think of something

lunular @ 2008-12-03T17:20:00

2008-12-03T22:33:41Z

i haven't written in a long while, feels as though i've been swept up in life's whirlpool.
i've learned alot this year, as its coming to a close. i've learned that i cannot trust so easily, i've learned what it means to be responsible but have not yet acted upon that responsibility, i've learned disappointment, i've learned what is real and what is raw, i've learned that living life in this city is alot harder than people think it is but at the same time easier, i've learned in this city that there is a strict line between rich and poor, you're either on the outskirts or you're in it, i've learned that i am fundamentally against the corporate world and call that immature or punkrock but it will always be true, i've learned what it means to live an uncomfortable life and i do not want to live that sort of life, i've learned that college won't get you everywhere in life-==you get yourself everywhere in life, i feel like i've learned too much and the burden of that lays on my shoulders like the weight of the world--my eyes are big and brown and feel as though i have seen too much too soon but i am still a child.

Anew

2008-03-08T16:40:30Z

Please read my new journal:

ohollie.blogspot.com

lunular @ 2007-10-21T13:14:00

2007-10-21T17:21:54Z

My mom says that Dulce sniffs at my bedroom door in my parents' house every now and so often, wondering where I am. I miss you, too.

ellerijiklerimizin

2007-10-02T17:18:00Z

Louie, Louie
Oh no, me gotta go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, said, ah
Louie, Louie
Oh, baby, me gotta go.

A fine little girl she waits for me
Me catch a ship for cross the sea.
Me sail that ship all alone
Me never think how I make it home.

Ah, Louie, Louie
No, no, no, no, me gotta go.
Oh, no.
Said, Louie, Louie
Oh, baby, said we gotta go.
(indistinct yell in the background)

Three nights and days I sail the sea
Think of girl, oh, constantly.
Ah, on that ship I dream she there
I smell the rose, ah, in her hair.

Ah, Louie, Louie
Oh, no, sayin' we gotta go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, but, ah,
Louie, Louie
Oh, baby, said, we gotta go.
[Yelled] Okay, let's give it to 'em
right now! [instrumental]

Me see Jamaica, ah, moon above.
It won't be long, me see me love.
Take her in my arms again,
I got her; I'll never leave again.

Ah, Louie, Louie
Oh, no, sayin' me gotta go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
But, ah, Louie, Louie
Oh, baby, said, ah, we gotta go.

I said we gotta go now,

Let's get on outta here.

[Yelled] Let's go.

I got into City College

2007-07-19T20:24:55Z

Yes!

Can I get a "Jeez..."

2007-07-13T00:24:16Z

Merriam Webster Collegiate Dictionary to add 100 new words to its 2007 edition, including:

"Smackdown", "Sudoku", and "Telenova".

what's a telenova?

squeak squeak

2007-07-12T22:43:41Z

lunular @ 2007-06-13T18:30:00

2007-06-13T22:29:45Z

The strapping young man on the far right is my great-grandpa Alfonso, a full-blooded Mexican.

Found Memories

2007-06-12T02:23:07Z

My friends live in Bedstuy, Brooklyn, and walking down the street after a party one night, my friend and I noticed a box full of notebooks and albums put out on the sidewalk. Being the nosy scavenger I am, I decided to forage in the box and see what I could find. "Please let there be photographs somewhere in here," I thought to myself. My wishes came true.
Not only did I find photographs, I found literally hundreds of photographs. And hundreds of negatives. And notes, and letters. All in a big, disorganized box. I walked back to my friend's house, box of photos in hand. My excitement seemed to pass over their heads, as I do not think they completely understood my general enthusiasm for photographs found on the street and in random places.
As I sifted through the box, inebriated and exhausted, I marveled at my good fortune! I found that these photos all belonged to a grandmother (Grandma Townsend) who had probably over ten grandchildren, and who unfortunately must have died recently. There are so many photos which I have to scan, and these will come within the next week.
The photo posted here is one that I found the next day as I passed down the same street. The box that I found the photo-box in was gone. This was floating down the sidewalk on that muggy day:

Grandma, i believe, is the one on the right.

lunular @ 2007-06-03T21:11:00

2007-06-04T01:16:41Z

hey people, do you want a tattoo and want someone to draw it for you? or if you have an idea, an exercise for me to draw, that would be cool too! just post it here and i'll try to post your ideas back here when i'm done in the future. most likely. like, put anything, i just want to draw things...that's about all there is to it.

