Thirty-five degrees below comfortable and the lighting’s fucking dull; iced water glasses stayed full. The pasta was overpriced but thankfully split - only to be put on one check. I didn’t check what they put on her plate only because I didn’t want their attention split. Took her home, thankfully. Gas was overpriced but we were under pressure. The car? Thirty-five degrees above whatever temperature fogs the windows.
Interesting things tend to happen at 5:30am. I found my face utterly boring over Facetime and opted to create something more interesting to look at. This is the result. I feel like I did a pretty good job considering I only had one hand and less than five minutes to work with.
Thanksgiving and yesterday.
We had plans of spending $9 on ice cream but instead ended up in San Francisco spending $20 on used CDs, $15 on soul food, and $3.50 on hipster ice cream. Time well spent.
Ahh. The past few days. Back-to-back uh, things to do. I’d say errands but that wouldn’t really be correct, and I’d say plans but I’d rather provide this explanation. I’m currently thinking about when the last time I blogged was (Which turns out to be like, Thursday? I don’t remember. I just remember blogging about Thursday. As in last Thursday).
I don’t really remember what happened since then. Little snippets here and there. Didn’t get VP of Leadership on Sunday. Chunky peanut butter. Ever since I saw the episode of Breaking Bad where Walt, Jr. explains how Raisin Bran and Raisin Bran Crunch aren’t the same, I’ve been buying Raisin Bran Crunch every few weeks. Cereal is the best part about waking up. Cereal and texting.
Tuesday… I know coffee was involved. Melvin tagged along and I thought about how Connie told me I lack the ability to say no to people. ”Jungle Something Something Volcano Jamaican Volcano Something,” I heard the barista say. ”Is it good?” I asked. He said it was good, but not $7-for-a-12oz-cup good. Caffeine is expensive. People are crazy.
Shoes and legs were soaking wet on Wednesday. I felt as if I woke up late, but I can’t really pinpoint what I was late for. Late for that. Mm. Plans that aren’t necessarily planned. Still haven’t washed my chin. Intentionally, I mean. I hit up Dominique for the first time. ”BRING ICE CREAM.” Went to her apartment and helped her cook. Everything tastes better with shredded cheese on top and if not shredded cheese then cocoa pebbles. I thought the switch for the sink grinder thing was the light switch… It happens to everyone. Why is the grinder on a light switch anyways?
Thursday and Friday kind of blend into each other… I found out a girl in my group for one of my classes has a husband that allows her to have boyfriends. Odd. Old people are weird.
Banquet… Fell asleep with my head hanging off of a beanbag chair so that it wouldn’t be flat in the back. Hit traffic. Felt Good. Listening to Awkward made things slightly awkward. Got a 21+ wristband but didn’t buy alcohol. Somewhat proud of myself. Brought my camera but forgot my memory card. This happens way too often. Free photobooth but the photobooth man facilitator person left before I could get another chance. I literally just read this paragraph over and I realized I write in a pattern that sucks and is repetitive but what the fuck ever I’m a table
Gave Randy a Supreme flask and he gave me an OF-inspired paddle. We both screamed at each other for a good five minutes and I ran around showing everyone and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh slow dance but I didn’t want do anything stupid so I just watched Randy slow grind on his girlfriend and got kicked out at 11 and loitered for a bit before everyone left for the after-gathering which lacked good music until I plugged in. Did homework on my phone while I was there… It was weird. Left for a bit. Awkward again. I think it was IFHY first… I would like to thank Pharrell. Thank you to the based god too. Best car ride
Went back to the after-gathering without realizing it was 2:30am which is when people start throwing up and being stupid and girls start crying and people start complaining and things smell like weed and I was like fuck this and I found Geraldine and she wasn’t looking too good and next thing I hear she’s in someone’s room and she wasn’t doing too well and I had to lay her on the bed which makes me think of “Lay You Down” but it wasn’t in that sense and I felt so bad and wow and I’m glad my little was there to take care of her and push her hair to where it wouldn’t get throw up on it… Her eyes were closed but she’d open her mouth to show that she was alive. ”Mmm.” She’d say
Saturday was whatever. Tomorrow will be better
