Sacred is

Choices are like the sun...

2007-11-06T18:48:00.000-08:00

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other; as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yes knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

"The Sun" Edvard Munch

smile2: burritos

2007-04-23T05:12:00.000-07:00

Burritos for breakfast, burritos for lunch, burritos for dinner and burritos here and there in between. Since the UBP arrived I have eaten nothing else but burritos...and i still want more. i love burritos. today i ran out of tortillas and, although they are expensive, you can buy them here. so i think i am going to buy less of the not so important things next time i visit the supermarket (ie anything that doesnt rhyme with dorritos) in order to make this necessary purchase. At a wopping fifty cents a tortilla you may think i am being frivolous, however, if you consider the fact that i only eat two per meal and can, do and will live off of them for weeks, its not so bad....right? :)
tell me, whose your burrito? what dish makes your heart go thumpety thump?

smile1

2007-04-23T05:10:00.002-07:00

classic moment...
aimée says, "let´s take more tequila shots!"
the crowd roars, "yes, yes, aimée! that´s a great idea!"
kenny reluctantly says, "no, i better not." <----this may or may not have happened.
aimée says, "come on, it will be fun fun."
kenny swoons to the undeniable aimée charm and agrees.
shots are poured and shots are distributed.
kenny has his, and so do the rest of the "fun fun" people.
on the count of three...one, two, three!
gulp. gulp. gulp. gulp.
pause.
"Wait a second here!" kenny declares. "this isn´t...oh, you dirty... that guy didnt give us tequila shots! taste this! mine tastes sweet!...
pause.
cat says, "um...thats because you just drank the redbull that was in your other hand."
"oh." rebuts kenny.
;)

new years 2007

2007-04-23T05:10:00.001-07:00

Yikes, another year gone by! Besides my reseding hairline and excessive back hair, i would say this year has been a success! ha. In march I will be 25, wow, and on a road i can say is exactly where i want to be. Last year, i conquered business school and it was one of the greatest feelings i have felt in a long time however, those three years left me a lil creatively void. This year has been about opening those creative doors back up for an overdue exploration of my artistic side. Those of you who know me well, know that i have been drawing fantasy worlds and imaginary friends since i was a wee one. Finally, i´ve taken some time for myself to do this full time...in BARCELONA! Well, i´ve been here since august and i feel like the flood gates have finally been opened. This new year is going to bring some fantastic new imaginary friends and fantasy worlds so please stay tuned. I love you all and you will be in my thoughts as the new year commences! There are some specific things I will be working on this year but i kind of think new years resolutions are like wishes. Take care and I´ll see you in 2007. Besos.

short story: potty pooper

2007-04-23T05:08:00.000-07:00

the other night i was on a date with a boy from new york. we were party hopping and having a great time. as we reached our final destination we were walking up the stairs and i noticed the sound of flowing water. i scanned my surroundings and noticed a yellow stream headed down the center of the stairs straight for us. I jumped to the right and warned the others...you see, being in spain you are prepared for these sorts of things, seeing that the streets are an everyday mine field of dog feces. so we all moved to the right and continued upward. we reached the next flight and found the perpetrator casually zipping up his fly. we half laughed, half choked on disgust (as if we wouldnt do the same. ha) and continued. well, we went to the party thinking we had left this "potty foul" behind us, however, some of us wouldnt be so lucky. can we get an ominous "duhn duhn duhhh"? ...
well, we got to the party, danced, sang, drank, had a blast and then left. as i followed ben, new york guy, down the stairs i pondered, out-loud the contents of the liquid substance on the steps realizing that at this point, it must be some sort of combination of beer and urine.
and just at that moment, when the words slipped out of my mouth, my feet go flying out from under me and i go smashing to the less than dry steps below me. in the process, i almost managed to sweep ben´s legs as well, but he somehow maintained vertical status...upon later reflection it was decided he used me as a landing pad to bounce back upright.
we had a small laugh, then realized once again what exactly i may be sitting in, he helped me up, and we were on our way. well, the juries still up on whether this was, in fact, the same area in which we had previously viewed the "potty pooper" doing his deed but the whole experience was enough to leave me slightly embarrassed and determined to be a little more respectful of where i go number one in the future, convinced this must be some sort of deranged potty karma (conjuring memories of phi rho pi and my less than glamorous potty breaks in the lobby :-/).
So here I am, two days later and my hip stills hurts BUT, not entirely at loss because in the end, luckily, ben still wanted to kiss me...urine and all.

