Indie Movies and Open Mics

Tonight's adventures included indie movie Youth In Revolt which Kalysta liked and I endured, the first half of Zombieland and sitting in a cafe during an open mic.

Kalysta tried her best to do my makeup before we went out while I started laughing hysterically over nothing. Every time I would stop and be quiet, she'd touch my eyelid with her brush and I'd burst out laughing again, tears smearing at the liquid foundation she'd rubbed under my eyelids. It was very amusing.

At the cafe there is covered outdoor seating and then a large empty doorway that divides the inside from the out. Outside teenagers were smoking hookah and cigarettes and talking loudly. It was busy inside as well so we sat down on a piano bench and watched as the greatly untalented guys crooned along with their guitars, a lewd comedian wannabe announced performers and a woman with so many flashy silver jewelry wrapped around her arms and fingers she twinkled like a star, read a poem declaring her sexual fantasies with a woman in Florida. During this we split a green apple smoothie which was probably the best smoothie I've had in a long time.

It was also fun to run into a friend from Claremont High School. I'd been planning on tracking her down this September but she told me she hangs out at the cafe often. I am definitely going to have to find her again in a month or so.

Headache Go Away

There are moments when I think I'm going crazy without him. There are other moments when I know that I'm going crazy. Sometimes its hard to be young and in love. I don't envy anyone stuck in a long distance relationship.

I've had the worst headache for the last twelve hours. I'm happy to be ready to fall asleep soon. I didn't do anything worthy of being mentioned today other than go to a doctor in order to get another prescription for my thyroid medicine pills. Exciting right?

What I Actually Hate

Some people hate onions and spinach. Others despise meatloaf, homework, snakes or traffic. I never cared for olives, men in kilts, annoying zealous folks, horror movies, math class, competitive sports or bridges. All the while Kalysta loves to tell me that I am very disagreeable, though I try not to focus on the negatives. However if I may say so, there is one thing above all that I hate with a passion. California.

I really really really really really really really hate California.

If I stay away for long enough I feel the beginnings of nostalgia for my birth state but generally those are feelings followed by horrifically bad memories of heat waves, an ugly landscape and excessive boredom. Not to mention earth quakes, annual drought, parades of bleached blonds, radio stations in languages I don't understand and road rage stretched to the max. Sure there are half a dozen theme parks located within an hour, the beach is quite lovely and if you are of the legal drinking age, lots of entertainment. California makes a half decent tourist area.

Beauty is in the eye of its beholder. I'd never go so far as to insult the person who adores California. I'm genuinely glad for anyone who has found a place to call home.

The idea of spending three more months here makes me want to throw up. Yet on the other side of those three months lies freedom. If I fulfill my responsibility I am free. It makes it worthwhile. I expect to have to fly down here a few times a year for some week long excursions, but I can actually live my life afterwords. I won't have to live in fear of having someone take away my happiness anymore. I'll be so happy to be poor and free then kept on a leash.

Secret

Dear California,

I have a secret. and yes this is me we are talking about, the I-can't-keep-my-mouth-shut-no-matter-how-depressing-disgusting-embarrassing-it-is girl. Deep dark secrets are not befitting for my personality. Confidential material has the tendency to make me explode from the inside out. If I deem it important enough I will keep your deep dark secret but God forbid I keep one of my own. At least until now.

It's a secret no one knows. It's a secret that's going to change my life.

I just thought you should know.

Road Trip Starts Tomorrow

I am achingly tired right now. Trying to get ready for this almost dreaded trip has been exhausting and I still have to go have new tires put on. I would have gotten tires earlier if my boyfriend had been paying attention to me when we had this conversation last week:

"My tires were sliding all over the place today. Like three times today and I wasn't going that fast."
-me in slightly worried voice

"You mean because the roads are slippery cause it just rained?"
-him in overly sarcastic supposed to make me feel little and stupid voice

But that's not new because every time I try to point out something that is wrong with my cars before they become full blown problems, I get ignored. It's a little frustrating. Which is why I've decided that no longer will I be dependent on male TLC: I will learn to fix my car myself. Oh yeah I said it. Emily is going to get her hands dirty.


In the more near future though I am tired from trudging up and down the street to the car parts store because my guy doesn't like to plan ahead. Interestingly enough I sat on the ground for a few hours and watched the wild oil mess underneath the hood be tamed.

Desy and Tia will have to suffer a few more weeks without their new tri-level home, but my bags are packed and loaded and I am falling asleep as I type. Goodnight world. Hope I don't die on the I-5 tomorrow. Roadside funerals are not very chic.

To Do List

I'm getting ready to leave for my trip to southern California. It's already Saturday evening and we are leaving bright and early on Tuesday morning.

The first thing on our check list is to finish building the rat cage. Yes, Breezy and I, who have no building/tool experience what so ever, decided to build a rat cage. I hunted around for one on Craigslist for awhile but nothing great was available and new rat cages are usually around eighty dollars. Breezy kept saying, "Lets build a cage. Let's build one!" and I continued to ignore her until I realized that maybe, it wasn't a bad idea.

After deciding to go through with the project, our first resolution was that we absolutely were not going to ask for help, at all. (At least until we screwed it up so badly that begging for some male TLC was the only option left). That left us with the task of navigating Home Depot solo.

We found many sharp and shiny objects along the shelves at the store and maybe attracted more than a few funny looks from shoppers who actually had some concept of what they were doing but eventually a worker pointed us in the right direction. We bought two rolls of hardware cloth and have been in the process of creating the perfect cage.

However, we need the cage to be finished before we leave.

Second task is cleaning our room so Breezy's dad doesn't have fun rummaging through the clutter. (In my defense, my side of the room is mostly clean.)


Third is to do laundry and pack.

Forth involves getting my car ready. The valve cover gasket needs to be fixed, or something like that. Garrett is going to help me, or rather I'm going to help him. Afterward apparently we are going for a 2 or 3 hour drive to make sure the thing actually works, A-okay, or something like that.

Busy, busy, busy and not very much time left.