The other day I went over to some friends house and did a number of firsts! I had a long day and felt on the rocks but none the less said "F-this, I'm going to hangout and enjoy myself!" I'm so glad I did, from the British, Jersey, Latino accents we used while eating at Bruster's with (me: barefoot) and crazy stares to rockin out while kickin ass and taking names playing Rock Band with glasses and sequined headbands, I was taken back to a kid! I'm glad I have these types of people in my life. I like to roll with the flow and have retardo spells where I can be anyone and anything for a hot min and then return to reality and back to the grind.
(To all the lovelies in my life, thank you for being you and for all the adventures each one of you brings!)
Anyway, after I played this Rock out game, I was and still am a bit obsessed! I seriously want to run over and jam on some more, bake another ziti and pig out! It can get so intense and slap stick funny that keeps you coming back for more! So, since I myself don't own the game and didn't want to run to the Clairmont by myself to sing karaoke with the saggy baggy ol'e strippers I listened to old 90's music and did some web searching where I found this do-hopper and thought hey let me give it a whirl!
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions.
If you choose to do this try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think!
Repost as "my life according to (band name)
Pick your Artist:
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Are you a male or female:
Dr. Funkenstein
Describe yourself:
Suck My Kiss
How do you feel:
Falling Into Grace
Describe where you currently live:
Parallel Universe
If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Behind The Sun
Your favorite form of transportation:
Aeroplane
Your best friend is:
Sexy Mexican Maid
You and your best friends are:
They’re Red-Hot
What's the weather like:
Storm In a Tea Cup
Favorite time of day:
One Hot Minute
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Get Up and Jump
What is life to you:
Road Trippin’
Your last relationship:
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Your fear:?
This Velvet Glove
What is the best advice you have to give:
Give it Away
Thought for the Day:
True Men Don’t Kill Coyotes
How you would like to die:
Walkin’ On Down the Road
Your soul's present condition:
Universally Speaking
Your motto:
Taste the Pain
Whenever someone close to me moves on or takes their last breath I look back on Peter Pan. Funny, maybe but what he said will stick with me forever.
“Never say goodbye,
because goodbye means going away
and going away means forgetting.”
Early Wed. morning the world lost an amazing soul. It’s crazy to think about people and how things can happen in a blink of an eye. A family man, a happy man, taken and for what?!
Durand R. left this earth but his spirit and grace will shine on. Once word spread of what happened the community pulled together and getting to witness this was somewhat majestic. You could tell that he was loved and that he will be missed.
Every time I saw him, he was open armed with a smile on his face and a hug to follow. You could tell he gave his whole heart and wanted nothing but the best for the people around him.
You could tell this because on Wed night not only the Traxx community but the community in general showed up to ER Lounge to pay respect and to have a drink to celebrate his life. Seeing that made me want to live life to the fullest, to reach out when possible and to love whenever the opportunity arises, in hopes that when my time comes I can have half the support that Durand has/had.
To the meaning of life…
Over the past few weeks I don’t think I’ve really gotten to sit down and take a breath, let alone sleep or take in all the magic and speed bumps that keep happening around me. I have had the utmost pleasure and pulling out my hair situations with people who continuously are entering and exiting the revolving door known as My Life.
This is a gift, it comes with a price, who is the love and who is the knife?!
- Florence & The Machine (click to view music video)
I find this set of lyrics to be dead on. Two weeks ago I heard them and couldn’t get enough of this Indie-rific band. She’s been on repeat both in my car, my computer and in my head! A mixture of Kate Nash and Feist making for one awesome singer and cd.
Anyway, I know I keep saying this and I probably will continue to, I want to do something great in life, do something, anything besides the norm or mundane I want to look back or have people stop and say “WOW” and I know to have that, I will have to go through things that aren’t always going to be easy (then again nothing is) but what I really mean is situations and people. I know that with everything I want to do there are going to be plenty of opportunities to be taken advantage of and have myself get screwed over… This I know because it has happened is happening and will most likely happen till the dinosaurs come back from extinction and eat all the hot mess people that make us want to burn bridges!
