Tuesday, November 25, 2008

99 cent store field trip

Me and Leroy went to the 99 cent store today, we opted for the one over on LaBrea rather than the one we usually frequent on Fairfax because the one on Fairfax is in a "smelly area". Certain parts of LA have "smelly areas". No matter when you go there, it always smells! the 99 cent store always smells like somebody bombarded that entire area with stink bombs. Theres also a strip on Melrose that always smells like sewage..it's totally gross, and i digress. So we get to this magnificent,huge 99 cent store and I will now describe to you the characters that I met there.

-Old lady that asked my opinion on what color poinsettia to get, where to place it, will it reflect light? will it look good in her apartment complex? is purple better than red? blah blah. Of course I was very nice because people aren't friendly at all around here or anywhere anymore so it was nice to be esteeemed by  a stranger in a "i'm not going to murder you, hit on you or hand you my business card" sort of way. She later cornered me in the parking lot when I was trying to leave to show me all the things she purchased. She drove a beautiul old pistachio colored mustang that I had admired before meeting her.

-Crazy big German lady that stopped me to tell me to buy fake eggs out of the 99 cent store fridge. "zaaaay are gooooot!" I said, "I'm sorry what?" "zeeee egggs...zaayyy are very gootttt!" "sorry lady I'm just looking for oj!" she put her arm up..I walked away. Leroy and I exchanged looks of " Is it crazies need a friend day?"

-In line a middle-aged woman was standing so close to Leroy that now that I think about it, I think she was smelling his hair. It has grown to be quite beautiful and boisterous. She asked him about some items he was holding. Namely a sippy cup he was about to purcahse of Frosty the Snowman. (Yeah I dont get it either).

-The old woman wearing a shirt that read "Not everything in life revoloves around chocolate....but it should!" Wow. Well put. She purchased two bags of tidy cat cat litter, 9 bottles of after shower baby powder, and 6 canisters of clorox bleach. Leroy announced, "stocking up for winter!" and i almost peed on the check out girl.




Monday, November 24, 2008

Money well spent

Option 1

uhmmmm...i watched this video...and...well...i just dont know who iam anymore...i forgot how to blink?...you know that feeling when you want to look away but cant for some odd reason...and then you start throwing up all over the place...but then shortly after you realize that this lyrically challenged girl sells out shows in canada...and you want to be her BFF...wear true religions everyday...i got that feeling

Price: $350 roundtrip ticket to canada + LIGHTS ticket...and the chance to ask her...how did get your hair to blow in the video?



Option 2

Kanyes new clothing line...theres not much to talk about...ITS BEEN DONE ALREADY!

Price: More expensive than option 1






Option 3

Greenman costume...hands down funkn AMAZING

Price: $70...yes please



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Attn. OHHH MELROSE PART DOS

Adding onto KJ's post about Melrose and the krap people are wearing...i still dont get it...mind bottling?



Crystal Audigier...Christian Audigiers daughter...16 years old...started her own line called Crystal Rock...ofcourse with the help of the bedazzle master...she is going to help come out with more krap with gems/rhinestones/and oh lets say rocks on them...Ive never seen a clothing company find more use of the words...FAITH...POWER...GLORY...ENTICE...oh and cant forget LOVE...why cant the shirts say..."SHIT LIPS"...or "EAT ASSHOLE"...maybe "PIRATE TITTY MONGER"...i hate bedazzled uggs...do you really want to wear 20 pound boots? you live in LA! there is no fucking snow for miles

oh well...keep taking money from people...hats off to you

Here is the info on this lovely ray of joy and the bedazzle master:

Once again the Godfather of Rock & Roll Fashion redefines high-end casual wear as Christian Audigier presents his new line CRYSTAL ROCK. The latest innovative brand from the creator of Ed Hardy, Christian Audigier, and SMET celebrates women of all ethnicities, cultures, and walks of life. Inspired by his daughter Crystal Rock Audigier, this limited edition brand is a representation of women's empowerment and authenticity. Designed as a reflection of Hollywood individualism, the bold and colorful designs embrace the spirit of youthfulness, while creating a niche for edgy wearable art. Every shirt is manufactured on 100% organic fabric; an exclusive piece of original artwork, as only 1,000 will be reproduced and numbered in each style.

The distinctive nature of the design strives to capture a specific mood with its' intricate, yet understated detail. Christian has incorporated his signature style with the use of rhinestones, flocking and foil integrated with a female character as individuality. The message behind the creation is simple; all women are beautiful regardless of race, creed, or color. CRYSTAL ROCK is already in high demand with celebrities and retailers alike. With it's comfort, style, and conceptional significance CRYSTAL ROCK is sure to be the most sought after collectable among strong, confident women everywhere.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH...this makes me want to punch vaginas

Saturday, November 22, 2008

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Go Vegan!
-The BARBICUTIONER !!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Action Speaks Louder Than Words

People talk...and talk...and talk...to the point where it leaves me in a state of distraught. Everyone is so caught up in their own lives that taking 5 minutes of their own is absolutely out of the question. Where are those random acts of kindness!? and since when has it been all about YOU! Busy? You can never be too busy so dont pull that shit. The WORLD does not revolve around one person...it just doesnt

-If you 'LOVE' someone...then show it. Take their clothes off, plant he or she on the wall, and destroy em...mad max style...(red flag)

-If one of your close friends or family member is sick...well shit happens...theyll get better...right?

-I miss you?...everyone says it

-If one of your good friends needs a place to stay...let him or her stay with you...if he or she sleeps with your fiance and lies to your face...uses all the colby jack cheese in the fridge when he or she knows damn well the KRAFT is his or hers...embrace it

-If your girlfriend gives you an ed hardy shirt for your bday...gouge her eyes out

-We all need help at some point in our lives...return the favor by doing absolutely nothing

-Youre having a shitty day...make sure to let everyone know so they all can feel sorry for you...it works!

-If you get your friend a job...and they suck huge ballsack...and end up quitting...its ok...you can always rely on them

I try not to think about these things but...they happen...more frequently...people tend to take everything for granted and dont value the importance of certain friends or lovers...they just use words...i know we all fuck up at times...but how many times do we acknowledge it and actually apologize

Think about it...actually dont think...just get up and make people happy

If you love someone...go out of your way...trust me...its worth the smile on their face



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Go into RIF and say hi to Jeff...hes gangster



If youre not aware...



Timecrimes



Glad you got smashed...whitney houston style



FUN



MEAL



dance party



AMAZING!



AMAZING!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Crazy-Town USA

Going to the post office is always an exciting event. Crazy people apparently love to congregate at the post office. Why? is it the allure to lick the stamps? do they get their jollies of sending/recieving mail so much that they hang out here in desperation that snail mail will come there way so they can rip it open and lather themeselves with it? Well anyways, today wasn't really that exciting I guess. I walked into the post office to pick up the books I ordered from amazon and as soon as I walked in I smelled him before I saw him. The Hollywood Vampire. Yep. That's what he called himself. He was telling everyone in line (cuz theres always an effing line!) that he went through "the program" and is straight as an arrow now. Usually ignoring this kind of shit, as you grow impervious to it after a few months of living in LA, I decided to slowly turn my head and sneak a peek at this winner. He was covered in dirt, he was wearing a kilt, it looked like he tried to bleach his hair but the bleach didn't take so his hair was half cut off and half scraggly and  brassy orange in color. He was telling the old lady next to him that he was THE Hollywood Vampire. For a brief moment, me and the old lady made eye contact and in our thoughts I feel we communicated as if to say "This dude is fucking crazy..and smelly..and I can't wait to get the eff out of this post office". Leroy and I then hit the skids. We saw 3 guys getting busted for drugs as we drove back. At the crosswalk this insanely old lady was crossing the street very slowly with cane. We decided to name her "tugboat tits" because she was wearing one of those old lady cafeteria bras that makes your boobs look like madonnas from her 80's tour when she had the cone boobs. I now realize that "torpedo tits" would have been more appropriate. Damn Me! Speaking of lunchlady bras, I worked at the bra/panty department at Filene's  when I was freshly 16 and had to fit old fat ladies for bras and suggest sexy panties for them to wear to help out their sexless and loveless marriages. I quit after 2 weeks to pursue a career in being a roller-skating rink attendant. 
I'd like to take this time to thank McDonalds for their delicious iced coffee. I'd like to thank the trashmen for the song "bird is the word" and I would also like to thank blackberry for the "storm" which comes out November 21. Mama likes.


sidenote: Toby Morse spotted at post office last week! what will next week bring?!?! and thanks to Mary at Adidas for the magazine with him on the cover with the rest of H2o. you rule at life!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

random thoughts for today

-new vice magazine. drawing edition. even the do's and don'ts are drawn..how special

-i was under the impression that everyone was aware of the news....that the the bird is the word? BA BA BA BA BIRD BIRD BIRD..BIRD'S THE WORDDDD!

