On January and February 2009

Well, it's been a nie long while since I've taken any decent documentation of my life, or have written my rants and responses to muhc of anything. I think I posted on about R. Rodriguez, and just yesterday there was a letter to Kevin Smith, but nothing that will really remind me of what these past few months have been like. I have a few small things written on LJ, but nothing really major or interesting. Well a few things have happened, but I'm not at liberty to post it here, but that will be taken care of being written somewhere, but not on the internet. It was awkward to begin with and it's in my best interest to not have it wherever on the internet. I mean, I can reveal any of my own secrets, but other people's business to a degree, but we'll get to that when we get to February.

January.

2009 started up in Reston, VA, like most of my years. I just hung out with Dorien and we watched Burn After Reading, which I had purchased not too long prior to ringing in the New Year. That was an interesting movie, over all I liked it, but I'm not entirely sure why. I know I didn't do much for the beginning of January. Early in January I rocked out to Sin City a whole bunch. Seriously. I friggin' love that movie so it was a great way to break off 2009. I reember spending most of my time on my own, but that's the case when I'm back home.

January was when I'd run out of Vicodin and was in pretty extreme amounts of pain. That pain is from Hippastrum something, a bacteria that gets into your pores. It like a warm damp environment, such as the groin and the arm pit. I have it in both locations, I guess I'll thre beause it's under both arms. I mostly talk about ht eones under my arms, but that's because it's that muhc less awkways, and I highly doubt people want ot know about my fucked up twat. I mean, it's like a fucking asteroid down there, craters and shit. It's fucking gross. Yeah, this is my journal for my shit. If you don't like it then you can suck it. I haven't spoken about it because the ones on my arms do enouhg to slow a conversation that I don't need to talk about my groin, even if those are the ones that are the most bothersome at the moment. But back to january, I decided to use my Twitter to remind me a bit about what has gone on. This section of the rant was inspired by my comments on the effects of Tylenol Pm and my being in pain. I've been in almost constant pain for the past 8 months, and thankfully that will be coming to an end soon, but that will be spoken about at length in February. I'll add this last point, healing sucks, I'm itchy as all fuck.

So, January. I lived on the couch and colored two pictures and a comic. One is about Icarus and Leopold and I titled it 'Pink Lemonade' because of the background and boarder colors. I was mostly messing around, but I do like the over all and I really like the composition. I wish Icky was more in character, but I like the picture none the less. The second was one of Alexis, Daisuke and Aryan. A similar composition for all three, but keeping the colors was clashing was so friggin' irritating. Eahc character has their own scheme, then their background couldn't be too similar to eachother's back grounds, but couln't clash with their personal color schemes, and I didn't want the colors to be too similar. This one the characters are muhc mor ein character, even is Alexis isn't wearing her normal traveling garb, it still work quite nicely. And her abs are dead sexy here. I also finally finished the Christmas gift comic I drew for Za, CR and Sean, I just never made them their prints, but they have each seen the comic, which is well enough.

That is how I spent most of early January. I also started my big Movie List of 2009 and the less dramatic Big Book List of 2009. As of this writing I've watched 31 movies, probably about 26 different flicks. That's been prettty sweet. It's just that it seems to me that all I do is watch movies, so I might as well know what I spent my year watching. It'll also be an interesting wat to keep track of my varying interests, and at the end of the year to see what has influenced changes in my movie viewing pleasure. In Jnuary I was highly taken by Sin City. That started a Robert Rodriguez kick so I finally bought El Mariachi, his first movie and loved it to pieces and had to buy more of his movies. I know own many of the movies he's directed. But back to January. When I wasn't watching movies, I was watching House. Seriously, all I did over break was watch USA and the Food Network with a little bit of other in between. And some B:TAS, one seasn left to watch, I was thinking about over Spring Break, I dunno.

I'm supposed to hang out with the Ficus before leaving Nrofolk to drive back here and not see him unti some undetermined time, which has ended up being next weekend. Woot woot. But he decided to eat at the Wendy's back home. I schooled him, told him it was built on sketch and disease, because that Wendy's was, is. The end of my Winter Break wasn't that climatic, but I did spend my last days relaxing, which is pretty awesome.

I make my way back to campus and spend more time that I'd like alone. I have been and I think that plus my English class has started this littlemountian of writing and inspiration to write. I just haven't given into it until now.

My first day of classes isn't terrible and neither is my second day. I decided to roll all my spare change which is sweet becase it adds up to $40, so I have some extra spending change and extra money is always awesome. I hit up the Phoenix movie theater, the one by the Naval Base and watch Valkyrie. That was an interesting movie, and I was sad when they failed to kill Hitler. The characters were so fucking earnest. that made them likable and adorable. They were so honest in their desire to dethrone Hitler in a coup that when they fail I forgot that historically Hitler committed suicide. That made me think and maybe write a little. Somewhere.

