Welp..

I didn't think anyone actually read this and I didn't feel that I had anything exciting to say so I stopped updating. But recently on my formspring, someone asked when I was going to update it so I figured why not.

Well, I have moved into a new place. My house in the valley was just too much to handle. The guys are awesome but are guys, and three or more of them at that. It was just too messy and too loud ALL the time. I don't mind weekends or anything like that but everyday is too much. So I found a new roommate on craigslist. Her name is Elyse, she is 18 and blonde and my complete opposite. But it's working out fine so far. So my move was incredibly stressful. I came back from WA the day before I had to get all my stuff out and into the new place. Pervy landlords and shitty friends did not help the situation much. But at the last minute, my friend Ron volunteered to help me move and to let me use his truck. Thank you Ron.

My family and I are on better terms for the most part. They were pretty upset with me recently and had somewhat banned me from their lives. But around Easter I was welcomed back into the circle and they decided they loved me again.

Two days ago I got into a really bad hit and run. The guy ran a stop sign and hit me doing probably around 50 mph. I was doing 15 SINCE WE WERE IN A NEIGHBORHOOD AND CROSSING AN INTERSECTION and he smashed into my front left side. He hit me so hard that red paint chips from his pick up truck got inside of my car through the open window. He then sped off. I tried to chase him but my car started smoking and I had to stop. I stopped at a corner, opened my door and started crying while half way leaning out. I seriously could have been killed. A bunch of people came out of their houses and up to my car to ask me if I was ok and someone called the cops. This piece of shit bitchy cunt police officer came to "help" me but just gave me attitude the whole time because she "usually doesn't do this but they were short on officers". Well this accident of mine led to a fight with my parents. Their concern was that they were leacing to New Orleans the next day and I was supposed to go to their house everyday and feed the cat/dog, take out trash, etc. Now how on earth was I going to do this since I had no car?! This put a serious damper on their vacation, nevermind my entire life. I asked to use one of their cars but I "get in too many accidents for them to trust me with one of their cars." Bummer that all those accidents have been hit and runs and never my fault. Since January I have been in two moving hit and runs, and have returned to my parked car twice and had it beat up.

Another stress was my puppy issue. I had a deposit on a dog, everything went wrong then it got fixed then it got even worse. So I had to take back my deposit and find a new breeder. I did that and now have to take a drive in a week or two to pick out my puppy. His name will be Bishop and he is a blue merle Australian Shepherd.

All of this was on top of some very recently suffered heart ache. I don't want to go into details but I basically met the guy of my dreams and had an amazing week and then had it all flushed away.

With the car accident and the lack of money since I also had to pay a $1000 ticket a few weeks ago, the chances of me going to Rainfest have dropped. I don't know if I can still make it out there.

Basically my life is incredibly stressful right now. Sergio my ex bf is in town for three days before he gets sent to Afghanistan so I am taking him to get tattooed at Ink Money tattoo in Venice. While their I got asked a ton about my arm and met one guy who had definite potential to be my local tattoo artist. I looked at his portfolio and he had wild stuff with pelicans and fish and deer and top hats. I was super into it. So that's the good news. Bryce and Bone Dance will be here this weekend and I am looking forward to seeing them and having them stay at my new place with Elyse and I. I'm just trying to keep my head up and as people have been telling me, stay "posi".

I live in the Valley now..

So I have officially left the nest. This weekend I moved into a three bedroom apartment with three dudes. They are all music majors and I'm stoked on that there are around 20 guitars sitting in this living room alone. Living with guys is easier in my mind. Girls are dramatic and exaggerate too much. You cant say, "Hey pick that shit up" to a girl. But to a guy, it's not so much of an issue.

Today I cleaned the entire kitchen and one of the bathrooms (the one I am sharing). Jesus what a mess. Dudes are so gross. That's my only worry pretty much. I like shit to be clean. My hands smell like bleach.