-go pick up the movie, "back to the beach" its my personal fave since i was a young lassy of 6 yrs old. pee wee herman (my hero) is in it singing "bird's the word" on a surfboard with white pleather platforms on. other things to know about this movie:
a.) fishbone is also in it b.) jamaica ska song c.) one of the character names is a punk boy named, "knife" d.) this movie is a result of the classic 50's clips "beach blanket bingo" starring frankie avalon and annette funicello of the mickey mouse club (i am full of useless knowledge..duh)

-some girl on the street started screaming bloody murder because Jonah Hill was eating an omelette across the st. i didnt understand the commotion at first and thought she was having some sort of attack, after me and leroy made our way over to said spot we realized who it was, both exclaimed, "what the fuck??!!" and were pissed that we walked 20 feet over check out a lame situation in 99 degree heat. that is two lbs from my enormous thighs that will be hard to put back on..i can't wait to be a 400 lb Victorias Secret model. It's my dream. Don't judge me.

-did i mention that california is on fire? apparently its pretty bad in santa barbara which is north, and santa ana which is south, so of course LA is right in the middle..i feel like i live in hell and Jonah Hill is satan, I'm expecting steven tyler to jump out any minute from behind a garbage can and start singing to me...."innnn this sweeeet surrrender...i wanna be lost in this momenttttt FOREVVVVERRRRRR....."

-What's with all the nerds playing call of duty and these stupid video games that require a headset...NERDDD ALERTTTT..go to the beach and ride a bike

-I bought the Beatles Anthology 2 from Amoeba last nite and realized I dont need the Beatles Edition I-pod that's nuts I have been sweating for about a year now. Instead I will pre-load my own I-pod for much much cheaper. Paying $800 for a box full of beatles cd's (that i own almooooost all of anwyays) just for the I-pod when it's not even pre-loaded kinda sucks. Over it, saddened by it. I-tunes still doesn't own the rights to their songs to put up..Stupid Michael Jackson!

I think that's it for today, stay tuned

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Yo RV where you at? by Tha Rizzla

It is quite apparent that celebrities all have a certain shelf life. They have their good time, their bad time, their comeback, then they fade into obscurity once and for all. Or they die. I suppose fading into death and/or obscurity are basically the same thing, although if they die they are more likely to keep their dignity because it makes it impossible for them to sign on to disasters such as, say, Lost Boys: The Tribe starring Corey Feldman, or the Number 23. Anyway, I have digressed before even starting to make the point of this here blog. I'm talking about someone that has disappeared, but maintained said dignity, and is still alive. This man, is Reginald Veljohnson. You may know him as Carl Winslow or Sgt. Al Powell of the LAPD. What happened to him?! Honestly, I can't think of one other person who makes every single person happy at once when appearing on screen. What one person can say, "Dude fuck Reginald Veljohnson, I hate that guy"? Nobody. That's who. I believe 'ol Reginald never got the respect he deserved. I mean c'mon, he went from playing a family friendly father of a proud black family just trying to make it in the suburbs, to a street smart, cursing cop that once shot a 13 year old kid. If you're wondering what that role is from, I will tell you. It was from the single greatest film of all time, Die Hard. Not once did Reginald get greedy and try to get lame ass roles that would ultimately tarnish his badass reputation. I post this blog in his honor, because he has what 99% of the world lacks...integrity. Look everyone, just look at the face of integrity.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Today

...Happens to be one of the most boring days of my life thus far. So, I figured the best way to pass some time was clearly to look up ridiculous pictures on google. That being said, these were the only photos that were deemed worthy of being posted...

I have no idea what this is...but I wish it was real so that I could own one.
Baby Lennard...because he was obviously white when he was a kid.

Also, if I have to hear another person say: "Oooohhhh....I feel so stupid, I totally thought you sold cupcakes here." one more time today, I'm going to punch someone square in the throat. Until next time...




Shaazzaam!



