The Wander Rests in a shealter.
He obtains his property and an ax.
My heart is not glad.
He is persistently conscious of being a stranger in a strange land.
a year from now and I still feel like this.
but i am more satisfied and happy with what I am becoming.
Monday, December 29, 2008
running from you
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
good night another bad morning.
credit card.*done
loan for school
gifts
transfer to forever 21
apartment
others would have givin up a month ago,
Monday, December 22, 2008
incoherent
+what?
+you sound like an autistic child
+you are just talking shit now
+....
+you are crazy
I HATE TALKING TO PEOPLE.
GAH
Sunday, December 21, 2008
TTT
Do you ever wake from a dream and wish you hadn’t? It had been such a nice scene, and then your eyes were open and your mind was pulled out of sleeping bliss. Perhaps you were in love, leaning in for that sensual touch or a beautiful kiss. Maybe your heart was pounding with the thrill of the chase, and the adventure was ended all too soon. Perhaps you even found yourself unexplainably happy, and everything was just as it should have been.
You can feel yourself fading, and you want so badly to stay. But it isn’t long before you wake and it is all forgotten, except for tiny bits and pieces of incoherency. Somewhere down the road you’ll recall something odd that you can’t seem to put your finger on, and shrug it off; dismissing it as simply a trick of the mind. And you’ll never know that once, the most wonderful things took place in your head.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
show meh love.
ohh internets how i've missed you.
and thanks to my profound love and loyalty to you It started a chain of awesome events the other night.
Now i have a new found level of appreciation for you.
nighty night
XOXOXO
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
oh darlin
Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never do you no harm
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm
Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I'll never make it alone
Believe me when I beg you
Don't ever leave me alone
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly fell down and died
Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I'll never make it alone
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly fell down and cried
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly fell down and died
Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never let you down
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
pet projects
http://www.instructables.com/id/Robots/
http://www.instructables.com/id/RGB-Color-Controllable-High-Power-LED-Room-%2b-Spot-/
http://www.instructables.com/id/LEDs/
http://www.instructables.com/id/Ultimate-Night-Vision-Headlamp---500%2b-lumens-with-/
http://www.instructables.com/id/SpokePOV%3a-LED-Bike-Wheel-Images/
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
i'll save my secrets for a deaf man
I had to get past the fact that a thought of kissing you or doing anything to your dick would make me sick.\\\my sweaters smells so goood.
i saw the most amazing thing ever, i was drivin and then a saw a building and the rising sun refectin off the windows made the buildin look lik eit was on fire.
beautiful and weird.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
ooh yus
freaks and geeks DVD set.
Flight of the concords DVD set,
the pixie's CD"s
the kills CD's
rilo kiley CD's
and life'll be awesomee
till the next thang i want
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Do what I say.
As a coworker/friend complains about seeking a lover or complaining over one, I always respond with the same:
"that's why I am single."
I live by this and am glad I am
at parties or when I out and get to hang out with all these diff people.
but,
I am starting to feel those girly feeling and actually wanna cuddle and do all that girly shit.
know what that means?
more alcohol
Saturday, November 29, 2008
I'll make you okay.
what an annoying weekend.
some fun moments and some lame pissed off ones.
I want to create, I wanna be blasted, I want to break this routine.
pushing the boundaries.
hating people.
i really can't hang or see the same person for more then 3 times in a week.
drives me nuts.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Bike.
I just wanna ride my bike.
and bake things.
and get trashed at a party.
then go home with some guy, have amazing sex.
then cuddle till we fall asleep.
and ignore the awkward morning aftermath.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
sweet.
ampersand.
reminds meh..
i just found out about the Ouroboros
I might get a tattoo of it to match my ampersand or maybe more ampersand tattoos.
well i am getting the flower tattoo forsure though.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
oh the blood..
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
fuck.
sigh. i feel numb.
sick.
dizzy.
drugged..
lets call it a day shall we.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sex and candy.
But i totally makes me want some physical attention of some sort.
sex would be nice, passionate kissing would be better.
funny thing is i've had sex about 2 weeks ago but don't remember the last time i kissed someone passionatly and intensly.
