Another freewrite... I did this one on my own though, this morning... over coffee... and I've got to run now. I have graduation rehearsal.
***
I’ll keep my pen moving, keep it moving just like we will be—moving through life. We’ll be moving alone, first college—but in my case, travel, then on to college, then more college and finally… life. We’ll be on to life, because most of us, including me, haven’t started living yet. I had a taste and that wasn’t enough. Life is like an addiction. You do it once and you want it more
More
More.
And sometimes you take a coffee break and look back on what just happened and you wonder where some of it came from, but then your coffee’s gone and you’re moving on again. Fast moving and you cling to little things that make some sense to you but not really…
just like the people in your life. They come and go—you cling, they cling and it’s hard to pull you apart now and then but
you
change.
And you didn’t know what to say but “I’ve changed, sorry.” And it’s all very surreal but they take it and smile and stay for a little longer and walk away because
this new you means
nothing
to them now.
So soon after this has happened, you sit for another coffee break and think: Look, they’re gone. Now what? But someone comes to take their place and you smile and drink your coffee and exchange stories of youth because you can’t call yourself young again. No more
High school
College…
It’s just pure life, but pure life isn’t good enough now and there’s no drug to move up to but sitcoms and beer and your fading, torn couch and
Wait, it’s just a coffee break and this new person sitting across from you who’s now your friend has the same nostalgic expression as you and they swill their coffee, maybe tea, and after that all you can do is smile sadly, or maybe pretend to smile sadly and talk some more and start each sentence with
I remember…
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Open
This is another freewrite I did. "O-P-E-N" is referring to the flashing sign that I was watching across the street and the rest of it was inspired by a random lyric I heard in one of the songs they were playing.
Enjoy, and I don't mean to offend anybody. It was all good fun... ;)
Enjoy, and I don't mean to offend anybody. It was all good fun... ;)
***
O-P-E-N. Flash Blue Flash flash flash flash. O-P-E-N… And over again.
“And Jesus was a sailor.”
Flash flash O-P-E-N
But if Jesus was a sailor, he probably had a lot of fun when they made port and in that case, he died for his own sins too.
Flash Flash.
Too bad. If only the general public knew it. I could write a book about this called “Jesus the Sailor” and it would open their eyes and maybe even gather a cult following.
Flash Flash
They’d call themselves the ‘sailorists’ and I’d go down in history with L. Ron Hubbard and maybe Matt Damon would be our official spokesperson and jump on Dr. Phil’s La-z-boy and get some bad press for that.
O-P-E-N Flash Flash.
Too bad it was just a song. Jesus isn’t a sailor—a musician just decided to make him one… kind of like the other Jesus, the guy on the bus. The one who’s one of us.
… because everyone in Poway rides the bus.
“And Jesus was a sailor.”
Flash flash O-P-E-N
But if Jesus was a sailor, he probably had a lot of fun when they made port and in that case, he died for his own sins too.
Flash Flash.
Too bad. If only the general public knew it. I could write a book about this called “Jesus the Sailor” and it would open their eyes and maybe even gather a cult following.
Flash Flash
They’d call themselves the ‘sailorists’ and I’d go down in history with L. Ron Hubbard and maybe Matt Damon would be our official spokesperson and jump on Dr. Phil’s La-z-boy and get some bad press for that.
O-P-E-N Flash Flash.
Too bad it was just a song. Jesus isn’t a sailor—a musician just decided to make him one… kind of like the other Jesus, the guy on the bus. The one who’s one of us.
… because everyone in Poway rides the bus.
***
Conversations
This is a freewrite I did with Melissa when we met today. It's called Conversations and it started with a starter phrase from the book she's reading. The phrase was: "You must have slept". Enjoy!
Oh... it's a series of conversations, so don't be confused...
Oh... it's a series of conversations, so don't be confused...
***
Conversations
- You must have slept.
- Yeah, it was Shakespeare. What do you expect?
- Your English teacher made you go?
- Yeah, for extra credit. I have a fucking 79.4 percent in that class.
- That sucks.
- I woke up in the second half and thought they were talking about refrigerators.
- Were they?
- Dude… it’s Shakespeare, they used fucking holes in the ground.