I had a very interesting conversation with...lets say British Tyrone Biggums



BTB: Aye you wids the brilliant Johnny Cupcakes mate?

L: Ha yeah I am

BTB: Whys Johnny being all dodgy taking Nikes business

L: ?

BTB: Its fuckin ballistic to sees all these blokes lined up

L: Oh! are you talking about that jordan pack that dropped at Niketown today

BTB: Absobloodylootely

L: Really?

BTB: Its ballistic! Everyones lining up heres for bloody t-shirts instead of the jordan pack. I already gotten mines and gonna flips dem on ebays. Woulds you like to listen to my demo?

L: Uh not really

BTB: No worries mate...I remembers walking for the opening and I see this amazing wooden crate and I knocked on it..."Johnny! Johnny! you in there?

L: Oh hey we gotta go...take it easy!

Speaking of Tyrone Biggums

CRACK PARTY EDITION



Oprah rich



Crack rocks



God?



Crack Party

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

OHHHHH Melrose

I don't get the whole Ed Hardy thing. I really don't, and who the eff is Christian Audigier?? Is he the dude that bedazzles the shit out of Ed Hardy flash tee shirts and hats? EW. Well anyhow, the shiz is all over Melrose, and I can't stand looking at it anymore. The Beverly Center recently made a huge Ed Hardy window display, and it looks like a kid threw up and colored on it at the same time. Not to mention, the mannequins wearing it are far from anatomically correct...Who is buying this shit? Why is it still around? Well i recently found out who's wearing it. I've only seen a few people in LA sporting it. (Pamela Anderson types, David Beckham types, you get it). I recently took a trip down to Orange County for a friends birthday, I ended up with a few friends at a bar on Harbor in Fullerton. Every single chick on that entire block was wearing Ed Hardy, bedazzled shirts, skanky skirt and heels, gross dyed and straightened hair and fake tans. I don't get this look. I don't like this look. I believe some refer to it as "bro hoe". One of the girls started a fight with a bouncer and threatened to cut him after taking off one 6 inch heel and a hoop earring. She yelled, " No one talks to my man like that!" I look over and she's referring to this Joe Dirt lookin stoner kid sitting on the curb nearby. Wow.. what a power couple, they deserve a nickname like "brangelina". For the next 20 mins this girl did nothing but talk about how she was "soooooooo totally going to kick some guys ass". Which would have never happened because she could barely walk. ( It could have been the heels, could have been the crabs..who knows?) Anyways, I rant along. Back to Ed Hardy. It's sad really. Saddddddd. And you would think all the shops on Melrose would be trendy or at least up to date. As I walked up and down it today, i noticed about 5 shops I would shop in. That included all the second hand and vintage shops. The rest were all "Affliciton" and "Ed Hardy" or knock-off of both. I haven't seen more bedazzled shit since the third grade. Even the pants. It's gross..WHO IS BUYING IT? why is it here????? they can't be making money. God help us transform Melrose. Good news though, Kill City is opening up on wonderful Melrose Ave on Saturday, right next to Creatures Of Comfort. Check it out! 

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Christmas On Mars

This tuesday...Montalban

Wayne Coyne...frontman for Flaming Lips...just recently led a thousand people dressed up in skeleton outfits holding flaming torches, and marched the streets of Oklahoma City...and now...he has a movie with vaginas in it...

What about one of the film’s most striking images, a hallucinatory scene with animated marching vaginas?

“I guess I thought any person, any man anyway, who got to make a movie about anything he wanted would have that stuff in it! And it is a Christmas movie, so there’s all the stuff about the birth of this strange baby and I wanted there to be some strange vaginalistic anxiety — all men wonder about what birth is. Really though, I just dream these things up. It’s just a cool scene.”


On the Go

ALABAMA!!!!!!

My saturday was NCAA day...I was at the USC/Cal game...die hard drunk trojan fans screaming, eating 10 dollar hot dogs, and mediocre nachos....amazing...the game however failed to meet my expectations



Nate Longshore you blow...how many times did you fall? thats right twice



Game Time



Joe Paterno decided to come and watch...poor nittany lions

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WASTED!



Who hurt you?



At least someone enjoyed the food?



Taylor Mays...amazing game...BIG BALLZ PETE


Also, a couple of days ago i saw my wife perform...





