inside the wonderful world of vee

i’m listening to… “in the bedroom after the war” and “today will be better, i swear!” by stars.

it’s the end of the world then, according to mayans, some chinese fool, and some other fools.

what’ll you be doing up until then?

why not live it up?

might as well, right? xP

i went skateboarding two times this week. wow. it’s like. fun. for some reason. i mean, it’s a fucking board on wheels but it’s fun?!!!! i went to artoleptec and ran into nancy cause skate like a girl had a booth there and she taught me skateboarding basics… which i kinda already knew but it was good actually having it concretely because i kinda made it up before. a skateboard feels much more comfortable now than it did before, i’d say. ;0 anyway, we went to skate barn in renton today and it was um quite entertaining. there were two other people learning as well but they seemed a little scared to get hurt. which i can’t blame them for really but i learned through snowboarding that if you don’t get hurt you’ll never get better. so might as well try and get better. that being said, falling while skateboarding hurts a helluva lot more than falling while snowboarding. so that’s not fun. but uhm, managed to go down a ramp today! YEAH! i tried it by myself initially and ate it pretty hard (wrist & hip) but after learning ‘how to do it’ it was fine. and a ramp is not a half-pipe. it’s just a ramp. @__@ ramps are less exciting. but still exciting if you knew what it feels like to go down it for the first time — aka, scary. D:

friday, phil and roxanne came up from california to visit. i picked them up at like 8am and then we went to point defiance zoo to visit sheepie <3. sheepie wasn’t as cute as before, but oh well. good ol’ sheepie. <3 the zoo was cool cool. watched mass feeding of fish. hmm… watched polar bears that were playing with a ball that had ice inside it. poor poor hot polar bears. it was so hot that day. they musta been dying 8[

after that, we went to eat at fort st. george and then went around pioneer square, which those fools were sorely disappointed by. they like, thought the place would be crazy awesome and huge but come on, people just go to pioneer square to club, go to bars, drink, beg for money, and look at old buildings. that’s it. so they weren’t too big a fan of that.

then i dropped them off at their hotel and picked them up again when it was eating time. went to umi sake house but there was a 1 1/2 hour wait, so we went to shiro’s!!!!!! it was really? good? but expensive as hell and like… expensive as hell. we were all still hungry. then we went to walk around UW for a while and then went BACK to umi sake house because people are crazy and obsessed with food. wow, so pointless. everything revolveth around food. it’s pathetic. americans.

the next day, lenny and i and lewis were supposed to go to derek’s annual party in anacortes, but lenny got a flat tire and shit, so we didn’t go!! :[ instead we went to linh’s friend krystal’s apartment and it was the most vietnamese people i’ve ever met in my life. kinda weird to be honest, cause i’ve probably actually known like… a handful of vietnamese people ever. but it was somewhat amusing and lenny passed out way early. lots of random conversation and lots of DRAMA. there was this girl named dao who’s boyfriend she had just broken up with yet he kept calling her to lie to her and say they should get back together because he had brain cancer and shit. and she asked him how he knew and he said it was a self-diagnosis based offa web m.d. — what kinda crazy shit? so she was crying and crap, and posa at some point picked up the phone and cussed him out, and then young decided to play the other side of the game when the guy called back again, and tried to be the “nice guy” and was like, “i just want to know what’s going on… blahblah”… and i guess ex-boyfriendw as mad because when posa was screaming at him his parents picked up (he still lives with them) and posa woke them up. so young said, “oh no, we didn’t mean to wake up your parents… always have to respect the elders… we like to keep it within the 20s so that was an accident…” which was just HILARIOUS.

but yeah. so first, dao starts crying, and then linh starts crying, and then krystal starts crying, and then rosalyn starts crying… to my understanding, anyway. linh’s sister tracie was also here for the weekend. she’s 17, i think? but pretty cool. word. anyway, there was a lot of crying and drama. oh, at some point young took a teddy bear and went into the room where all the girls were crying and just gripped the teddy bear and pretended to play dead and none of them even suspected he was awake! and he was eavesdropping the whole time and came back and told us exactly what they were talking about and i guess they kept talking about how posa was the perfect guy. lol. posa was like, what? i bet vivian has a different opinion of this. haha.

oh yeah also, dao had the last bottle of alcohol and was drinking it straight from the bottle i guess, so the guys were desperate for alcohol and kept asking around for alcohol… so posa got this idea to fill an empty bacardi bottle with water and swap it with the bottle dao had. and it WORKED. later, dao came back and like “gan-bei’d” with us and was like, “WTF THIS ISN’T ALCOHOL!” and it took her so long to realize it. O__o how odd.

anyway, drama is fo yo mommas.

today being the first truly nice day in a while (at least, during which i am not working), i’m spending a large portion of my day sitting outside on my front porch… if you can even call it a porch. it’s really more just like three stairs and a little creepy enclave. the house has burnt wood siding painted poop brown. lul.