- Oh.
- You obviously didn’t go.
- I just told you. I was at Bill’s house.
- What’s Bill up to?
- He’s got a new girl.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, the secretary in his dad’s office.
…
- Where were you last night?
- Bill’s.
- You didn’t do anything, did you?
- No, mom. We had to go over some paperwork.
- I don’t trust you, Anna. You know that. What were you really doing?
- Paperwork! I told you!
- Michelle’s mom told me Michelle tells her the same exact thing!
- Yeah well… Mrs. Hudson is crazy! God… Why don’t you just leave me alone!?
…
- Last night, I saw the most wonderful young singer.
- Oh really? What was her name?
- His. He was Joseph Joplin. Excellent steak, John.
- He can’t hear you, Barbara. When he’s barbequing, he’s completely gone.
- My husband’s exactly the same way! All the time! He got a phone call the other day and you know what he says? “Mr. Hudson? Yeah… Oh! That’s me!”
- How funny! What was he doing?
- He’d just gotten home from walking Baxter.
…
Baxter lies in his basket in an empty house. They’ve gone out for the night, but it doesn’t bother him. For once, they’ve left him inside and he gets bored easily.
He’s already covered the shoes and the side of the couch. He even took care of the handbag on the floor in the kitchen and now he is slowly working on a little booklet of paper he found in the recycle.
If Baxter could read, he might have stopped after noticing the word “Shakespeare”.
- You must have slept.
- Yeah, it was Shakespeare. What do you expect?
- Your English teacher made you go?
- Yeah, for extra credit. I have a fucking 79.4 percent in that class.
- That sucks.
- I woke up in the second half and thought they were talking about refrigerators.
- Were they?
- Dude… it’s Shakespeare, they used fucking holes in the ground.
- Oh.
- You obviously didn’t go.
- I just told you. I was at Bill’s house.
- What’s Bill up to?
- He’s got a new girl.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, the secretary in his dad’s office.
…
- Where were you last night?
- Bill’s.
- You didn’t do anything, did you?
- No, mom. We had to go over some paperwork.
- I don’t trust you, Anna. You know that. What were you really doing?
- Paperwork! I told you!
- Michelle’s mom told me Michelle tells her the same exact thing!
- Yeah well… Mrs. Hudson is crazy! God… Why don’t you just leave me alone!?
…
- Last night, I saw the most wonderful young singer.
- Oh really? What was her name?
- His. He was Joseph Joplin. Excellent steak, John.
- He can’t hear you, Barbara. When he’s barbequing, he’s completely gone.
- My husband’s exactly the same way! All the time! He got a phone call the other day and you know what he says? “Mr. Hudson? Yeah… Oh! That’s me!”
- How funny! What was he doing?
- He’d just gotten home from walking Baxter.
…
Baxter lies in his basket in an empty house. They’ve gone out for the night, but it doesn’t bother him. For once, they’ve left him inside and he gets bored easily.
He’s already covered the shoes and the side of the couch. He even took care of the handbag on the floor in the kitchen and now he is slowly working on a little booklet of paper he found in the recycle.
If Baxter could read, he might have stopped after noticing the word “Shakespeare”.
***
Sunday, May 31, 2009
All You Need To Know About "Taken", The Movie
Official Tagline: The time for revenge has come.
Un-Official Tagline (Created by me): Don't you wish your dad was like this?
Short Summary:
1st half: Liam Neeson being a sweet, loving dad.
2nd half: Liam Neeson kicking ass and getting away with it.
My Opninion:
This was an extremely mediocre action flick. "Extremely mediocre" here being used in every sense of the phrase. It semi-satisfied the action-loving dude in me.
If you want a movie you don't have to think about, this is it. Although, it does prompt such thoughts as: "Hey! Where'd he get that?" or "Man, if I had access to that database, I would have aced my underwater basket weaving class!"
I don't have that much experience, but I think this movie super-misrepresents world traveling. There ARE good things about meeting new people when you travel... lots of good things. Just don't be stupid. If the "stupid" had been TAKEN out of this movie, it wouldn't have been a movie. So I suppose this film does teach a good lesson: don't be a stupid-American-teenage-girl traveler. All in all though, I think it was a bit excessive. Please don't get kidnapped in France to give your dad a chance to play Liam Neeson dress-up.