My mattress was supposed to be delivered today but the guy messed up my order so he ruined my life.

Come visit me!

Life is too hectic

So for the past month I have been on the hunt for a roommate. Why is it so hard to find a normal person who wants to move out of their parent's house and into one of their own? Don't people recognize the benefits? I understand money is an issue but caaam aaawwwn! Tonight I actually joined a roommate finder website thing, but I am pretty skeptical. Knowing my luck, I'll probably only get a response from creeps! I did receive a phone call tonight though from a guy named Max, kid from one of my classes last semester, saying that his roommate bailed on him and he needs someone. Problem is he lives in Van Nuys. I told him to think about Hollywood at least as a mid point and he agreed to sleep on it. This could be good.

Things have been ok for me. I decided that as soon as I get out of my dad's house, I'm getting a puppy. I just really want someone to love me and something that I can cuddle with. I want this little sucker to be totally dependent and in love with me. And, I'm gonna name it Judge. It's gonna be way too cute. I hate how lonely I've been feeling though. But that's life! I guess I've gotta stop looking for stuff and wait for it to just come to me.

Stuck

Well it looks like I'm not really going anywhere. Not for now at least. Idaho was a bust. I'm sorry but Boise is not a city. I mean, it was nice...but I just wasn't vibing with the place like I do Bremerton. So for now I'm staying in LA. I do want to move out ASAP though so if anyone needs a roommate, just tell me. I've been working like mad lately and hardly going out except to the occasional show. This Thursday I will be heading up to Santa Cruz to finish my tattoo with Adam so I'm stoked on that. Then when I get back, Forfeit from NY will be here in Los Angeles so I will get to hang with those guys. I haven't seen them since September or October so that should be good too.

Life is pretty plain right now.

Idaho here I come

I'm back in California and stuff has been insanely hectic. As of a few days ago, I decided that instead of going to Washington I would be moving to Boise, Idaho. After my second roommate from WA bailed on me, I was pretty worried. That night that I found out, I went out with my good friend Jeremy and talked to him about the situation. He responded by telling me that maybe it was a sign that I shouldn't move to Bremerton since all these things kept happening. I then told him that I had been thinking about Idaho and he said it wasn't a bad idea. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I might actually do it. I had been playing with the idea for about a month or so, but didn't think I would actually do it since Bremerton was so "sure". Next thing I know, I'm driving to Idaho this weekend to check it out. And better yet, Jarryn is coming with me! If she likes it, she may move with me. This would be absolutely amazing. I know a few people in Idaho, but only one of them is even remotely important to me, so to have Jarryn in Boise with me would just add so much to the whole adventure. Now I am just trying to make as much money as possible before I move. It didn't help that my boss thought I was returning from Argentina the 20th and not the 10th so I wasn't scheduled. But it's ok because I always figure this stuff out and already have. Now all I want to do is start a band.

Back kind of..

So my last relaxed night in Uruguay did not end up relaxed at all. We had a pool party in the hotel. Simple as that. When my cousin and I walked back to the hotel from our uncle's house, we planned on swimming a little and getting some much needed rest. But we walk in and who do we see sipping beers but the Americans and a couple of the hotel worker guys. So we say, "Hello, we are going swimming. Join?" They say yes. Pool party was my cousin and I and four other guys all yelling and throwing eachother, towels, chairs into the water. This works well because the pool is stupid small and underground. I will try to get pictures of this from one of the Americans because we are now all facebook friends, of course.

The next morning, we woke up at eleven to try to take advantage of our last days of sunning. We also finally went jet skiing!! It was grossly overpriced though...fifteen minutes for fifty bucks! We got it down to forty dollars which is still totally unreasonable, but said fuck it and climbed on. I drove and I am proud to say that I did not flip us, but I did pass the speed limit that we were told to go at. Meh, the bottom line is we did not die and we got to see a huge fish jump out of the water. Clearly the highlight of the trip. Our Buquebus ride back was awesome. My cousin and I both bought perfumes in the duty free shop(no taxes), and I went to "el carajo" with mine because I spent nearly a bill on it. But hey, I love perfume and I love Dior AND I hadn't bought myself anything this whole trip!

