Today, in Valencia, there is one of the miracle skies. You know, when the storm has passed, the clouds are all shades of grey and white, and the sun peaks through in visible rays of golden light. The air is crisp and yeah, it kicks ass ( Read more... )

Arielle's roommate, Rebecca, was being a snob, so Garren and I escaped on a week-long trip to San Diego. There, we had a number of adventures, mostly revolving 'round raising money to properly medicate ourselves with heavy doses of Sparks, PBR and bean and cheese burritos. I wish I could entertainingly relate to you the details, but my memory is ( Read more... )

So yeah, I'm in Valencia. Brought my videogames and my music equipment. Chillin' at Arielle's apartment. Last night, I had a stomach full of beer and a head full of acid. My skateboard got run over by a car. Crunch. I've already been harrassed by security guards no less than ten times. Fished twelve dollars in wishes out of the local ( Read more... )

If I could express myself truly, I would be anything I could ever want me to be, yet, even so, I have absolutely no idea what I want me to be, so fuck it, I'll just be as me as I can be until I... ah, fuck it, *BLaaM!!*.

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eh, don't sweat it.

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tomorrow's another day... it could be better.

Bumbershoot was fun, of course. It was all too easy to sneak in, and food scams were a plenty. So I was greatly entertained and well fed. I slept in my car in front of a Holiday Inn on all four nights. That was truly deluxe accomodations. Just inside the lobby was wireless internet, clean restrooms, and complimentary continental breakfast and ( Read more... )

Since my last post, there's been lots o'time spent daydreaming, reading, exploring, playing, and seeing what kinda shit I can get away with, which, as usual, is plenty. Tomorrow (Friday thru Monday) is finally Bumbershoot, the must-see acts of which are: Death Cab for Cutie, the Black Keys, Nancy Sinatra, Liz Phair, DJ Cheb I Sabbah, Bebel ( Read more... )

Lessee, after my last post, I spent the first day and a half in a Barnes and Noble, reading Blankets by Craig Thompson and The Art of Deception by Kevin Mitnick, eating whatever they were giving away at the twenty-four hour grocery across the street, and sleeping in an unused shed behind a movie theatre.

...And now I'm at the Penny Arcade Expo ( Read more... )

Last night I drank a PBR at a joint called the Knarr Shipwreck Lounge. I also spent a lot of time walking the streets alone. Nothing wrong with that.

I'm gonna go lay on a lawn somewhere now.

I woke up in my car on University Street in Seattle. I drove to the laundromat, and drank a Sparks while I did a load of laundry. After folding and packing my clean clothes, it was time to find a shower ( Read more... )

I went with the kids from the Dagerous Media Tour (including the kid who wrote Evasion) from Ashland to Corvallis to Astoria. They were fun, smart kids, but the hardcore vegan, staight-edge thing got to me after awhile. So I had to ditch 'em in Astoria. But while I was with 'em, we scammed a free hotel room, got caught, and bailed. We went ( Read more... )