Its Been A Week Since The Carnival, Which I Have Now Realized Was The Greatest Day Of My Life. Seeing Everyone I Care About There Was Crazy. No, Thats Not Even The Part That Got Me Excited. Seeing What Some Stupid Little ideas Can Turn Into Is What Shocks Me. The Little Stupid Cats And Graphics I Made On Photo Shop Out Of Boredom On Flags And Murals; Seeing That Donut I Drew When I Was 15 On Stages And Everyones Bag; 10 Thousand People Came To A Place Called ‘Camp Flog Gnaw’, Wow. I Remember When I Came Up With That Name Summer 2011. I Never Been To Camp And In My Head, I Created A Place That I Figured Would Never Exist, But That Changed. Just Fliping The First Letters Of Wolf Gang Turned Into Its Own Separate Thing. Seeing All Different Races From Skinny To Fat To Everything All In One Place With Something In Common Was Mind Blowing. The Zipper Is My Favorite Ride In The World. Not That You Care, But That Fact That I Figured Out How To Get That Thing And Ride It For As Many Times As I Want Without Waiting In Line IS Fucking Amazing. I Have An Amazing Team With Me. No Matter How Crazy And Offensive Or Weird My Ideas Were, They Put Their Trust In Me And Allowed Me To Move Forward.Like Dude, We Threw A Fucking Carnival In The Middle Of Los Angeles With 10k Plus People. We Didnt Have Any Crazy Sponsors And I Didnt Have To Suck Up to Anyone Or Any Of That Shit, WE Did It. And The Skatepark? Did You See That Skatepark? I Was Up Till 2 Am Painting That Bitch! Growing Up In Hawthorne At The Dirty ( skatepark) And Seeing My Old Friends From There Getting Clips Was Prolly The Craziest Shit Ive Seen. How Far Ive Came With Every Little Idea that I Believed In No Matter Who Did Or Didnt. Walking Around Seeing Kids In EXACT Things That I Wear Is Mind Blowing. Something That I Just Naturally Like And Put On, Its Some Kid Out There That Studies Every Article Of Clothing That Was Put On And Emulates That. Thats Crazy To Me. I Used To Do That With P, So Know That Someone IS Looking At Me The Way I Look At Him Is Really Amazing To Me. I Didnt Think I Would Change So Many Lives. Someone Retweeted An Old Tweet Of Mine From Feb 2012 Yesterday And It Read ’ I Had A Dream That Kanye Invited Me To Perform LATE With Him. I Wish’. Kanye Came To The Carnival And I Performed Late With Him. My Favorite Song By Kanye, AN Album Cut He NEVER Does, Was Performed Not Only With But During My Set And My Carnival! No Matter if You Hate Me Think Im Stupid Untalented Annoying Or Whatever, I FUCKING WIN AND YOU CAN SUCK MY WHOLE SHIT. We Did This, OF Did This, Coming From Actually Jack Shit And Turned That Jack Shit In Something. I’m Just Blabbing Now. I Just Want Who Ever Reading This To Know That Anything Is Possible, No Matter How Crazy It May Seem, Anything IS Possible You Just Have To Figure It Out. Get Your Self Esteem Up And Like Yourself, Then Like Your Ideas. We Live In A World Where People Dont Even Like Their Own Ideas, That Why You Have People Copying One Thing Thats Working So Much, Then Everything Gets Over Saturated With The Same Shit, And That Goes With Fashion, Music And All That. If People Actually Loved Themselves And Believed In Themselves More You Know How Many More Crazy Things Would Be Created? There Is No Fucking Limit To Anything! ( Except Elevators). Its A World Of People Who Dont Give A Fuck About The Mall Or The Radio Or None Of That Shit, Who Dont Care About Race Or If Someone Is Gay Or What Not. Thats What I Was Trying To Say On That Arsenio Interview. I Prolly Came Of As An Idiot Tho. Im Really Passionate About Everything I Do. From Music To Clothing To Videos. I Love Make Videos So Much. I Just Want Some Millionaire To Throw Me Money To Be Creative And Get Shots. I Remember Kids In School Always Thought I Was Weird, Not Just Cause How I Dressed Or The Music I Liked Or That Fact I Was Just Different Overall( in comparison to them), But Because I Was So Open With Future Goals. I Would Always Say The Grammies Im Gonna Get, And The Number 1 Movie Im Going To Write And Direct, And Just Random Shit Im Gonna Do. Now Those Same Dude Who Shut Me Down Are Paying Shitty College Debt Doing Something They Hate, Because They Didnt Go Full Throttle On Their Own Dreams And Quickly Shitted On Mines. And Im Not Knocking Anyone In College, Please Get Your Education, Im Just Saying, Do What You Love And Be Happy, Dont Live For Anyone Else. I Dont Like The Color Black. I Dont Know What That Has To Do With Anything But I Like Colors, Bright Colors, Like Flowers. It Brings A Great Energy. Ok Im Just Talking Again. Its Prolly A lot Of Typos In This But Im Just Going Off Of What Ever Is Coming To My Head. This Photo Of Na-Kel Smith Skating In Front Of The GOLF Mural At The Skatepark Means So Much To Me. The World Is Yours Little Nigga, And I Mean That. They Are Them, We Are Us, Fuck Them All! OFWGKTA
An interesting season. It reminds me of the music I’d listen to on the way to school. Kanye West around this time in 2010 released a new song every Friday until his album had dropped. I remember hearing Devil In A New Dress every morning. I’m reminded of how sad the Fall semester ends up getting. I place full blame on Aubrey Graham dropping his albums in the Fall. Take Care. Fall always ends up having more memories attached to it. More music attached to it. More people attached to. ”I Wish I could give you this feeling…” I’m not sure how I feel about yesterday. I took notes in my first class. My charger died. -$20. Down jackets are expensive. Got the kinetic energy classwork problem right. I never get classwork right. It was weird. I had my photo taken. ”Cutiepie!" she exclaimed, as she tilted her head away from the camera. We talked about her shoes. She said her husband hates them. Saw Melvin. Saw Raf. Saw Cindy. Saw polkadots. Got coffee. Bought Oreos. Ate all of them. I was given the authority to yell at a room full of people. It was… Liberating.