Now I am back in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The hustle and bustle of the city is tiring and somewhat depressing. After so much calm, the grime and smell of exhaust fuel is harsh. Today I was supposed to go to La Boca which is a part of Buenos Aires that is really known for its painted buildings and Tango dancers, with my uncle Mariano but it turns out he left the city and I wont be seeing him. When I found this out I literally started crying. I called him last night at midnight to figure out what time I should meet him and he told me that him and his girlfriend split up. Guess he got so upset over it that he left the city and wouldn't be back until Tuesday. I leave Sunday. This absolutely crushed me. I see my uncle maybe once every three of four years. As a kid, this guy was my hero. I looked up to him and felt like he is my far away big brother. Now I wont get to say goodbye. I know this sounds kind of whiney but I don't really care. I understand why he left, but I also this he is a dick for not waiting one extra day at least to see me. He begged me to forgive him and it's like, how can I not? I forgive the ones I hate, so of course I will forgive the ones I love..BUT I'M STILL MAD.

But life moves on and tomorrow I will go out for the last time with my little cousin. Plaza Francia watch out!

Uruguay is coming to an end

It's my final night in Punta del Este and I've decided to spend it relaxing around the house rather than going out and partying. It's been daily naps at the beach and pool with the exception of today due to an overcast sky. I'm kind of happy that we are leaving though because I'm some what homesick and getting very anxious about all the work I need to do before I move to Washington in February.

My cousin and I met some American's two nights ago when we were returning from our dinner with our Uncle. We got to our hotel and decided we would try to score some free drinks at the bar with the guys who work there. I saw a couple guys and heard one speaking english so I asked if they were going to have a drink with us. They were just as stoked as I was that there was another english speaking person in the room. These guys, Brent and Alex, ending up being really cool and funny so my cousin and I accepted their invitation to hit the streets and go to a local bar called Moby Dick. We all sat at the bar and started drinking. Five drinks later, we were all stumbling out of the bar and yelling crazy things like, "no boom boom, just yum yum" and talking mad smack to thirteen year olds with 32 oz. in their hands. They dropped us off back at our hotel safe and sound. This is where the adventure starts. Now, keep in mind it is almost five in the morning and we are in a hotel with no food. I begged them for snacks and I got two slices of wonderbread. Delicious but not enough. I wanted cereal and yogurt and decided no risk was to great in order to get these delicacies. Running onto the street and heading towards the local supermarket called "Disco", a car drives by so I yell, "take us to the market!!!" Car pulls over, so we get in. It's ok, hitch hiking is relatively normal here. Well he takes us to the market and I grab a bunch of ceral and stuff, eat it all and go to sleep.

The next day, yesterday, my cousin and I went to the beach but left after twenty minutes because we were hungover, wanted water/nutrients and because there were way too many jellyfish shits in the water and I did not want my highlight of the vacation to be some kid squatting over me giving me the old golden shower to save me from the pain. Days and nights go pretty much the same here. Sun and fun followed by night time alcohol consumption. We headed back to the hotel to shower up for dinner with our uncle when the night started getting crazy. In the middle of my shower, my cousin starts yelling, "Boluda, the bathroom is flooding!" This bathroom flood was no joke. I don't mean the floor was wet or moist or some pussy water problem like that, there was a good two inches of water lapping againt the bathroom walls. On opening the door, we see that the carpet is sopping wet and reaches to about half the hotel room. Bar runs our into the lobby in her bikini yelling that our hotel room is flooding while I try to rinse the conditioned out of my hair as fast as humanly possible. Well Christian and Jorge come to our rescue and move us two floors up. It was a mess and Barbi's toothbrush got lost in the storm.

