james taylor, a bottle of corona, and a brigade of ants

January 1, 2008 at 5:13 am (Uncategorized)

Theres a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me

- Sweet Baby James

Dark and silent last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I going, going
Im goin to carolina in my mind

- Carolina in my mind

Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around
Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things
to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground

- Fire and Rain

James is always singing about his mortality and with this new year at hand…I guess it’s a topic that is on my mind as well. I’m 25 years old and Lord knows that I am NOT getting any younger, despite my whimsical disposition.

I am on Guam. My New Years was spent in a bright green Paul Frank whale pajama bottom and a touristy England t-shirt (not of the baby tee variety). My dad bought about $100 dollars worth of firecrackers and sparklers for 3 people. That was ridiculous! I asked him if the illegal store that sold it to him had a return policy. He told me to clean the pool. I cleaned the pool while holding 50 sparklers in one hand and the pool vaccuum in the other. The time was 12:30 am. Our house clocks are advance, so we technically missed the countdown. Stupid clocks.

We ate Arroz Caldo, Fried Tofu, and Vegetable Lumpia. I was still hungry. To me that meal seemed like a large appetizer.

My dad and I watched “I am Legend”. I am so irritated with the fuckin locals (i.e. the Cs, Ts, and Cs again – ask me what it stands for…I don’t want to be an online bigot like a friend of mine with Buddy Holly glasses). They came in and out DURING the movie. A man was talking on his cellphone DURING the movie. A family of four were asking each other for more hot sauce (for their smuggled Taco Bell food stuff) DURING the movie. I pay an exorbant amount of money to be disturbed DURING a movie!?!

I talked to the manager and he was like…”Well, they’re paying customers too. Sorry. There’s nothing I can do about it.” What the fuck!!!!! My dad was antsy to go, so the manager should thank my dad b/c I would have socked him in the face with my bag of groceries (yes, we brought our groceries into the movie theatre).

I ate 12 grapes. I drank a bottle of corona. I jumped. I laughed. I cried. I tried to kill a brigade of ants trying to fuck up my computer. I refuse to wear pants. Happy New Year to me!

This past year was insane. I mean in-fucking-sane.

I had to do a ton of rewrites only to be plagued with the difficulty of starting over.
Mike and I broke up.
I did some traveling both for work (NYC) and pleasure (Chi-town, Mexico, Las Vegas).
I gained a lot of weight (20 pounds) and tried to lose some of it (5 pounds).
I bought this diet pill that makes me fart oil.
My friends and I were kidnapped and almost raped in Cabo San Lucas (the picture below was taken before we realized this). Luckily, he brought us close enough for us to jump out of the moving boat. It was intense.
My summer was INSANE (so many things happened). Just an example, my friend and I almost died while riding with a drug dealer at a PCH intersection.
I am in a master’s program that is currently kicking my ass.
I have successfully and not successfully counseled people.
I saved approx. 168 students from potentially being molested from a potential child molester and confirmed coke addict who you may catch on an episode of “Sabrina the Teenage Witch.”

There’s a lot more, but I can’t think of what. I’ll just update later.

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1 Comment

  1. cheryl said,

    dude. char and i have been laughing for the past 5 minutes reading this. and what the fuck i will kick your ass i am the last person you should be calling a bigot.

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