Job!

2007-05-24T21:31:38Z

I got a J-O-B waitressing at Panchito's in the East Village between Bleecker and MacDougal.

NICE

A new Palette Knife painting of GUESS WHO

2007-05-17T02:23:22Z

Only done in palette knife using acrylics, so that's why it looks all rough. We weren't allowed to use a paintbrush

:)

Kobayashi Issa's haiku's

2007-05-02T03:47:57Z

are amazing
Ari took me to a yoga bookstore and I happened to just open a book "the zen of drawing" and I opened to this one page and there was a beautiful haiku that I memorized the moment I read it because I thought it was so true and reflected this fleeting world we live in
"This dewdrop universe
Just a dewdrop
And yet,
and yet..."
Although not a true haiku (due to syllable count) in english because it is translated, it is still haiku in japanese.

www.haikuguy.com/issa
some of them are funny because they are translated
here are some more that i like:

mountain cherry blossoms--
hair decoration
for a bald man

a summer cloudburst--
scratches
my itch

why
such careful consideration
snail?

they stop sniffing
and go their separate ways...
lover cats

all spattered
with bird shit...
the willow tree

the toddlers
put them in sake cups...
lotus blossoms

all the baby spiders
scatter
to make a living

cats yowling
separated by a wall--
tragic lovers

Sir Horse's fart
wafting over...
blooming bush clover

"My lover
is at Mount Sarashina!"
the goose flies north

lamplight makes
for a lovely night...
croaking frogs

pipe in my mouth--
smoking's allowed here
by my gate's willow

so love-crazed
he even chases a chicken...
tomcat

the big cat
worn out from lovemaking
snores

spring peace--
a mouse licking up
Sumida River

nightingale--
his rain-drenched
morning voice

from his hole
the snake pokes his head...
the cat slaps it

turning 'round
just missing a pretty woman...
willow tree

imaginaaaaaaaaation, imaginaaaaation

2007-03-26T02:39:45Z

Done using Adobe illustrator CS

A Peaceful Himalayan Cat..

2007-03-21T01:32:27Z

Done in painting class

the beagle's howl prevails

2007-03-15T19:29:50Z

(AP) A young beagle stranded on a mountain ledge proved a bark can be better than a bite by repeatedly howling until help arrived.

A six-man team from the Blount County Fire Department trekked two hours through thick undergrowth on Tuesday to reach a ridge 30 feet above the dog near the Foothills Parkway, bordering the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

Then firefighter John Matlock rappelled down to the foot-wide ledge where the dog was stranded, overlooking a sheer drop of about 125 feet below.

Matlock tucked the pooch in a red bag and, with help from his fellow firefighters, brought the dog back to the top. The beagle was thin and thirsty but OK.

A group of cheerleaders from Heritage High School had camped across the highway the night before and complained they couldn't get any sleep because of the dog's howls.

After watching the rescue, they did what cheerleaders do. They cheered.

The dog's owner, Katie Wilkinson of Walland, claimed the dog Wednesday after he had been taken to an animal shelter. She said the beagle disappeared March 9.

The dog's name is Hass, short for Hasenfeffer, a German rabbit stew.

Randy Ball, who lives nearby, said he'd heard the dog's howls through the woods for four days. It was Ball and property owner Max Walker, grandfather of one of the cheerleaders, who decided Tuesday to mount the rescue and call in the firefighters.

Ball said he figures the beagle, which had a collar but no tags, became stuck on the ledge while chasing a deer or other animal.

___

Information from: The Knoxville News Sentinel, http://www.knoxnews.com
found this in the beagles community (go ahead and laugh!)

hammies

2007-02-27T00:00:47Z

Two babies! Ninlil Nuggets, pronounced "Nin-leel", Nina for short, and Aruru Muffin, pronounced "A-roo-roo", Ru for short. They are sumerian names that Ari and I picked out. They are two dwarf hamsters and soooo sweet. They have big fat butts and furry feet. I got them a carrot salt lick and feed them fruits and peanut butter as a treat. They love to burrow and get along pretty well. Yesterday we got Ninlil and today we got Aruru, from the same litter.
Yesterday we took Ninlil out in the hallway to run around freely, and she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, and before I could catch her she ran under the door to the garbage room! We opened the door and frantically started moving the pails around searching for her, and it was an absolute miracle that we found her underneath this huge circuit board/machine-type thing hiding in the dark chewing on fuzz and lint! I reached under it and got ahold of her, but we seriously had such a scare. My stomach flipped and I thought she would be lost in the building forever. But now she is safe and sound in her roomy crate and they are both sleeping, I think on top of each other :)

the babes kissin'