My first week was ineventful. The second week things kick off early with my laptop catching some bitch of a virus. That was hell, and I slowly learn that Logic and Philosophy was a stupid class choice. Hmm, actually, remember time better, my computer got the virus on thef irst Tuesday of the semester which I was rolling my money so going out also doubled as something to do until I got it back two days later. Thankfully, his hard drive was intact from that little circle of hell.

I spend January going to classes and at some point I loose the Club election of President. Over winter Break Jason realised that being a captain and president was a ahll of a position to be in and resigned form being President. Glenn was elected into his position and I was elected to be Vice President, and have spent most of my club time for the past few weeks shadowing whatever Glenn's needed to do for the Club and taking care of things that he has hasn't been able to make for some reason or another.

Nothing really special happens for the rest of January, I don't think. Twitter for the verification. Ahh, I remember this now. I started smoking a little the night I went to see Vaklyrie. Part of it was I missed how relaxful break was and the few cigs I had with the Ficus, so I bought a pack I still have like half of it because it's usually too goddam cold out there to stand around for ten minutes smoking. I like my hands thank you very much.

Around the end of January a few upper classmen started chatting with me up in Borjo because I was reading Brenner's book and they're logic majors or some bull shit. They are interesting to chat with. A few really sweet OSTs came into my possession at thi time. That was pretty awesome. Sin City, Darjeeling Limited, No Reservations. All three have their own bit of special and sex.

I lost Onyx on Inauguration Day, and haven't found him since and hope I find him by the end of the semester when I'm moving out.

BEfore January was over I saw Defiance with Glenn and Dan F. that was interesting, but Glenn was his usually distracting self, but the experience wouldn't be the same if he hasn't been like that. I accept it, but will still totaly hit him at the time for it.

There was a litt bit of internet drama that I successfully broke up. That was cool. I got back into the Pan RPG. That's where the drama was. Well, that and the club drama.

Ooh, my weekend with no caffeine was back in January. Bad weekend. that's when my parking permit disappeared and I almost got hit by a car.

February.

So I've written about the car incident a few times, but don't feel like going into it anymore, it was a bitch. The first weel of February was a little slow. I made my first maradaide from scratch this weekend, and watched Zack and Miri which started me on Kevin Smith. Nothing realy big happened. More movies and soundtracks.

I got my phone replaced. The last was was bieng a glitchy shit, and Miguel still had him instinct, so he mailed that to me. Freak'in awesome.

Hmm, Feb 13 I hang out with ian and Nicole and we spend the evnign getting drunk. Well, Nicle is more drunk than Ian or myself, and I'm way more drunk than Ian is, but I remember the big things. We played a few drinking games and watched futurama and Grandma's Boy. There was pletny of stupid conversation to go around. We decide to all go to bed at 5 and all pretty much stay up until about 7. I don't sleep except for in hour incriments so I give up and read until the other two wake up then I sober up and we all chat. I drive out to the wal-mart down Little Creek to buy some gatorade because on the 15th I drive out to UVa for a tournament.

The Tournament was Diana's first and she killed in her poor snad placed 13 out of 16 from the pools It was awesome. Mackenzie had a slow morning but owned her second poor and attacked on to victory in her first DE where she was last seed and beat the top seed. Casey had a bad morning all morning. That drive was a bitch but I made it. God, I'm ready to go to bed, so sometime after sleeping I'll wrap up February in a different journal and my not too interesting little tale will some it its pretty dull end.

Jasmine P.

Saturday

So, yesterday Za and I left campus so I could get my car inspected at this place that Glenn suggested and that's how we decided on an excuse for an adventure and lunch, then during lunch we decided to make this a monthly thing. But let's travel to yesterday morning.

She comes over and I make us breakfast because...I wanted bacon and I figured I could get rid of those last few eggs I had since they were really just going to sit there until I had another chance to cook them for someone else. Seriously. So we watch Psych then roll out onto Portsmouth and realize that the shop is closed on Saturdays. When backing out of the parking lot, I break my bumper by hitting a piece of scrap metal but it looks like the only thing that needs to be replaced is the bumper which makes things that much better, even thought they really aren't. So we're both a bit shaken up, Za more then myself, and we decide to explore down 64. We drive out to Pembroke Town Center then decide to more or less never go out there because it's too expensive to buy anything.

