this is halloween

everybody make a scene!

or at the very least watch taylor make one. it will brighten your day.

addicted

coffee and condensed milk.

try it.

now.

a kind of magic

tonight i went to a screening for brushfire records' new dvd coming out, entitled "jack johnson en concert".

so the movie ends. the credits roll. and then...

i see MY NAME in the credits!

a gasp might have happened. perhaps accompanied by a finger-point.
but i'm okay with that type of surprise : ]
haha you can find me under "brushfire intern".

that's the main project they were working on while i was there, and it was nice of them to acknowledge that even the interns help out where they can.

watch it. there's some interesting behind-the-scenes stuff in addition to his performances.
interviews, exploring europe, dancing, crazy weather conditions.
even surfing makes an appearance. he would.

flavor of the weak

next on my agenda (after catching up on sleep):

visit syrup desserts.

because a sweet grilled cheese sounds delicious.

this one has blackberries, walnuts, and muenster cheese on raisin-walnut bread.
mmm.

thanks l.a. and o.c. foodventures for that one.

always happens like that

grass is greener? human nature.

the waiting

i've heard of freeways getting blocked for accidents, but never experienced it myself.
last night/this morning we got stuck for maybe forty minutes.

we mostly people-watched. always a go-to option.
quite the crowd, those 2am-ers. the majority of which were young people that had probably been partying.

a few just turned off their cars.
a cop yelled over a speaker.
we counted people from five different cars smoking weed.
...that's a lot that just have it in their back pockets in such a small vicinity! just in our eyesight.
one group started to dance on top of their truck.
others chatted with their neighbors.
a lot wandered around trying to get a view of the scene.
some questionable outfits going on.

the accident, or what was left of it, looked horrible.
the five or six cars involved were totaled. it was probably a drunk driver.

scary.
i hope everyone who was involved was okay.

a hard day's night

i'm a night owl.

and i probably shouldn't have had that blended coffee my roommate made.
but it was damn good.

ted says that nothing good happens after 2am.
but in my case, it's just nothing remotely productive.

all the small things

i was reminded why i loved brushfire and the people that work there.
and it completely made my day.

they’re a real family over there.
and that’s what makes them special.

confessions, pt. II

i’m obsessed with the music from glee.
that is all.

well mostly. ie. i don't want to go back to writing my paper just yet.

so finally!
the wheelchair kid got to sing, not just spin around.
and on that note, the boys rocked the girls in that battle. even if they were all tweaked out. the guys got the better mash-up.

-a video that gleeks should see-
apparently he was in a boy band, synchronized dance moves and all.
...after the boy band craze died.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjTB7Zj5EmU
limelight on the second verse.

good stuff, right?

poker face

the psych major has apparently gotten to me.

lately i’ve been inadvertently psychoanalyzing myself... mostly searching for the reasons behind my responses to situations, but also my actions in general.
it sounds weird. hopefully not too much so.

i consider myself a composed individual. to a fault.
and honestly, being able to hide your emotions is the biggest gift and curse all wrapped in one.

people don’t know when you’re upset or mad.
but also can’t fully see when you’re happy.

i internalize everything. and should really do something about that.
breaking habits isn't easy, but i'll give it a try. why not?

*side note: another psych major asked me the other day if i ever try to analyze myself, so at least i’m not the only one. made me feel much better actually.

a dream is a wish your heart makes

something i need to invest in:

a dream journal.

whenever i happen to remember them, i usually wonder how my mind can conceive of such peculiar and unexpected things.

maybe that whole "tv rots your brain" thing applies here.

...who am i kidding? people that know me are wholly aware that i am an avid tv watcher.
so if by chance it's the tv that infects my dreams into the perfectly bizarre scenarios...

well, then i say,
keep it coming. just wait until after i buy a notebook of some sort.

i'm in a different world

i haven't written anything in quite a while, and just by reading some of my previous posts, all i can reiterate is...

things change.

now i'm just curious/waiting/anxious/excited to see how the next few months of life will pan out.

guess it all depends on the mindset. and i want it to be great.
the people i love. and the people that love me.

just can't let my mind get in the way. and it seems to be in the habit of doing that. at least by means of over-analyzing every minuscule thing.