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Mood:
I have all the time in the World
arg... can't focus today. Don't know why. Just sit here staring at the computer, playing with the Web sites, but not really looking at them...
bleah this sucks.
gotta take the car in for a couple more repairs so it'll pass the emissions test. ugh, no money
wasted time finding my spot. supposedly it tells me where I would just love to go live until I die. Its responses were in order:
Little Rock, Arkansas
Portland, Oregon
Albequerque, New Mexico
Baltimore, Maryland
Hartford, Conneticut
Providence, Rhode Island
I don't understand why LA isn't on this list. That's whack, LA is my town. From the crime to the smog to the beaches I'm too nervous to visit to the "Look unless you're tied to Tom Cruise or Tom Hanks somehow, you're not anyone." attitude, this is obviously where I belong.
Negative reinforcement does a lot for me. Trent Reznor came by and lived in the Tate mansion for a year and decided he hated LA so much he created The Downward Spiral. Tool, possibly the World's Greatest Band (tm), is based in LA, and they went and wrote a song about drowning LA and starting over in Arizona.
One of my pet peeves is people who move out to LA for whatever bitch-ass reason and then spend their entire time whining and bitching about how this place sucks, there's no soul, no heart, no weather, no rhythm.
"Used to be a bunch of assholes that lived in the part of the building here. But we systematically removed them like you would any kind of termite or roach."
Maynard James Keenan, off of Opiate.
Well Fuck You. My bitch-ass reason for moving the 30 miles into LA was that I kinda figured it was what I was gonna do since I was young enough to understand that I didn't actually live in LA. There's a ton of stuff that I love about Fullerton, but OC's really only a good place to live if you're fucking rich or an orange.
I don't have to find a ton of stuff to love about Los Angeles, I just love it. People have attitude up the wazzoo (what/where exactly is the wazzoo? anybody?) but are too PC to cop to it. So they just roll their eyes when you go to the corner in Starbucks and add a half cup of milk to your three shots of espresso. I love that no one really knows how to drive, it makes everyone more cautious cause you either car insurance and are afraid of getting screwed, or you don't have car insurance and you're already screwed. In the past three days all of the people who cut me off or rode my ass for only driving five to eight miles over the speed limit have all had licence plates from another state. We know how to fucking drive, OK? It's you screwy people from other states that muck it all up.
I like that people think they are so fucking cool that you really have to work at entertaining them. It means that not every little shit with a loud mouth will invariably get his time on stage. You have to have bought and sold your soul half a dozen times easy before you have a prayer of seeing the stage. That's how we know you actually mean it.
It's altogether possible that the dirty, thick, sea-level air have made my lungs stronger. Smoggy days don't bother me at all. Fresh clean air at anything over 3000 feet starts making me feel like there is a fist squeezing each lung.
Everyone wants to be someone else, except for the ignored multitudes that are just trying to get by, being themselves. You'll never see them in movies. Hang out at Broadway and Slauson between 5 and 6 pm. You'll see them. You'll see the down and out bums at Main and 7th, the jewellers fighting tooth and nail to stay in business at Hill and 3rd. Training Day gave one of the best snapshots of LA i've seen in ages. But if you really want to track something down that doesn't get blind sided by it's own story, find Mi Vida Loca.
I know there's tons of areas I'm not even going into - Silverlake, the actual streets of Hollywood (you will never see what living one block of Hollywood Bl is *actually* like), the West Side, but that's because they're people. It's a little redundant. Each area has it's own bits that's just like a little town unto itself and they're connected by strip malls and freeways. This is just fucking awesome to me.
Urban sprawl indeed. LA has had the luxury of space and has utilized it. Big fucking deal.
So the weather. I do NOT understand people who have the gall to come all the way out here from whatever frozen hellhole they were born in and then they spend their time correcting *MY* perceptions of weather. MY weather is perfectly reasonable and makes some goddamned sense. YOUR weather takes every concievable extreme and pushes it to insane proportions. IT'S WHY YOU MOVED HERE, REMEMBER? Or it's why the founders of your University moved here. Or it's why Hollywood is located here.
If there is water in the air, moving in a downward motion and seems to have originated from cloud above me, it's fucking *RAINING* Do NOT give me the bullSHIT of "oh this isn't really a storm. You don't know a storm." I fucking know what a storm is you stupid weather-elitist dipshit. What we might go through might not be as crazy or fucked up as the shit you moved away from, but precipitation is fucking precipitation, ok?
If it's cold enough that I start shivering, then it's COLD, dammit. It's doesn't have to be icing outside for me to decide that maybe bundling up is in my best interests. Same for when I start sweating just from sitting around. That means it's warming up, and possibly getting Hot.
We don't have seasons? Well, maybe if our senses were so dulled that we needed a sledgehammer to notice the world around us every other month, we might think that the seasons around here were non-existant too. Every month has its own smells and colors, not to mention flavors and sounds. The flowers along the freeways are already so eye-poppingly bright it sometimes feels like they know something I don't. The birds started singing a couple of hours before dawn in mid-February.
The fires started already in Joshua tree a few weeks ago. Over the next six weeks they'll be moving closer and closer to LA. Depending on how much more wetness we'll get and how stupid people are the fires can potentially go all the way to the coast again. The smell from that is just unbelievable. This summer is looking to be dry, so the fires in LA County, I figure, will start early in July and hold out through September.
The spring fruits are arriving early, tricked into growing by a dry winter. But they still grew in cold temperatures. Give the avacadoes about another month, the mangoes and guavas maybe another six to eight weeks.
Next fall I don't know what the rain will be like, but if it's normal and creeps in by November (accompanied by the requisite knee-jerk overreaction by our local weathermen and their latest Storm Watch 2002!!!!) It might just destroy even more superexpensive houses that sit on the bluffs above PCH. That's one of the funniest things about living here. How much people lie to themselves about how inexorable and undeniable nature is. Well fuck them too. Let them move back to Indiana or wherever they think "the earth don't move."
ah... I think I've worked most of that out. I should probably go back to earning my keep.
Ænima
Tool
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three-ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your Prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
and bullshit three-ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
stupid shit, silly shit...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it oughta be.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Cause I'm praying for rain
I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it come down.
Fuck it down, suck it down, flush it down.
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate(rpt)
bleah this sucks.
gotta take the car in for a couple more repairs so it'll pass the emissions test. ugh, no money
wasted time finding my spot. supposedly it tells me where I would just love to go live until I die. Its responses were in order:
Little Rock, Arkansas
Portland, Oregon
Albequerque, New Mexico
Baltimore, Maryland
Hartford, Conneticut
Providence, Rhode Island
I don't understand why LA isn't on this list. That's whack, LA is my town. From the crime to the smog to the beaches I'm too nervous to visit to the "Look unless you're tied to Tom Cruise or Tom Hanks somehow, you're not anyone." attitude, this is obviously where I belong.
Negative reinforcement does a lot for me. Trent Reznor came by and lived in the Tate mansion for a year and decided he hated LA so much he created The Downward Spiral. Tool, possibly the World's Greatest Band (tm), is based in LA, and they went and wrote a song about drowning LA and starting over in Arizona.
One of my pet peeves is people who move out to LA for whatever bitch-ass reason and then spend their entire time whining and bitching about how this place sucks, there's no soul, no heart, no weather, no rhythm.
"Used to be a bunch of assholes that lived in the part of the building here. But we systematically removed them like you would any kind of termite or roach."
Maynard James Keenan, off of Opiate.
Well Fuck You. My bitch-ass reason for moving the 30 miles into LA was that I kinda figured it was what I was gonna do since I was young enough to understand that I didn't actually live in LA. There's a ton of stuff that I love about Fullerton, but OC's really only a good place to live if you're fucking rich or an orange.
I don't have to find a ton of stuff to love about Los Angeles, I just love it. People have attitude up the wazzoo (what/where exactly is the wazzoo? anybody?) but are too PC to cop to it. So they just roll their eyes when you go to the corner in Starbucks and add a half cup of milk to your three shots of espresso. I love that no one really knows how to drive, it makes everyone more cautious cause you either car insurance and are afraid of getting screwed, or you don't have car insurance and you're already screwed. In the past three days all of the people who cut me off or rode my ass for only driving five to eight miles over the speed limit have all had licence plates from another state. We know how to fucking drive, OK? It's you screwy people from other states that muck it all up.
I like that people think they are so fucking cool that you really have to work at entertaining them. It means that not every little shit with a loud mouth will invariably get his time on stage. You have to have bought and sold your soul half a dozen times easy before you have a prayer of seeing the stage. That's how we know you actually mean it.
It's altogether possible that the dirty, thick, sea-level air have made my lungs stronger. Smoggy days don't bother me at all. Fresh clean air at anything over 3000 feet starts making me feel like there is a fist squeezing each lung.
Everyone wants to be someone else, except for the ignored multitudes that are just trying to get by, being themselves. You'll never see them in movies. Hang out at Broadway and Slauson between 5 and 6 pm. You'll see them. You'll see the down and out bums at Main and 7th, the jewellers fighting tooth and nail to stay in business at Hill and 3rd. Training Day gave one of the best snapshots of LA i've seen in ages. But if you really want to track something down that doesn't get blind sided by it's own story, find Mi Vida Loca.
I know there's tons of areas I'm not even going into - Silverlake, the actual streets of Hollywood (you will never see what living one block of Hollywood Bl is *actually* like), the West Side, but that's because they're people. It's a little redundant. Each area has it's own bits that's just like a little town unto itself and they're connected by strip malls and freeways. This is just fucking awesome to me.
Urban sprawl indeed. LA has had the luxury of space and has utilized it. Big fucking deal.
So the weather. I do NOT understand people who have the gall to come all the way out here from whatever frozen hellhole they were born in and then they spend their time correcting *MY* perceptions of weather. MY weather is perfectly reasonable and makes some goddamned sense. YOUR weather takes every concievable extreme and pushes it to insane proportions. IT'S WHY YOU MOVED HERE, REMEMBER? Or it's why the founders of your University moved here. Or it's why Hollywood is located here.
If there is water in the air, moving in a downward motion and seems to have originated from cloud above me, it's fucking *RAINING* Do NOT give me the bullSHIT of "oh this isn't really a storm. You don't know a storm." I fucking know what a storm is you stupid weather-elitist dipshit. What we might go through might not be as crazy or fucked up as the shit you moved away from, but precipitation is fucking precipitation, ok?
If it's cold enough that I start shivering, then it's COLD, dammit. It's doesn't have to be icing outside for me to decide that maybe bundling up is in my best interests. Same for when I start sweating just from sitting around. That means it's warming up, and possibly getting Hot.
We don't have seasons? Well, maybe if our senses were so dulled that we needed a sledgehammer to notice the world around us every other month, we might think that the seasons around here were non-existant too. Every month has its own smells and colors, not to mention flavors and sounds. The flowers along the freeways are already so eye-poppingly bright it sometimes feels like they know something I don't. The birds started singing a couple of hours before dawn in mid-February.
The fires started already in Joshua tree a few weeks ago. Over the next six weeks they'll be moving closer and closer to LA. Depending on how much more wetness we'll get and how stupid people are the fires can potentially go all the way to the coast again. The smell from that is just unbelievable. This summer is looking to be dry, so the fires in LA County, I figure, will start early in July and hold out through September.
The spring fruits are arriving early, tricked into growing by a dry winter. But they still grew in cold temperatures. Give the avacadoes about another month, the mangoes and guavas maybe another six to eight weeks.
Next fall I don't know what the rain will be like, but if it's normal and creeps in by November (accompanied by the requisite knee-jerk overreaction by our local weathermen and their latest Storm Watch 2002!!!!) It might just destroy even more superexpensive houses that sit on the bluffs above PCH. That's one of the funniest things about living here. How much people lie to themselves about how inexorable and undeniable nature is. Well fuck them too. Let them move back to Indiana or wherever they think "the earth don't move."
ah... I think I've worked most of that out. I should probably go back to earning my keep.
Ænima
Tool
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three-ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your Prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
and bullshit three-ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
stupid shit, silly shit...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it oughta be.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim. (rpt)
Cause I'm praying for rain
I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it come down.
Fuck it down, suck it down, flush it down.
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate(rpt)
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