i have some pictures from going to blvd gallery, roq la rue, and suite 100 gallery last night, but i think i will hold off on posting them til maybe tomorrow. or later. or maybe when i get a redefine art blog up.

also went midnight bowling last night. initially it was kind of fun… the first game, that is… i won with a 116, woot. but all subsequent games turned crappier and crappier, as i got more and more bored. the third was truly atrocious, though, because they had turned on the neon lights at that time and it rendered me somehow completely unable to bowl anymore. i couldn’t really see what i was doing. i dunno. it was weird because i never really thought visual cues on the ground made any kind of difference on my bowling, but evidently they made a huge difference. third game was a whopping 51 pointer. haha. last place. ftw.

at least the combination of blacklights and somewhat decent music videos (btw, i don’t care what anyone says but i freaking love THE VINES — the band) helped me to go bed last night. it was my first good night’s sleep in like……………… a week plus. and by good, i mean, i didn’t actually wake up a million times during the night. it was fooking fantastic.

that being said my soul is still in a state of self-torture. rarrr. relationship things for starters, but there is more.

lately i have been going to a lot more art shows than normal and conversing with a large amount of artists, and it just makes me want to better myself as an artist. like, really badly. it’s really hard, though, between balancing a magazine and working full-time. i mean those two things together are enough to crush the time but……………… blarhg.

allergies don’t help either ^_^

let’s just get it straight that belltown sucks. everyone who is not uppity as hell knows this. minus a couple good restaurants like umi sake house. other than that, though, it’s overpriced and full of pissants!!!!!!!

well, friday evening was some art show at the mcleod residence, which is located in belltown, across the street from what was formerly the croc cafe (r.i.p.). a very cool gallery that is purrrrdy chill. here are some pics from it. very few, though, because the show was… mer, kind of uninspiring.

augie pagan. these are plain skateboard decks which have artwork lasered onto them. best deck of the night. there were some okay ones but this was the only one i felt was good enough to photograph

but there were some other cool things in the house…

michael jackson, made of cereal. didn’t get the artist name. my bad. :[ but it says “king of pop” using alphabet cereal! and “kids”! and some other things. oh, and, the mcleod residence had the coolest fucking wallpaper. you can see it reflecting off of MJ’s shiny white face.

but really, the bathroom was the best thing there. the burtamari group (if i can fucking read this tiny text on the photo right) made this screen that moves when you move, and it’s comprised of little images of you… going into infinity. kinda. and the toilet paper? SHITBEGONE. made by… jed ela?!! (again, same problem!) hell yeah. you can even bring it home with you for some bucks. HOLLA.

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that evening was pure relationship hell. YEAH.

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that following day, i helped jennie decorate for “down the rabbit hole” rave (alice-in-wonderland-themed). my camera died. i could not take pics. here are the only ones i could take. she has more. hopefully she can shares. i want to throw a redefine event in that rave space. oh yes. anyway, this is only one piece. there are a bunch more non-pictured. maybe when i get them from her. the rave itself that evening was mediocre. semi-fun, semi-not, but got a free $50 worth of tickets for lenny and i, so i guess it makes it okay maybe. arr.

so i’m posting this 7 days late. so what. blah. i’m so not in the mood to be doing this but i will do it anyway. i’m tired as fauk. lately i’ve been sleeping really badly. i’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, sweating my arse off, and then going back to sleep just to wake up again, freezing my ass off. :[ :[ :[

tim hooper’s robots.

gregory l. blackstock. didn’t think his art was so amazing initially. in fact, it was hard to understand. i was just like, WTF. so was nick. but then he saw an article describing the work, and the guy is autistic and feels the need to document everything he sees, basically. vurrr cooool. i mean, it must be kind of annoying to be so obsessed, but cool nonetheless. from an outsider perspective anyway. good thing he knows how to drawring.

howard something or other. help.

ab the flagman. is this amazing or WHAT?? amazing.

kevin titzer. makes his stuff out of driftwood found in the ohio river.

pall cordes wilm. i may have the wrong name here. need to double-check.

jose luis rodriguez guerra. his work is AMAZING. amazing. um… amazing. lots of mayan and mexican-inspired works, most of which were a study of the human body. i mean seriously amazing. he painted on these slabs, kind of, that were rounded on every corner and were a combination of wood and masonite. really really sleek. certainly not everyone’s cup o’ joe but i love it.

CANVAS GALLERY
i had some amazing photos of works by greg boudreau, math-you, and margot lovinger… or so i thought. because i /failed. because none of them showed up in my final photos for some reason T__T canvas gallery occupies what was formerly the latter half of snowboard connection. let me just say that this is a great gallery featuring lots of work by talented artists. they have a little room for installation work but haven’t seemed to utilize much of it.

robin harlow. lifesize chess board using painted baby doll faces. mmm. she had some other pieces up which looked mediocre but felt very er… incomplete. mostly collage work with very rough edges.