The Americans and us met up with a couple of the guys who saved us earlier and decided to go out. We crammed all six of us into a tiny piece of shit french Peugot that had techno blaring out of the speakers; and headed to "La Barra" which is a strip in Uruguay thats just bars. Everyone had on white shirts and none of us understood why. We ended up in the emptiest bar of the all, Indie Bar, and sat down outside where we could people watch. The man who served us looked like he used to be a cowboy. He had a pot belly and a white mustache which both really complemented the bottle of Sauza he was carting around and generously pouring into our glasses. I refused because Sauza is the devil and it will never touch my lips again. The whole evening went really well and the guys were all such gentlemen paying for everything and carrying my cousin on their backs because she cant walk in heels. We got back to the hotel and were all gonna go swimming apparently, but as we pull up the two dudes who work there say they gotta get going. This is when a car pulls up near us and my cousin says something like "oooo boys" so we walk hand in hand to this VW Golf and next thing we know we are all hugging and yelling into the night. Then we hear, "Bye!!" and look and it's all the guys that we had originally come with. What's going on?! Well they all left us because they got mad. Sucks for them. Bar and I left the guys in the car, saying that we didn't want them to come to the hotel with us and that they should just accept the few minutes of life they had with us. What do they do but show up fifteen minutes later at the hotel, where we were conveniently still in the lobby talking to our hotel friends. We fucking freaked. What were they thinking? Well the guy who worked there got them to leave when we gave him "help us" eyes so it all worked out. We headed up stairs at seven in the morning and slept until four in the afternoon because of the lack of sunlight. When we woke up, I realized how fucked up we had been to our American and hotel gentlemen escorts and started to feel bad. But it's ok because karma (plus vodka) made the world right by turning my GI tract into liquid. All is well that ends well.

Tomorrow I leave this country where people breathe money, at least during the summer, and head back to dirty BA for a couple days. Then it's home sweet home where I will get to sport my new $400 winter coat that my Uncle bought me. Now all I need is my Fred Perry shirt and I have achieved my clothing goals as of now.

I had to have one picture of me at the beach.

Uruguay

I have been in Uruguay for the past three days now. Thanks to my wealthy uncle, my entire trip here has been paid for. To get into this country, my younger cousin and I took the Buquebus, which is basically a gigantic ferry (also the fastest in the world apparently) for three hours and then took a two hour busride to Punta del Este. We've got our own hotel room but it's pretty lacking in beauty so we spend our time either by the water or at my uncle's place.

We spent out first day here on the beach, our pale white skin glaring in comparrison to the regulars who were spread out on the sand. The water was beautiful but I was pretty nervous because it's full of jellyfish. I would just make somone pee on me, but it's still not something I really want to have to go through. I wish the internet wasn't so slow because I would love to post some pictures of the beach up but, alas it is not working! Later that night I went swimming in our 24 hour ridiculously overheated pool, while my cousin went out with a friend of hers who was also here. It's pathetic but my fear of sharks is so serious that i was even scared in the pool. I mean, those shadows could potentially be gaping mouths full of jagged teeth...right?

We woke up at 11:30 on Saturday and headed straight to my uncle's pool. So gorgeous. Well, when you sit by the water from 12 to 6, you're kinda guaranteed to get sunburned. Badly. Thankfully, I put sunscreen on three times where as my cousin only did once. Jokes on her 'cause she looks like a lobster while I look like a shrimp. That underboob burnage does not feel nice though when you hop into the shower at night though.

There are only two things in this world, ok make it three, that I will wake up stupidly early for and not bitch about. Christmas morning, fishing, and horseback riding. Today I got to do the last one. Ok, it wasn't that early...but 9:40 on a Sunday after going to sleep at 4 is pretty fucking early. My horse was named Lobito, which means little wolf. He had a bad attitude but we bonded and he listened to me after a little petting and fly swatting. A good friend of mine once told me that there are two types of girls in the world; those that love horses and those that don't. I am the first one. I freakin' love those mammals. I think it's so cool that a human can bond with such a large animal, I mean come on it's kinda magical.