Now why is this even relevant, well like I’ve said I’ve been running like seconds don’t exist, I’ve been shooting photos like my life depends on it and yet I seem to be in a mist. The days are all combined together which is why I haven’t even gotten to post simple little pleasures of my life… things that excite me, motivate me and inspire me. As of last weekend I had accumulated over 3700 photos for 2 weeks worth of shooting. I feel a bit behind and am slowly starting to catch up. But in the since of it all I know this is what life is, this is going to be the “normal” go around if not more fused together and fast paced.
So, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy and excited life is happening the way it is even with the crazy curve balls it like to throw which is just another reason, I know I’m in for a ride because anything worth doing is not easy and questioning yourself happens more than we want to admit.
“The Dog Day’s are over.”
- Florence & The Machine (click for Music video)
Dear AC Fairy,
If you happen to exist please visit my apartment off Piedmont. I’m hot and sweaty and not in a good way.
I came home at 2:30am after photo/bar hoppin to a 90-95 degree apt. My roommates were in the living room with bright red faces, as they looked like they were going to melt away to the apt below. When I asked "why so hot?!" They responded by saying “I think the AC’s broken again.” Seriously, within the last 3 months we’ve called 5 times… fix it or get a new unit. Because, when you’re so hot that you have to live naked with a ceiling and 2 floor fans going, while spraying h20 over yourself as if you were a kid at Disney and laying on your bed with the comforter sticking to your body. Something needs to give.
So, that being said, I really hope you can help me out and make my room an icicle, like I like it. I want to be cold and wearing pj pants not taking ice showers at 6am because I can’t sleep, let alone breath…
(at least I got to edit photos).
Thanks for working your magic… Oh and Love your Face.
-Loren
A cat has no use for fancy cars... big homes or designer clothes.
A frayed string and kitty treats will do just fine.
A cat doesn't care if you're rich or poor...
clever or dull, adventurous or boring.
Give'em your heart and they'll give you theirs.
How many people can you say that about?
How many people can make you feel rare, pure and special?
How many people can make you feel...
Extraordinary.
(from the movie Marley and Me with a few word changes… aka. cat lingo!)
So the other day I was watching Marley and Me… Don’t ask, it was on in the background and needless to say I fell a victim to getting sucked into this heartfelt tale. I must say I got so attached to the story I started to cry like a little kid who tripped and took the skin right off their knees… This is a rarity for me… I mean first off I barely ever cry and then the films I’m suppose to cry in such as The Notebook, Precious and whatever the critics and public say, have had little affect to my tear ducts. But this… I don’t even know where to start.
See growing up I didn’t have a lot of friend… don’t get me wrong I did run around with the neighborhood gang but I was misunderstood for the most part and I spent most of my time in my imaginary world with my cat Bullwinkle (aka Bubby). We would go on adventures, play in makeshift forts, hangout by the river, sit on docks and go on walks… yes all those crazy things we did and some may say he was more like a dog than a cat. And even though my parents took care of his health and made sure his litter and food were paid for he was mine and I was his.
I remember the day I got my bubby, it was New Years Eve 1993, I was 6 and had just dealt with the loss of my cat Mushy and a baby kitty named Cleo in which we only had for a day before dieing over digestion problems or that was from my understanding. Anyway, my Madre wanted a Maine Coon cat and found an ad in the paper. We drove to see the little fur ball and I instantly fell in love, even though my Madre thought another cat was cuter. Thank the lady, for she said it wasn’t for sale so, I got exactly what I wanted, the misfit kitten of the litter! I ended up riding the whole way home with him in my lap and then followed him as he searched all around his new kingdom taking to long making my little-self hungry… As he seemed to like my room the best my Madre let me eat lunch of a microwavable cheeseburger in my room (which was usually forbidden). I found it kind of ironic because 16 years later on the day he left this world I ate the same microwavable cheeseburger. He was my best friend, my snuggle buddy when I had none and so much more. I think of him often and when I do I have a grin on my face that stretches ear to ear!
When you have an animal you go through everything together, they see you at your best and worst and never judge… just that unconditional love. And as life comes and goes the ones who make footprints on our hearts, being animals or people are the one who help sculpt us. There is no greater gift than them, their presence, and their ability to make you remember.
Forever in my heart, Forever my friend, Forever my Bubby.