We're both hungry...again...and we're both jonesing for salad and decide to hit up the Unos on Military, so we get there and after driving through the parking lot a bit to actually get to the restaurant we have the best experience there, overall. Two dirty spoons were not enough to mar our day. We chat about our usual bull and wabout what had happened that day so far. But the experience at the restaurant has more or less made me forget about the bumper, thant and I think my escapist habits of not thinking about things that are bad so I can regain control of a situation and myself.

The experience is so nice because the restaurant is on the empty, it's between the lunch and dinner rush so it would be. I assume out waitress had just starter her shift so she's in moderately high spirits and we're polite, we've no reason not to be. But the thing is everyone's nice. A manager opens the door for us then when we're on our way out every employee tells us to have a good evening and another waiter holds the door open on our way out. We were floored, this was seriously my best experience at an Unos, and I've been to a few, though they were usually the same restaurant over and over again.

On the way back, still riding the good vibes we decide to go to the Naro rental and pick up Ghostbusters 1&2. On the way I start singing, partially to Za, mostly because it's fun. Driving down Hampton I'm making parodies of what we're listening to, and Za's amusement only encouraged me. One of them was to Junior Senior's Move Your Feet because I was in no mood to sit in traffic. So I was talking about wanting to speed, but it was silly, and she kept laughing so I made up one about Paula Deen killing everyone with butter.

Back in the apartment we watch Ghostbusters before CR calls inviting us over to watch The Sword in the Stone and Teeth. Teeth is fucking amazing, it's about this pure virginal girl who was born with vagina dentata, teeth in her vagina. But the problem is I'm in a goofy mood and none of us are taking anything seriously so we're making fun of this movie. The crabs were the best part. Mario Kart Wii is our next activity followed by my general makng fun of the staples of video games, then we're spicifically talking about Zelda.

Saturday started off slow, but ended up being awesome! And I'm making dinner tonight, so I need to get to the store and buy me some chicken soon...

Jasmine P.

Thanksgiving Break Review

[I don't think I posted this before, but I did write it over the break...then I never felt like actually concluding it, but que sera sera.]

Bronx, New York

Thanksgiving 2007

The date is November 21^st, and I’ve been up for a few hours shy of 24 hours. I woke up at 7 yesterday, Tuesday morning at 7 for a math test, took the friggin thing, then headed over to Wesley House and chilled there for the rest of the morning and for lunch. I kind of dozed, but I’d decided to attempt napping downstairs so every time the door opened my half assed rest was disturbed.

The food there wasn’t the best, but ehh, it worked. I hadn’t eaten anything else and it was free. You can’t knock free that often. Hmm, Glenn showed up and I told him where the CD was and we chatted for a bit. I’m supposed to hold off on the creation of the Relay for Life team until after the officer’s meeting which I assume, will be Sunday or so. I dunno.

Before leaving Wesley Lizabeth called and vented. She was all sorts of angry, even threatening me. I wasn’t afraid and I let her words just roll off me and told her to relax and calm down. Her roommate has just been being a bitch about everything and Lizabeth is getting tired of it. I left Wesley and went to Whitehurst to get my things packed to go. On the way I ran into Emily and she told me CR was feeling under the weather. It’s probably compounded fatigue because he barely sleeps and has been super busy with play practice for the past month. He should be fine after the holiday. Well, I hope he is.

Anthony and Billy picked my up from Whitehurst and we rolled out. The drive went by quick enough until we got to NoVA because we ran into traffic up there. Woohoo! [/sarcasm] I dozed for a bit, maybe about an hour before we stopped in Fredericksburg. We stopped once because Billy needed to use the bathroom, but stretching our legs was nice. We dropped him off out in Manassas, then Anthony dropped me off at my place in Reston before he went on about his merry way home.

I picked up the car keys and grabbed a few things while I was out. I grabbed “Shawshank Redemption”, another book of short stories, and some goodies from Trader Joe’s. Picked up dinner and then returned to the house and chilled. I got my clothes washed and took care of some things before chatting once more with CR and Lizabeth.

This time when I spoke with CR he told he how he was, but the problem was both our cell phones were in sucky reception so we could barely hear one another. Lizabeth called and apologized. I told her it was alright, she was mad and needed to vent. Her roommate was giving her hell and she’s just so passive that she hasn’t taken up anything with the bitch.

I stayed up all night and we left Reston at about 2 this morning. I was awake for about an hour before trying to sleep. I slept between about 3.30 and 5.30 I think when we stopped at a rest stop. Migs and Dor were tired so they napped kind of. I was actually wide awake and after going to the bathroom I stretched out and did a few lunges which helped. My wrist has been popping and I think I can feel my muscle forming and etting stronger. This reminded me I need to work my left arm too. I did a few off side lunges like Bal and Ed suggested and general stretching and some advancing. I didn’t do any blade work because…ehh, I didn’t feel like getting my sword out.

