Randy Newman Scares Me

Blog No. 10: Randy Newman Scares Me A Little.

Very slow today. Watched the Monk marathon. Watched him lose his memory and become a roofer, watched the chimp attack the bald man, watched the astronaut kill his girlfriend from space, watched a house burn and people murdered over cherry pie, and watched Alice Cooper murder someone over a chair...

And each time the starting credits play that same minute long song by Randy Newman. After having that in my head all day, I've come to realize that Randy Newman's singing voice is weird. Almost creepy. I can't get that weird creepy voice out of my head!

NO. I do not want to know what's in the water that I drink!

But it's weird... That voice is so recognizable. That song is crazy, especially if someone came up to you and said those words with a straight face. Only Randy Newman would pull off saying those words and still not have people act crazy around him. But those lyrics are essentially true. We eat and drink poison everyday. By nature, our bodies are killing us everyday. That's basically how we die. Randy Newman speaks, or sings, the truth. Not only that, but he also sings it in a way as if he knows something... Like some weird secret about that crazy water, as if he can undo it or knows the antidote to the poison. The antidote to death. As if he created the antidote. But in knowing the antidote, he would know the structure of the original substance. As if he created the water. But if he created the antidote, he would also have created the poison. Created the life giving water but taking life. As if he created this system of life. As if...

ZOMG Randy Newman = GOD!

... I need to get out more.


PS: Leaving for Santa Cruz tomorrow! Will post pictures at leizure.

6-CENSORED-6

Blog No. 9: Liscence Plates

Today's errands involved waiting in line at the DMV, but not for what you think. We went in because my mom recieved liscence plates for the new T&C last week, but she did not like them because they had the letters 'F' and 'R,' with a letter 'K' in the middle of it. My mom was all freakin' out because it is remarkably similar to what she would consider as a text version of a profanity word. So the rest of us basically laughed about it for a week. It was unanimous that my mom kept these plates with my sister's and aunt's co-workers, but no. We waited for half an hour to replace these plates. At least they waived the fee for the replacement.

You know it was just recently that my mom made copies of my car's insurance. It's sitting right in front of me right now. Taunting me.

We had taken the Malibu too. Just to be safe because the T&C did not have the plates attached yet...

COME ON. I'm AT the DMV. Proof of liscence and registration within grasping distance. Liscenced driver willing to wait thirty minutes in line to replace seemingly offensive plates. A set of Malibu keys in my possession. I felt so close to that liscence I could've inhale the laminated plastic in my hand!

So we wait, yet again, for the stupid liscence...

It's eating me up inside.

*sigh*

I'm not thinking about it...

Santa Cruz in two days!

... Still not thinking about it...

Why can't I COMMENT???

Blog No. 8: Grr Can't Comment on Blogger...

This better be a temporary thing man.

To Angela, WTH? What the hell were you doing driving at night, blindfolding eachother, ordering a SOB, burning a teddy bear? And why wasn't I there???

Anyways, I'm contemplating on going to Santa Cruz in three days to see Kaylah again. :D

However, I have a dilemma of getting my driver's liscence. I scheduled a driving test for monday a month ago, thinking that I would be ready by then. Today, I went driving up and down Truxel and Northgate between my house and my mom's apartment. Both Kaylah and Dustin gave me some insight as to what I should be looking out for during the test. Plus, the next appointment I scheduled won't be until February 6th, and I'm impatient when it comes to my driving. So I'm seriously considering doing the test monday.

So it comes to either taking my driver's test or going to Santa Cruz. I need to drive if I'm going to be driving to school and help my family. I would have to get my mom out of denial, seeing as she believes that she, with her track record of pains and aches, or my busy single-parent aunt, or my pregnant sister can drive me place to place. But then again, I could be seeing Kaylah, and come on. If you met her, you'd understand the reason for the dilemma.

Kaylah or Driving... Hmmm...


In other news, Patric called me today talking about a sleepover. Whether it will happen is up in the air, but if it does it could happen right after the baby shower. I'm pretty psyched, but cautious because Patric is planning something 'eventful'.

I just hope I don't go home with pink hair... Again...

A Man and His Car

Blog No. 7: A Man and His Car

If you'd met me, you'd know that I don't fall into the typical male stereotypes. I don't like sports. I don't look forward to the day where I can buy my first beer. I talk, I don't make cheezy pick up lines or pointless references to anything in my pants. But I discovered today that I do have an ounce of the male genome in me. There's nothing like the feeling I get after I cleaned the 2004 silver Chevy Malibu and say that "I have just cleaned my car."