619 BUILDING
i’d like to note that i haven’t been by the 619 building in MONTHS but shit, man, the art is SOOOOOOOOOOO much gooder than before. like, so much.

i don’t know the name of the artist, but this second piece is way true.

mark m. magill. there was a collection of “books” by artists, and this guy’s work was consistently the best. it was like, every time you saw a book of quality, it HAD to have been by this guy. and it always was. all the other ones were kind of crap. this guy, though — he is money.

an amazing idea here, which allows passerbys to flex their drawing skills. hahahahahaa. in the second pic, check out the last panel on the upper right piece of paper, if you can see it. amazing. sorry, i really like the word amazing.

ryan molenkamp. shit, this was only $100? i shoulda bought that shit. not that i have the money. but what the fuck!

anonymous artist, sorry. and this shit was like, $3,000, i think!

a two-artist collaboration between… *insert some names i’m going to get from sohaila*… but shit man. these “hentai” pieces were seriously my favorite thing there. crude? perhaps. there was some kind of exotic underground party going on or something, so the third or fourth floor was completely dedicated to sexually explicit shots. lots of latex-clad individuals. good stuff????? YEAH??? lots of tits and ass???? YEAH.

can’t be complete without a cock lamp. there was a 6″ tall one too. HAHAHAHA. T__T and business cards, with this lamp on it.

so that was thursday. more art this coming weekend and also……… the friday the 04/04/08. AAAAH.

currently watching… some weird mystery show on the hallmark channel. “murder she wrote” is on next, heh.

thursday, august 16th, 2007
got my magazines back today — only 35 of them, but they look ama-freaking-zing!!!!!!! on the downside, though, i have to print more asap… blargh!

this past week lenny and i played like 13 hours of “guild 2″ because we finally got the shit working. and it was most exciting. that game is micro-management death, though, but it seems hard as hell to program (not that i know anything about programming) but everyone in the game has their own artificial a.i. and every computer character that you don’t control still interacts with one another. basically the point is your family has to win via violence, politics, or economic means and wipe out all the other families. werd.

we’ve also finally been playing a little bit of “company of heroes,” which is, of course, always great!

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friday, august 17th, 2007
after work, went with hsuhan and rachel to what was supposed to be the mf doom show. he actually was replaced by redman, though… i don’t know why! sean cee was spinning that night. they had the most annoying announcer who kept interrupting everyone. bleh. redman was a lot better than anticipated. the show was “sneaker pimps,” sponsored by k-swiss, and basically they get a bunch of shoes painted by artists and stuff. parskid was there painting a giant shoe. like, it was huge! it sucked because i brought my camera but i forgot to bring a memory card with it, so i didn’t get to get any shots of it. bleh. was going to for magazine purposes but i guess i ended up paying $18 just for the entertainment. the MC was a fucking idiot and sucked ass. he kept calling parskid “mars one” HAHHAHAHA and sean cee “c - something” (who is actually sean’s friend from texas). what an idiot. after the set, redman sat on stage smoking a blunt. hah. rachel got her shoe signed by him and i gave him my business card and told him to check the mag. i doubt if he will. but we’ll see. all these hoes were scribbling their numbers on his hand. like he’s going to call your ass. haha. he’s funny though — he was high as fuck and at one point he put a towel on his head AND put on a hoodie and looked ridiculous. he also had this fat gold chain which he kept taking off and people would get all excited thinking he was going to throw it out, but really he’d just flip it over and put it back on. again and again. HAHAHAHAHA. most funny.

afterwards we went to purple dot, which was alright… i think they switched a chef or something because shit doesn’t taste the same lately… but i’m not sure.

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saturday, august 18th, 2007
lenny and i were supposed to wake up and go to fort casey but as usually we got up too late. bleh. i woke up at eight am too because aeryn came over because he had to get a tape recorder before warped tour, but still, tried to take a short nap and get up again and it just didn’t happen. i don’t know why i need to sleep so much these days. it’s weird.

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sunday, august 19th, 2007
again was going to go to fort casey but the weather was bad when we woke up in the morning so we decided not to go. instead, there was a fucking poop nightmare at lenny’s mom’s house. omfg. lewis and taylor ran upstairs and i guess taylor was in the middle of pooping and decide to give a shake (the kind a dog does after being wet) and poop went flying all over the carpet, wall, clothes, backpacks, bedsheets, everything, everything, everything!!!!! … everything!! and it wasn’t the dry kind of poop — it was like the consistency of dog food. it was gross. disgusting. had to wash a load of clothes after that, heh, and get the carpet cleaned, and windex the walls… then i gave taylor a bath and it’s the first time i’ve given a dog a bath but i got soaking wet because he kept trying to escape. that bitch. and then somehow in that process i got poop all over my pants. blarghhhhh!!!!!! but i didn’t know it yet. so i went downstairs and all i could smell was poop for some reason. bleh! lenny let lewis outside and then as lewie was coming in i saw his ass and it was covered with poopy! covered!!! so we’re like AAAHHH! and lenny took lewis to get a bath. i was like, “no wonder i smelled poop!” and then i put some clothes in the laundry and then looked at my pants halfway thru the laundry being done and finally saw that i had poop on my pants. and again i was like, “no wonder i smelled poop!” it was a nightmare. stupid dumb dogs. taylor is such an idiot. he was like running around in circles after i gave him a bath, chasing his own tail and barking at it, and then smelled lenny’s mom’s clothes and just peed on it. not a moment of thought. so bizarre. i don’t understand at all. then later i was eating pizza and watching “survivorman” and all i could do was get dog hair on my pizza and in my mouth. i’m not even sure how that happens — i never even put down the fucking pizza, i was holding it the whole time. bleaghhhh!! no doggies for me for a little bit lol. at least not long-haired ones. or idiots. sick.

