i am approaching the 15th hour of my grueling 16-hour shift right now. i started at 5am today rushing to get to the airport and sprinting across the employee parking lot hoping to catch the 4:45am shuttle; i barely made it.
clocked in today thinking i was going to work only 12 hours, but this was not the case. a couple of weeks ago i picked up a shift and forgot to put it in my calendar. a swift kick to the balls, that is the only way that i can describe it. i am still paying for it now. i had so many things that i had purposefully not planned for today. my friend phillip asked me to take care of his cat for the weekend...i've fed it only once. i hope it's ok
all of these events have led me to one conclusion, and that is that i must leave america. originally i was planning to leave on tuesday, but i know now that that it is not a possibility anymore.
so, in about a half an hour, i will clock out. i then will walk towards the copa ticket counter and pick up my tickets to buenos aires, argentina. and it will be glorious
i can't wait, really. although, i do miss the family. been working too much , i love my kin.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
bitch work
yea, so this was todays fruit. a bunch of mailers.
but I did it with pride, knowing that somewhere out in some lonely little department store, a kid might happen to hear a glimpse of awesome beats.
it's been a long day, so what a better way to end it than at the hudson.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
january is still here!
monday yesterday started off real early. i had picked up a 4:15-12:45pm shift which meant that i had to be out of my house no later than 3:30am. the jets lost so i ended the festivities early the night before. i've been trying to run again, the way i used to but it seems like every time i go home, my bed just sucks me in like a black hole.
a couple of my co-workers have been running/walking from the airport to the employee parking lot. i thought about it, assessed what was at stake, which was nothing, and decided that i too was going to start this healthy trend. although, as i was running down century blvd, and then unto aviation which dissects the main runway at lax, that i was probably huffing up jet fuel and God know what else. my lungs burned for a little, everything spun for a bit, maybe it was the toxic cocktail that american & delta cooked up right as i ran behind them. it also could have been the fact that i hadn't eaten anything except a snickers bar that morning. i've been getting into a real bad habit of eating one huge meal in the middle of the day.
as i walked towards my car, i remembered that i had to cover a concert at the troubadour. i wanted to drive straight to hollywood and kill time but i realized that i'd forgotten the tickets back home. i drove all the way back. ultimately it was good thing, i stunk.
i sat down and ate a HUGE bowl of rice that had been in the fridge; i soaked it in sriracha hot sauce. i hopped in the shower and took a 2 hour nap.
on the 710, and then unto the 5 freeway. i was expecting a parking lot but traffic was smooth. made it to hollywood in less than half an hour. it actually took longer to find parking than my whole drive. finally found a spot on santa monica blvd, which wasn't a bad thing because it was after 6pm, and free. lauren met me up a couple minutes later, which was great because if it wasn't for her, i don't know if i could have been bold enough to ask people to hold a flyer and take a picture. she just has that certain charisma i guess. anywho, we got the number of shots we wanted and walked into the venue.
the first band, "giant drag" was great. they're a mixture of hole and a little bit of the yeah yeah yeahs. i enjoyed every song they played. the acoustics could have played a big part of it though, the sound quality came out pure, didn't hear anything muffled or distorted. what made the band more entertaining to watch was the mystery of the bass drummer. lauren and i could not make out if it was a dude or chick. there was no sign of boobage, but if he was a dude, why was he wearing bangs? other questions arose but i decided to keep it a mystery.
"white lies" came on and the crowd multiplied. didn't even notice it until i felt someone trying to cop a feel. i had listened to the "white lies" cd before but it wasn't impressive. i wasn't really into their sound, which to me was a blend of morrissey and new order. i didn't mind the new order, but i've never been a morrissey fan. but seeing them live, they put on something else, their sound became more like that of "the bravery" with the tempo being more accentuated by the drums and bass. the lead singers vocal range seemed to go to more places. they put on a great show, i'd recommend them.
the show ended at around 11pm, and i was exhausted. thankfully my friend phillip lives less than a mile away on wilton pl.
yea, january is still here.