I might have been drunk or what not but i could use a bit of kissing, or sex with a not so strange stranger.
seriously though, passionate kissing or cuddling would be ideal.
ohhh and interview thang tomm. wish me luck and hope i dont pussy out and get too shy to ask for work and whatnot..
Monday, November 17, 2008
Altina.
+punk
+goth
+stoner
+hipster
+indie
+high-fashion
+geek
+arty
+alcoholic
+exotic
+gamer/anime
+internet obsessed
+blogger
yea pretty much.
it's pretty sad that even when i am out and about living my life I am still blogging via my cellphone..
HAW.
now if i can only learn how to blog via cell on blogspot. not on tumblr.
then i'd never be bored and need participate in actual social activities.. like hang out with real friends, or people that live in the same state!
GASPPPP.
NY callgirl
I usually don't really "read" blogs I just like to look at the pretty pictures and such but I can't help but want to read each and every entry.
My male friend who knows me very well thinks I am secretly writing this blog.
btw he loves reading the stories too and I've got him hooked [no pun intended.]
It's awesome to know I am not the only total weirdo freak out there.
well it totally made my day and so did.
+talking on the telly with good friends
+cooking yummy vegan things
+my other fav blogger loving one of my fav. songs.
+eating leftover smoothie as yummy sorbet.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
uh..
+talking about amputee porn.
+have a 2-3 min conversation about hats and referring it to an Alexander wang hat, and getting a blank look in return.
+referring the internet to "thee internets"
+loss all sense of basic conversational skills.
+you feel more comfortable typing/chatting then actually speaking.
sigh.
i love you internets, but I am having a harder time in real life.
dead arms.
+I want my tattoo already.
+I feel into mango heaven.
+I think i saw someone i knoew and i think they thought that they saw someone they knew too, why do I guess? that look he had in his eyes and that slight movement of the head as I walked past him.
+I ruined a moment, I think I went unnoticed though.
+buy mace.
arms
my arms look so weird, and skinny, and they feel boney. they look green and when I stare to long I start to feel like I am looking at someone else's arms.
they don't look like mine,or is it because I rarely look at my arms as a whole.
Sensation felt=Disconnected.
Friday, November 14, 2008
characters
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sertraline...
hawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
maybeeeeee, should make my otherwise boring fuckinday interesting, i'll see.
we are 138.
But i do appreciate a good thrashing.
:D
k I think I am gonna start watching more old horror films now.
Monday, November 10, 2008
lI
i don't really like to list things i like, but oh well.
I am going to try to keep from blogging or updating how things are going on, or what I am doing.
For no good reason.
I liked my closet better when it was empty.
I want to begin my new life.
I hate people.
I like.
grapes
bananas
zucchinis
carrots
potatoes
cucumbers
avocados
mushrooms
onions
broccoli
beets
spinach
lemons
cranberry juice
water
to listen
the kills
velvet underground
rilo kiley
violet hour
lykke li
lou reed
the pixies
the misfits
feist
metric
the arcade fire
the beatles
portishead
broken social scene
the moldy peaches
crystal castles
to wear
black
skinny jeans
leggings as pants
keds
boots
thirft
vintage
plaid
button-ups
AA
Alexander wang
Ann demeulemeester
Marc Jacobs
Betsy Johnson
to live
white
minimalist
wood
speakers
mac
vintage bottles
cameras
no tv
just internets
just films
books
to watch
films
foreign
obscure
rewind worthy
food network
IFC
things like.
cats
NYC
art
thee internets
cameras
vintage
tattoos
my septum
my family
NUDE
being nude
photographs of naked girls and sending my favs to my friend.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
cghlkajhc;sjv's
YEAAA i am excited!
been looking at craigslist and googled an article about Bushwick, and yup it's offical.
that's where I need to be.
so I am gonna be searching for apartments in brooklyn in Bushwick or east Williamsburg.
shit's gonna be fuckin awesome!!!
oh yes it's really gonna come true!
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
gential.
There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.
Salvador Dali
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
MY KINK FACTOR: I'll try anything once, especially if you beg for it.
lovely.
