Tattoo!

Okay, so there it is. It was a quick hour, with a lovely lady named Megan. I can't recommend her enough. The staff at Picture Machine is great, good music friendly atmosphere. I will right more about it later. Now, It is time for bed.

Good night.

To all of you

who think that I might get a tattoo on my face, you can sleep soundly. My face will be unscathed. The bags and wrinkles will have to do for now. However, I am going to get one this week. It will be a griffin or a pair of griffins. It might look something like this: It will be hidden, for the most part. I have liked this creature for sometime without really knowing why or where I gained exposure to it. I wasn't one of those kids who were heavy into fantasy, and no I don't play World of Warcraft. I will let you do the research on what it means, because the meaning wouldn't really have influenced my decision. It's not a Chinese character. So there you have it, I hope you are all rest assured, and hopefully in the future can get my humor (Mom). I love ya though. That's it for me tonight boys and girls. Brief fact, I used to be a DJ in college. 89.9 KBGA!

Prepare for the Fight

That's the song I am listening to right now, by The Lovemakers. Anyway, dead tired, young and sick, exhilarated by my boredom. My room is a controlled mess that seems to be looming over my head. Actually, it's not that bad. I can't wait until the humdrum, mundane, and irrelevant things actually become interesting to me. I'm thinking of another tattoo. I think it has been about a year, and that is when the itch gets severe. I was thinking a tiny skull under my left eye. Or maybe a third eye, but not on my forehead, on my chin, that way if I get tired of it then I just don't have to shave. Same band, new song: Is It Alright?

I like pistachios. Courtney Love looks like one of the Olsen twins, you know the one who looks like she is on heroin. A painting still leans against the wall, haven't hung it up yet. The blankets on my bead hate each other. My athlete's foot is gone. Four empty bottles and a coke can. Shoes stepping on each other. Lonely pens and pencils, they have each other but difficult access to paper. I just realized I have a chandelier in my room, très chic.

Bonne nuit, dormez bien, et laissez aller votre imagination folle!

had brunch, bought a playstation 2, stood in the rain for the bus, played said playstation, watched the Lovely bones, went grocery shopping, watched the princess and the frog, took a shower, read a few pages, fell asleep, had a dream that ended with the lines "Fuck the kids, pay the teachers. I've seen Shrek, I know how it is." woke up, wrote this, now back to bed.

Short movies

I found out that a few of my local theaters were showing some of the short movies nominated for Academy Awards and I jumped on the chance. I went down to the Opera Plaza, which by the way is pretty cool place on Van Ness, and saw both of the programs. The first one I watched were the animated shorts and they were generous to include the "highly commended" ones as well. They were all fantastic. I know you all might not want to sit through an hour and a half of short films, but I highly recommend "Logorama." It's a French film that takes a stab with a blunt hammer at showing how corporate America, and especially L.A. has become. Think of a movie with nothing but product placement and you have "Logorama." The second part of my evening was the live action. These were wonderful films marred only by the fact that the couple sitting to my right on the other side of the isle in a tiny theater thought they were sitting in their living room. The oohs and the ahhs were too loud and at one point I think the lady was pointing out the obvious like it was a revelation only she understood. It only took one"SHHHH" to shut them up, thankfully. Great films that show you where the directors, actors, etc all get their start. Still feeling in a cinematic mood, I came home and watched "Crazy Heart." Jeff Brigdes, it seems the character was playing him. Fine acting coupled with beautiful scenery and a musical form that has lost its way some time ago and you have a great movie that isn't overly sincere. Man, movies are wonderful, whether they be short long, live or animated there is something about this art form that has the possibility to incorporate all of the others combined. Next, I think will be the Last Station, White ribbon, The Princess and the Frog (I know it's Disney, but it's on the list.)

I don't know how,

but I made it through the day. Amid messy stomach problems (yeah it was what you think) I made it through fourteen hours of work. I taught for ten and then had LSAT training for a few hours more. Now nausea has set in and I don't really know how to deal with it. I will be making it to bed very shortly. I like Thursdays. I don't have to wake up so early and the students are expecting a movie tomorrow. It will be bittersweet. I am losing most of my students after tomorrow, and then next week I will lose the rest. However, I will gain a whole new class. This weekend, ah this weekend will be grand. I will not do anything I don't want to do. I will move back in time by getting a PS2. That will be another awesome time killer. Then Monday it starts again. I know that these have been downers lately, and I hope that I will be cheered up once my neurons start firing properly once again. I think the most frustrating thing about all of this is the lack of mental capacity. I feel like a moron in the definitive sense of the word. But soon, soon, my friends I will be back in tip top form. Just wait and see. If I can function like a normal human being with little sleep then I can be my abnormal self once again.

I finished another book. That makes seven this year. Next is a classic, Lolita. Any recommendations?

Dustin

Sometimes,

all you need to do is look around and you will see something you have never seen before. This could be in you room, on your block, on your way to work. If you look hard enough you will find something different in that chair across from you, in that tree in the sidewalk, in the person staring at you in the mirror.