i'm officially announcing that

after a three year period of not eating mcdonalds, i decided to finally give it a try again. i've been having this urge to just see if it taste any different. perhaps better, perhaps worst. so i got the ol'quarter pounder and heavens to betsy i think i've come to that point in my life--once again, where i'm telling myself that i'm never eating mcdonalds ever. it definitley was not worth the 5 dollars they made me pay for it. while i was walking back i saw doran the driver from yummy days. he honked his horn and pulled to the side of the road and we started talking again. what a nice suprise, just the one i need to make me laugh again.

felix

felix the german just informed me that he''ll be in miami from august 19 to september 19. woo hoo i haven't seem him for 3 years!

hallelujah

i decided to go to the cahuenga branch library that was just a few blocks down and boy and boy is it ghettofied. there's no air conditioning, everything seems to be cramped together, there was no parking and there's this really annoying buzzing sound i have no idea what it is but it's really loud. anyways..

the greatest life lesson ever

im sitting at the library, and all of a sudden these kids come in. just got out of school i assume. there's this one kid sitting on the far right at the computer station. he's overweight..angry..mean. curses all the time..screaming out gangsta rap lyrics involving ak 47's. there's these two other kids sitting to the left of him. one kid..a little blonde about 2 seats down. and a girl..wearing all pink. the girl was originally sitting next to the mean fat kid, she asked him to pipe down because of all the noise he was making. (gangsta rap lyrics) he said "NO. just because you asked me no!". the blonde kid just stared. after the intimidation, the girl moved down to the opposite corner of the fat kid. she and the blonde boy struck up a convo, they were polite to each other..and she even moved closer to sit next to him. they're completely ignoring the fat kid. he's completely isolated, no one to talk to. no one that cares about him while the other kids are having fun with each other. he's sitting down right now, hands at his head, bored. upset about something. depressed. obviously lacking in love. this is the most interesting social experiment.

whew

we talked about alot of things..southern california, strippers vs.cabaret dancers, etc. after having only 4 shots of jack daniels, 2 shots of disarono and a can of heinekin (bad idea) i passed out on the couch.

i started to drink in celebration of me being alive. when rachel and debbie were out at the beach, i had decided to grab a bottle on her shelf, but all of a sudden, the whole shelf came tumbling down, and about 10 bottles and 5 martini glasses and 5 wine glasses, shooters, well just about everything came tumbling down. crash. on the floor, i mamanged to get away with only a minor cut on my right arm. i never thought i had reflexes like a cat.

disco bambina

i want to do a remake of this video and dance around in a spandex suit with leg warmers..with pictures of me in the background.

yikes

wow i nearly fainted at borders. i'll never go hours on end without eating and then taking a walk in the california sun. bad idea. how strange.. i passed out. i felt dizzy, out of balance, things were blacking out. i passed out for about 2 minutes but i heard the voices in the distance, i couldn't understand them though. i regained conciousness with a manager asking me if i wanted an ambulance. i said no. i drank some water, ordered some food, and nursed myself back to good health. but wow what an experience!

and happy birthday to that very special one :o)

markets

a highlight of iceland was the flea market. there were so many things to see and be seen. there were endless amounts of books, stacked on top of each other, one after another. literary classics, icelandic history, saga's, artists, everything you could possibly imagine. some were in english, some not.gudni and i picked up a book by eddo, an icelandic artist with amazing detail in his work.. i loved looking around the market because i saw alot of rarities you'd never find in the mainstream. old dolls, tacky vintage dresses, and paintings that probably belong on your grandma's wall. they're were candlesticks, beautiful lace, icelandic wool sweaters hung up to wear, mexican sombreros, plush ponies, old records, and even a vast selection of tomato soup! it's the greatest way of getting to know a country and it's story. it was a wonderful place to be, i definitely plan on visiting again.

that was interesting

so there i was trying to take a nap, when i hear the footsteps of heavy boots and cops shouting "he's headed southbound!" trying to catch some guy that stole a car. the helicopter was low and the lights were shining through every nook and cranny. it was loud..and most of all it was annoying. can't a girl just get some peace and quiet around here.. the weird thing about all this is that i felt it was going to happen. i've been paranoid lately because i've had strong feelings of a car being stolen. i just felt inside of me that a car would get stolen. and what happened? someone stole a car and ran right through the apartment alley. how strange.. am i really psychic? this is not the first time something like this has happened i remember in iceland, guðni had his hand outside and i told him "watch your hand guðni..just be careful. and what happened a couple minutes later? the door slammed shut, it could've been on his hand...hmm.. i don't know what any of this means..maybe i'm just a good guesser.

byee tracy!

yesterday was a jolly good time, rachel and i went to tracey's and john's to hang out before they leave to connecticut. it was actually a really good time.. they were asking me questions about my iceland trip, we were talking about anything and everything like cloning and other stuff.. watching jeopardy and making fun of american idol :o) smoking some bowls, enjoying the los angeles outdoors, smoking organic american spirit cigarettes, eating some nacho's. i think i needed that.

the american idol competition was an absolute joke. it was the first time i had seen the show since the first season. i couldn't believe how typical and lame the singers were..and how gay! i don't know why but the males were so flamboyantly gay, i've never seen it as blatant as that. 18 year old guys whose best friend is the flat iron, dick hugger jeans and a lip pout worse then zoolander. we all had to agree though, sometimes i think simon cowell cracks under pressure, but most of the time this guy has a point. pretty much everything he says i agree with. i can't believe how the audience will boo him, or shun him, i mean simon is making complete sense. he's going by the rules of the big market recording industry. there was this one guy who came on, emaciated as hell ( he probably starved himself when he know he would be on tv) and simon said, "you look like you've been locked in a room for ages, you have pale skin..skinny..shaggy hair- i don't see a recording artist". yeah..well he was exactly right but the crowd starts booing. blah whatever.