(poop shown is about … 1/4 of the poop that was splattered across the room… and splattered is probably the best description for it too!)

okay — here’s my so-cal journal entry, finally.

friday, july 27th
get to so-cal after work. got two hours of sleep before due to magazine design. w00! go crazy!!! jeanette and lindsay pick me up from the airport. great fun, great fun. we head on over to the omni hotel in san diego… jeanette’s friend kayla works for warner brothers and as a result, had a space there and all that jazz. free housing?! how can we resist?! so we get ready to go out.

“300″ party. yeah yeah. by the time we got there it was kinda late and no one was really around anymore… there was some dope ass food, though. if you’re wondering what it was for, it was for the “300″ dvd release. evidently clive owen (the main dude in “sin city”, during the prositute town section) and jessica alba were there, and clive owen was in the elevator with kayla at some point, talking to her. nyes. anyway, did i mention the food was good? yeah, it was quite good. that’s all we did really, so let me mention it again. the food was good.

apparently, like, people in LA like to pose on red carpets after they’re used.

me trying to hide from a picture and failing. this was at some rooftop bar. uh yeah. i just have to say — so-cal people, at least in this area? not my style. prior to the bar, though, it was even worse. we met up with their very friendly, quite possibly gay friend who was really excited to talk to me about seattle because he had just come up for ultimate frisbee or something… i liked him, though. very friendly. but yeah, before the bar we went to a club — a hip-hop / top 40s type club, and i’m not very comfortable in clubs unless they’re playing electronic music, so needless to say, i was uncomfortable.

that night we went home, and kayla had drunk quite a bit, i guess, and she was yakmaster flex. there was a lot of being woken up via her yakking in the toilet.

saturday, july 28th
got up in the morning time and went to comic con! holla! jeanette borrowed kayla’s pass and came with me for like, two hours. and evidently that was about all she could handle. i got a press pass… or else i wouldn’t have been there.

ugly dolls!!!!! they were sooooo nice feeling. man, i want a costume like that. i kept trying to run after them to take a photo with them. FAILURE. they couldn’t see except out of the little hole in the front of their body, so they didn’t know if anyone was in front of them or behind them. they kept crushing me later on because they were walking sideways and didn’t know i was in front of them… haha. but anyway, i was chasing after them and hugging them from behind for a while. it was great. love me an uglydoll!!!

did you know grimace used to have 4 arms? i didn’t!

can’t have a nerd convention without jabba.

can’t have a nerd convention without batman in lego form.

can’t have a nerd convention without an ass shot of spidey.

played a bunch of puzzlefigther here, but unfortunately, only terrible people kept challenging me. like, they would play me 5x and lose every time. and you’re supposed to leave after losing one round, BUT THEY WOULDN’T. one guy had literally never played before and still made me play with him 5x. it was pain. i also missed mega man dressed up, which sucked, even though i was there the same time mega man was :( :( did get to talk to some artists, though, and i’ll need to email some of them to follow up!! hmm, also bought a bunch of shit… let’s see… what else, that’s about it, i guess. jennifer [yee] was working at the wizkids! booth and i hung out with her for a little bit but she seemed quite very busy.

lunch/dinner at fred’s mexican cafe. it was decently good, even though they put coleslaw in their tacos. i have to admit i kind of liked it, though.

so kayla got sunburned really bad, because they were at the pool while i was finishing up at comic con. anyway, pool… that’s what people do in so-cal too!

this guy draws these pimp ass chalk drawings that don’t look 3d unless you look at them from a certain angle. famous guy. if you don’t know him already, you kind of suck.

jeanette wanted to go to the mall to buy some present for her friend’s birthday. we didn’t find a present, but my shoes were killing me, so i bought a pair of flip-flops. ugh, waste of money. but necessary at the time. i was literally dying. anyway, we had this really funny transaction with the guy at the counter. i was getting flip-flops and he started talking to jeanette, asking if we’d gone to comic con. she said i did, ran a magazine. blahblah, so i handed him a business card as i was being rung out. and i gave him my credit card too, but it took him a while to ring it up because we were all distracted. and then i noticed this freaking belt buckle that looked like a wad of bills (see below).