She was glowing





sigh

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Megazord?! More like MegaBored... by Tha Rizzla

So today I went to Whole Foods to buy my favorite kind of beer (which is seasonal beer) in preparation for the big Bama/LSU game this saturday - roll tide. Pumpkin Ale and Christmas Ale. Delicious. Hail Saban. Now I must explain, I am a man of 23 years, yet I cannot grow a full beard, so I appear to be much younger, sometimes being mistaken for about 19. As you can imagine, I get carded nearly every time I purchase an alcoholic beverage. So I go to pay for my merch, and the cashier is a young male about the same age as I am. I tell you this dedicated readers, I was NOT carded. Why you ask? Simply what I like to call "The Please Think I'm Cool" syndrome. Not to say this young man is not "cool", but let's explore this phenomena. Since we appear to be about the same age, this person did not want to look like the uncool guy of the situation by being a "square" and carding me, so he let me buy as much beer as I wanted. Not that it matters much to me in this particular situation, but it seems to be a growing trend that things like doing your job correctly, speaking correctly, and other various things that we all used to take for granted are becoming "uncool". Why is it that being totally inept at something is cool? But only certain things. For example, I am socially inept, does that make me cool? No. But I suppose I am automatically already uncool because I try to speak proper english most of the time and I try to be a good employee. Anywho, this is far from being the worst case I've ever seen. This is TPTIC syndrome on probably the smallest scale. What scares me is what it can turn into. I once knew a woman of about 41, let's just call her Marion. She was so afflicted with TPTIC that she was buying booze and cigarettes for children as young as 15, and would often times try to hang out and be part of the crowd.....of 15 year olds. A 40 year old. Maybe I'm just an uncool guy that wishes he could be that cool. Maybe one day, we will all speak with the most ridiculous and hippest slang that makes no sense, we can all wear the most mismatched and ironic clothing, and perhaps be completely incompetent in our jobs, parenting, and other social responsibilities, all in the name of being cool. So it goes. 
Roll Tide
Hail Saban

an important lesson by: w.a.t.

"i think if i yell at her enough, she'll come along."
that's what i used to do with the wife. she was a sad old maid who wanted to become a famous pianist. one night she tied strings from the ceiling to her fingers. she let her hands dangle all night, hoping that it would lengthen her fingers and make her a better pianist. the next morning she woke up with a terrible pain in her finger tips. within the next ten minutes, she lost all of her feeling in both hands, never to be regained again. our marriage was even more rocky than usual after that. one night, about a year later, she locked herself in the bathroom. There she sat all night, chewing both of her hands to the bone. i found her the next morning. she had bled to death. on the wall she wrote in blood, "don't yell at girls to get them to do stuff. it's mean. oh yeah, this wasn't because of you, it's mostly because i'm bummed out about not being able to play piano any longer... love, Gumberella". that was the end of my beloved Gumberella. she was named after her father. he was the star of a children's cartoon a long time ago. i never did get to ask her what station it was on so that i could watch it. she told me her father died. she said that he was smushed and then eaten by a giant baby. she lived one sad life. maybe she's in a better place.

Thinking is Special

I find it amazing that I can act out a sequence of actions and know that no one in the whole world is doing the same thing at the same time.
For instance, I can start by saying the word porridge, then flare out my nostrils, flex my ass cheeks twice(one time with force, another time with ease), and finally lick the wall. I think it would be safe to say that no one in the whole world acted out the same actions in chronological order, at the same exact time that I acted out the actions. That makes me special.

I miss these times.........check out my short hair.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

God Bless Braydon Szafranski

He doesn't give a fuck. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Intro

Heyy errrybodayy. I'm Lorenzo, Renzo, Lawrence, L-Money, or Gangstaface. Either Or, pick your poison. I want to let you in on a little secret.............fuck up! =] Anywhoo, here's a paper so far that i'm writing for class. I couldn't think of anything interesting to blog on yet since this is my first. Next time it'll be blog-worthy I promise haha by the way sorry bobby I didn't go to your bday bashhhhhh =/. And lennard.........your are the man, son!

