Well I keep talking about this giant collaboration, but nothing to show for it. I'm pretty sure anyone who reads this thinks I'm a liar, but to prove I'm not here are some secret shots, enjoy :D
OXDX clothing collection.
This picture showed me how orange my natural color hair was so it's the reason I accidentally dyed my hair black :(
The man, The artist, The Thug for life ewww lol.
From this shoot I've learned that I enjoy photography and directing maybe one day I'll own my own camera? hahaha.
I know it's been a while, mostly because of school and recent events. I know I owe you all a collaboration, but it is currently on a hiatus-- mainly business stuff and copy rights, but it is in process. But any who, let me catch you all up!
1. I went to VEGASSS!! WOOO HOOOO!!!
Best Friends. Birthday boy ditched us (but it's okay we found others ;) ) and this is our only good picture :D
Me, "Little Debbie", and Our Vegas Guide.
Take after staying up until 8 am, waking up at 11am to do my running work out, walking the strip for hours, and NO make up! I was a trooper that looked very tired!
Highlights:
I had a whole marine platoon waiting to fight a Chase Crawford look a like for me. ;)
I had my first official spa day.
I learned I'm worth at least 200 dollars.
I actually stuck to my intense training regime.
I saw Lion King the Broadway version! I highly suggest this, I secretly took this picture, then got caught and yelled at. Then my friends and I were THOSE people that brought in the giant vegas fat Tuesday drinks....
I fell asleep at a food court.
I almost saw John Legend.
2. School Started and my graduation papers are in process.
3. I finished my Davis Grad school application :D
4. Have gained a group of followers....
5. I accidentally dyed my hair black, but after color corrector I managed to get dark brown hair.
6. I have signed up for multiple races, I'm really excited to find my legs for serious running again.
7. I was duped and into going to some nasty party and slept on a couch outside-- lesson I will never trust anyone who doesn't consider me a best friend. I am an optimist and can say that from this:
I showed my true colors, and I now can say I think they are beautiful.
With that said, I have been praying day and night that Berkeley will accept me to their program. I need change, I need new people, and I need new events to happen. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends and family, but the influences and environment I live in have become polluted and stale. I just pray for those I see being effected.
So I am sorry my dear readers that I have not updated you about anything, but to be honest nothing has happened because I have been putting all my efforts into making you a belated Xmas present. It should be up soon, but to hold you over little troopers are some flicks to warm your heart and wet your pants :)
Steven Nash- Vitamin Water
I'm just like you.. just 10xs better.
When you think of MJ... you think of me.. I know hahahaha.
Super Frye- On Sketch Pad
You're still huge! hahaha
Hopefully My blog will be come good enough I can do a feature like this, maybe JARED DUDLEY?!
But no worries friends you will get a taste of my work soon!
Get a glimpse into my mind. These are a few examples of things that I think about during an average day.
"Oh the songs! Indian blues bellowed at the highest volume. We called them "49s," those cross-cultural songs that combined Indian Lyrics and rhythms with country-and-western and blues melodies. It seemed that every Indian knew all the lyrics to every Hank Williams song ever recorded. Hank was our Jesus, Pasty Cline was our Virgin Mary, and Freddy Fender, George Jones, Conway Twitty, Loretta Lynn, Tammy Wynette, Charley Pride, Ronnie Milsap, Tanya Tucker, Marty Robbins, Johnny Horton, Donna Fargo, and Charlie Rich were our disciples."
The toughest Indian In the World- Sherman
Patsy and Hank
Today someone asked me how I knew so much about "old" country music.
Seymour looked around the local McDonald's. He saw an Indian woman arguing with an Indian Man. They spoke in some strange language. What's that they are talking? Navajo, I think, said Salmon Boy. He's always believe the Navajo were the most beautiful people on the planet. The man and woman arguing by the window were no exception. Their hair and skin were so dark that they looked purple, especially in the white light streaming through the glass.
The toughest Indian In the World- Sherman
Me.
At my darkest, I'm still Yellow.--Catching my image in my car window.
"For being a foreigner[...] is a sort of lifelong pregnancy--a perpetual wait, a constant burden, a continuous feeling out of sorts. It is an ongoing responsibility, a parenthesis in what had been ordinary life, only to discover that that previous life has vanished, replaced by something more complicated and demanding. Like pregnancy, being a foreigner [...] is something that elicits the same curiosity from strangers, the same combination of pity and respect."
