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Name: ROni
Birthday: 12/23/1987
Gender: Female


Interests: Rebellious lyrics over synchopated beats, un-cut nicaraga, rolled up aces over kings, the art of fading in and panning out, W.E.D.N.E.S.D.A.Y.S
Expertise: check-raising the suckers at the table, documentaring, screaming loving obscenities, and playing in sand
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art


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Member Since: 5/2/2003

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Saturday, December 09, 2006

*"You're always up to no good"* - phantom planet

now, don't get me wrong, College is actually really eventful. so eventful that i haven't slept in like a week or so. Fall oh six is almost over, and honestly, i'm about ready for it to be done. lord is it so much work. but as the guy in the equiptment issue room would say,

"you wanna be a filmmaker? then make it work"

with that tucked deeply in my mindset. i start to wander off on other topics. such as this one: Yolanda.

Many of you may not know that Yolanda is the name of my Scion XB, my beloved car in which spend most of my waking hours in. a few weeks ago she did not start. after another 2 weeks of towing and repairs, she is back. but not with me. see, my mother and my father are angry at each other and in turn i get the brunt of it. Lying here in my room at my mom's house rite now i miss her. sad thoughts run thru my head. o my.

I have also gotten an addiction to espresso. I've been having starbucks give me extra shots and you what, they are really useful. not only do i get more done, i'm in a more active mood. although it gets me a little too active and as a result, i'm louder than i already am. which by far, is too loud for most libraries, restaurants and outdoor facilities. shame. but the crash and the end of the day is the perfect side effect. you know why? because it cancels out another one of my neuroses: insomnia. mmm...i love sleep. but i can never get to sleep. unless i'm in a car, that's another story. it reminds me of the womb, the last place one would get pure undisturbed sleep.

goodnight everyone.

i'm short and short of breath now. don't tempt me. the last thing i want is to have you unplug the lamp and read my mind. because honestly, who's stopping us? they have a habit of coming to life on me. be careful mon cherie. this one is a keeper. hell. it's kept already and you freak out everytime you think you've lost it. i've been so bad this year.


Sunday, December 03, 2006

*please*

 

"i am as lifeless and unattractive as a blow up doll"

why?


Friday, September 29, 2006

*"when heaven and hell decide..."*

School is in full swing and i love it! art school is so different from everyong else's college experience n i love that too! it's so odd going to the different places to visit ppl and seeing how college life is "supposed" to be. dorms, meal plans, herpes...etc..makes me feel like i'm where i'm meant to be..cuz the academy fits so well...except that no one really talks to me...cuz they're all sociopathic weirdos..just like me.

 i have really difficult hw n must sleep

 goodnite darling. i could cry now.


Wednesday, September 06, 2006

*pulling to get her*

It's been way too long since i've blogged here. all i can really say is that there has been way too much that i've been doing and way to little i have been cataloguing.

what have i been up to?

-camping-Flo's cotillion-school stuff-slave labordoesn't sound like much..i know, but trust me, it is. but i got great news tho!I am FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY an official student at the academy of art university, hence the sicker on my car...and of course, my ID badge. it's been a hard road trying to get here...and finally i am. just a few more changes to my schedule and i believe monday is my 1st day. i feel like a huge weight has been lifted...and i can finally stop being a loser taking naps in the middle of the day and watching food network cuz all my friends...even my 5 year old sister ...is at school. pity.so now! as my 1st official action as a college student...i'm going to join facebook...i'm not letting go of my myspace er anything crazy (god, who would do that?) but i'm just gonna get up on it...n...take advantage. it's college. the new slogan for the next few years: "why not?"p.s. it's meant to leave my actions open to scrutiny, so it's not as careless as it sounds...it's overwhelming. it's gigantically important. it's exhausting. it's invigorating. it's lovely. it's delightful. it's stressfull. it's fretful. it's here, or it's there but most importantly...and you should remember this: it's not to be fucked around with


Monday, July 17, 2006

*Entertainment Weekly*

Thursday: I'm not in a big 'ol rush to get to Berkeley early for the Foo Fighters acoustic show that evening cuz...apart from what i'm used to concert-wise we had seats. so we get there (ate and kram and i) and find no line nor crowd what so ever a mere 3 hours before show time. weary, we all stand outside of this gate that we made up for ourselves as a "no pass" marker. i swore up and down we can pass it into the high school, seeing as that's where the venue was..but weary line buddies and concert-goers begged to differ. So i hop on my mobile n leave a long deatailed nonsense message to my Kod and kinda sorta, unknowingly walk around the complex..yes..INSIDE the gate! *gasp* a little while later, rejoining outside, a door opens, again, past the forbidden threshold of the Gate and out comes, complete with baby and baby momma....Dave Grohl.

The Grohl family walk the complex of Berkely High and dissappear out of site. I and other line girls giggle and squeal just beyond the gate..."screw it..." i say "he's coming back..i'm going in" my heart pumps as me and the girls get closer to him...then..the unthinkable happens...i actually get to stop and take a picture with him...just before he refuses and autograph and angrily goes back inside.

*My heart is alive

Saturday: After a 2 hour drive, and another 4 hour wait..the line for the Jason Mraz Concert at the Montbleu resort and casino Lake Tahoe Ca, had a "so close yet so far" aura about it. We were close enough to have to wait there forever...and far enough to not get the absolute front (boo). Jovial and optimistic (espcially after a visit to the adult store nearby)i had managed to not go crazy for the few remaining smoke-filled minutes. Showtime we rushed in...i got dead center...but behind two girls whose lookes i know you'd get lost in, and never find my short ass behind. after pissing off several people for my persistant (yet very very subtle ) pushing..the show was over...and you missed my hand by a centimeter. heartbroken my sister pointed out that you had left your water bottle knocked over..yet unattended on the stage. people started to clear out and she sat on the stage feining fatigue..i jumped grabbed you water bottle and right when some angry security officer screamed "GET OFF THE STAGE!!!" i managed to sqeak out "getting off getting off!!!!" and jumped off the staged to be lost again in a sea of pretty pretty girls. I have never cherished something that was about to be thrown away so much.

*My heart is singing

he had left me feeling so low. how low. low as you go. low as we go. i was down and out. eaten by green. hoping, wishing praying. hallucinating. and then there is you. you. you. you. i thought about you. wrote to you, and had you in my heart as a forced myself into sleep that nite.



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