time is flooding

why do i keep thinking today is monday?

home alone

i don't know why i am blogging now, as it is my bedtime and i have my first day of real work tomorrow ugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (and all the way in san dimas (30 miles from my home).... what was i thinking? i am so desperate for money?) good this it's labor day weekend. hey!

i think the only reason why i am blogging now is because i want to gush about my ikea experience today. as expected, it was phenomenal. i have a newly decorated room with a RUG and a BOOKSHELF! to most these are standard features in homes, but not here in the jeffersonian manor. i also got a new cushion for my chair and a wall clock. and a whole bunch of food, not from ikea. i love homes. i can't wait until i have my own.

i also made a pretty fucking awesome drawing tonight. normally i don't say these things. but i had to let someone know. grad school can you hear me knocking?

i dreamt i bought coffee filters last night

yesterday was such a waste that i have double the work ahead of me today.

kudos to myself for waking up at 7am...?

today i'm going to ikea. i am SO excited! i cannot wait to be swept away in idyllic scandinavian comfy DIY modernism. i haven't been there in years. most people aren't as excited to go ikea because of the huge mobs of people. but not at my secret ikea! seriously, i have a secret ikea. that's almost like saying i have a secret tattoo on my forehead. but it's true, i really do have a secret ikea. and that's how it's going to stay.

you should listen to paul simon. it would really make you feel better.

once again, it's nearly minutes before noon.

i would like to write an open letter to the loiterers of jefferson blvd and say, why do you have to be so loud? why do you have to drag race at all hours of the day? why are you always shouting and screaming nonsensicals? all of this shit talking and noise pollution is bringing the morale of the area down. can we have a little peace and quiet so lia can work and listen to an opera record? (really bad use of sarcasm).

anyway. nothing really to report today. i drank a little too much last night. today i am feeling it. and now because of that i'm going to force myself to workout to sweat out the toxins. this plus being on the first whole day of my period has turned me into a monster. not to forget the unbearable heat. i also don't have any food. help? where is my personal chef? oh right, i know where he is. i miss him.

hands across the water, hands across the sky

today marks the third day waking up minutes before noon. a part of me really pains to feel the loss of hours of daylight, but essentially it does not affect my day's plan, which requires the darkness and silence of the night hours.

my sister and her husband are coming into town this weekend to visit my mom. they are all going to take a one day and one night trip to los osos this weekend but i refused. too much vacation, right? much too much. i have been in serious vacation mode this whole month of august. i am tired of vacationing. and i have so much catching up to do. to apply or not to apply to grad school this year? crits? reading? writing? designing? so much! and i'm excited for all of it. and now it's time to DO IT.

i feel much more professional now that i've moved my desk from inside my lost bed to outside into the unusable nook in my studio. i already feel a vast improvement in morale! i'm ready to conquer all that is before me, armed with critical terms in art history and my burgeoning, but small, record collection. fuck, i love my studio. it's the only thing that is discouraging me from applying to grad school because i know that when i'm in school my studio isn't going to be as sweet, nor is my studio when i graduate from school. i'll be living in the dumps again. i'm thinking about working out some crazy subletting scheme, but the reality is, who knows what will happen after grad school. maybe i will have enough money and fame to afford some place nice.

today is a busy day. every task on my list is something i look forward to doing except number 3: cleaning my room. ugh, what a pile of crap it's become. it's like some sort of rubik's cube to figure out how to live in a dorm space in an organized and semi pleasant manner. maybe after grad school i'll at least have a nicer bedroom.

saturday morning

today is officially the end of summer, and day 1 of my normal life. soon enough, i'll be back at work, not eating out, not shopping every day, not being the luxurious person i've been for the past month. it's gonna be harsh.

i am very excited for the coming months though-- smog & SF in october, nyc/boston in november, montreal in december... i don't have a lot to complain about. it's actually nice to have all this time to myself right now. i have a LOT of catching up to do. so i guess it's bittersweet.

today i need to return this cy twombly book that i've held captive for so long. even with the LA public library online renewal system i somehow manage to rack up late fees. there is really no excuse.

this is a bad entry. i might delete this later.

how many fresh starts do we get?

today is august 23, 2007, which marks the date of roughly my 10th or so blog i've started in my lifetime. every place i've lived i've at least started one blog. however, this one is really special because it's temporary until i get my real website up and running again. going through some major technical difficulties.


anyway, onto blogging content.


there are a lot of different type of blogs-- diaristic, documentary, commentary, culinary (a personal favorite of mine), poetic-- and to be honest they are all the same to me. i've usually gone the diaristic route, dabbled in commentary, already do the documentary via flickr. and partially done culinary when i did a fast for a few months. so what's left??! absurdity?


i'm one of those people who thinks everything is absurd, in retrospective. it's a way of dealing with and containing a more capable understanding of the overwhelming world. and i think blogs are very much like that. what i'm trying to say is, blogging is absurd; but we're addicted. i am addicted. instead of reading lytoard, benjamin and jameson like a good little art school graduate (i'm telling myself i'll do all of that in grad school), i can't go days without reading my superficial, the flog, art.LA, salon, GFG, not to mention the plethora of friends' blogs. and now we have myspace blogs, which are conveniently attached to myspace pages which have undeniably become an important social thread in our culture (as much as i'd liek to believe i could survive without a myspace page, it's clear that i am not social enough to live without one), and myspace bulletins, which are kind of used like blogs for those who are afraid to commit.


i hope one day to figure it out.