I went to the counter with some interesting library finds.
First, the usual graphic novels.
Which, by the way, the library needs more of. I'm going to have to scout other locations to find more.
Second, a few art history and modern design gems.
Third, a book about the state of consciousness.
The guy noticed the pile in my arms.
And suggested I read more about noetic consciousness if I'm interested in those kinds of things.
A little library flirting if you ask me.
Very interesting.
First, the usual graphic novels.
Which, by the way, the library needs more of. I'm going to have to scout other locations to find more.
Second, a few art history and modern design gems.
Third, a book about the state of consciousness.
The guy noticed the pile in my arms.
And suggested I read more about noetic consciousness if I'm interested in those kinds of things.
A little library flirting if you ask me.
Very interesting.
Labels: books
| posted by gina, 8:39 PM | 0 comments |
Things that currently making the anger in my mind spew out of my ears, nostrils, and follicles: (surprisingly, not my mouth)
-Broken phone. The inability to read text messages, dial a number, and screen my goddamn phone calls is driving me insane. Fuck you, broken phone! [I don't screen my calls and then selectively not answer. I still answer all calls.]
-Lack of funds. It has led me to consider jobs that pay between $9-$11. My college degree is squeamish.
-Unemployment. Companies are squeamish.
-Mood fluctuations. But it's okay. I control my rage in public areas/situations.
-Slowly deteriorating hand-illustration ability.
-Worrying leads to continuous nail-biting. Which leads to blood and band-aids.
Some start. 2008 is no fabulous year so far.
OKAY. Good stuff to cleanse our palate:
-Unemployment allows for more reading and movies...from the library and joox.net
-Been discovering and reading some eye-opening graphic novels. Also thanks to unemployment.
I'm sorry. That's all.
Oh no! Wait, you!
I have an observation that I would like to share with you:
Recently, there was a big local drug bust. Several bags of marijuana and cocaine. Almost worth $2 million. Street value.
The reporter stood next to a pile of plastic [ziploc] bags stuffed with drugs.
And I thought "I bet Ziploc is heavily dependent on the drug business. And they know it. They should produce special bags that are decoratively labeled:
-weed, reefer, pot, grass, hash, ganja, cannabis
-coke, dust, coca [for the south american market], snort, snow
Or Ziploc could take the conservative route and just label them "marijuana", "cocaine", and "cocaína".
Whatever. I don't care. If they hired me, I could give them more insightful advertising tips and make this branding sensation happen. But whatever. | posted by gina, 4:08 AM | 0 comments |
-Broken phone. The inability to read text messages, dial a number, and screen my goddamn phone calls is driving me insane. Fuck you, broken phone! [I don't screen my calls and then selectively not answer. I still answer all calls.]
-Lack of funds. It has led me to consider jobs that pay between $9-$11. My college degree is squeamish.
-Unemployment. Companies are squeamish.
-Mood fluctuations. But it's okay. I control my rage in public areas/situations.
-Slowly deteriorating hand-illustration ability.
-Worrying leads to continuous nail-biting. Which leads to blood and band-aids.
Some start. 2008 is no fabulous year so far.
OKAY. Good stuff to cleanse our palate:
-Unemployment allows for more reading and movies...from the library and joox.net
-Been discovering and reading some eye-opening graphic novels. Also thanks to unemployment.
I'm sorry. That's all.
Oh no! Wait, you!
I have an observation that I would like to share with you:
Recently, there was a big local drug bust. Several bags of marijuana and cocaine. Almost worth $2 million. Street value.
The reporter stood next to a pile of plastic [ziploc] bags stuffed with drugs.
And I thought "I bet Ziploc is heavily dependent on the drug business. And they know it. They should produce special bags that are decoratively labeled:
-weed, reefer, pot, grass, hash, ganja, cannabis
-coke, dust, coca [for the south american market], snort, snow
Or Ziploc could take the conservative route and just label them "marijuana", "cocaine", and "cocaína".
Whatever. I don't care. If they hired me, I could give them more insightful advertising tips and make this branding sensation happen. But whatever. | posted by gina, 4:08 AM | 0 comments |
"Poverty is a relatively mild disease ... but uselessness will kill strong and weak souls alike."
— "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater," 1965.
— "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater," 1965.
Labels: life, quotes, thoughts
| posted by gina, 12:41 PM | 0 comments |
So I figured, "Why not blog at 4 in the morning when I can't sleep, but should be sleeping?" ha.
It was only a few days ago that I felt really insignificant. Like a grain of sand at the beach. But now, I'm feeling a little better.