My Rating: 6/10
Final Verdict: If it's there, watch it. If it's not, don't waste your money.
Un-Official Tagline (Created by me): Don't you wish your dad was like this?
Short Summary:
1st half: Liam Neeson being a sweet, loving dad.
2nd half: Liam Neeson kicking ass and getting away with it.
My Opninion:
This was an extremely mediocre action flick. "Extremely mediocre" here being used in every sense of the phrase. It semi-satisfied the action-loving dude in me.
If you want a movie you don't have to think about, this is it. Although, it does prompt such thoughts as: "Hey! Where'd he get that?" or "Man, if I had access to that database, I would have aced my underwater basket weaving class!"
I don't have that much experience, but I think this movie super-misrepresents world traveling. There ARE good things about meeting new people when you travel... lots of good things. Just don't be stupid. If the "stupid" had been TAKEN out of this movie, it wouldn't have been a movie. So I suppose this film does teach a good lesson: don't be a stupid-American-teenage-girl traveler. All in all though, I think it was a bit excessive. Please don't get kidnapped in France to give your dad a chance to play Liam Neeson dress-up.
My Rating: 6/10
Final Verdict: If it's there, watch it. If it's not, don't waste your money.
Monday, May 11, 2009
"Thank you for flying Aeromexico and we hope you enjoy your stay in Havana."
AAAAANNNDD now for... The first Cuba post!
So, as it was and is currently still illegal for United States Citizens to go to Cuba without special permission from the government, my Dad, Juana and I had to go the sneaky way.
We actually flew out of the Tijuana Airport on Aeromexico, headed for Havana. Once you're out of the U.S., nobody really questions what you're up to. Cuba even refrains from stamping United States passports because they know that it's illegal for us to be there.
We arrived at Cuba around 4:30 am, Cuban time. It was completely dark out and there were very few cars on the road but quite a few people seemed to be awake. The cab driver who took us to our hotel told us that Cubans started their day around that time so that they can make it to work in the morning. Judging by this, I would not make a good Cuban.
On the way to our hotel, we passed through various districts of Havana. At night, it was hard to tell the difference, but everything looked... old. The buildings were literally half crumbling, the sidewalks cracked and grimy to let little weeds through... But despite the run-d0wn feeling of the city, there's a sense of history. Havana has known so much history and unlike American cities, Havana still reflects that and not just in museums and iron memorials.
Even in the early morning, Havana was HOT... humid hot. The first thing I did when I got to the hotel was take a completely cold shower (around 5:00 am Cuban time). Ten minutes later, I was dripping sweat again.
We stayed in the Hotel Lincoln every night we were in Havana. To give you an idea of this place: It's not even in the tourist books. It's definitely on the lower end of the hotel spectrum, but it felt like real Cuba. If there's one way to experience a culture, it's to live like the locals. The Hotel Lincoln was not pricey, decently comfortable and yet we got a sense of real Cuban culture there.
The first night, I stayed in a room separate from my parents. My room didn't have running hot water, but at 5:00 in the morning, exhausted and sweating, I didn't care. The bed was comfortable and made-up. (I was lucky with pillows that night though. The one I landed was nice and un-knobbly). The room even had a TV with a few channels. I later found out that one of the channels they had decent reception for was CNN.
I stayed up for a little while to write, but running on four hours of sleep the night before we left, I fell asleep almost immediately after jotting down a few observations...
And that was my first night in Havana...Ta-da! More to come... You see! I DID keep my promise. Laterz.
So, as it was and is currently still illegal for United States Citizens to go to Cuba without special permission from the government, my Dad, Juana and I had to go the sneaky way.
We actually flew out of the Tijuana Airport on Aeromexico, headed for Havana. Once you're out of the U.S., nobody really questions what you're up to. Cuba even refrains from stamping United States passports because they know that it's illegal for us to be there.
We arrived at Cuba around 4:30 am, Cuban time. It was completely dark out and there were very few cars on the road but quite a few people seemed to be awake. The cab driver who took us to our hotel told us that Cubans started their day around that time so that they can make it to work in the morning. Judging by this, I would not make a good Cuban.
