Well now. I really don't have much to update, except, actually, to update
to say I don't have much to update, so I wouldn't have the old updates here,
which, were, well, outdated.
As I'm always experimenting [that sounded so wrong... with site design], I've
gone back to yet another older layout with this Coconut Milk page, because I thought it
was, oddly, the most flattering.
I say this is odd because this present design is the antithesis for how
I originally wanted this page to look-- which was tropical. I just looked
at the old graphics and design I had for this page back when it was
created in 2003, and God was that different. And the photo of me was all moody,
and intense, and everyone hated it but me... because it was all moody and intense...
I still love that look on my face. Of just being so... moody.
And my license to be so. Oh, adolescence. I have no
emotions now.
Since I don't really use my livejournal now [either of them],
I'm thinking I might actually start to use this page here, again, as some kind
blog/journal.
But that would involve being in touch with myself, being honest about my life, etc.
something I doubt I'll be doing too much anytime soon. Hell, it would involve
being honest with the entire WWW. Doubtful. *g*
But I would enjoy doing this.
Because I have all your followers now... ;) And that is such a delicious, delicious thing...
Anyway. Before I go off on a maniacal power trip.
It occurs to me I probably should be doing something with my life.
You know, besides my unusual job, strange hobbies and obsessions, trips to Walgreens,
NYC, and NJ, basking in the sun with my morning coffee, and nervous breakdowns in
the afternoon. I think now would be the time for that huge revolution that is said
to take place. Yes. I do think so.
So, this is the year. Now is the time. Ominous.
All I have to say is, before this year is over, things are going to be very different.
See, I'm back to my usual drama.... ;) Much better.
The weather patterns have been insane lately. Sunday night I was so cold I had to wear
my down vest over my sweatshirt. And then I decided to go drive in my car, where I blasted the heat,
further wrapped myself in a comforter I keep in my car, and got hot food [my car is fully equiped for sleeping...
and anything else ;) ]. Now I'm sitting in a camisole and shorts
[my pajamas ;) ], and it's just disgustingly
hot. It's supposed to be stormy today too. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... We could use the rain.
Incidently, Saturday night I had the best Cinqo de Mayo food ever, with my friend Chris.
It was so indulgent, and I'm still fantasizing about it.
Oh, the margeuritas... I just wanted to say that, on the list
of reasons why to be jealous of me. ;) Mmmmmmm margeuritas...
As well, if anyone is interested in trying/copying [heh heh] trends/things
I presently love, Victoria's Secret has this collection called "Beaty Rush". I
don't normally buy or endorse a lot of these products, but
I bought a body mist called
"Strawberry Fizz" when I went to buy new bras, and it's the most delicious smelling thing ever.
You literally
want to eat it.
It's just fucking trippy
[and what any sensory experience product should be].
It smells like spring, it smells like blue grass, it smells like blooming trees
and flowers, it smells like "Good Clean Fun", which I have been playing on repeat.
It smells like everything great spring should be.
So, please go try smelling it.
That is my scent for the spring of 2007.
I tried actually doing writing lately. Yes, writing. The thing I dread the most,
because it means facing reality and consciousness, and leaving my denial of my ego, existance,
and the present state of things. I preferred, at least up until lately, pretending
to not know what's going on like everyone else. Writing. It kind of ruins that.
But I can't write. Because I can't.
So I went through some old writing of mine, all of those passionate peices
I so obsessively poured myself into believing that this would bring me the
Ultimate Truth and that I was meant to do this through God-given force
[oh, dogma], only to find, sheepishly, most of it was
this endless free-asssociation that should never be seen by other human eyes.
And, needlesstosay... messy. Even to myself. But, still, I was able to find value
in all of it, being as though I believe it truly did capture the specific essense
I was trying to find of whatever it was at the time... And one day I could paraphrase
all of it so normal people could understand it.
The thing that was most sad, disturbing, ironic, and yet completely telling and proving
my point, was the fact that still, among all of it, the best, most clear, and most
beautiful of my writing was mostly the work I did when I was 14.
No. Not surprised.
Anyway. Back then I didn't have the conscious plan of taking over the world
I now have, so at least something was gained by these years. I also couldn't apply eye make-up.
But aside from that, being 14 was pretty damn blissful.
Oh, back to a point I was making. A sub-point. I may actually put writing on this site
one day. Oh yes. Because Auntie's Municipal Court has only been in existance since 1999, and
still has never, truly, seen real writing on it. And this is sad and scary and telling on many levels.
But, despite that, I'm happy to say that
Tapioca Tundra
and
Radio Tundra do.
The thing is, I can't start trying to write without suddenly feeling like I'm going to fall
asleep instantly. It's like narcolepsy. It's odd. I've had this before... There's quite a few things
that when I face, my mind and body do weird things, and rather than face them, and see
what happens, I just avoid them. Like this writing. In the past, I actually would fall
pretty instantly asleep. And sometimes I would see and hear things... After a while, I found
this odd.
Well, if I ever get over this, I will write, edit, and perfect at least one peice of writing
to finally upload to Auntie's Municipal Court.
There are other pages that could use updating, and adding to, like the Art and Photo
pages... But I'm really to lazy right now... I wanted to do some main site updates,
but nothing in particular came to mind, although I did adjust parts to the
Sleepy Jean page, and will probably add
back the photos of me, along with a page for photos of my room soon.
Despite this, I did do a few more site updates.
I added two more pages on the Page Of No Return:
Actual Warning Labels On Products,
and
Things To Do In An Elevator,
two of my 1999 email forward favorites... Lame? Perhaps. I appreciate the 1999 throwback.
Speaking of throwbacks, I also updated the look/layout of my
Monkees Page with I like to think a 2001 throwback
[for me]... Because it's all sweet, and sad, and pretty, and using opaque colors, and looking
like something you might find in a small cabin in the woods sometime in the early part
of the last century. And, you know, that's a lot of what 2001 was about for me.
Things remind me of stuff.
I won't even begin to tell you what it reminds me of.
Along with that, I finally opened the
Michael Nesmith Tribute Page,
with minimalistic design and content, but pretty sexxxy, and to the point.
Actually, it's probably still not done yet. I give up.
But there are two new surprises with the Monkees page as well. I made a new page:
Monkees Albums Deciphered,
which is half-joke/half-serious [of course, isn't that what my whole site is?].
AND... the long awaited for, and probably completely lost hope for,
the
Monkees Photo Gallery
is completed. Yes. Seriously.
I guess somethings do finally come through. I think that means that whole revolution will take
place as well. Mmmmm. Yes.
BTW, thanks to everyone who has been writing in my guestbook. It really means a lot
to me, and I appreciate it. I've been meaning to write to a few of you and haven't yet,
so thanks for being patient too. ;)
Well now. I really don't have much to update, except, actually, to update
to say I don't have much to update, so I wouldn't have the old updates here,
which, were, well, outdated.
As I'm always experimenting [that sounded so wrong... with site design], I've
gone back to yet another older layout with this Coconut Milk page, because I thought it
was, oddly, the most flattering.
I say this is odd because this present design is the antithesis for how
I originally wanted this page to look-- which was tropical. I just looked
at the old graphics and design I had for this page back when it was
created in 2003, and God was that different. And the photo of me was all moody,
and intense, and everyone hated it but me... because it was all moody and intense...
I still love that look on my face. Of just being so... moody.
And my license to be so. Oh, adolescence. I have no
emotions now.