Ninlil

Ru

the babes chillin'

Another mouse in the house

2007-02-12T18:00:40Z

This time, it just came in uninvited. We think it lives under the bed. I haven't seen it yet, but Ari sees it darting back and forth from under the bed to the kitchen and back. it only comes out at night, around 10 or 11 PM. We hear it eating in the kitchen as well. We don't even know if its a mouse or a baby rat. This is going to sound silly, but I'm too scared to check under the bed, I'm kind of nervous that it has a litter of baby mice or something that it is hiding and feeding, and its probably so scared and just looking to survive. Or, I'm afraid it will jump out from under the bed and bite my face!
I don't want to kill it, either! Oh gosh I really don't want anyone to kill it. They put these glue traps down in our building if there's a rodent problem, and it's poisonous so basically the mouse sticks to it and dies. ughhhhhhhh! if it's just one, at least the exterminators can come and show me where it is, and maybe give me some gloves and a mask and I will put it in a tupperware thing, and let it outside safely.
Please, mouse, let it be only you. I hope it's cute and not gigantic and scary-looking, so we can put it in Barnaby's cage and observe it before we set it free. Maybe that's going too far. I dunno, wild rodents can't be too dirty, can they? actually, they probably could be. but hopefully not. I would care for it as my own. maybe it will just leave. it's probably so cold and is just nestling in a bag or something under our bed. right next to the heater. the poor dear

July 20 2006 --- January 21 2007

2007-01-22T01:36:35Z

RIP Barnaby Mouse.

we're really going to miss him. he just looked like he was sleeping and i knew right away. he was moving slower in the days before and looked fatigue but i didnt think it was detrimental or anything. he had an ample diet and enjoyed raisins, grains, seeds, grape nut cereal, lettuce, broccoli, and these green pellets. i really enjoyed watching him eat. he would perch his paws up on the side of his blue bowl or he'd crawl into the bowl and eat a whole pellet in one sitting. he was a chubby one. he loved to run on his wheel, and for his out-of-cage exercise, he would come with me into the hallway of our apartment and run around. he liked to go in my pocket when i changed his bedding once a week. he had one trick, and its not really a trick, but whenever i put a pellet between my two fingers he would reach up with his tiny tiny paws and take it out of my hand. he knew my voice and my scent. he was very cuddly and warm, and was calm around people, he would let anyone handle him and was not anxious about it. most of all i think im going to miss the way he burrowed, how he'd arrange his bedding meticulously to make a dense, nearly perfect nest for himself and roll into a tight ball, and if i came near for feeding time and said his name in a high-pitched voice he would perk up from the bedding with wood chips hanging off his face and head and move his head around and look at me with sleepy eyes.

ari and I are going to find a nice park area and bury him tonight in a small box with his bedding in it, and a couple food pellets just because . his headstone will be a seashell.
i really loved Barnaby, very much, he was my buddy and we will always remember him.

the truth about cats & dogs, lol

2007-01-19T20:30:03Z

My camera is all charged now and I can update with pictures of the orange cat I met on new years eve in Brooklyn about 1:30 AM. Also pictures of 2 sweet puppies that live in my house.

Some dumb drunk cat talking on a cell phone

imagine turning around and seeing this
chewing on a hanger couldnt be more cute

Apparently

2007-01-16T22:44:16Z

I was born on a full moon
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOoOoOOooOHHhhh...

i'd be the greatest burglar ever

2007-01-15T00:16:57Z

today i woke up at 4 PM after a journey of bad bad dreams...
the first one that jolted me out of sleep was frightening. walking through a field on a cold night, with about 20 people who I have never seen before [a couple of females, a few males]. i don't remember anyone speaking, when all of a sudden we were seized by a tribe living in the woods, in a large cave system. they brought us back, did not tie us up or anything like that, but we still listened; as they threatened to kill us if we did not. we were brought into an open-ceiling theatre, still inside cave walls, with a stage. the stage was dreadful, skeletal corpses hanging from the rafters in white sheets. there were torches lit. many people were in the theatre, not in seats, and although it was cold, wore hardly any clothes. there were people young and old, heavy and thin, male and female, and they all looked Latin and had caramel coloured skin. some of them had painted themselves. some were laying on benches as if passed out, most were sitting without smiles. the leaders of the tribe were standing at the entrance presumabely so that we wouldn't try to run, as we were not bound. i was very scared and believed in my head that this was not a dream, i was severely threatened and believed i would die in the immediate future. i attempted to sit near the stage as they told us to, but i accidentally sat on a very old woman who pushed me off of her. her face was very wrinkled and she had no teeth. she was not threatening, and she did not talk, rather just looked me in the eyes briefly. one of the leaders of the tribe, who was bald, and large, told us to sit still and to not speak, and i tried without an inkling of hope to find a way out with my eyes. i would probably have been killed if i did, so--and here's the weird part--i started to pray to god, thinking some divine measure would intercept and save me from my fate. the leader said my name once or twice, but i couldn't understand what else he was saying, and he looked at us all, and said, now, the time comes, which one goes first, who will be alive or dead? and a man nearby took out a deck of cards and explained if he drew a red card, one of us would die, and if he drew a gold card, we would live for a short while longer. the leader shouted and more torches lit up, and two men brought out these elephant-boar hybrids who were gigantic, but actually were sort of cute, and one man screamed in the crowd, "OH NO!" and apparently these elephant-boar things were brought out to eat us! the bald leader said, "so what's it going to be olivia?" and I WOKE UP.
in another dream, i was in someone's apartment, and they told me they had a dog. I went to look at the dog, who was a rottweiler, and I love rottweilers, my grandparents used to have one. but this rottweiler was mean, and he also was not black like rottweilers are, but tan and white. i bent down and let him smell my hand, and his stumpy tail was wagging, and a man rushed into the room and yelled, "wait! he's not friendly! he bites!" and the rottweiler chomped at my hand, and there was no blood, but it hurt so much, and his teeth marks were visible. i yelled to the man, "please, stop him!" as he was attacking me. i managed to run away and locked myself in the bathroom, but somehow he came lumbering through, and i ran again, and locked myself in another room only to find there was no lock, and another, and another, until i was just running and darting in and out to get away from the rottweiler. this dream probably has to do with the fact that dulce bit me the other day, and she left little teethmarks in my hand, and it very much freaked me out, because she is so sweet usually. her and matilda were play-fighting so i rushed in the middle of it and started rolling around with them, and dulce for some reason freaked out and let out a couple barks and bit me very hard. matilda is teething and so she plays with her alot and bites her neck, and perhaps dulce thought i was trying to hurt her or matilda, i don't know, i just hope she doesn't do it again, it really hurts my feelings...
my last dream was actually fantastic, and i am so happy, because it kind of negated all the other bad ones. it was seriously, some sort of...visual...adventure. i was sitting and eating and reading and writing around a large table with some more people i didn't know. a lovely girl with curly black hair and a hat was talking to me, about i dont know what, and i turned my head and the whole house morphed into a forest scene, so that it seemed as if we were sitting in an actual forest, but you know, around a wooden table. I asked the girl whose house it was, sitting across from me, if everything was real. she laughed a little and said that it was not, just something that came with the purchase of the house. the trees were tall, with pale green leaves, and they cast a brilliant blue-ish glow..a mist. stars were shining although it was dusk, the moon was out. a couple of big brown bears came rushing through the trees, chasing one another, and i asked the girl if that was real, and she said, sometimes they are real. one bear and I caught each others glance and then he ran towards us and i screamed and then laughed because he was wearing clothes and he did this weird little dance for us. he had just come to make us laugh, he explained.

merry christmas, we welcome a new baby Matilda

2006-12-25T18:11:54Z

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yawning

shes a very calm 4 month old beagle and she is such a cuddly love
come over and see her adorable face

a silly comic

2006-11-18T16:24:13Z

ive never been able to make videos before

2006-10-22T07:22:15Z

check out the Juice Theif!!! My dog, as she is, live.
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=1321182558