blang blang belt buckle. anyway, we got sidetracked taking pics of that belt buckle, so like, i nearly forgot to get back my credit card from the dude at the register. lol, as i was outside, changing shoes to my new flip-flops, i noticed i never got a receipt. i went in to get it, and he gave it to me. luckily no one had gone after me!!! anyway, two seconds later, he came out and realized that i hadn’t even signed the merchant copy. oops! worst credit card transaction ever!!!

on the way back, i saw this homeless guy. his sign intruiged me, so i asked him about it. he rambled a bunch of shit i honestly did not understand. essentially it went something like, the government screwed him a bunch of times — he had three houses and liquidated them but the government never gave him the money for them… and that he had to go to china and then couldn’t come back so he had to apply for refugee status. and then he said he learned some shit about being a pilot and knew how to hack into government things and he tried to use that to blackmail the government but it didn’t work. i don’t understand. and did not wholly believe at first (even though he talked very coherently and seemed like he knew what he was talking about… that was the only reason i had doubts — he was very well-spoken), but then he pulled out this note from china, which was all wrinkled and inside his passport… which basically said, yeah, he really had applied for refugee status in china. everything else i’m honestly not sure about because he used massive tech talk mumbo jumbo, but yeah.

the scene outside of comic con.

gasLAMP district. i kept thinking it was gastown like vancouver or gasworks or something. whatever the hell. this is the area our hotel / comic con / the bars we went to were.

bondi bar. well, i’m not a fan of expensive shit ($10 for 4 fucking tempura shrimp. they were good, and all, but what the fuck man?) — but this place LOOKED cool, at the very least.

well, we were pretty freaking amazed by kayla’s ability to hold a camera and take a picture of her touching her sunburn immediately right after it. really, that’s some coordination!

oh yeah, so some guy came over and wanted to recruit us to join their table because his friend (but not really his friend, as he had known the guy for only three hours… not to mention he was talking a lot of shit about the dude) had just flown in from nyc, and was single, and didn’t think that southern california girls were good because they were all superficial and stuff etc. anyway, this guy was really funny. eventually he brought over his friend (and he left), who i thought was interesting in a completely platonic way… and yeah, but lindsay and kayla thought he was annoying and had attitude i guess. which is weird cause he seemed perfectly normal to me… ALTHOUGH HE WOULDN’T DRAW IN MY BOOK. so that was kind of lame.

princess leia drawing in my book.

sunday, july 29th

so, this is some fucked up mexican food if i’ve ever seen it. it’s french fries, avocado, salsa, chicken (really good chicken), and cheese. FRENCH FRIES? californians are so weird, man. a “california burrito” is a burrito with french fries in it. the heck? anyway, it was kinda good at first but then got to be too much. eh, and it’s not mexican enough for my tastes, homie. i’m hella mexican, check the spanish text in my blog, yo.

the restaurant. roberto’s!

entrance to wild animal park!

merekats. however you spell that…

cool looking roach. this is a little smaller than life-size. as long as it doesn’t touch me, it’s cool. rainforest animal.

gorilla catching food. man, gorillas and monkeys are so cool. i honestly feel quite bad watching them in captivity because they’re so much like people…

hair shot of jeanette, i don’t know, i like it.

for those of you unfamiliar with the san diego wild animal park (actually, it’s in escondido, california) — it has this pre-built habitat for animals and they don’t pay much attention to them and kind of let them roam around on their own. tickets were $30. which allows you to ride this tram thing around the perimeter of this “habitat” they’ve built. now, for another $30 you can ride these busses which get you right up next to the animals — practically touching them — but yeah, that was too much money. but cool idea.

jeanette and i?!

white rhinos — two of twelve (at most) left in the world. pretty crazy to know that there are only that few left in the world and you are looking at them… they are going extinct due to poaching.

the ultimate in meow mix.

i can’t resist taking picture of this kind of crap. it’s just so pretty.

the best trees ever, i think. i think it’s a painted eucalyptus. cause if it is… best tree ever.

i wanted to climb that tree but it was covered with spider webs :/

anyway, after going to the wild animal park, jeanette and i went to irvine (LAMENESS) and met up with claire, jeremy, and phil [wu] for dinner. we went to an izakaya restaurant. it was actually pretty good although the salmon onigiri i got had like, barely any salmon. that kind of sucked.

afterwards, jeanette went back to la and we went out to newport beach for some bar-time. it was a sunday night so lots of things were closed, unfortunately.

jeremy and fil bought me shots of grey goose and petron. grey goose was decent. this is what the petron tasted like. this was at… i forget the name of the bar and i’m too lazy to look it up right now.

this was at the “barn bar” — there was sawdust on the ground, so it smelled like a barn. vibe was cooler, though.

this guy kissed me like, five times that night. slightly disturbing, but mostly funny. i kept saying, “no, no me gusta!” and he would be like, “okay, okay, no me gusta,” and he’d leave for 2 seconds and then come back right away. -__-

here are some videos of me being harassed by old mexican dude! his name is ambrosio!!! he said his friend was a wrong “canciones de mexicano” — he literally spoke to me in all spanish, i’m kind of proud of myself that i understood… 90% of it. anyway, videos courtesy of jeremy’s AMAZING cellphone that freaking takes videos as well as my camera, wtf!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUAO_3MB7n8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T_24_ClViI

group pic. woo. at fil and jeremy’s.

