unusually hard to hold on to

( because pictures are easier than words...and the canyon was quite grand )

So Jon and I recently took a whirlwind excursion to north California along the famous Pacific Coast Highway. Our first official stop was at the Hearst Memorial State Beach across from Hearst castle, where I forced Jon into taking some fun pictures. Fun, huh? Hehe.

( There's just something about the Pacific coast... )

p.s. special crazy shout-out thanks to Hashi bigcatpants for hosting me ^_^ I've been enjoying siren killingpower like you would not believe!

Again I find myself rushed through and through with words and they fight to get each other out, but I am too exhausted to let them happen. So I let myself sleep and they find their way around in my slumber. Little thought whores. I wake up, and they have all lost their essence, as they have given it all away and there is none left for me or here.

I did have a scare that an old blog had vanished into oblivion today, and upon realizing that it hadn't, I started saving all of those words here. Of course, I find myself pausing and realizing that I wrote so much more differently then. I actually miss the way that I wove words together and there's something about that that intimidates me into not writing now. It's a shame, isn't it?

As a side note, I have been finding that I'm feeling more inclined to friends-only entries now considering how I've seen my entries pop up on search engines. It's a little strange. That, and frankly, I feel as if I enjoy a tiny bit more privacy. A bit of reveal here and there is in order, but I am thinking I want the bulk of my words behind closed doors.

That being said, if you have me added as a friend and want this reciprocated, please say something to me now. There are a few people that have me added that I haven't been properly introduced to yet.

Yesterday I had a lovely time with Miss Scarlett, kissophelia, and she showed me where some great shopping is on Melrose. After scouring several awesome vintage stores, we went to the Farmer's Market for some Brazillian BBQ, fruit shopping, livejournal gossip, and cosplay news. All in all, it was good times. I bought some blood oranges and some raspberries with which I will make into sorbet in approximately 10 minutes.

So this morning, I woke up at 7am to a panicked Sherri who had locked my keys in the car (still running) while moving my car to get to hers (tandem parking puts the lame in LA). It was really not a big deal at all, as AAA came to the rescue thirty minutes later. I was baffled that both the AAA and the mechanic had to call and clarify my location as it's on a pretty main street. They even were like, "are you sure you're in North Hollywood?" Regardless, they arrived within the estimated time. I did, however, find myself getting somewhat annoyed that the locksmith seemed to have some difficulty getting in my car as it took them no more than 30 seconds last time something like this happened. I was considering yanking the tools from his hands and doing it myself. I think he was a little nervous because the car was still running? Oh well.

In more exciting news, I got a new haircut today and I really like it! The new hairstylist seemed somewhat bothered that I didn't immediately know what I want, but we figured it out together pretty quickly. So here it is.



( click click! snip snip! )

My exciting plans for this weekend include henna action and quite possibly the Chinatown Food Festival. Whee!

( we could live beside the ocean )

I introduce to you



( the incredible seaweed girl! )

I never spoke of the beautiful day that I shared with schizometric, but perhaps these pictures will tell the story for me.


( and they fall in place single file )

The trip begins its leak from words and thoughts to pictures while I all I can do is

( dream of silver screen quotations )

Dear car CD player thief,

Thank you for not breaking my window. That was nice of you. Although taking the time to put it back on track would have been pleasant, it wasn't necessary as I was able to do that myself. Thanks for leaving the piece you broke off of my car next to my car. That was convenient. I realize you snapped it off, but at least I have something to glue back on. In addition, thank you for not bothering to take any of my CDs or really appearing to have touched anything else in the car. I realize that it would simply have been annoying for me and unprofitable for you. But most importantly, thank you for bothering to lock the door back behind yourself. That way no one else could easily get into my car to steal.....wait....wait a second....

al ii have tosay is that there is internet on this cardio machine anthat's why i'm uupdating...because now you can lj atthe gym

I recently had a very amusing experience which has slipped under the writing radar until now. While looking for fun and unusual ways to entertain a houseguest, I was reading an issue of a local periodical and found many "best of" poll results for various places in the city. Most of these things were like, "best place to get sushi," "best place to go bowling," "best place to get a french fry po-boy," but one of the ones that I stumbled upon was, "best place to get bubble tea." We were intrigued. There was a pleasant description, although no pictures. It didn't matter, though. We were hooked.

( a full report on the raging phenomenon! includes illustrations! )

***appendum***

Looking back, I must confess that I have grown an immense love for boba and its fish-eyeball bubbles. My favorite is avocado smoothie and I've even tried durian! Not too bad, but not so great, either. Definately an experiment for the adventurous!