The weather right now is hot but overcast so I'm contemplating hitting the beach or not. If I do, I'm renting a fuckin jet ski.

This should have been posted days ago but I had no internet...

Well, it's now officially 2010. I hope that everyone had a lot of fun and if you don't remember the night, that you didn't wake up somewhere unpleasant. The past few days have been mostly filled with food and sleep in the sunshine and socializing and bar hopping at night. A few nights ago I went out to dinner with my mother, aunt Greta and her boyfriend Santiago. I was exhausted at dinner and just sat there pretty silent the entire night but, I did get to eat meat (finally). We talked a lot about some issues that my aunt and uncle have been having with each other, mostly centered around my aunt's boyfriend and I guess my uncle's dislike of him. Then it ends up my grandma has been kind of harsh on Greta as well because she isn't home as often anymore. I'm tempted to talk to my uncle about this but I don't really like getting involved in other people's drama. That night ended in a police station.

I got up to use the bathroom and when I came back my mom asked me, "Did you take my purse to the bathroom with you?" to which I responded, "No..." My mother then jumped up and yelled, "They stole my purse!" I thought she was just being old and alzhemeristic and it was beneath the table but no, it ends up she did indeed get robbed. Now, you have to be careful with your stuff here because people will swipe anything they can but who would have thought that on the terrace of a nice restaurant...mmmf it was a definite downer. The loss totaled out to be about 400 pesos, an address book with all the information of every single contact, house keys, cedula, visa card, cell phone and some random make-up, bullshit ,etc. We left the scene of the crime and went to the nearest police station to report the robbery because to get a new cedula, you need some kind of print out to prove you were robbed. After that, we went home where I got super anxious and thought I was gonna puke everywhere.

The next night I headed to my friend Pilar's house where we met up with an old friend Cata and another girl named Ana (??) who looked pissed off the entire time. I watched them plan a trip through Argentina and ate lots of cookies. I seriously stuff my face daily, especially when people walk out of a room and leave me with a bag of chips. After Cata and bitchy girl left, Pili and I headed to a trendy Indian restaurant where we met up with her friend Delfina. This place was absolutely packed and people were hanging out of doorways and spilling out onto the side walk surrounding the pub. After seeing that there was no chance of a table clearing up, we walked back to the car to find another place to grub. Something that I hate about Buenos Aires is that when you want to park your car on the street, there will be a couple of big dudes standing there who tell you where to park. Sounds ok until they charge you five bucks for the spot. These guys aren't employed by anyone, they just charge at will. And you have to pay, or else they will WRECK your car. It's really fucked but I guess it's a dog eat dog world. Anyways, we found a place to eat called "Polite" or something silly and filled our bellies. Pili's friend named Sven was in town from Switzerland so he met up with us at Polite and drank a beer. His name was not really Sven but I cant remember it so I will refer to him as so.

We all headed back to the Indian pub/restaurant to drink and hang. This is where the night changed course. We buy a pitched of Gin and Tonic and split it amongst us four. To the left of me, I see a group of maybe six heavily tattooed guys all checking out my arm and giving me "eyes". The thing is that good tattoos here are very uncommon, and I don't wanna brag but my arm is bad ass (thank you Adam Barton). People get the stupidest, shittiest tattoos here. For example I met someone with a Ferrari horse on his back and I've seen about sixty girls with stars. Anyways, Pili knows I dig these guys so she openly says, "They wanna see your arm" and I turn around. We talk, blah blah blah ends up they are all tattoo artists and try to talk to me English. Whatever. Us original four grab a table in the corner and finish our pitcher. Tattoo company sits near us but we are not socializing. After convincing the group, Pili and I get up and order another pitcher of Gin and Tonic. Lot's of minor details later, Sven and Delfina (who is a complete sweetheart) leave and somehow Pili and I merge tables with Tattoo Crew. One guy wants to buy me a drink and after refusing for a bit, I let him get me another Gin and Tonic since the bar was out of limes and couldn't make me the drink I really wanted. This was a BIG drink and I was kinda intimidated but whatever. This ended in me getting really anxious upon finishing the drink and making myself throw up to prevent the onset of drunken-ness. I walked up to the bathroom, tied my hair back and handled business. Throwing up was so not bad for once, that it made me consider bulimia for a split second.

