Weekend War

I wanted to go see the new exhibit "Art of Two Germanys, Cold War Culture" at LACMA that opened today. Lucky for me Amanda and Lindsey wanted to join me. We also went to see the Vanity Fair photo exhibit. I should do a day at the museum more often.

Leaving the apartment seems like an impossible task today. Why sure, why not, another episode of my Netflix Lost, why not. Dear god won't someone please come over and kidnap me

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

'biscuit of today'

I read this silly little inspirational story a month or two ago and for some reason it just stuck with me. I am not one for inspirational readings or self help books or anything to do with chicken soup for your soul. No offense if you like those things, it is just not my thing. Let me paste the story here.

"I'm going to tell a story. It's about biscuits. Please bear with me. A Buddhist priest told me this story, about how he used to be the chief baker in his monastery. He tried to make the best biscuits he could make - fluffy, buttery, warm, delicious biscuits. But no matter what he did, the biscuits were never good enough. Too dry, or too moist, never quite right. He was getting very dissatisfied and upset with himself. Then, he realized that he was trying to capture the essence of the biscuits that he had as a child and that the biscuits he remembered were an idealized, unreal version. The reason his biscuits never tasted good enough is because they never could be, but only so long as he tried to capture the essence of an unreal, imagined perfect biscuit. When he realized this, he decided to make the 'biscuit of today' not the biscuit of the past. It was imperfect, unlike anything he remembered as a young child, but the most delicious biscuit he had ever had, because it simply WAS. It was not idealized or perfected, it was just itself. And it was perfect in its imperfections, because there was nothing else it could be. I think it is high time we all start being the biscuit of today."

Sometimes when things aren't going right I tell myself to just be the best biscuit I can. This is probably one of those things over time that I am going to continue to do and then one day forget why I'm calling myself biscuit in my head.

Around the Sun One More Time

It is less then a week away from my birthday. This year I have decided to take the year off from begging people to come celebrate my birth. I'm just not in a place right now for the humbling act. This year no party.

Work has been going good and I've been learning a lot. Everyday I just feel the ever growing urge to get rid of all my belongings and leave for some far off land.

Sing-A-Long

Still feeling a bit uncertain about life this weekend but managed to have a lovely time. On Friday night there was karaoke in a private room for Lindsey's birthday. Delightful. Last nights was the big Doug/Betsy/Ryan/Jared birthday party. I ended up not getting home till 3:30AM. There was a group of gross guys hanging out in front of an apartment close to mine. I knew it would be a problem walking by them at 3 in the morning as they were starting to perk up with little comments as I got closer. Basically they were saying I was hot and wanted a piece of my white girl ass. One of them told the others to be more respectful but when that didn't get a response from me he decided to start saying what he wanted to do to my "pink pussy." It was really horrible. Usually I let such things roll off of me but this time it was particularly aggressive and I didn't feel safe. After I got in and locked my door I proceeded to get so mad. I'm still mad and need to let it go.

Monkey Business

busy busy busy

I can not wait for my fun filled weekend to start after this first week of a new job. I haven't really had time to go to the gym this week and mentally I need it something awful.

Last night I went over to Doug's and Corrine and I both picked up our gifts he brought back from Africa. He had mentioned that he was going to spend New Years with monkeys on some African island. I was jealous and at the time joked for him to bring me back a monkey. Well, he brought me back a little wooden monkey and I just about died with the cute thoughtful gift. He also gave me some really awesome African fabrics and I can't wait to make something with them. I brought over these bubbles you can blow that have cat nip in them and his kitties went crazy and got so high off them. They are the prettiest kitties in the world.

Okay, back to work. Oh Friday please come soon!