You say your mum ain't home,
it ain't my concern,
just play with me and you won't get burned
I have only one itching desire
Let me stand next to your fire
unfortunalty that not how the night ended.
he drank to much wine.
It was a world record.
great.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
busy week.
+paper time
+pay make-up school
+send high school transcripts
+send college transcripts
+call to change application to fall 09
i had to type it down my mind and my molskinaire is currently too scrambled/mixed up/confused/ over stimulated!!!!
bsjkbhvs;phvjnd ;gjkhvogi['er
HOLYFUCKIN SHIT
I don't even wear make-up.
Can you tell?
apart from Obama becoming President
I am going forth with special effects make up
and I found the perfect program for me in NYC!
right on broadway, (which was one of my fav. streets in NYC)
which lasts 5 months, just enough for me to settle into the city and be accepted to SVA, brooklyn, or Hunter colleges.
Also gives me a bit of a heads up in the industry and an extra skill. woot!
I might just be able to move into NYC the time I wanted to and go to school.
it'll cost about 10,000 for 5 months a loan can take care of that right? :/
and hay! it'll be less then enrolling into a university right away.
My goal won't get side tracked because there are may levels to Cinema!
and i am still with my principles of film and real life illusions opposed to ..... digital. eh.
AHHHHH i am excitedd.
but
oh please oh please oh please make this happen!
and fuck all you people who say you can be self taught.
I've just started to self teach myself but I know i could learn and progress sooooo much more with teachers, students and etc.
now once i pay this fee for the school i'll see when i can begin and when I can move and when I can transfer jobs and YUS YUS YUSSSSS
my mind will be focused on ART!!!!
like it always is.
pros to this would be
+another potential career
+potential connections
+fun!
cons
+cost [big factor!]
+time
+difficulty [i love challenges!]
+transport.
now talking this over with the parentals once I get everything situated.
SWOON!
i'll bring oxycodine for your pain
yousef says: (10:37:44 PM)
naw
yousef says: (10:37:50 PM)
just bring kisses
_____________________________
yousef says: (10:50:39 PM)
partay
Mnislahi. says: (10:53:54 PM)
in your room
yousef says: (10:56:04 PM)
yes!
Mnislahi. says: (10:56:47 PM)
a private party :)
yousef says: (10:56:57 PM)
:P
Mnislahi. says: (10:57:44 PM)
and you are making french toast in the morning
yousef says: (10:57:58 PM)
mm rad
Monday, November 3, 2008
...
+make dentist appointment.
+call NYC school make an appointment for a tour.
+designs
+rough draft to paper.[put in mail box later]
back up plan for school. sign up to a community college and take a few classes.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
an ideal apartment.
this would be me sitting in my studio/loft in NYC in my undies with my cat.
ah what a shitty view but I don't mind
guys
+the fuckers who are extra nice with an underlay message of "i wanna cum on your purty face"
+The nice guys who avoid the subject altogether but are cool to talk too. too bad they are not my type.
+the nice guys who hang out with the fuckers but are really cool, hawt and awesome to talk to but can never have.
i choose the latter of the above.
minus(-) the "but can never have" bit
Saturday, November 1, 2008
like an african tribe.
breathing it out.
freaking out.
running in the forest.
calm down.
let it go.
slow it in.
float.
sway.
sing.
let it blow your mind.
let it blow you away.
feel.
and then i closed my eyes.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
hallow
tomm gonna be a surprise I have no Idea what's gonna happen.
all i know is i am gonna go to class, help mama pass out candy and the cemetery with a flask.
btw.
One and two are the same, and they both work as well.
I'm coming clean for Amy.
Julie doesn't scream as well,
and the cops won't listen all night.
So maybe, I'll be over.
Just as soon as I fill them all in
and I can remember when I saw her last.
We were running all around and having a blast.
But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you.
I know when your home,
I was thinking about you.
There was something I forgot to say,
I was crying on saturday night.
I was out cruising without you,
they were playing our song.
Crying on saturday night.
As the moon becomes the night time
You go viciously, quietly, away.
I'm sitting in the bedroom,
where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes
Now I'm watching, watching you die…
I can remember when I saw her last.
We were running all around and having a blast.
But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you.