-Jumpa Lahiri The Namesake
Auntie Annie.
I'm not Hispanic. I'm not Asian. But it seems I'm still foreigner. -- Generalizations that happened at a rather popular store.
Listen to Bruno Mars' Album Doo-Wops and Hooligans.
Lost in Brooklyn is on my new playlist.
The other day I was listening to Del Shannon's Runaway, a favorite song of mine, and was wondering why no one ever does a cool cover to it... and within that same day I came across this. It was meant to be:).
Bruno Mars
Enjoy.
Handwaves and Highfives -BG
P.S I am currently collaborating on somethinghuge!
I had a great time going back To The Motherland. It's there that I always seemed to be rejuvenated; be it the breath taking scenery, my mothers' (mom+her sisters) stories about their youth, or the endless drive that makes me want to strangle everyone in the vehicle I always feel human when I leave. One of the main catalysts that complements the major R&R that takes place is reminiscing with my siblings about good/embarrassing/don't-tell-but-we-did-tell-anyway times. It's a widely know fact that I love playing the "what if game", I feel it always fills empty space and makes for a good laugh, by now it's not so much a thought as it is a habit of issuing questions. Example: I once asked my roommates if there was one person in the world that they would not "sexercise" (yes I made this word up, not knowing the definition at the time or currently) who would it be? Answers (said without hesitation) : Ron Jeremy and Carrot Top. Ha ha ha, boy do they have good interview skills.
Well back to the point, I got inquisitive and asked my sisters and brother:
"If a wizard appeared and said I'm going to turn you back into a baby, but you will have knowledge of things that happen in your life (and just in your life), what things would you change?"
Me and the "one who chipped her tooth" :)
The answers were great. We got things like, I wouldn't sit too close to the TV because that's why I have to wear these glasses, I would have listened to my mom and not run down the hall and chipped my front tooth, and I would have learned Algebra after the first and second time I took it. As I was sitting there I kept thinking about all the embarrassing things I have done (believe me I have several stories) and when I came to think about it 80% of my stories involve me embarrassing someone else. I have this theory, If I don't have anyone with me I will embarrass myself, hence the reason I ALWAYS need someone with me so I can embarrass them. One of the things I wanted to say in regards to my wizard question is a very embarrassing stories that involved one my partners in crime and long time friend, lets call her Autumn Cat for privacy reasons.
Me and Autumn Cat.
It was 2 years ago, November 24th and I was headed up North to Indian Wells, AZ with Autumn and her Dad, Bob Cat. I packed up the goods including 2 liters of what I thought was cool crisp refreshing fresh spring water; in all fairness it was spring H2O but was quickly turned into a raging river. For some reason I suffer from a syndrome that makes me ignore everything I am doing and lose sensation until it's too late, and this time was no exception. Leaving Phoenix I managed to finish my water, ice clumps and all... I had a proud sappy smile like the teachers pet who got their 100th gold star. Everything was going great, we had the tunes blasting and cutting old people off left and right! Then we got to Payson, a little pit stop with a full blown casino and the Knotty Pine Cafe, somewhere I've always wanted to eat at so I can say I've had Knotty Pine. We gassed up at the local Texaco, Bob Cat asked if Autumn and I wanted to get food or needed to use the restroom, but we were too busy howling like hyenas at the hillbillies who harassed us yelling "blue-pay-unts"(pants) trying to get our attention at the local Walmart last time we were in Payson to pay attention. Hopefully from this description you understand that Payson is a mountainy place filled with Bass Proshop Gold Card Members and where 89% had their TV's placed on the Hunting Channel.
Knotty Pine.
After leaving Payson I got a tingling in my pants, and not he kind where your whole lower body falls asleep from sitting criss cross apple sauce, but the kind that you start to understand when you get out of diapers. You know the feeling, when your sitting at the dinner table and you kind of have to go, but instead you ignore it because your a big kid and can hold until the end of dinner. Well like a big kid I kind of ignored it, it became a little harder every mile until we hit Star Valley, a 1/10th spitting image of Payson.
