My minor touch on the political activity....

...as it applies here in Big Bear.
Firstly, i just wanted to state that last semester, yes, only a mere 8 months ago, i paid 88 dollars to take 8 units at my local community college. Math majors, that's 11 bones a unit. Now, after some lame ass bill signed by our muscular governor, i am to pay 26 dollars a unit. I feel a bit unsettled about this, especially when i didn't see any improvements or additions to the already existing classes available. Fuck that shit.
Secondly, in order to make a class run, in these parts, there must be at least 15 people enrolled. So as you can imagine, in a small, mountainous, hillybill-ville, there is trouble meeting quotas. Therefore, what is the solution? Recruit the highschoolers! So yes, my theatre and psych class is filled with young 9-12th graders, who were just released from 7 hrs of school just a few hours before another 3 hour class. I only bring this up because you can imagine the impact that this has on how the class runs. So yes folks, i'm in high school again. (i survive by repeating...a means to an end, a means to an end).
Thirdly, my theatre professor tends to state his personal beliefs in class, a little too much for my taste. I felt strangely offended when he began discussing Mel Gibson's talents and ideology. And i don't take offense very easily. Then, he continued with showering praise upon Robin Williams, his proposed "favorite actor". Now, i personally found Mork and Mindy to be the biz-omb. And I even (and i'm a bit embarrassed to admit such a thing) found Mrs. Doubtfire somewhat interesting. For me, drag comedy is ALWAYS funny. But What Dreams May Come..One Hour Photo? Patch Adams? Bicentenniel Man? My god, is this guy serious?---on a side note, i did like that movie where he was homeless. (a funny side story, is that once when i was helping dodes move into his apartment in SF, i began speaking with this guy going through his trash. He told me that the other day, Robin Williams was walking around San Francisco interviewing the homeless as research on a movie he's doing where he plays without a home. I wondered, as he spoke, "should i believe this homeless man digging through the trash?" After he presented his claim, i decided, "yes, he sounds truthful."

Lastly, i got a little smokey last night and couldn't really concentrate on changing the channel, so i watched the entire hour broadcast of the nightly news. In the manor of M. Moore's allusions in 911, i felt very scared. The music was frightening, i was marijuana-ed, they had a story on how there is a rise in cars crashing into houses, a side story on west nile, they showed some clips of revolts in iraq...a child of the age of 3 holding an automatic weapon, everybody
in scary gowny clothes and militant wear. It appeared like they've never even seen an Old Navy. Yes, i was scared. I kept hearing noises outside, it made me deem it an impossibility that i would leave my house that night. No way, not with all that going on outside of my house. Instead, i'll stay on my couch and cower behind my television news report...and drink beer. Thus, that's what i did.

dollop, the terror equestrian

a lite steals an animal streak
down the rosey ashy bottle brashy soft porn street
in to fight like a pony in a pool
there's a pony in the pool, there's a pony in the pool
can't cough, can't hunt, there's nothing helping in the trunk
so when the lamps go low
and with the radio slow
JD must have hidden because someone's being sloppy

I just noticed that.....

some people have friends. And those friends have friends. I'm not sure where my friends are. Perhaps they are in my head. In my deep, dark hungry head.

METROID WAS A LADY, BOY!!!!!!

i miss my nintendo. i wanna get drunk with you and play Dr. Mario. I want to remind you where the magical lake lies, the one who fills all your hearts back to its potential. I want to make my magic indian do his fancy round the ring tricks. I want to drop my the lettuce onto the dancing pickles and spray salt into your eyes. I wish i could eat all the snakeys and make the bell ring. If only the games i used to play were still a game to play. If only i had the magic mushrooms to bring you back to life, if only i held the magic whistle. You were a dreamsake, a bout of imagination. You were the bodycount at the end of our two part series. It was always best when we'd play simultaneously. There were never enough games like those, were there?