passed out at claire’s place later that night… they had these two really fat ass cats.

monday, july 30th
the next morning, woke up and went to eat at some sushi restaurant with my cs clan!! actually, though, there was no sushi-eating for the sushi restaurant was packed. we went to some chain called bj’s instead, and split 3 pizzas. the artichoke and spinach pizza was the best, although kinda salty, but still… everyone was freaking out about it being gross (before we ordered), but i thought it was good! after we ordered they didn’t think it was AS gross. let’s see… who was there… it was me, claire, joe [tran], mike [tran], aaron, tim, eddie, jason, and yuki [sawa]. werd.

we split this giant cookie thing with ice cream on it. ugh, made me not feel so good. richest chocolate cookie i’ve ever had. and i like rich.

teh group.

afterwards claire and i went to the tar pits… they were lame, asides from this little patch in the ground that you could play with.

the actual tar pits. i wish they weren’t fenced off, but they needed to be. there was this one tiny section, the size of a well or so, that they didn’t fence off on purpose. people threw a ton of trash in there. lack of respect, i tell you.

so afterwards, we went to the lacma (los angeles museum of contemporary art). this was the shit that was the major feature. granted, half of the museum was closed due to renovation, but this was some weak shit. this is actually one of the cooler pieces. i didn’t get one of the better ones because my camera couldn’t take it for some reason. but yeah. i don’t get it…

this is like the freaking hugest elevator ever. the size of my living room, literally. i wish this pic did it justice but it doesn’t.

these are images from the japanese art wing. the art wasn’t great, but the building was.

so these little trinkets used to go on bags, kinda like a drawstring, for people when they were wearing kimonos, since kimonos don’t have pockets. there were a lot — i should have taken more photos — but there were ones of animals and stuff. the one i took are primarily of people… not sure why… the last one is one claire liked. it’s actually a frog with its tadpole, although they kind of look like people.

after that, claire drove me to the airport, and jeanette got mad at me because i was trying to follow mapquest directions and not her directions. she was quite offended. lol. claire’s driving was quite very terrifying. i feared for my life, i definitely did. but i got back safely. hoorah.

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at comic-con i decided to keep sketches. here is my sketchbook from comic con.

1:06am
music: ratatat - crips, the velvet teen - mother of love, frou frou - let go, shinhwa - honesty, ratatat - lapland.

i can legitimately say that i am torturing myself. aye, papi. :L sighs.

today lenny, posa, linh, and i went to eat at a sushi restaurant that’s new in bellevue, called koi. so we get there and all of a sudden monica is there. turns out she works there. so… i guess she had told all her managers and stuff about the website, but like, she didn’t have my phone number and never could have called me. what’s even weirder is THE CURSE OF SUSHIMONSTERS.COM!! meaning: first we featured wild fish and monica used to work there. turns out james [han] sold all his stuff and was moving away. how sad he was a nice guy. second shota closed down. and what’s weird is that the chef we featured from shota, eddie tang, was now working at this new restaurant… along with another guy sakuma-san. fucking weird. really surreal and mind-blowing, that’s for sure.

so yeah the owner i guess owned 6 mcdonald’s before and now sold it to start this new restaurant. they had a koi pond with lots of fish. and the guy sang pretty well and apparently like participated in ballroom dance competitions and stuff. freaky. he’s like 40, and he is dope, he was like serving people and making convo with every table. freaking awesome, dude.
either way, about $110 of food was comped, so that was er, nice. quite nice. afterwards we went to wal-mart and bought a bunch of worthless shit. two sd cards 1g, kodak, for $20. fucking insanity. although i’ve never used a kodak card, so that’s kinda weird. only used sandisk, so hopefully kodak isn’t ghetto as shit. w00t w00t. afterwards, we went to winco, and that was totally boring. >__<

oh but something exciting DID happen at wal-mart, which was that a chick got robbed, and HAHAHHAA. well first off, how ghetto is that, some chick getting robbed at a store. you know what’s sad? everyone’s first question is like, “was she black or white?” sigh. and then they are surprised that she was white. how fucked up. i didn’t think of that at all. but you know what? from now on i probably WILL think of that and it WILL cross my mind simply because i overheard it. and that is fucking sad.

but anyway, back to the story. posa overheard the lady screaming for help. i heard her too, but i thought it was a joke. alas, twas not. posa saw them (security guards) chasing after her but they were slow, so he started chasing her. and he cornered her in the gardening department. then security came and he figured they had her in check, but they let her escape. lol. :/

friday, june 8.
went to work, and came back and went to swim with lenny at posa’s apartment complex. w00t w00t. afterwards i came back home and alex and i went to eat tacos at taqueria del re…con…sito or something, i forget the name. stayed their for like, 3 hours hahaha just talking it up. they had super good flan. yum yum. and it was open til 3, but it was super surprisingly busy. good find!