I know when your home, I was thinking about you.
There was something I forgot to say,
I was crying on Saturday night.
I was out cruising without you,
they were playing our song.
Crying on Saturday night.
Crying on Saturday night
Crying on Saturday night
oh yea.
this halloween is going to be a total.
FAILURE.
maybe just maybe i'll get invited to something, which I doubt.
and if i do i'll just put on my wig, an eye patch and dress all in black.
even if I don't I think I will stay at home wearing a wig, an eye patch and dress in black and cry alone in my room.
you know what, i should totally be a goth kid and again wear my wig, an eye patch and dress in black and go to a cemetery.
ALONE.
yea. sounds pretty much ideal.
hmmm.
out of all the seasons i like spring the most, and this photograph is exactly why.
second favorite season fall/autumn.
to bad in south Florida we only have one season
summer.
-_-'
holyshit
+My mouth hurts
+I own too much shit
+I officially have NO life.
sigh.
so i should start eating smoothies and soup until i can go to the dentist.
i am seriously overdosing with the pain killers.
I WANT TO FEEL NUMB PLEASEEEEEE.
and it took me forever to figure out how to fix my tumblr to my likings, might change it it's a bit too "soft-core" for meh.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
sweetseaurchinsushi
The small, spiky marine animals are boiled like an egg and cracked open, and their salty little eggs and sex organs are served up like sushi. A highly undignified ending.
my tumblr.
everyone's going to be able to look at it because none of my secrets, ideas, and feelings will be on it.
just things I like and that interest me at the moment.
I need to go to new york, now!
so I can.
+I can dress better.
+have cool friends
+go to cool parties
+ride my bike around the city
+see snow
+live in my own studio/apartment.
or
+live in someone else's apartment.
now these things might now happen, I might actually just
+stay a loner [i don't doubt it]
+not get invited to any parties
+live in a crappy small place
+be very poor
but I will still!
+dress better
+see snow
and
+ride my bike
or
walk.
[which isn't all that bad.]
Buttttt before any of that shite can happen.
I need to keep doing productive things.
and
NOT
MUDAFUGGNSLACK.
+dentist [in progress]
+college applications [in progress a.i call the schools thurs.]
+search for apartments via cragslist
+email several NYC someones and talk to people. [this'll be hard.]
+start painting
+finish designs
+take photographs
+draw [in progress]
+begin video art ideas & do
+vegan/raw food
now i am slowly getting my shite together, but this does take some time.
the easiest thing to do is the latter of the list, because Fuck well everyone has to eat.
my shite is coming together FINALLY!!!
a waste
I am going to read again, i should start tonight while i play soft music that doesn't distract me.
the thing about me is it's hard to sleep sometimes and hard to read and also hard to write because i get easily distracted and loose focus.
I really can't sit down and do one thing for such a long time.
I get bored.
Lose interest.
Lose motivation.
and stop.
bad for me because how on earth am I going to ever be good at something or finish the wonderful ideas and things i begin.
My potential would have been wasted.
now how can I fix it.
i wanna just talk to my 3 month younger self
yo! don't worry about shite mang, and get over yourself.
in other news, i am going to be making a tumblr, cause it's awesome but keeping this blogspot for my personal life.
Tumblr= things i like
Blogspot=personal happenings & people
Monday, October 27, 2008
tis true
— Joni Mitchell - The Last Time I Saw Richard
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
What are you thinking about?
the results are fascinating.
Harry-" U naked lol"
Javier-"ima rip off your herpes scars with a muthafuckin power sander"
Joey-"haloween horroe nites"
Marc-"Fuckin a cow in the utters"
Nick-"you"
Monique-"Uh goats cant float"
Tomiboy-"where im going to move to next year?"
George-"that i could be better at running"
Trevor-"Losing the game, you?"
Dee Dee-"my boyfriend"
Z-"Um weird question music why?"
Austin-"well im at band practice writing a song so i think music u?"
Shawn-"doody balls"
Lauren's cell-"thinking about different concepts of competition. also on how to fix this drawing I kinda fucked up on."
Lisa-"passing my test on monday"
Jessica-"just living"
Nicole-"where melissa went"
Mike-"think you are beautiful. Lets fuck."