A place where you don’t have to worry about who you are, or boundaries that are agreed to be true. Sometimes thinking that it’s my place of bliss as if it’s where I’m supposed to be. Usually ending up on some distant reality where organic life is given human characteristics, and how it relates to the environment. I enjoy departing to this far off fantasy, and you should too. There is no right or wrong, there are no labels; only a belief that everything’s going to be ok.
During the early stages of modern art it gave artists a new take on how subject matter could be expressed. There were trials and errors, but movements began to develop that gave others to follow. Sure artists now have a form and content that did not follow the “ideal” ways of painting, but missing elements that operate the next set of movements were yet to come. In all of this, there was no sense of extreme discrimination or rebellious qualities. It is time for the modern movement to target humanity, and revolutionize society to a new experience.
Artists that had experienced WWI gave them the power to influence the public about the horrors of trench warfare. Several persons portrayed there works to lash out against the war expressing what had caused it. Especially the Dadaists. This movement (Dadaism) also rejected traditional aesthetics and was designed to offend conventional art. In all the midst moral, political, and economical crisis the Dadaists had accomplished the task of directing a new experience to insurrect human emotions. However this movement is not the aspect of what is yet to come. We are going to go above the real, and tap into our unconscious. Post WWI gave them the power to be potential “communists” that would contribute to the fear, and paranoia. The surrealists.
High school I had always been looked to as an impressive artist especially with the graffiti “crews”. The reason for this was of my intense characters that sometimes had no sense of structure or “likeness” of something. In class whenever I sketched most of the time the subject was not predetermined. As I began to sketch with fluid strokes it revealed an image that led to another image. Eventually I would have this abstract intense scene of randomness. For a few years throughout the years of High school it was the primary way for me to draw. Fellow classmates during courses would ask me “What are you drawing?”, but most of the time my reply would be “I don’t know?, but we’ll see how it comes out.”
My knowledge for Art history was non existent at the time, and I chose not to take part in curriculums that fell along the subject. Maybe it was because I was lazy, or possibility it was the fact that Urban Art had more appreciation within the school boundaries. It wasn’t until I experienced Modern Art that led me to learn how artists before me were able to harness the randomness. I began to wonder what it was that lead me to come up with these compositions. Surrealism had a way of transcending above the real, and using the unconscious as a tool. Analyzing dreams, and the unrevealed conscious was a way to liberate the imagination. I encountered a technique that the surrealists had produced which was called automatic drawing. To move freely around the paper and produce randomness, leaving everything to chance
The first piece of work that had committed me to learn more about surrealism was the Fireside Angel (1937) by Max Ernst. He portrays a vicious element in the foreground, and a horizon the background. Its organic movement and numerous flow of colors with extended hands relate to the style of mine. I have a tendency to include hands and organic roots mixed with a violent factor in numerous sketches. There is no meaning behind most of the art I produce. Because of the missing conscious from the reality we live in, the meaning the art is pure. There are no advertisements, or points of view to corrupt what is true. We have always been preconceived to believe that an apple is supposed to look like an apple. When you dig deep into the unconscious thought, and so happen to create an apple out of nowhere with no premeditation it becomes untainted. I did not draw an apple because I wanted to, it so happened to just reveal itself.
Surrealist giant Salvador Dali had a concept called the Paranoiac Critical Method. Dali states that “spontaneous method of irrational knowledge based on the critical and systematic objectivity of the associations and interpretations of delirious phenomena.” Used in some of his paintings having certain images provoke involuntary acts when looked upon. Paranoiac thought was the target for surrealist who used this method triggering the mind to not resort to rationality.
Practices of Looking pg 73. It states “The concept of the unconscious is crucial to these theories. One of the fundamental elements of psychoanalysis lies in its demonstration of the existence and mode of operation of unconscious mental processes.” This technique is commonly used throughout their psyche permitting them to tap into there suppressed fears, desires, and memories. Then understand how to help the individual coming up with several theories that could be used to treat emotional illnesses, investigate the mind, and seek a set of human behaviors.
For the last couple of months I’ve been able to harness my dreams, and consistently remember exactly what happened after I woke up. It’s 7 in the morning, I’m still in boxers with dragon breath collecting from the previous night. I open up a word document, and begin typing my dream. It’s not revised so that future thoughts or predictions won’t tamper with it. Usually writing a full page of how random our dreams can be. I want to come to the understanding of how Andre Breton, Sigmund Freud, and Dali had viewed there approach to our unconscious. These dreams I record is just a guideline for me to follow. I just need to understand them, and give the public a look into my reality.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Action Packed



Jonathan Richman. I don't know how i didn't find out about his music a lot sooner than i did. Nonetheless, he is amazing and always puts a smile on my face. He is playing the El Rey theatre on December 3rd. I'll be there, floating on a magic carpet of happiness. Listed above is a pic of him in his earlier days, and a newspaper entry he wrote. 