thursday, june 7.
i went to cliff’s art show, and it was good. i thought i’d feel kind of awkward going by myself, but i didn’t feel awkward at all. which was, like, dope. haven’t had so many interesting conversations with people i don’t actually know very well in a long time. so cliff was there, and sean cee at first, but then he left early. ben, his wife chris, and his friend dave from montana showed up for a while. we played some f00zball. dave was super good. i don’t know how people get good at foozball, but anyway. so chris kind of scared me the first time i met her because she was SUPER INTENSE and like, totally stared at you in the eyes and made 100% eye contact the entire conversation, but this time she was not scary. i think it is because the first time was during a snocon dinner thing and i felt awkward already since it was my first time meeting a lot of those people.

i also had a hefty conversation with lars who i have seen around a few times but never really talked to… nice to put a personality to a face, i guess. +__+ and i don’t know, he was the first stranger i’ve talked to in a while that… it kinda felt like i had known him for a while and we had an actual non-superficial conversation… which is quite very amazing. o__O i’m not usually comfortable around strangers. werd…

aye, tengo dolor de cabeza…

oh yeah so i started talking to ben randomly on aim cause he e-mailed me, and he gave me some cool places to go camping in montana, so that’s pretty exciting. hope it works out nicely, w00t w00t

i’m listening to… the forecast, acapella shit, hotel costes.
i’m feeling… k, but i must to sleep soon, cause my eyeballs are fefeling funkeh.

11:56 pm — a quick recap about the weekend, although quick may not suffice to capture it all. the sad part is, i’m having a hard time remembering what exactly i did this weekend… :X oh wait, that’s only cause i was confused and thought that today was monday when in fact it is sunday HA HA HA.

friday — ummm nutso day. fuck my memory is shitty. X: maybe i need to stop saying, “i don’t know.” it probably contributes to my dumb mind nature unga bunga. i also need to stop using this fucking laptop so much, cause the refresh rate is shitty, and i always feel like i’m going blind after i use it for a long time (and being that i used it for the past 3 hours, i feel like i’m going blind, hardcore)…!!

so that day alex was at home and casie went over to his place, and he’s like, “you should meet her.” so i suggested we do something, and since lenny and cynthia were online, i asked them what we should do, and they said, “PARK.” so we just all went to the park for a spontaneous ass quest. at first i had wanted to quest this day, but then decided against it since mike couldn’t go questing til 5 because of ME bbq, and i had to go to jason [green]’s art show @ 7… so said fuck it, but then this opportunity came up, so we just upped and went.

so greenlake park was interesting… somewhat. found lots of little rabbits, weird fish coming out of the lake, ducks… not as interesting as it should have been, i guess. but lenny is ummm crazy.

afterwards we went to the art show… saw jason and koji and hojo there… jason = in the next issue of redefine = has amazing works. god, his art was stuck in my head all night. i couldn’t go to sleep because i had images of it in my head. -__- anyways, on the way to his art gallery, which was @ fremont coffee, this coffee shop… in fremont, we came across benny, balancer of rocks. here is an image, courtesy of lenny.

PIC TO COME WHEN I’M FEELING LESS LAZY.

at some point, he was trying to balance this really insane rock combination, and he was talking to the rock saying, “dance with me, you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of all of these people, do you? stop it. stop it. dance with me!” etc. it was quite interesting. it’s so cool how he could do that though. he was talking about how it was just the product of gravity + friction. wewtz0r.

it was neat. yes… art show was neat.

so yeah… casie umm didn’t really talk. i tried talking to her a whole shitloads, and it was all just like one word answers. after the show i asked her what her favorite piece was, and she was like, “oh, they were all about the same.” NEGATIVE POINTS. FAIL. FAIL HARDCORE.

i can’t believe i left this part out. i kept reminding myself to include it, but alas, my mind is shit. and then even when i remembered that i needed to add something, i didn’t know what it was. after going to the show, we went to go see the fremont troll, this giant, sculpted troll crushing a vw beetle. it’s situated under a bridge (like the troll under the bridge - such an awesome idea). anyway, we climbed it and shit, and as we were wandering around, we found this giant fenced up construction storage area near these houses / apartments. inside the fence was just those huge orange signs… with every design imagineable, i swear… so me and cyn wanted to steal a sign, so we pushed it up with our fingers, and lenny helped us lift it out… we were like standing in these trees and bushes and shit. anyway, we lifted it out, and then realized (as alex had been saying the whole time) that it would not fit in the trunk of my car. so i left. and cried.

and then afterwards i dropped the kids off at the pool aka the bank so that they could go eat and i could meet up with hojo to go to the sloan show. it was $12. it was a decent show with a really good encore, but was it worth $12? no. but it was a different experience for sure, especially since the emo / psuedo-punk shows i go to are usually 15 year olds… this was like a 30-something year old crowd. and that was damned strange. first time @ the croc too - they have AMAZING decorations. word.

