we ran up and down elevators and saw this view.
it reminds me of all the things a place can offer and all the self proclaimed landmarks that are made to absorb peoples feelings and blinks. each time i blink before the time my lids touch and the time my lids miss i remember everything i just saw and move it to enter inside me. when i am sad i usually just stare at the person I'm sad with and pretend I'm playing the game of blink, if that game fails then i play the game which rules revolve around the idea of not being the one to laugh first. when it comes to tantrums even though I'm a year older i still feel the same.
some say my problem is opening up and others say the same thing.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
i want to be seventeen
i only have nine minutes left and then thats it. ive been camping so it's not my fault. i got a lot of things around my room all messy. ive got a lot of things.
when i get sick, ill be sick. sometimes its nicer to be. but not when you have company over and not enough time to make a quick meal and not enough time to go somewhere where y ou haven't been because your sick and lazy.
i want to be married but marriage wont take me.
when things aren't your case you should file a law suit. when it's not your problem it's not your fault.
square one is a square bigger than the universe.
40 minutes earlier i got a call from ken which was very nice. the Filipino time zone plays on a field opposite of mine. this is the same for other countries on the other side of the ocean laying to my right. the next person to call me made me upset.
when i get sick, ill be sick. sometimes its nicer to be. but not when you have company over and not enough time to make a quick meal and not enough time to go somewhere where y ou haven't been because your sick and lazy.
i want to be married but marriage wont take me.
when things aren't your case you should file a law suit. when it's not your problem it's not your fault.
square one is a square bigger than the universe.
40 minutes earlier i got a call from ken which was very nice. the Filipino time zone plays on a field opposite of mine. this is the same for other countries on the other side of the ocean laying to my right. the next person to call me made me upset.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
letter of encouragment round two:
Subject:
so
Body:
The other day something unrelated made me think of you, which happens. So I remembered that you had a blog thing, and I remembered the address to it, and I made my way there.
Now I dont know if you know this, but I've set my sites on becoming a writer or something along those lines, so I read things much too much. When I read those things, usually my favorites that are really great, I have a habit of spending the next few minutes after that narrating the things I do in my head, and formulating all my thoughts as if I was going to put them down on something, like a paper or computer. It's a nice little side effect.
After reading a couple of entries on your blog thing, I found myself doing just that.
So I guess the point of all this, is to just say thank you for putting them on something, and then out on the internet for me to see.
so
Body:
The other day something unrelated made me think of you, which happens. So I remembered that you had a blog thing, and I remembered the address to it, and I made my way there.
Now I dont know if you know this, but I've set my sites on becoming a writer or something along those lines, so I read things much too much. When I read those things, usually my favorites that are really great, I have a habit of spending the next few minutes after that narrating the things I do in my head, and formulating all my thoughts as if I was going to put them down on something, like a paper or computer. It's a nice little side effect.
After reading a couple of entries on your blog thing, I found myself doing just that.
So I guess the point of all this, is to just say thank you for putting them on something, and then out on the internet for me to see.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
small words of encouragement
death can cause many things. little irony is found after and inside of nothing. laugh out louds can be considered selfish even when you want to dance after a while it becomes old. the older you get the closer you are and you can up the process by doing nasty things. some would call it nasty and others fun. it's up to you to decided.
living is like moving over in bed also this is seen as tossing and turning. if your parents are afraid to let you go then your parents come in a pair. it is likely that you will notice.
some people win a lot of things. money like scholarships or they cheat into steeling liza minelys bank account. most money comes from somewhere and we just don't know it. this is why we are connected and remain so keen on connecting.
if there is some one you like the chances they feel the same is partially open. you would be lucky if they felt the same. they will come your way and you wont even know it. luck doesn't come in dosages and instead comes from birth.
my end note is one simple rule.
rule 9
it's lighter than you think. so don't hire moving men.
living is like moving over in bed also this is seen as tossing and turning. if your parents are afraid to let you go then your parents come in a pair. it is likely that you will notice.
some people win a lot of things. money like scholarships or they cheat into steeling liza minelys bank account. most money comes from somewhere and we just don't know it. this is why we are connected and remain so keen on connecting.
if there is some one you like the chances they feel the same is partially open. you would be lucky if they felt the same. they will come your way and you wont even know it. luck doesn't come in dosages and instead comes from birth.
my end note is one simple rule.
rule 9
it's lighter than you think. so don't hire moving men.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
i dont think i get sad. what i get is itchy.
today I'm graduating. those of you who are unfamiliar with me probably are most surprised. today I'm graduating and i don't even care.
sometimes i want to smoke because i know its best to help this. i want to eat spoiled eggs and gagg and get racy with someone who is bad.
if you force yourself into feeling good then you force your self into doing something. if you eat really fast you'll forget about how much you are eating. this happens with drinks and things related. i don't know anything about myself in the night or the morning, i feel most comfort arise in mid day. the worst thing is when i sit in the park i feel extra dumb. i would rather sit in bed. my bed is broken. the middle has no support and its like a hole. you'll see the diagram. every time i wake up off it i say to myself "20 more days and NO MORE OF THIS!" i like my blanket, it use to make me sneeze till i couldn't take it. i got rid of it and missed it and forced myself into loving it all over again.