Right before we entered the small town I got the impression that my bladder was going to explode. Each town/state has it's own reputation Idaho=potatoes, Roswell=Aliens and Star Valley= Traffic Cameras. Being the Good Recycling Samaritan I disregarded my internal canteen and notified Bob Cat to drive at a whooping 30 mph. If that wasn't bad enough after the slow zone there was still another 50 miles uphill till the next town. I sad sat in the back trying to sing, with no skill I may add, to keep my mind off my water satchel busting at the seams.
Autumn was no help. Let it be known that Autumn prides herself on being a human thesaurus, even if the word is completely inappropriate-- and she used every word in the dictionary spanish included to describe water, and naturally it started to rain. I counted 178 bumps when we hit traffic about 12 miles from the the nearest ceramic thrown. By that time I was pretty sure I could taste my own urine, but I couldn't tell if I was tearing because my liquid acid was starting to exist/burn my eyes or because of the discomfort.
I was dying, I begged Bob Fox to find a camp site, a trailer park, a turn off. I started rolling around the backseat, "holding" myself, using Lamaze style breathing. That behavior lasted about 9.5 miles before I started yelling at poor Bob Cat. That's when we saw the most glorious Buckskin Canyon Road sign in the entire world. I forced Bob Cat to turn off and stop. luckily with the napkin from the same store that provided the 2 liters of water in my pocket I jumped out of the Suburban dragging Autumn along with me and sprinted into the at the time dark woods.
Hopping over sage, rocks, and bushels of poison ivy I used the dim light from the Suburban to located a giant log that was not ceramic but would do. But before I could hover, Autumn and I made the promise to not look at each other, and what happened on Log, stays on Log. Well that didn't last long...just then a caribou of vehicles migrated towards us and were probably wondering why two girls were sitting on a log in the middle of no where in the rain.
At least Bob Cat had the best story when we got to see my family. Fun Fact: if you are a numbers person you probably realized that I was only 2.5 miles away from the bano and .25 miles away from the sign that would have given me the strength to keep myself contained; but if you aren't no worries. To this day every time I see that turn off I always think about that log and how my good friend Autumn passed "The Test of A Good Friend #1": Peeing on a log in the rain together. Well its now offical:
I HAVE PEED ON A (B)log.
Best Friends.
I know gross story right? What kind of female am I? Shameless. But what really got me into writing this story was Jason Mraz's own "personal public" journal. I have been a really big fan of his music before he blew up for "I'm yours" when he was still the "Geek In Pink".
Fun Fact: I'm full of them today, I once let Autumn hear the live version of "I'm Yours" and "Lucky" and all she said was "Gaw, thanks for showing me that wussiest music in the world".... a few months later she was trying to show me the same tunes. ha ha ha, but that could be because she was ignoring me when she was playing Tomb Raider.
Jason Mraz-The Geek In Pink
I used to read a lot of his stuff when I was younger but today was the first time in approximately 2.5 years that I opened his page up. He's such an amazing writer, truely MR.A to Z and the type of person I aspire to be. He always has a story, he wants to help the world, he's a world traveler, and is great at what he does. I once asked my roomates: If you could chillax with one celebrity in the entire world, who would it be? I always thought my celeb would be GEORGE CLOONEY<3, but I now I think it would be Mr. Mraz, just because how cool/chill/fun he SEEMS to be, but I could be wrong and he could treat people bad and kick smalls dogs. Proof below:
Jason Mraz- Grati-tube: Assistant
If he is like this, it wouldn't be any different from my current job as an asssitant/homecare provider/maid/yardworker hee hee so I guess it wouldn't be that bad. But I highly suggest you read his stories they are inspiring, sweet and hilarious simultaneously. Also check out his latest EP "Life is Good"and watch his other "Grati-tube" videos on Youtube.
Jason MRAZ- Life is Good
The end.
P.S I my websiode is on the way, keep checking in for it!
So for the past couple of weeks I have been blabbering on about NY resolutions, but lets be honest, I'll probably get through 2 of them then give up like the rest of the 9.5 out of 10 Americans--harsh? Yeah. But I'm just being honest. With all the talk about "NEW YEARS" That's something I have been giving a lot of thought about: HONESTY. OOO--- Story about HONESTY: Last night was my first New Years Eve that did not consist of me falling asleep in my nice warm bed at 11pm and sleeping through the festivities... and HONESTLY I defiantly regretted it. Instead my cousin convinced me to get dressed up and out with him and see what this "holiday" is all about. After seeing what it was all about I can safely say for 20 years I never missed anything-- except a 40 something year old trying to get his groove on in 29 degree weather. I think I'll make a mental note to not waste $1.99 panty hose and a gallon of gas on any event that last less than a second.-- well I i guess it wasn't that terrible, I got to see DAFT PUNK live on top of a roof: whose new album(soundtrack for Tron) just dropped :) FYI I'm not a huge techo person, but DAFT PUNK 98.7% of the time is pretty entertaining.
