one curious place.

A hidden art form

2009-08-03T13:54:00.000-07:00

So my summer has basically consisted in smoking a lot of weed and buying slushees (I only work one day a week, what's a girl to do, really). It's the latter I feel I need to praise.

The slushee, or more capitally known as the ICEE, is a highly understated beverage/treat. (you can read more about them here :http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slushee)

Whenever I am with slushee, 10's of people will compliment me on my superb taste. I normally go with the mix, and depending on the location, SuperAmerica, Holiday (gas stations in general) or Movie theaters. Although the movie theater slushees tend to be high dollar, normally at a flat rate of 3.99 or above. That's why whenever I crave a slushee, I make sure I am not at a movie and close to a gas station, where they range from 88 cents to 1.89, depending upon the size.

Slushee tip: I've found that sharing with a friend increases pleasure factor by 25%. But you must get a 'large', setting you both back about 90 cents, in order to avoid quarrels about who had the most.

I've found a general consensus amongst slushee drinkers, and it is that we do NOT say the actual names of the flavors. This makes you look like a complete idiot:

MAN 1: "Hey man. Oh shit, is that a slushee? What kind?"

MAN 2: "Blue-raspberry and Cherry."

*M1 punches M2 in the face, steals his slushee and wallet and runs.

You MUST categorize and label your slushee flavors as colors. Red and Blue, Yellow and Green, this is how you successfully integrate yourself into the elites.

you're welcome-

She said call me now baby, and I'd come a runnin'

2009-08-02T16:00:00.001-07:00

I always start thing and forget them. what gives. it's probably because i smoke so much pot. but probably not, seeing as i clearly just like laying around and doing nothing.

IT is fun though, just laying around. So relaxing. One thing I wish was mandatory was relaxation. What the fuck! Why cant our society just be cool cool cool as shit? Why the constant bland things and striving for mediocrity (anyone wearing khaki or beige)? i say let's begin anew. Naps for everyone. No more 15 minute break bullshit. I want a siesta, and i want it now. COLORS. EVERYWHERE! pink houses, lime green cars. except not as lame as the volkswagon beetle, because you will just end up looking like a fucking retard in that atrocity. Jesus Christ.

I also think people need to wear more patterns, and have a living room that looks like this:

I just get the feeling that as me and a lot of my friends are "growing up", aka graduating college which has absolutely nothing to do with growing up as all of us are completely 100% dependant on our parents still, and feeling like they need to become "more adult". What the fuck does that even mean? Why do I need to start shopping for beige things (i think it's clear, my thoughts on beige and anything in the like) and wearing disgusting "business clothes"? I hate dressing "up" for work, it's so fucking stupid. I'm off stuck pondering human society, especially ours, and why we do the things we do and have the societal rules we have.

anyways, point being(ish) that i want crazy shit. i want to do crazy shit. not all the time, but sprinkled here and there to keep me green and alive! It makes me sick to think that my friends, a whopping 95% of them are going to settle down in a year somewhere in midsize-forgettable town, midwest US of A, and act like their life is charming, when what's really going on is they are afraid of the unknown.

I don't buy into anyone's excuses, and I hear a lot of them. "it's too expensive to travel." If you really wanted to, you would find a way. You should always find a way to make yourself happy. point blank.

I have one semester to go and there is this surprisingly impatient ache inside of me to see the world, be out there with PEOPLE of the world, those with whom i share an entire planet! i want to talk to everyone, meet every kind of person, love a hundred more people and learn about every different way humans live! i want to dance and sing and eat with all kinds! how wonderful that would be.

i hate making plans. as of now my future plan is to jet off to south america for a while after graduation. i will actually be teaching an english course at a university in Santiago, Chile in the spring, but hopefully i can plan a vacation throughout south america before i hunker down and start a "real life job". but that's only until august of 2010. then, as of now, i would hopefully be attending a university outside of the US. I know homesickness, and i know her pretty well. she was kind of a bitchy fuck last time, but the next will be different. i have nothing holding me back, save my family, but my travels only give them an excuse to get out of the country and visit their" wayward daughter", as my mother once called me. no little sinews of bone connecting my heart to anything that weighs more than friendship, and what a heavy weight that can be!

I'm ready to be out there, away from the comforts of home, naked, no walls or inhibitions, exploring the world and obviously exploring my own mind. limitations and capacities will be stretched and strained, but no doubt will i emerge from whatever i'm looking for, very peaceful and wise.

more to come-

Oh shit, it begins

2008-09-16T19:08:00.000-07:00

the night is cold...

Haven't been up in dis biz for a while now. Not since everyone fucked off of Mindsay. I guess that was totally high school. And I ain't play that game no mo!!

So i'm sitting in Brazil. Generally missing sharing my thoughts that I know MILLIONS of people are waiting to read. Calma, gente. But pretty much after I saw my friend Katherine look at one of her hipster friends blogs, I was like " whoa, people still do these. HIP people. I'm totally down. Where's my green peace coffee?? And my Tolstoy?" so I decided to start one up again.

World, I am currently sitting in Brazil. Living, doing, and eating like a fucking horse. What it is I eat, I have no idea. Just mountains of food find themselves in my belly. But thankfully the hills I walk up and down everyday wear off that shit and/or move it to my ass. Tevz, I'm down for a Brazilian ass. Probably will be the best thing that ever happened to me.

So living in Brazil is rad. I'm meeting a lot of genuinely nice folk. The people here are amazing, and so nice and actually interested in your life. Not like the busy busy not-really-busy-pretentious-douche-purses-"I'm-in-Carlson"-I'll-have-a-shitty-entry-level-job-like-the-rest-of-you-but-will-never-admit-to-it-or-tell-anyone-and-act-superior-only-to-heal-my-own-wounds-because-my-dad-never-loved-me-and-I-haven't-had-a-boner-since-I-was-12 I encountered on an hourly basis in the good ol' US of A. Don't get me wrong, I love my home country but we are a bunch of fucks sometimes.

And as if my worldly adventures weren't being satisfied enough, I am going to India next fall, hopefully, with my best pal in the whole world Abby. Fires in the desert in the middle of the night, singing, watching the camel we rode there on... I can't imagine anything cooler. Maybe studying abroad interplanetarily, but until that happens, India will rock my nips. hard. Plus learning Hindi will be, like, a total shocker in topics of conversations.

"Why yes, I do know Spanish and Portuguese..."

"How interesting I kno--"

"And Hindi."

"Shit girl, here's 5 dollars."

(devilish grin)

I bought the 4th (and final, nerd gasp) Twilight book Breaking Dawn. Shit. I haven't cracked it open yet but when I smell those freshly freed pages I can't help but exclaim with joy "VAMPIRES LIVE!! VIVA VAMPIROS" until I get one of the many strange glances from a native here, or my friend Katherine, and walk away silently, but smiling at the ground because they'll never know the joys of Edward! VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE!!!! VIVA MAGICO!!!!

até mais, your fave young adult novel loving apprentice wizard girl,

KTB