I'm always the same with everything i do. you can compare me to a couch; some say I'm really comfortable.
sometimes i want to smoke because i know its best to help this. i want to eat spoiled eggs and gagg and get racy with someone who is bad.
if you force yourself into feeling good then you force your self into doing something. if you eat really fast you'll forget about how much you are eating. this happens with drinks and things related. i don't know anything about myself in the night or the morning, i feel most comfort arise in mid day. the worst thing is when i sit in the park i feel extra dumb. i would rather sit in bed. my bed is broken. the middle has no support and its like a hole. you'll see the diagram. every time i wake up off it i say to myself "20 more days and NO MORE OF THIS!" i like my blanket, it use to make me sneeze till i couldn't take it. i got rid of it and missed it and forced myself into loving it all over again.
I'm always the same with everything i do. you can compare me to a couch; some say I'm really comfortable.
Monday, June 09, 2008
dear yogi
it is funner when you don't know anybody and find someone at a close call of almost being alone. when i am next to you i dream about witches eating us or scratching my leg and telling me to be afraid of anyone outside Parisian decent.
minutes pass
i am getting quiet after repeating the word arrriba with a terrible side of rolling errres. its weird when i don't say a word, and its even weirder when you get stopped on the street. famously assaulted like a man who dresses too hot for the weather. always, i am mad when you take all the attention. always i am mad.
i am mad when you don't write me letters. if you don't write me when you're gone i will feel replaced. whenever i am replaced i feel tender. like a tenderloin grilling by some smashed potatos. transfer me to a letter and i will be the letter P.
i hate the belly aches you give me. stop feeding me chips and steakhouse almonds. give me mango. give me mango all the time. i love mangos in the same way that i love you.
lately my legs have been growing. they grow when i am sleeping and listening to things that make me move like an arrow. i am so long. you'll have to travel my distance. from boston to sanfrancisco to L.A. to spain and back to america.
see me for directions.
love
caca
minutes pass
i am getting quiet after repeating the word arrriba with a terrible side of rolling errres. its weird when i don't say a word, and its even weirder when you get stopped on the street. famously assaulted like a man who dresses too hot for the weather. always, i am mad when you take all the attention. always i am mad.
i am mad when you don't write me letters. if you don't write me when you're gone i will feel replaced. whenever i am replaced i feel tender. like a tenderloin grilling by some smashed potatos. transfer me to a letter and i will be the letter P.
i hate the belly aches you give me. stop feeding me chips and steakhouse almonds. give me mango. give me mango all the time. i love mangos in the same way that i love you.
lately my legs have been growing. they grow when i am sleeping and listening to things that make me move like an arrow. i am so long. you'll have to travel my distance. from boston to sanfrancisco to L.A. to spain and back to america.
see me for directions.
love
caca
Saturday, June 07, 2008
last time was funner than this time
the problem with this kind of thing is the free. i don't mind so much being hammered by a man but i do as hell mind being hammered by a boy. a half man. an in between-- a still sucking sucker. and that's why i was so taken a back as i was walking up the stairs of my house. little did i know that old d. loufas would be sitting on my sidelines sipping a cola laughing it up with that oh so welcoming fam of mine. it's ok, i concur. i pray to god. i will blink my eyes just once.
i will open my eyes after 7 seconds and remember what it's like. i'll like it and feel it and hold it for a good amount of time. it's expired and it's rotten so i threw it out and went to daly city to watch sex and the city with a man who is not gay. his initials are J.W and his receding hair line co exists. jk. there was this girl that i was spying on when i left the bathroom i heard her say one thing and i almost puked. the movie displayed women negatively, as in they only think about two things shopping and sex. what a fucking floozy.sometimes i feel bad for all girls who don't have anna karina's brain.
i will open my eyes after 7 seconds and remember what it's like. i'll like it and feel it and hold it for a good amount of time. it's expired and it's rotten so i threw it out and went to daly city to watch sex and the city with a man who is not gay. his initials are J.W and his receding hair line co exists. jk. there was this girl that i was spying on when i left the bathroom i heard her say one thing and i almost puked. the movie displayed women negatively, as in they only think about two things shopping and sex. what a fucking floozy.sometimes i feel bad for all girls who don't have anna karina's brain.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
eat him alive and love it
hello my friends, I'm with three people right now and their names are Matt miko jason Carla manila west and we're called the land of opportunity for nothing. it's totally legit that it is so fucked up. SHOUT OUT TO BIG p YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I KNOW YOU ARE READING THIS. dream bigger than a plant that is bigger than NYU and snobby jason's apartment equipped with pirates bootie. and pirate jokes that i used to share with someone who is no one that i no longer know. you cant just do homework and expect a big win, the new schhools pretty good, and were looking for a free school. miami university in ohio-- it is fucking good. no one even knows it.
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