Daft Punk. Terrible Picture. Only Picture.
Back to my point, wanting to be a part of that .5% population I made two large commitments. Commitments that I can't back out of. I signed up to run 2 relay races that are slightly over 200 miles. Before you go and judge me as one of those "marathon race resolutions" people, I'd like to make it clear that running is and has been a big/hugeish part of my life. So the difference? Dependability. No one wants to be the slow kid on the playground, and that certainly doesn't change when you become an adult. So let's say I'm HONESTLY going to make an effort to not be the slow kid.
Does this look like the bowl cut of a slow kid?
But interestingly, I went up to my home in Indian Wells (Middle of no where AZ) and planned on staying for 2 days to spend time with my little sister and her family but we ended up adding another day to the journey because we got snowed in! Take a look!
On the Way Up
Heber, AZ
Indian Wells
1 Hour Of Snow. Trickery
It Looks Like the Snow is Going Away.
The Start of Something Really, Really Beautiful.
Yay, it's snowing :) "I hope it never stops!"
Notice the Placement of the Truck- Note: Still moveable.
The Sky Diarrheaed Snow
It NEVER stopped snowing!
Usually you can see the highway.
Notice truck again: This time not moveable its frozen.
Big Melt
10 mi/hr down the Sugar Bowl.
Glorious.
Beautiful but Cold.
Leaving always breaks my heart... Even if we fish tailed.
Roads are usually paved.
It was like looking at God.
After all was said and done, and my siblings and I came back to reality: Bills, School, Work, and Bickering Parents. But according to my Horoscope (via Yahoo) things will CHANGE- something I found quite entertaining:
*****FUN FACT YAHOO STANDS FOR: Yet Another Hierarchical Officious Oracle
This is the kind of stuff you learn snowed in in a place that has not cell phone/internet service.
Gemini: The Big Mouth
Year 2011 Overview
As the consummate social butterfly of the zodiac (VERY TRUE), you'll be thrilled to hear that the major planetary emphasis takes place in your social sector in 2011. Expect your agenda to be chock full of parties and events to keep you busily buzzing without pause(HONESTLY, I don't care to be around the drunks and floozies of the party scene:/ On the brightside I will have some fun blogs)
The year begins on a romantic note with Venus gracing your relationship sector (OH NO!!). But as the year unfolds, you'll be making so many new friends and networking contacts, you'll barely have time to think about intimacy with one person. The more the merrier is one of the year's central themes(Great Gemini=Whore ha ha ha). You have a knack for attracting interesting characters from every walk of life and finding what's special about them (This gets me into sticky situations--talking is not flirty, its friendly!!!!). It's your insatiable curiosity that brings out the gems in all you meet. And the more you can learn about yourself through the continuous onslaught of new personalities and alliances livening up your social scene, the happier and more fulfilled you will feel(Yay, new and improved.... frien.... acquaintances!).
With Pluto still excavating the depths of your soul, your interest in psychology and desire to plummet your own depths only gets stronger throughout 2011. (at BERKELEY?! Please SWEET BABY JESUS) Asking the deeper questions about what really makes you tick can open many wonderful doors(There are more?). Self-knowledge is power. When Jupiter, the planet of philosophy and expansive thinking enters your subconscious sector right around your birthday, you'll be blessed with amazing vision, renewed perspective and a series of Eureka moments and kismet meetings with amazing people(Midlife Crisis?). 2011 is the year for expanding your horizons, meeting kindred spirits and finally creating the community of your wildest dreams. Overall I hope this is true-- I want and am in dire need of seeing new places and meeting new people :).
Well kindered spirits I wish you the best for the rest of the new year! Heed my words to be "CAREFUL" because this world is full of terrible terrible people who want you to wear "Pajama Pants" and use the "Shake weight"! In honor of of my words of wisdom leave you with this song by Guster (this is the only video that blogger.com would let me put it on here, sorry if I don't carry your particular brand of religious Gin.