a couple of my co-workers have been running/walking from the airport to the employee parking lot. i thought about it, assessed what was at stake, which was nothing, and decided that i too was going to start this healthy trend. although, as i was running down century blvd, and then unto aviation which dissects the main runway at lax, that i was probably huffing up jet fuel and God know what else. my lungs burned for a little, everything spun for a bit, maybe it was the toxic cocktail that american & delta cooked up right as i ran behind them. it also could have been the fact that i hadn't eaten anything except a snickers bar that morning. i've been getting into a real bad habit of eating one huge meal in the middle of the day.
as i walked towards my car, i remembered that i had to cover a concert at the troubadour. i wanted to drive straight to hollywood and kill time but i realized that i'd forgotten the tickets back home. i drove all the way back. ultimately it was good thing, i stunk.
i sat down and ate a HUGE bowl of rice that had been in the fridge; i soaked it in sriracha hot sauce. i hopped in the shower and took a 2 hour nap.
on the 710, and then unto the 5 freeway. i was expecting a parking lot but traffic was smooth. made it to hollywood in less than half an hour. it actually took longer to find parking than my whole drive. finally found a spot on santa monica blvd, which wasn't a bad thing because it was after 6pm, and free. lauren met me up a couple minutes later, which was great because if it wasn't for her, i don't know if i could have been bold enough to ask people to hold a flyer and take a picture. she just has that certain charisma i guess. anywho, we got the number of shots we wanted and walked into the venue.
the first band, "giant drag" was great. they're a mixture of hole and a little bit of the yeah yeah yeahs. i enjoyed every song they played. the acoustics could have played a big part of it though, the sound quality came out pure, didn't hear anything muffled or distorted. what made the band more entertaining to watch was the mystery of the bass drummer. lauren and i could not make out if it was a dude or chick. there was no sign of boobage, but if he was a dude, why was he wearing bangs? other questions arose but i decided to keep it a mystery.
"white lies" came on and the crowd multiplied. didn't even notice it until i felt someone trying to cop a feel. i had listened to the "white lies" cd before but it wasn't impressive. i wasn't really into their sound, which to me was a blend of morrissey and new order. i didn't mind the new order, but i've never been a morrissey fan. but seeing them live, they put on something else, their sound became more like that of "the bravery" with the tempo being more accentuated by the drums and bass. the lead singers vocal range seemed to go to more places. they put on a great show, i'd recommend them.
the show ended at around 11pm, and i was exhausted. thankfully my friend phillip lives less than a mile away on wilton pl.
yea, january is still here.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
january, where'd you do?
last time i checked, january was barely in its first week of infancy.
but. now, having been caught unaware of how quick the ghost passes, i am once again stuck with the same bitter taste of last year.
i thought it'd be easy, and it has. in sleep, an unseen kit plops open and begins untangling the countless layers of rusted barb.
maybe i needed the scar tissue, it has a purpose.
like a cocoon, something beautiful will eventually spring out.
but. now, having been caught unaware of how quick the ghost passes, i am once again stuck with the same bitter taste of last year.
i thought it'd be easy, and it has. in sleep, an unseen kit plops open and begins untangling the countless layers of rusted barb.
maybe i needed the scar tissue, it has a purpose.
like a cocoon, something beautiful will eventually spring out.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
bitter sweet on 1-1-11
i greeted 2011 the same way i did the rest of other 363 days, with deep sleep. i had a long day at work and afterward had myself some mercury poisoning from all of the spicy tuna i consumed. so i skipped out on the new years eve festivities and woke to an extremely chilly january 1st.
i saw a couple bowl games, had some laughs with the family and saw a lame movie; a pretty non-climactic day to say the least. this changed when i received a message from someone who decided that they didn't want me in their life anymore. and what can say, the hurt i feel, it feels hollow. like an empty tree trunk from a movie prop.
i'll never forget the last seven years i've spent with this person, but the heart we had for each other has eroded and washed up. with that, leaving fertile ground for 2011 and the future!
i have no regrets, none.
local natives, work your magic please :)
night.
i saw a couple bowl games, had some laughs with the family and saw a lame movie; a pretty non-climactic day to say the least. this changed when i received a message from someone who decided that they didn't want me in their life anymore. and what can say, the hurt i feel, it feels hollow. like an empty tree trunk from a movie prop.
i'll never forget the last seven years i've spent with this person, but the heart we had for each other has eroded and washed up. with that, leaving fertile ground for 2011 and the future!
i have no regrets, none.
local natives, work your magic please :)
night.
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