The Concrete Jungle

a lot can happen in nearly two years.

when i read that i hadn't posted since february 2008, it made me reflect on a lot of things. mostly that i've had a lot of fantastic/heart-breaking/fabulous/magical/shitty/beautiful things happen to me and around me.

i've also been aching to write again.

so here i am, again. still a girl in los angeles, exploring all the wonders this messed up city has to offer.

here are my current stats:

single. the boyfriend and i ended our three year love. i intend to find love elsewhere among the 10 million LA folks.

roommate free. MC and i parted ways. i miss his foolishness.

amateur photographer. i've moved into the realm of film.

professional lala user. music is moving in really cool directions these days. follow me on lala! i look forward to recos.

foodie. did you know there is incredible asian cuisine in los angeles? there's incredible asian cuisine in los angeles.

aries. yup. april represent!

today i tried the waste of a lunch flatbread sammie.

mc accompanied me for the culinary journey.

mc put down a few beers tailgaiting at the UCLA game and then talked at me for hours on saturday.

other than random thoughts and questions, he asked me to dare him to do stuff.

this yielded the following:

mc: dare me to eat this whole apple?

(thinks to self: can this hurt him? no probably not. is he going to eat it anyway? yes)

me: yeah, go for it.

mc (after finishing everything but the stem): i'm like survivorman, making use of every available resource.

he says as he lays on a pottery barn couch watching football on a flat screen TV. just like survivorman.

dare me to eat a whole apple?

(note: the puffy cheeks are from the apple. and excess boozing)

my new passion of the moment is street photography (although this one is lasting significantly longer than most of my obsessions/phases)

i have always loved candid photos of friends and family, but this takes it to a whole other level.

everything has become a point of interest to me. there are so many interesting people with great stories.

i hope to really challenge myself and get better with each photo i take.

all i want is to purchase a camera.

a camera probably four other people in the world want.

the guy selling this item closed bidding just as i was about to bid. so i decided to email him and see if it was still available (he was offering it for $4.99 +shipping!). and it was!

i quickly offered him $25 total for the whole package and he agreed to relist it so i could buy it.

he relisted it at $25 +$25 shipping. wtf?

i kindly reminded him of our agreement and he said he would amend the listing. so i signed on with credit card in hand to find it listed as:

$15 +$14.92 shipping. again, wtf?

his response to this was: 'that's how much it costs to ship to your area'

after steam poured out of my ears for no less than a minute, i furiously typed his idiot-ass an email explaining to him that i want to purchase this item. now, i tell him that i will pay his $14.52 shipping and purchase the item for the initially offered price of $4.99. a grand total of $19.51.

i am guessing he never made it through 8th grade math.

i woke up at 5:30am and my door was wide open again.

i woke my boyfriend up and asked him if he'd gotten up at all. no.

either someone is playing a mean trick or i need to start a ghost watch.

first class project: black and white headshots that convey the personality of our subject.

i'm glad the boyfriend is a good subject.

on my way to the copy machine at work. mc shouts to me from his desk 15 feet away:

mc: 'hey, is your boyfriend coming over tonight?'

me: 'i don't know, why?'

mc: 'i need to make my football picks with him'

me: 'why don't you just call him?'

mc: 'because i'm a guy. and i can get you to do it for me.'

lazy bastard.

last night i woke up from a dead sleep with the feeling that someone else was in the room.

i sluggishly sat up in bed only to notice my bedroom door was open. i ALWAYS shut it. no exceptions.

i got up and peeked out into the hallway. nothing.

the roommate was still asleep, door shut.

i walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. nothing.

i decided to leave the bathroom light on and made the mad dash back to my bed. (the one where you practically leap from the doorway into bed)

this morning, mc and i carpooled to work. about halfway through the drive:

mc: 'did you knock on my door last night?'

me: 'no, why?'

mc: 'because the knocking woke me up and i just assumed it was you. then i thought i heard the shower running.'

me: 'i woke up in the middle of the night and my door was open'

mc: 'and the floor was still a little wet when i got in the shower this morning.'

i think we have a ghost on our hands. or a really dirty intruder.