After heading back down the stairs away from the toilet and towards the bar, I got stopped by a random guy who shoved a piece of paper into my hand. After I gave him a puzzled face, he fessed up and told me it was his number. I said "ok thanks" and walked away giggling like a Japanese school girl. Back at the table I noticed that this guy who bought me the drink (Diego), is not drinking. I ask, "Are you straightedge?" and he says yes. What are the chances. You see, the hardcore scene is TINY in this country so for me to bump into someone who had anything remotely in common with me music wise is insane. We spat out band names like there was no tomorrow and ended up being besties. We all left the bar around four in the morning and walked bikes to houses and stuff. The guys all had fixed gears (figures) and the night was warm so being outside was nice. I slept really poorly that night because I have weird issues about music playing while I try to sleep and crap like that so I left my place of rest and took a cab back to my grandma's house in Belgrano. It was hella early (7AM) and since the keys had been changed to the apartment since my moms purse got jacked, I was locked out. Luckily for me I saw my grandmother waiting outside for a cab so I quickened my pace from a stride to a run and literally grabbed her arm and she was getting into the taxi. She opened the door for me and I just sat on the couch watching terribly dubbed TV and eating medialunas.

I cant really talk about the next night without incriminating myself or my cousin, which she explicitly asked me not to do, so I wont. But her and I went out at midnight, got home at 5 AM and went to sleep.

This leads us up to almost current time. Last night was New Year's Eve/Day and Argentina partys way harder than L.A. After a family dinner, clinking of glasses and a ritualistic consumption of pan dulce, my cousin Bar and I walked a few blocks to a her friend Lau's house where all the girls were meeting up. We were then driven by Lau's parent's friend Diego, who is a total creep/rapist/freak who turns forty in a few months and is trying to bang all five of the underage girls I was with, to El Parke Centenario. He grossed me out so hard and I refused to sit next to him in the car. Anyways, this park was supposed to be a complete rager with music and fireworks and lots of drugs. We get there and it was pretty empty. I am disappointed. We shine off a few bottles of fizzy strawberry girly pink stuff, the girls eat some brownies, smoke a joint or two and pee in the grass. Once this is all done, the park is FULL of people. Age groups I say would be about 15-27 maybe? Well it was really packed and we kept running into people that the girls knew and had to stop every five minutes to say hi and hug and kiss and drool over each other. Even though the place was crawling with kids, nothing was really happening. My group was pissed at this lack of party-ness and spent the next five hours wandering and getting wasted until the sun came up and we took the bus home. I should add that it probably would have been more fun if we had participated in the dancing and bonfire worship along with other weird hippy shit. But all in all it was a pretty hectically chill night if that makes any sense. Even though I drank, I didn't even get buzzed so I have decided that my tolerance is much higher than I thought it would be considering, again, that I don't drink in LA.

After getting home, my cousin and I sat in the kitchen and consumed everything around us. She ate some nasty mayo covered peas and carrot bullshit, pan dulce, cereal and bread while I ate toast, yogurt, cereal and weird bread too. Oh and rice cakes. Clearly I crave carbs at any hour, any day. Finally getting into bed at 7 AM, we slept deeply until 4 this afternoon. I was supposed to go out with Diego today but instead I came home to pack my dufflebag for my trip to Uruguay which begins tomorrow, and to write all this down. I can not wait to be laying on a beach, soaking up the warm summer sun while all you suckers in the US are freezing in the rain and snow.