I walked outside in the cold, dark night to clean my car's windshield. My mom complained about the window being smeared and foggy day after day. And I mean day after day. Sure I'm forgetful, but still. And I thought I was just taking the windex outside to spray and wipe the inside of the windshield, so I just walked outside without my jacket and shoes. After I wiped the inside of the window clean of any smudges, I thought I might as well do the outside. Then I noticed the windows were very filthy from bird droppings and decided to clean those. Then I saw some smudges on the inside of the backseat windows from when my aunt used the car to drop off and pick up her kids everyday, (why she doesn't use the bigger and fancier light blue Chrystler T&C I could never figure out...). Then I saw how there were water-stains on the seats, and not just the run of the mill stains, big ol' "Mommy! I have to go potty!" and "Hey! Don't spill my soda!" stains. I started using the Clorox brand wipes to scrub the water stains on the seats. In between the rug burns on my knuckles and my frost bitten feet, I grabbed the discarded tissues and the McDonald's straws into the paper bag.

21 used Clorox wipes, 18 wet paper towels, 2 frozen feet, and a bag full of garbage later, I decided to call it a night. But there is still work to be done on the car, like clean out the glove box, vacuum the rugs, and torch the stuff in the trunk with a flame thrower. Hopefully, that's a plan for Saturday before my Santa Cruz trip...

Oh yeah I'm going to Santa Cruz on Sunday! :D

Re-Reconditioning

Blog 6 Redux: Re-Reconditioning

I had the PERFECT layout. I loved it very much.

Unfortunately, when I went to check on it this morning, there was a photobucket error message, as if the picture no longer existed. Now there is no 'virtual' record of this picture either.

Talk about bad luck...

Anywho, I changed the layout to this whale. It was my second choice because the whale is one of my little characters buzzing around in my head. Only my whale can fly in the sky. It was named Moosey Mooseyton by Elizibeth, only it didn't fit THAT whale. Which is why I'm transfering that name to this whale.

Say hello to Moosey Mooseyton! :P

Reconditioning

Blog No. 6: Reconditioning

If you are blind to new changes, you might not have noticed that I've changed my blogger template. If you are NOT blonde, then you can easily see my new outlook.

This template for my blog really stood out to me because the whole 'the world is in his hands' art reminded me of a similar project I've done. I drew a similar drawing long ago for a project that would end up being a design for shuttle busses up and down Natomas and Sacramento. It was because of that drawing of the world in a pair of hands that they voted for our design and got me into pursuing visual arts.

Unfortunately, they did not continue the project until the year after that project was assigned and they didn't call back the original artists of the shuttle design. Instead, they recruited ONE artist to design TWO shuttles, not of the five for one. AND they still have my drawing art design somewhere in storage, so I don't have physical record of my accomplishment...

But still, this design was a back to basics wake up call for me. Reconditioning my outlook on my life. :D

No Tablet=No Happiness

Blog No. 5: No Tablet=No Happiness

But nothing makes me feel better more than crazy stalker people. :D

Time of Death 8:46PM

Blog No. 4: Time of Death 8:46 PM

There are only a handful of people who can talk about my love life: Me, and whomever I'm with. THAT'S IT!

Around this time, January 3rd, my matriarchal units, (mom and aunt), were giggling like school girls when I walk in the room. I was called in because I thought I was told to help decorate for my sister's baby shower. I should have ran right then and there.

You see, on New Years Day, I was dropped off by my best friend, Kaylah, and her boyfriend, Terry, after the party. Apparently, it was the first time they've ever saw them together. Apparently they did not like the match...

I've never have told anyone, and I mean anyone, about what happens in my love life. My mom and aunt are even more clueless about what was going on when I was at high school. You see, the only time I've ever mentioned anything about school it was academically related. They've only recently asked about my social life. The only person I remember ever mentioned was Kaylah. In their minds, they mustve linked that I had a crush on her... During the time she had another boyfriend...

Theyve done this a lot apparently. I've only truly hang out with female friends. The other person in my social circle they know by name was Angela, with which they also thought I had a crush on... And she also has a boyfriend, too...

Terry is an awesome friend. He's pretty much my source of asianness, which is saying something. Yet my matriarchal units pretty much slammed on him last night, saying that I was the one Kaylah shouldve chosen... Keep in mind I'm holding back on what they've actually said... And they don't realize that I'm single for a reason. MY reason. The reason I've never disclosed to anyone.

It couldn't really get anymore awkward than that...

Until I told them they lived together. Then that conversation lead to questions with sexual connotations about them, which lead to questions with sexual connotations about me...

I think I just died again.