Top Twenty Stupid Moments--(A Work in Progress)

the time I let a homeless crackhead in my room then later drove him to buy some more in ghetto berkeley (at least i didn't sleep with him)
the time I filled my mouth with lighter fluid and spit it on a lit match
the time I took 2 hits of acid at a rave that looked like a dirt storm war scene
the time I raised my hand in 50 birge and compared the Fairie Queen to Final Fantasy VII
the time I burned my sturdiest bridge
the three times I cried while watching I Am Sam (counts as 1)
the time I attempted to drive home after a very very bad night
the time I sped my bike down my street with my purse dangling from the handlebar
the time I threw a sock on the light fixture in my old house
the time I went into that room at that random halloween party
the time I reversed and popped my tire on the truck loading lift
the time I drunkenly admitted my lowest moments to my father
the time I soberly admitted my feelings ever so unsuccessfully

Suggestions made by Motorola
*the time i fell off of my 8 foot lofted bed
*the time i was made to drink charcoal

feel free to help me complete my list........i need more time to think

A Bear

in the front yard.

It's August First, and......

i thought i'd access my bloggy entries for the past month and see what, if anything I accomplished this month. My healthy eating and exercise began to go on a decline when i stopped chronicling. I believe this may have been because i wasn't keeping a conscious effort to detail my intake and outtake. As for placing $900 in my savings account, i don't really know how i was expecting to do that when i had a backlog of bills to catch up with, and a payment to the school to make. I was excited to send my first $400 to the grouchy regents who hold my degree as a Shwartzeneigger signatured hostage. $1900 to go.......
I have recorded 2 of my songs, but that isn't really finishing it since I only have a 4-track and they are filled. I'll have to turn it into one track and refeed it back in, so i can add the drums. Only my drums sound like shit and it angers me. I think i'll spend my extra spending money of next month on a new set of cymbals. Nothing too fancy nor shitty, for less than $200, guitar center offers this prepack of 20" ride, 16" crash, hi hats, and a bonus splash. And when i went into the soundproof cymbal room, and banged on every single one, and i found I preferred Zildjian over Sabian. I think those little splashes are the cutest things, for if you put two of them together, they'd resemble the baby spaceships from Batteries Not Included. But i don't really know what i'm talking about, as someone might someday tell.

I also did not fix my mother's sewing machine. (Which I broke, by the way). So what did i really accomplish....well, reading two books.....The Haints, and The Twentieth Century-A people's history, becoming a little more healthy and washing my car, which was the most disgusting its ever been. (I parked under this tree that dropped these weird pod/berry things that got everywhere, and all the sap stains on my hood and windshield were scrubbed away. )And, I purchased a Shure dynamic Mic and stand..... Alright, so other than that......well, little. My goals for next month include:

*Riding the Cyclerro to and from work everyday. (Brilliantly stolen from my blog Twin, it sounds like it could be fun, especially since there's this convenient little bike path by the lake. It would also guarantee an hour of aerobic exercise 5 days a week. )

*Limiting my smokes to 4 a day....thus cutting to a pack a week (kind of).

*I am currently undergoing a bet with my sister. The background: we watched The Amish Life, or whatever its called, and she was rambling something about being a Vegan like that girl on the show. I told her she could never do it....nope, not possible. Why would she even want to try? But no, she claimed she could. So i bet her that I, yes I, the lover of cheese, burgers, and ice cream....would even be able to do it longer than she could. The bet was made. I know that i will win for the following reasons. 1. I make strong on my bets and 2. I at least have money to go to the store and buy some nuts and berries and soy milk, when our refrigerator runs out of fruit and cereal. I play wicked..... We are starting our little experiment on Monday. I'll keep a post of what its like to be a squirrel. [1998 Flashback---Sherin and I had the same bet back in the Cloyne days, and I won after 4 hours when Sherin broke down after smoking from the Chancellor and made herself a pesto quesadilla.]

*Save $800 for the Regents on Sept 1st.

*Buy cymbals

*Re-ask Yea-ming if she would be so kind as to maybe want to sing a song of mine....really a song of Shakespeare's, since they are all ophelia quotes in arrangement.....

*Paint my father a portrait for his birthday on August 11th.

*Fix sewing machine (optional)