We rolled out and I was wide awake for the most part. I fell asleep once we were in New York and woke up when we got to Gramma’s place. Some crazy, half deaf old lady confused the shit out of me and Dorien. Gramma figured she was trying to tell us to reorient the car. We thought she was telling us to move the car for the street sweeper. In any event, we got here about 7.30 or so and I tried to find a working wireless network and they’re all fucked. They won’t work for me, so I’m writing this here and I’ll post it in blogger when I get home. I’ll just make one long post of it.

So yeah, I’ve been up for a broken 25 hours, maybe abut 20 some hours, those last 5 hours were very broken up so I’ll probably be mean and want sleep tonight.

Thursday Nov 22, 07

We did jack shit all day before sitting down to a full dinner of turkey, candied yams, potato salad, macaroni and cheese, stuffing, gravy, rice, rice and peas, potato stuffing, ahh, what else...more food?

I went out for a walk, in the big scheme of things, it was a short walk, but it did get me out of the house.

After dinner we watched Live Free or Die Hard. Good movie, and straight up goofy. Yesterday was very relaxed. It was also the smallest thankgiving table this family has ever witnessed. I mean, for one, we all ate at the same time. There were ten of us, but seating for 8. I can remember back in the day having to have 2 rounds of service because there were just that many people trying to sit down for food. Things also weren’t as nice because Mom wasn’t there. It wasn’t something I dwelled on, but I did notice how things were different, a different overall feeling to everything.

I spent some time calling around and chatting with people. I spoke with Lizabeth, Glenn and Allison on Thanksgiving. I sent out a few text messages and left a few messages with people. Nothing special, aside form making Sunday night dinner plans. Invites and such will have to be issued on Sunday so…

Friday, Nov 23, 2007

Today we went downtown, into the city. We went to Manhattan Mall, but some funny shit happened before we got there.

We hopped the 2 train from Allerton all the way down to 34^th and 7^th. We were across the street from the Macy’s. So, whilst waiting for our cousins Nikki and Eboni to get to us Dorien got shitted on [for the 5^th time ever] by a pigeon. He was pissed, but it did miss his new coat and only landed on his sweatshirt. It made me laugh because this has happened a whole bunch for times. I swear, this boy should be the luckiest bastard in the world for all the times the birds have shat on him.

So, after getting him a new sweatshirt from Conway the boys reminded me of a funny story from when I was a kid. So, way back when, when I was about 4 or 5 my father had taken us into a large, department store sized Conway my brother were supposed to be watching me because that’s what the rules were for when we went out with mom. I’ve always had a penchant for wandering away, or for looking at or focusing on something of interest. So, instead of holding my hand like they were supposed to do, dories kind of didn’t quite pay attention to me and I wandered away to look at come Barney hair things then when I went back to where Dorien had been he wasn’t there and I tried walking around the store looking for my Dad, or Titi or Abuela or my brothers so I wandered outside the store thinking they had left and I guess I started crying and a police officer found me. Apparently, Miguel thought to go outside to find me and he found me with the cop. My Abuela and Titi were sooo mad at Dad, my mom was pissed at Dad and my Abuela and Titi were just plain grateful that I was safe.

So back to today, we walk past the Macy’s and there is the line to PETA picketers. I swear, it was the funniest shit ever. They had pictures of skinned animals saying they need their fur more than we do and other stupid shit. I don’t wear fur to begin with, by my goofy cousin was tripping because her jacket had fake-fur around the hood, but it was obviously fake.

After that we got to Manhattan Mall after waling down Broadway for a bit. Migs bought a couple of hats from Lids and then we ate a late lunch at the food court. After kicking it in the mall for a bit longer we looked around Brookstone for a bit before hitting the street again. Dorien picked up a name poster thing for Lindsey and I was finally able to buy another box cap. This one’s all green, now, all I need is the blue camouflage one and I’ll be set. We walked out to Lane Bryant, which was coincidentally across the street from the Empire State Building. We took some dorky photos [to be facebooked] before going out separate ways.

When we were getting on the express 2 back to Allerton the friggin’ door damn near broke my wrist. The car was crowded as all fucking hell and Miguel wasn’t quite far enough in for me to get in. So I had my hand inside the car trying to stop the door from closing on it then I had to shove my way in to keep from being left Downtown. The train car was crowded for like..78% of the trip [yeah, arbitrary numbers]. Friggin hell! We stopped by the bank to get some monies for Yonkers. I’ve got a fair bit to gamble away. Money situation to be update either late tonight or tomorrow.

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Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.