Sunday, November 2, 2008

Im Asian

I decided to skate home...and then realized i was way too hungover and almost ate shit twice along the way...so i waited at the the bus stop. I figured a dollar 25 would do no harm...I skate up to the bus stop to find two benches filled...from the left to right...an asian dude with a bag of rice and groceries (note that the bag of rice weighs 10 lbs)...one white dude...2 white ladies in scrubs...one white dude...black young couple talking about sex(eavesdropping isnt hard when your loud) and another white dude on the far end. I stayed on the far end riding in circles on my board. After about 15 minutes...the asian dude picks up his groceries and bag of rice and walks all the way to me...taps me on the shoulder and asks me if this is where the 105 stops...i kindly replied...yes it does. He walks back holding his bag of rice and groceries and sits back down in his seat. 10 minutes later he gets back up carrying his groceries and rice and asks me...am i sure? and have i ever used the bus before at this exact stop...i kindly replied...yes and yes i have used this stop before...he sits back down with his stuff...really?! i knew this dude only asked me because we were both filipino...the fact that he couldnt asked any of the...i dont know 10 people sitting right next to him bothered the shit out of me...finally the bus came...and guess where he sits?! thats right...next to me...eventhough there were plenty of open seats...i should of sharted my pants...maybe the smell would of changed his mind about sitting next to me

oh well...i went home i saw this...enjoy



step it up james...1-2 is shitttty

Saturday, November 1, 2008

The world is a beautiful place. Weird, but beautiful. Friends.... meet Maria Cross, she/he (I'll let you guess what sex) seems to have accumulated a large following. I find this scary, and mind-boggling, but as a reasonably open-minded person, trying my best to understand and respect. Fascinating. Wait till you get to about 2:03.

HALLOWEEN DOWNTOWN



HALLOWEEN KISSED THE BOTTOM OF MY NINJA SHOES

First of all...I want to clear up a few things before I get started...stupid people annoy the shit out of me...WHEN YOURE CAUGHT RED HANDED...do not...i mean do not try and weasel youre way out...it makes you...

1. a pussy

2. a coward

3. and a fuck up

This is what happenned...my friend loses her wallet...some random girl ends up claiming it after hearing it was lost...so after talking to a friend running the whole thing...i found out a bodyguard (he fucked up too) handed the wallet to a girl that said it was it belonged to her. I went straight to that girl with the bodyguard and she STRAIGHT UP denied it. The bodyguard said...I gave it to you...she still denied it! The bodyguard took a step forward and the look on that hags face was priceless...She looked at me and asked me what color is it?! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA...she was serious...i told her to shut up and pull it out...yep she had it...after i got it...i wanted to kick her face...the exact feeling was...

FRIDAY AFTER NEXT...when pinky and his chauffeur hit a fake santa...lets relive

Pinky: goddammit C.W.! What did you hit!? Didn't I tell you if you hit somethin else I was gonna fire you

C.W.: Nope. I dont remember that part Pinky

Pinky: After you hit that retarded boy with the fucked up walk...aaaaarrrrrgh!

Pinky: Get yo ass back in the car...aaaaaarrrrrgh!

The other thing i need to clear up...i got asked to calm down...multiple times...4 times....LICK BALLS...my costume made it personal to walk up to whoever was wearing a...ninja? samurai? megaman costume? tap them on the shoulder and fuckin battle!

Heres the shitshow....



This dude was eyeing kenneth the whole night



Rehab



Zissou getting handled by dinosaur



Lightning Kick...Press K rapidly



black ken vs. Latino Ryu



victory



Ric Flair...weak



bday boy...shithowwwwsed



Get some...talbot?...this picture troubles me



prop 8



all getting pregnant



Bobby grabs a flyer and says to me...quote slammered(wasted!) dude...this is...me



favs



ultimate tuna



Winter Ball 98'


Fuck yeah...shit is golden




calm down? who says that



team razzle



simple bruce?



Mila is Pissed!



T.A.W.S.

oh yeah...best costume went to...







Probably the greatest thing ever...next to 2 girls 1 cup

PACO