Well hello there!
Do you think the Locamotion really can make you happy when you're feeling blue???
Just a question.
It's 10am and I've been "up" for an hour. Wes has jury duty (ew) this morning at the San Francisco HALL OF JUSTICE. He's excited because it sounds so comic book-ish. He kept repeating it last night and saying about how he was going to hang out with Green Lantern and Spiderman. I was too half-asleep and grumpy for him to really say it on the drive in this morning. So anyway, I figured now that I'm up and moving around I may as well stay up and moving around. But speaking of driving here- I'm so damned proud of myself for how well I handle getting onto the Bay Bridge halfway through it and then driving it and getting around in the city... IN the Trailblazer nonetheless. Because I fucking rock.
The family is in the Bahamas. Bastards. I was supposed to go but then it was "Oh by the way, mom, I'm moving to California" and well, you know. Actually she was still willing to buy me a plane ticket to meet them there, but with starting a new job and whatnot, I decided they should just go without. What the FUCK was I thinking?! Do you know how much I would KILL to be in the Bahamas in a swimsuit and SUN and WARM WEATHER right now?? Damn. So anyway, to make it a little more bearable, I talked to mom yesterday and she tells me that she and dad joined some stupid expensive vacation club (I hate having parents with money and hearing about it now that I'm out of the house, where was this money when I was a kid?!) and they get a trip to anywhere yadda yadda and so mom tells me that they're going to Greece within the next 2 years and that of course Wes and I will be going with them and all we have to pay is airfare. Fucking Sweet. That will be awesome.
So yesterday I popped in the Graduation '03 cd that Miss Katie Drummey made me when she was but a freshman and I a full-grown-outta high school finally-badass-graduate. And on it was that "Everybody's Free ( To Wear Sunscreen)" thing from Baz Luhrmann. I remember in '99 when the song came out and how often I heard it. But it's been about 3 years since listening to it and to hear the words after growing up a lot, it's crazy beacause the song means so much more. Some of the advice, I've got down on my own now. Some of it I'm going through, and some of it, I understand but still don't heed. But I do have to throw out some of my favorite parts...now... no you know what... the whole thing, because wow, it's great...
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…
Wow.
Anyway. I'm gonna move around a little bit. It's still to tempting to go back to the bed that is 2 feet away.
Just a question.
It's 10am and I've been "up" for an hour. Wes has jury duty (ew) this morning at the San Francisco HALL OF JUSTICE. He's excited because it sounds so comic book-ish. He kept repeating it last night and saying about how he was going to hang out with Green Lantern and Spiderman. I was too half-asleep and grumpy for him to really say it on the drive in this morning. So anyway, I figured now that I'm up and moving around I may as well stay up and moving around. But speaking of driving here- I'm so damned proud of myself for how well I handle getting onto the Bay Bridge halfway through it and then driving it and getting around in the city... IN the Trailblazer nonetheless. Because I fucking rock.
The family is in the Bahamas. Bastards. I was supposed to go but then it was "Oh by the way, mom, I'm moving to California" and well, you know. Actually she was still willing to buy me a plane ticket to meet them there, but with starting a new job and whatnot, I decided they should just go without. What the FUCK was I thinking?! Do you know how much I would KILL to be in the Bahamas in a swimsuit and SUN and WARM WEATHER right now?? Damn. So anyway, to make it a little more bearable, I talked to mom yesterday and she tells me that she and dad joined some stupid expensive vacation club (I hate having parents with money and hearing about it now that I'm out of the house, where was this money when I was a kid?!) and they get a trip to anywhere yadda yadda and so mom tells me that they're going to Greece within the next 2 years and that of course Wes and I will be going with them and all we have to pay is airfare. Fucking Sweet. That will be awesome.
So yesterday I popped in the Graduation '03 cd that Miss Katie Drummey made me when she was but a freshman and I a full-grown-outta high school finally-badass-graduate. And on it was that "Everybody's Free ( To Wear Sunscreen)" thing from Baz Luhrmann. I remember in '99 when the song came out and how often I heard it. But it's been about 3 years since listening to it and to hear the words after growing up a lot, it's crazy beacause the song means so much more. Some of the advice, I've got down on my own now. Some of it I'm going through, and some of it, I understand but still don't heed. But I do have to throw out some of my favorite parts...now... no you know what... the whole thing, because wow, it's great...
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…
Wow.
Anyway. I'm gonna move around a little bit. It's still to tempting to go back to the bed that is 2 feet away.