Life is unpredictable. And I appreciate that.
But sometimes..my emotions are also unpredictable.
I do not appreciate this.
People are unwilling if there is not money involved.
Only a very select few are willing
End of story.
I haven't been out with my friends in a long time.
Just yesterday I went out and had fun with them.
My last summer break ever and I've disappointed myself. And my friends.
I can't believe I didn't know you had already left for the east coast.
I'm sorry, and I miss you.
I hate when depressing memories return to me for no reason.
Losing a friend is just too hard to cope with.
But it is possible.
I know it is.
I'm almost there.
Where does all the trash in the world go?
Nail clippings, banana peels, dead animals..
I honestly, (honestly) did not know that smiling makes others around you happy too.
I just don't like smiling alot.
But by no means am I a sad individual.
I always try to think positively.
Trust me.
The amount of negative thoughts that invade my mind have gradually decreased in the past 3 years.
Everyone has their problems. And they think that theirs is the worst situation.
Never say "worst" because anything can get worse.
Do you have clothes? Food? Shelter?
End of story.
Millions and millions of dollars are not important.
Every fountain I see...I want to jump into.
Do you know how fucking long I've wanted a tattoo?
I miss hanging out with friends.
Need more time. Now. Before it runs out.
I guess guys aren't attracted to girls who speak their mind.
So much for thinking otherwise.
If I could, I'd physically hurt you until you screamed for mercy.
But that's not going to happen because I'm nicer than that.
In the past, being mean was commonplace for me. Now, I've taught myself that being kind is very useful.
Such frustration?
How can it be cured?
Is there a some sort of mandrake, special potion, rabbit's foot, fermented organ that I can apply?
Never:
-judge others.
-eat spicy foods before a big outing.
-underestimate others.
-close mind.
-open mouth before thinking.
-bite more than you can chew.
-give 99%.
-give up.
-be passive.
-waste food.
-burn bridges.
When I'm angry, I get angry.
So don't test me.
It's not worth risking a friendship.
Must always carry an extra pen.
One pen is not enough.
Always seems to get misplaced.
Must write down thoughts, quotes, lyrics, names.
Time to sleep.
Andtrytocontrolmydreams.
If only I could.
It was only a few days ago that I felt really insignificant. Like a grain of sand at the beach. But now, I'm feeling a little better.
Life is unpredictable. And I appreciate that.
But sometimes..my emotions are also unpredictable.
I do not appreciate this.
Find your own pose!
People are unwilling if there is not money involved.
Only a very select few are willing
End of story.
I haven't been out with my friends in a long time.
Just yesterday I went out and had fun with them.
My last summer break ever and I've disappointed myself. And my friends.
I can't believe I didn't know you had already left for the east coast.
I'm sorry, and I miss you.
I hate when depressing memories return to me for no reason.
Losing a friend is just too hard to cope with.
But it is possible.
I know it is.
I'm almost there.
Where does all the trash in the world go?
Nail clippings, banana peels, dead animals..
I honestly, (honestly) did not know that smiling makes others around you happy too.
I just don't like smiling alot.
But by no means am I a sad individual.
I always try to think positively.
Trust me.
The amount of negative thoughts that invade my mind have gradually decreased in the past 3 years.
Everyone has their problems. And they think that theirs is the worst situation.
Never say "worst" because anything can get worse.
Do you have clothes? Food? Shelter?
End of story.
Millions and millions of dollars are not important.
Every fountain I see...I want to jump into.
Do you know how fucking long I've wanted a tattoo?
I miss hanging out with friends.
Need more time. Now. Before it runs out.
I guess guys aren't attracted to girls who speak their mind.
So much for thinking otherwise.
If I could, I'd physically hurt you until you screamed for mercy.
But that's not going to happen because I'm nicer than that.
In the past, being mean was commonplace for me. Now, I've taught myself that being kind is very useful.
Such frustration?
How can it be cured?
Is there a some sort of mandrake, special potion, rabbit's foot, fermented organ that I can apply?
Never:
-judge others.
-eat spicy foods before a big outing.
-underestimate others.
-close mind.
-open mouth before thinking.
-bite more than you can chew.
-give 99%.
-give up.
-be passive.
-waste food.
-burn bridges.
When I'm angry, I get angry.
So don't test me.
It's not worth risking a friendship.
Must always carry an extra pen.
One pen is not enough.
Always seems to get misplaced.
Must write down thoughts, quotes, lyrics, names.
Time to sleep.
Andtrytocontrolmydreams.
If only I could.
Labels: reflection
| posted by gina, 3:54 AM | 0 comments |