On the way to our hotel, we passed through various districts of Havana. At night, it was hard to tell the difference, but everything looked... old. The buildings were literally half crumbling, the sidewalks cracked and grimy to let little weeds through... But despite the run-d0wn feeling of the city, there's a sense of history. Havana has known so much history and unlike American cities, Havana still reflects that and not just in museums and iron memorials.
Even in the early morning, Havana was HOT... humid hot. The first thing I did when I got to the hotel was take a completely cold shower (around 5:00 am Cuban time). Ten minutes later, I was dripping sweat again.
We stayed in the Hotel Lincoln every night we were in Havana. To give you an idea of this place: It's not even in the tourist books. It's definitely on the lower end of the hotel spectrum, but it felt like real Cuba. If there's one way to experience a culture, it's to live like the locals. The Hotel Lincoln was not pricey, decently comfortable and yet we got a sense of real Cuban culture there.
The first night, I stayed in a room separate from my parents. My room didn't have running hot water, but at 5:00 in the morning, exhausted and sweating, I didn't care. The bed was comfortable and made-up. (I was lucky with pillows that night though. The one I landed was nice and un-knobbly). The room even had a TV with a few channels. I later found out that one of the channels they had decent reception for was CNN.
I stayed up for a little while to write, but running on four hours of sleep the night before we left, I fell asleep almost immediately after jotting down a few observations...
And that was my first night in Havana...Ta-da! More to come... You see! I DID keep my promise. Laterz.
Stuff to Check Out
This article is extremely amusing: http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1773330
I'm addicted to collegehumor by the way. They have been my life for the past weekend. I would say it's sad, but I'm not sad about it at all... so yeah... not sad. Just... *cough* Anyways! Check them out.
I also just saw Star Trek-- The other half of my life for this weekend. Go see it. Now. No... literally. You're getting up from your computer, taking my advice literally and hopping in your car to catch the next showing of Star Trek at the local theaters...
Still here? Dang. Well. Go see it anyways.
I'm addicted to collegehumor by the way. They have been my life for the past weekend. I would say it's sad, but I'm not sad about it at all... so yeah... not sad. Just... *cough* Anyways! Check them out.
I also just saw Star Trek-- The other half of my life for this weekend. Go see it. Now. No... literally. You're getting up from your computer, taking my advice literally and hopping in your car to catch the next showing of Star Trek at the local theaters...
Still here? Dang. Well. Go see it anyways.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Updates, Disappointments and Promises that I May or May Not Keep
Today is amazing. I actually have nothing to do tonight; it's fantastic. So here is my goal for the next couple days: Actually catch up on the interesting stuff that's happened in my life... I'll start posting stuff about Cuba and LA and other shtuff.
Today, my choir teacher ditched school to go meet Adam Lambert at Mount Carmel High School... He was her former student and she won't shut up about him. I have nothing against him, I've just never really watched American Idol... Anyways, I find it kind of cool and kind of funny. Maybe I'll watch part of the last episodes...
Two days ago, Cassandra and I had tickets to see a pre-screening of Star Trek. We stood in line for two hours and we were literally twenty people from the front of the line when they came out and told us that the seats were full. It was... extremely disappointing, to put it lightly.
Anyways, I was surprised that nobody was really dressed up for the occasion... There was a huge line behind us but they all looked like normal, non-trekkie people. ;)
So I intend on seeing that sometime this weekend...
Well, adios for now, amigos!
Today, my choir teacher ditched school to go meet Adam Lambert at Mount Carmel High School... He was her former student and she won't shut up about him. I have nothing against him, I've just never really watched American Idol... Anyways, I find it kind of cool and kind of funny. Maybe I'll watch part of the last episodes...
Two days ago, Cassandra and I had tickets to see a pre-screening of Star Trek. We stood in line for two hours and we were literally twenty people from the front of the line when they came out and told us that the seats were full. It was... extremely disappointing, to put it lightly.
Anyways, I was surprised that nobody was really dressed up for the occasion... There was a huge line behind us but they all looked like normal, non-trekkie people. ;)
So I intend on seeing that sometime this weekend...
Well, adios for now, amigos!
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