España, te quiero porque...

2007-04-23T05:07:00.002-07:00

every night i get to sleep with my window open without waking up in a pool of my own sweat.

i can hear the ocean every night when i go to sleep and it actually isnt just a freeway.

even the guy at mcdonalds looks at me like i´m special because my spanish is so bad.

when i ride the subway there is always someone who wants to be my friend...for some reason they always have a cup of coins, the cutest puppy dog eyes, and smell kind of funny but they sure are nice.

the other day i was sitting on the beach and this super-sized mama walks by in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini and didnt give a crap...we are in love.

pechos en la playa.

sleeping in the middle of the day is totally socially acceptable and endorsed.

the guys at the internet cafe are really sweet to me.

i have a place to sleep, eat, and feel safe. :)

most guys here put my so called hairy arms/body to shame.

they sell rock squirrels on the street. you know, like the kind from "rescue rangers". and one got free in the mcdonalds the other day. that was fun...but sad. poor little guy was scurred.

street performers...i.e. the toilet guy who sits on the pot and makes poop faces, scary troll man, the sexy midget, the dead guys on bikes, the fairy princess flower pretty pretty girl, the blob guy who just hides under a blue sheet and scares people, the rediculously cheesy authentic native american guy, and many more. no worries...i will take pictures.

there is public art everywhere...most of which graffiti art but nonetheless, very cool.

BIG TRASH DAY!!! once a week people put their big trash out on the street and its a free for all. It´s like savers only everythings free!

Sangria

Chocolate and Churros could possibly be España´s finest invention. upon ordering this tasty treat you get a coffee cup full of melted chocolate and plain churros without the sugar and cinnamon...one could only wonder what madness would ensue had they left the sugar and cinnamon. gulp.

continually adding more things everyday so stay tuned...

dream1: mice

2007-04-23T05:07:00.001-07:00

last night i had a dream.

i dont really remember a whole lot about it, mostly because everything was intentionally chaotic. what i mean is i remember trying to make sense of things in my dream and couldn't because most of it was nonsensical and random and it was supposed to be that way for some reason and i remember knowing that BUT there was one thing i remember that really stands out in my mind mostly because it was the only consistent thing in my dream. there were a couple hundred white mice and white/brown spotted mice that i was trying to keep contained throughout the duration of my entire dream. At first, I would try to keep them contained with my hands but then they started nibbling me and i remember the pain being uncomfortable but not stabbing. I remember searching the laundry room for something to put them in but everything was either too small, had holes in it, or was made out of flimsy card board. slowly throughout the dream the mice escaped, some of them would disappear and some of them would stay close. the spotted one's were quicker and escaped faster. By the end of my dream i only had about a handful of mice.

that's when the jehovah's witnesses rang my doorbell and woke me up.

poetry2

2007-04-23T05:05:00.000-07:00

when i was a kid i used to play, carefree, in jungles of unguarded hearts. as i got older, i got taller. jungles become fields, and from this view, i can see that all those hearts were actually just pieces of hearts. knee deep in broken hearts we are...as far as the eye can see.

poetry1

2007-04-23T05:01:00.000-07:00

****A work in progress****

my minds a mobile spinning faster than the wheels taking me to los angeles.

escaping your cold passion leaves me helpless.

COLD PASSION. like cold fussion.

Unstable.

hypothetical, like our connection.

a relationship that sounds almost perfect in theory, yet has no reaction.

i knew we had no soul connection in the beginning, but then i felt you.

i felt your cold touch, a poet.

speaking to the world through your finger tips, positive.

like a painter. we relate to the world through our fingers. mine, negative.

in theory, our molecules should have bonded.

but trial after trial proved the polarity in the molecules, your molecules, i felt against my skin, were scattered and chaotic.

Cold caresses, like nothing i've felt before.

cold to the touch yet from certain angles can produce extreme temperatures and uncontrollable magnetic pull.

pull, as in gravitational, in proportion to the helplessness i feel pulling me back to your apartment.

Helplessness you feel when you grab my molecules and kiss them.

I reach out over my steering wheel to grasp something. find another energy field.

escape the fusion created by your passion that is cold to the touch. your touch, positive.

positive, i should stop calling.

negative, your touch, for giving me nothing.

negative, my touch, for expecting something.

negative, our touch, for thinking of him while bonding with you.

positive, you will call tomorrow.

positive, we will try to bond again.