Steph-"well im cold and was feeling trapped because i felt like i was stuck here but no clue on what were doin now"
Josh-"Ranfiverous?"
ahhh..
then the texts kept going on and they spewed into conversations some short due to previous plans and others are still going on now! btw almost 2 hours later.
some i regret texting and others i regret i didnt text sooner.
maybe later on i'd get some more responses from the rest of the people i texted, who knows.
I'll update.
Absurd.
I found her sitting on a gravestone. She was talking to herself and cutting up handwritten letters with the biggest pair of scissors I had ever seen.
‘Hello’, I said.
‘Hello’, she smiled, nimbly snipping away.
‘Whom are you talking to?’
‘Everyone’ she smiled, waving her arms around the cemetery.
I smiled. ‘And why are you destroying those letters?’
‘I am not destroying them,’ she insisted, ‘I am just cutting all of the words out. I love words’
‘But why are you cutting all of the words out?’ I asked.
‘Because they are in the wrong order. And some of them,’ she theatrically sighed, ‘have been incorrectly spelt. What is your favourite word?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said, wishing I could think of something magnificent. ‘I quite like oxymoron’.
‘Oh that’s a great word’ she laughed, ‘Isobella Monkton’s favourite word is cantankerous’.
‘Who is Isobella Monkton?’ I asked.
‘Isobella is over there,’ smiled the girl, gesturing towards a broken-nosed marble statue covered in ivy. ‘She sadly died in 1842’.
Whilst the girl was clearly loopy, I found her manner quite delightful, and so, not wishing to offend, I half-waved in Isobella’s direction and continued our conversation. ‘What is your favourite word?’
The girl carefully placed her giant scissors by her side and paused for a moment. ‘Oh I have so many favourites. It’s really hard to say, and it all depends upon my mood. Currently my favourite word is melancholy’.
‘Melancholy,’ I sighed. ‘I’ve been melancholy all my life. In fact I was going to say melancholy but I thought you might be frightened by such a word and so I said oxymoron.
‘Why would I be frightened of the word melancholy?’ asked the girl, clearly perplexed.
‘Well,’ I tried to explain, ‘whenever you say words like that, people are a bit shocked. They don’t know what to do with themselves. The moment they hear such words they form an opinion of you – normally a misguided opinion of you. It’s like telling someone you once had the depressions, or your favourite pop group is The Smiths. The moment you say it, you can see their faces change. Fear consumes them and they either want to stop talking to you - pretend that you’re no longer there - or they want to run away’
‘I love The Smiths,’ cried the girl, laughing for the first time.
‘Me too,’ I gushed. ‘What’s your favourite Smith’s song?’
And then it happened. The most wonderful thing in the whole wide world happened. In a cemetery. The girl began to sing. ‘A dreaded sunny day, so I’ll meet you at the cemetery gates… Keats and Yeats are on your side…’ Oh it was wondrous. Truly wondrous. I wanted her to go on forever. I wanted her to never stop. But the girl said she had other things to do and she needed to be alone for a while because ‘cutting out words and putting them back in the right order takes a lot of concentration’. I said I understood. I would bother her no more. But I was devastated. Truly devastated. Would I ever see her again? Did she feel the ‘stuff in the air’? I didn’t even know her name? There was so much I should have said. So many things I wished I’d asked and now it was too late. I had missed my one and only chance.
I closed the cemetery gate, lit a cheap-cigarette and slowly made my way back home.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
vile i know.
that little flap of skin between your cock and your ass that has too much hair and itches like fuck
damn my grundel itches like a bitch
yus.
a cat fiesta.
and we are playing rilo kiley songs.
oh great my guests all left.
how sad.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
paris, je t'aime.
can i move to paris, london, barcelona, milan, or tokyo already!
le sighh.
only thing left to do is dreammmmmmmmmmmm
Monday, October 20, 2008
un homme et une femme
ciggs need to stop making people look so bad ass.
i'd only smoke for the prop, really.
but i won't.
















































