Is it a crime to prefer the moon?

I can proclaim myself with many titles, it's only natural. I can be titled as brown, a chic geek, American, TV Junkie, 311 lover, I mean the titles can continue to infinity. My concern though, is that I proclaim myself as a night owl but why is this such a bad thing?

I majored in English at college but ever since I left, my head has more images of reruns on TV instead of paragraphs from novels. I keep trying to find a book to "bring me back" but what the fuck does that even mean?

On my days off or on days when I don't have to work until the night shift, I watch TV and sleep. That's it. I don't think it's truly by choice but mainly because I'm lonely. I don't have someone who is willing to go places at times when the world is actually awake and not when the world is actually sleeping.

I work two jobs and maybe it's to help me financially but for what? To buy things I do not need? To feel like I have a purpose with a paycheck?

I just keep hoping that one night at 3AM (or in this blog entry's case, 6:30AM) I can hear either the sounds of silence or that of someone who can be my company instead of the moon.

All hail the Lizard King

When I was in high school, barely 16, I became slightly obsessed with The Doors and especially Jim Morrison. I wrote my first paper on his life and gave a speech in front of my American History class about music of the 1960s as I dressed in (faux) leather pants and a white peasant blouse like the man himself. I researched Rolling stones and read "No one here gets out alive" like my life depended on it. You know how people would get lost in the music and actually go to a record store to buy a new album? That's what I did. Walking into a Virgin Megastore and buying the greatest hits and falling in love with nearly every track.

A few years later, barely in my first year of college, I took a trip to New York City and went to Greenwich Village for the first time. I bought The Doors' Absolutely Live album and have kept it for over 6 years just protected and have yet to play it on an actual record player until I can find the time to truly listen. The years before I turned 20, I was lost in music, absorbing everything like a sponge and working on my poetry and stories with a fierce agenda.

I sometimes get this thought in my idea that Morrison's death was a true conspiracy as the only witness to his death was his jaded girlfriend and a so-called French Doctor who was friends with her. I wanted to buy the "Forever 27" poster just to show that sometimes the best in show cant go past that number and Morrison himself said he would be number 3. Usually the post poetic and profound are also the most psychic with their own deaths.

Watching the documentary "When you're strange" tonight, brought me back to those days of actually feeling something about music and having this little political bug in me that seemed to have just jumped off once Freshman year ended.

So to Mr. Morrison I say this, thank you for making this little chick so enlightened at such an age and hopefully your work brings me back to that place.

A 1/4 of a Century

So I spent my 25th birthday with some great friends at my favorite place in the 954, The Pub! My birthday fell on a Wednesday this year so there wasn't so much craziness going on. One of the funniest moments was right in the beginning of the night. We got the giant King's table so everyone could sit comfortably. About 10 minutes sitting, a big group of people came in with a large bunch of birthday balloons and were eying our table but the hostess shook her head since it was already taken by us. They ended up sitting outside on the stools so ha, long live this birthday Queen!
It is amazing how quickly time has flown by but I know there is so much better things to come for me in the future. I am too awesome to be in the same rut and I am determined to make some drastic changes. Im not talking dying my hair blond or taking up salsa lessons, but more like career wise finding something different and fulfilling. If I could have a job to travel the world and photograph food I would, but this day and age, unless you know someone in the business, how can you possibly do such a thing?

Either way, it was a fun night. Thanks to my great friends for keeping me laughing all night long!

My Tweet of the day

Sometimes it better to be alone with your thoughts then to feel like you aren't even being heard.

Hey Mr. DJ keep playing that song for me!

While leaving Macy*s today, I saw a car with advertising on the back. I had to look twice, but it's still a pretty awesome DJ name :)

Have you seen my Stapler?

That and the TPS reports should be turned in by Saturday MMMMM K? Thanks!


I love the movie "Office Space" and my wonderful stapler at work died last week so I was lucky enough to order this beautiful red one to replace it. RIP other Swingline.

Sleep, where art thou?

There are so many elements of daily life activities that humans have full control over, I wonder why I can't control sleep?

It may have to do with the obvious facts such as blogging at 3:20AM, but in all honesty, it's as if there is this piece missing within me that prevents me from sleeping through the night without anxiety or ADD.

I've made the much dreaded appointment with an ENT to see if maybe I suffer from sleep apnea because of my nose. I'd like to have a normal sleep schedule which I never really had in my life.

Even as a kid with a bedtime, I used to stay up and think these crazy stories. I remember when we lived in Carol City, a fairly scary and ghetto place, that I couldn't sleep and would hear cars speeding by or people fighting all the time.

Even now, while we live in a fairly quiet place, it's as if my brain is on overdrive from any sound or strange feeling.

I joke to myself that maybe I am on Pacific time, but in all fairness and wishes, I just want to be tired by midnight.