so afterwards i went home and got ready to go to bed when mike called me and asked if i could pick him up from dante’s… and when i was on the phone with him, cynthia called, and was like WHATS UP WHAT’RE YOU DOING. so i was going to go and pick up mike, but then he’s like,” nevermind, i’m already halfway there… just sit on the phone with me,” but i was out of batteries… and then he started passing out somewhere, and i said, “okay, i’m going to pick up alex and lenny now, and i’ll come pick you up on the way there,” and i saw him while driving to cyn’s, but he didn’t want a ride. turns out he passed out later @ a lightpole or something? iono.

so at cynthia’s people kept disappearing and shit. and jason [shibata] was all hungry and shit so i took the fuckers (cynthia, lenny, alex, jason, eric [prince], and karen) to the pizza place and they ate and stuff, and it was like death, and alex was tired of being there, and i was tired of being there with a bunch of drunkasses who supposedly had played with a bouncy ball in the middle of traffic… LOL. so yesh… went home and then finally got to sleeping… -__-

saturday — woke up early to attend an o2 board meeting… wewt. it was alright. lots of free food. for lunch we went to aqua verde where i will copy and paste this story from my xanga: “we had to split up into two groups (one 6, one 5). i was in the group of five, with two other co-workers and two high-school kids. i was talking about how i was a vegetarian now, and this one kid was like, “that’s unhealthy. my sister was a vegetarian for a year.” i asked him if she got unhealthy, and he was like, “yeah, she got really pale.” and then the other kid was like, “was that the same year she committed suicide?” and i was like… “what? are you kidding? you’re kidding, right?” cause it’s such inappropriate random lunch conversation with strangers, and the kid was like, “you should stop while you’re ahead,” to me… and so i just stopped talking… then the other kid was like, “didn’t she commit suicide on your birthday too? your 16th birthday?” and the kid was like, “yeah, some sweet 16,” and the other kid was like, “that’s jacked up… way to make it so that you will never enjoy your birthday.” WTF. and the three of us were just like eating, trying not to make eye contact and stuff lol… cause they went on with it like it was so real, but wtf, who says that kinda stuff?”

boss gave me a couple of vegetarian cookbooks, but i dunno if i am cut out for this vegetarian lifestyle. not that i am craving meat so much, but the food just is NOT as good. it’s all sweet and shit. i <3 salt… i live on salt. i used to eat salt by itself when i was little… all this vegetables and fruit = blech. not that i don’t like sugar, but i like fattening death sugar. X:

for the rest of the day basically i just lazed around with mr. lenny (because together we are not productive at ALL) and we watched “american psycho” and nature documentaries and shit. and then me, alex, and lenny decided to go to trader joe’s but it closed RIGHT when we got there, and that sucked. so we went to jack in the crack for milkshake and kiku for jap food, and then everyone was happy and went on their way. then me and alex went back and ate… hojo called because he was @ gareth and alex’s place watching “wild boys” and wanted to know if we wanted to watch it… only we thought he was at HIS place, and we walked over there and failed. miserably.

but it was my first time watching wild boys, and it r0x… even though steve-0 constantly talks like he’s reading off of a script. but i enjoi. :]

today — basically did nothing all day. went to uz cafe to work on the project that is due tomorrow. worked on it seriously all day. started @ like 3pm, ended just about now @ 12 am, and i pretty much have been working the whole time. wow, this is what it feels like to work full time, and it is fucking boring, even though i got to watch tv and stare at the hot coffee shop guy while i was working. -__-

this is poor documentation. whatever.

WARPED TOUR THIS YEAR IS GONNA BE EFFIN SWEET.

canada on the 27th to the 29th. anyone is welcome. :]

The story of the evolution of art.

Back in the daze people who count paint ‘well’ got famous. Da Vinci, Michaelangelo (sp?), etc.

Then it was the psycho people. Van Gogh, Picasso (oh c’mon yoo tell mee he’s not pscyho… look @ the Guernica!)

Then came the no talent people… thas right… modern art. Sherry recently went a museum in New York, and she came across a painting that was called “Blue”. It was simply a painting that had dark blue on the outside, and the blue slowly faded as it approached the center, leaving a small portion of white in the very middle. While this could have been done in two seconds bai anyone who knew how to shade, it was considered a masterpiece.

And if yoo think that is bad… what about splashing toilets with paint? That’s supposed to be art too?

And even worse… in a museum in England (this was VERY recent news… happened about January or February 2000) had displays of goldfish in blenders. To make the experience seem “more realistic”, the blenders worked, and they were plugged in and everything, with the buttons in easy reach to any visitor walking by. Literally dozens of goldfish were blended to death. What kind of art is that?? It portrays no message. The only message that one can get out of it is what he or she MAKES UP because he or she believes that all art has some symbolic hidden meaning. BS BS BS. It’s like mee spreading concrete on a piece of bread! Just because it’s only slightly out of the ordinary doesn’t make it ART.