::[Artists & Who Not]:: Dali, Miyazaki, Amedeo Pace, Syd Barret, Amon Tobin
::[Actors]:: John Cusack, Winona Ryder, Gregory Peck, Franka Potente
::[En Particular]:: My love, My Melody, Moonstones, Domo-Kun, All things Japanese, Oscar Peterson, Vintage crap, Records, Cigarettes, The moon, Pizza Rolls, Sakuras, Springtime in Kintai, Transcendence
[::..If I could I would..::]
Fly, model model t fords (import style), move to random places with no abandon.
Short term memory (if there is such a thing) is composed of 5 units, plus or minus two. Hence, to make a funny, lists have to be 4 or less, preferably 3. Any more would allow previous information to be displaced, taking away from the humor.
:: Thursday, October 02, 2003 ::
Go Go Mighty Tritons
Classes are actually pretty rad so far. I love Japanese... both the teacher and TA are dope as hell. Intermediate dance is already royally kicking me in the keister. Everyone in that class seems to have already established themselves in terms of technique in some genre or another, and here I am Miss "I just decided that dance is my calling and haven't been training since the age of 7". But there is a silver lining: my current dance teacher started dancing around my age and is now in Jean Isaac's dance company, so that's somewhat inspiring (especially considering that I would LOVE to dance for Jean).
Here's a lil kvetch: What's up with you slow kids on Library Walk? Do you have no place to go? Are you there just to look pretty and do runway? Cuz seriously people, I'm on a mission here... I actually have class, and usually have to walk the length of campus just to get there, so MOOOOve you frickin cattle...
Coming home the other night was a journey... I’m goin home from Mira Mesa and as I’m gettin onto 8 east from 805 there's a sign that says 8e is closed at Fletcher Parkway. I’m like okay whatever the detour isn't that bad, because it took just an additional minute. But then, unbeknownst to me.... the 8 is closed off at 2nd street and I’m thinkin, ok it can't be all that bad BUT that detour was a JOURNEY! I didn't know where I was, taking back streets in El Cajon. The detour signs were pretty sparse and at this one particular intersection, there was none. So assuming no sign means no turn, I go straight but no no, that's not right, I was supposed to take a left at that intersection, so I have to turn around from Deliverance county. Finally I find the 8, but like starting a few exits from my house rolls in this crazy fog. Well, that's about it, but I felt as if I was on a quest. Okay another non-climactic story.