Hef. Shock. Shock. Shock. My hands were not where I had expected them. I spent the drive to Will’s house with Be on repeat. Such a nice house, on a hill, at the end of a street. Fell asleep on the drive home. Occupied my time by sticking my head out the window and screaming at the top of my lungs. I woke up behind a white van. Texting in lowercase… Things are different.
Whenever I’m holding your hand and, making eye contact, I feel like the damn man.
Spent most of my night going through Tumblr… I haven’t done this in a while. Ignored all the pictures. Read all the text. I’m tired of these doge photos. I’m tired of pumpkin spice lattes. Shiba inu. Munchkin cats. Shirtless white couples making out. Is it two spaces after the period? Or just one? Tumblr photos… There’s only so many city skylines one can take. But why do people reblog them so often? I see all these quotes, too. From amazing books that bloggers don’t read. People who read are so interesting. I haven’t met anyone who does, though. By read I mean often. More than just Harry Potter and Hunger Games and 50 Shades of Grey. Usually after a post as odd as this, I’ll mention something about deleting it later.
"She reminds me of [ex girlfriend]." Hm.
I thought about this for a while. Creating a post with no photo… It’s not something Julian would do.
I brought my camera with me this weekend down to Los Angeles and I really only took this picture. I need to practice bringing my camera everywhere with me as I’ve gotten used to the habit of just putting it in the trunk. I guess I’ll learn eventually.
The Internet, Earl, Schoolboy Q, Flying Lotus, Mac Miller, Tyler The Creator, Kanye West, and Frank Ocean all in one day. That girl was chill. I want Saturday to happen all over again
Went to SFSU yesterday for their chapter meeting mainly for requirements. But then the signup post said, “HIPSTER THEMED.” I could not resist.
Shout out to all the ladies out there that wear five panel hats.
This gold chain belonged to some random girl who did not want her face photographed.
I got the most sleep in weeks last night.
2/365… I guess. Alexa was sitting behind me yesterday and got a green Skittle and for some reason I had the urge to smash it with my phone. And so I did. My phone now smells like Skittles.
I’m not sure if this is a 365 project. I might be using the 365 as an excuse to post pictures on the daily that don’t really make sense. Yolo. It kind of helps though, I tend to forget about the days that have passed and whenever I see a picture I’ve taken I remember that day so clearly. So I’ll probably look back on this post two years in the future and be like, “ohhhhh so that’s what I was doing on November 3rd”
Work is chill. School is chill. Frat is chill. I talked to a friend yesterday about how people end up choosing to quit work instead of going inactive. I forgot what he said but it made sense at the time. Something about how what work has to offer that a fraternity can’t, especially since you can’t join a fraternity when you graduate.
I bought Trap Lord a couple of days ago. Cierilyn had her hand on my face when “Dump Dump" came on whose first line is, "Her hands all on my fade, bitch pop that ass in the coop." I guess at the time "fade" sounded like "face." Which was weird.
She didn’t pop that ass in the coop but now whenever I listen to that song I think of yesterday.
Sorry about the hiatus. I’ve been busy growing out my hair, and when I’m not growing it out, I’m combing it.
This picture was actually taken yesterday. Hi Jen. Today I walked into work with a hat and my boss said, “Did you cut your hair yet?” I’m sure he doesn’t like my hair since it attracts a different crowd. But he won’t tell me that. Just like how he won’t tell me that he doesn’t like the fact that the music videos on the TV switch from popular K-Pop music videos to Started From The Bottom. His face looks confused every time it comes on.
I’ve grown distant from a lot of people I used to feel close to. Maybe I’ve unexpectedly inspired everyone to be just as busy as I am.