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In general I have a lot to say. That I have not said any of it says a lot not only about my laziness and procrastination-filled last few days, but also about my apprehension of saying it in this format. Several times in the last few days I have fallen into LiveJournal mode in order to determine the correct way of updating more than a week and a half of material. Do I do one large massive update that would bring me extreme pleasure, extreme pleasure because it could serve as a strict timeline of events, or, do I post a few different entries that are thematically situated?
I have decided, due to time constraints, that I will post one scatter-brained entry that draws one’s attention to one of the more serious conflicts of bloggers. In subsequent posts I will then attempt to re-orient myself with the occurrences by discussing the pros and cons of thematic and temporal posts.
I recently returned from Los Angeles where I visited my lovely friend Mario. I was also able to see my friend Sarah. At one point we went to Santa Monica:
Mario and I were determined to see as much of Scientollywood (scientology + Hollywood) as possible so we visited three different places. We received complimentary stress tests at the main building on L. Ron Hubbard Dr. Apparently these tests are supposed to make you more anxious instead of, as one would believe, less anxious. I am seen below taking a walk in the lovely garden at the Celebrity Center:
The Life Exhibit was the creepiest place that we visited and I want to wait to discuss it. The last night that I was in LA we stayed at mario’s new place. This new place is occupied by some veritable amazlings (amazing + lings (that word that denotes cuteness and smallness)). One of them is Daniel who just so happens to be Mario’s new, how do you say, oh yes!, Casanova. He and Mario are pictured believe:
Rumor has it that Paris Hilton and King Tut have a lot in common. It is unfortunate that I was not able to substantiate any of this gossip as the exhibit sold out the day that Sarah and I intended on going. In place of research I would like to exhibit a particularly interesting picture that might make its way into the streets of downtown LA soon:
Just a tiny little thing: I saw David Byrne with the Arcade Fire. And Dave (as his friend’s call him) might, just maybe, have played “Crazy in Love” as his last song. Though Beyonce was not at the show I think that she might benefit from a screening of his performance. Not only was it powerful (with an orchestra and a marching band accompanying), it was sexy. I didn’t get any pictures because we were 349085739867349807094 rows from the stage, but I did take a picture of the television when we watched the Stop Making Sense DVD:
I need to go now. I need to pick up a six-pack of Monkey Shine and go to Congress. I want to leave you with a picture of me making a sadface. Why I am making this face, I do not remember. This was after we went to the beach and our clothes were soggy and sandy. Perhaps I was in the beginning stages of a rash. The sunglasses were a purchase in Laguna Beach. My Mommy thinks I look good in them:
I have decided, due to time constraints, that I will post one scatter-brained entry that draws one’s attention to one of the more serious conflicts of bloggers. In subsequent posts I will then attempt to re-orient myself with the occurrences by discussing the pros and cons of thematic and temporal posts.
I recently returned from Los Angeles where I visited my lovely friend Mario. I was also able to see my friend Sarah. At one point we went to Santa Monica:
Mario and I were determined to see as much of Scientollywood (scientology + Hollywood) as possible so we visited three different places. We received complimentary stress tests at the main building on L. Ron Hubbard Dr. Apparently these tests are supposed to make you more anxious instead of, as one would believe, less anxious. I am seen below taking a walk in the lovely garden at the Celebrity Center:
The Life Exhibit was the creepiest place that we visited and I want to wait to discuss it. The last night that I was in LA we stayed at mario’s new place. This new place is occupied by some veritable amazlings (amazing + lings (that word that denotes cuteness and smallness)). One of them is Daniel who just so happens to be Mario’s new, how do you say, oh yes!, Casanova. He and Mario are pictured believe:
Rumor has it that Paris Hilton and King Tut have a lot in common. It is unfortunate that I was not able to substantiate any of this gossip as the exhibit sold out the day that Sarah and I intended on going. In place of research I would like to exhibit a particularly interesting picture that might make its way into the streets of downtown LA soon:
Just a tiny little thing: I saw David Byrne with the Arcade Fire. And Dave (as his friend’s call him) might, just maybe, have played “Crazy in Love” as his last song. Though Beyonce was not at the show I think that she might benefit from a screening of his performance. Not only was it powerful (with an orchestra and a marching band accompanying), it was sexy. I didn’t get any pictures because we were 349085739867349807094 rows from the stage, but I did take a picture of the television when we watched the Stop Making Sense DVD:
I need to go now. I need to pick up a six-pack of Monkey Shine and go to Congress. I want to leave you with a picture of me making a sadface. Why I am making this face, I do not remember. This was after we went to the beach and our clothes were soggy and sandy. Perhaps I was in the beginning stages of a rash. The sunglasses were a purchase in Laguna Beach. My Mommy thinks I look good in them: