Wednesday, March 25, 2009
hmmm
It sucks when the people closest to you don't believe in the things that you do. I would like to think that I am a very optimistic person when it comes to my friend's trying to make important and positive changes with their lives. I guess instead of hearing "oh it won't last" or "yeah, but you are going to do it again soon" it would be nice to hear "good job" "work it" or "you're doing really great right now, keep it up, you can do it". I guess what it all boils down to is just believing in yourself and fuck everyone else.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Ha
Sometimes personalities crash in the worst possible way and sometimes personalities compliment each other in the best possible way. You just have to learn how to handle both. Or need to learn to meet in the middle.
sigh
sigh
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Disgusted
When you see someone wearing fur (aka dead carcuss) that looks like it had been killed 10 minutes ago and it's hung around their neck, do you just keep your head down? Or do you relentlessly take a picture of them in the library and give them a disgusted face when they look up to see that you are taking a picture?
yeah that looks like feet to me too. Fucking Gross. I don't understand.
yeah that looks like feet to me too. Fucking Gross. I don't understand.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Rant #1
So first and foremost, I want to make it completely clear that I understand that we all like to complain about our lives not being perfect and that "it sucks" when things don't end up going the way we plan and that of course I have done and (still do) my fair share of complaining,
BUT...
I am SO sick and tired and people talking about how shitty their lives are when it comes to the small things. Things that are usually not very relevant to anyone else's life, but their own. Seriously. I have become more and more disinterested and less and less sympathetic about people's ramblings about how Kelly fucked up their hair color at the hair salon or that they think they are fat or that they couldn't find their shirt size at Urban Outfitters for some overpriced t-shirt. I just don't understand. If people were more passionate about the things that happen outside of their bubble the way they do about what Betty said to Sean after school today, life for so many people would be better! It's SO frustrating. How do any of these "worries" even MATTER?! I know that part of the criteria for being a friend is listening thoughtfully to what your friend is talking about, but OH MY GOD. Let's concentrate on the good stuff that comes out of life. Stop me if I'm wrong... Maybe I'm just too harsh or a bitch, but not getting that girl's phone number last night at the Dive Bar isn't going to be the end of your life. Or. Maybe it's the fact that I and people very close to me have experienced the death of close family and close friends and even boyfriends. Or. Maybe it's the fact that there are people in worst off living conditions in other parts of the world that would KILL to even live the life that we get to. If you are that bored or hating your life THAT much, why don't you try channeling that energy into something positive that is going to enlighten not only you, but the people that you associate with so that they don't have to listen to you bitch all day long and make you write a fucking blog about how utterly stupid it all sounds.
Thanks!
"So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. 'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.' " -American History X
Musica:
"Faith"
Limp Biskit
BUT...
I am SO sick and tired and people talking about how shitty their lives are when it comes to the small things. Things that are usually not very relevant to anyone else's life, but their own. Seriously. I have become more and more disinterested and less and less sympathetic about people's ramblings about how Kelly fucked up their hair color at the hair salon or that they think they are fat or that they couldn't find their shirt size at Urban Outfitters for some overpriced t-shirt. I just don't understand. If people were more passionate about the things that happen outside of their bubble the way they do about what Betty said to Sean after school today, life for so many people would be better! It's SO frustrating. How do any of these "worries" even MATTER?! I know that part of the criteria for being a friend is listening thoughtfully to what your friend is talking about, but OH MY GOD. Let's concentrate on the good stuff that comes out of life. Stop me if I'm wrong... Maybe I'm just too harsh or a bitch, but not getting that girl's phone number last night at the Dive Bar isn't going to be the end of your life. Or. Maybe it's the fact that I and people very close to me have experienced the death of close family and close friends and even boyfriends. Or. Maybe it's the fact that there are people in worst off living conditions in other parts of the world that would KILL to even live the life that we get to. If you are that bored or hating your life THAT much, why don't you try channeling that energy into something positive that is going to enlighten not only you, but the people that you associate with so that they don't have to listen to you bitch all day long and make you write a fucking blog about how utterly stupid it all sounds.
Thanks!
"So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. 'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.' " -American History X
Musica:
"Faith"
Limp Biskit
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
VOGLIO TUTTO (Obey & WESCO)
I AM BUYING ALL OF IT.
Chi vuole comprare tutto per me?!!? :)
Ti daro un abbraccio!
Musica:
"Sinner's Seranade"
Cursive
Chi vuole comprare tutto per me?!!? :)
Ti daro un abbraccio!
Musica:
"Sinner's Seranade"
Cursive
Sunday, September 28, 2008
FUCK. II
Yesterday I went to the Geary Grounds where we had an intimate gathering of friends and drank the thug jug. That stuff is dangerous. Not even joking. Tonight I went to a bonfire at Ocean Beach with international students from all over the globe who were studying abroad at SFSU. I like the fact that Smores were a huge hit because no one had ever really had one before. I was invited out to the Mission and out by the Panhandle, but I just couldn't get myself to go out to the city tonight.
These past couple of weeks have been straining.My mind has been wondering way too much so I thought I'd lay it all out for once. It's been two months that I have been back in the States and a little over a month that I have been back in San Francisco. Needless to say, things have changed. People are growing up, building committed and serious relationships with boyfriends and girlfriends, getting serious jobs, graduating from school, moving to new cities or out of the country, turning 21, etc, etc. It's weird coming back. It's weird seeing the evolution of friends. It's weird being surrounded in a city that has provided me with some of the most vivid and interesting memories. I'm still not completely adjusted to it all. To be completely honest, I feel like I'm on vacation and that I am going back to Europe in a couple of weeks. My emotions have been all over the fucking place. When I'm walking downtown, walking around school, driving my car, or hanging out with friends, there is always a point during the day where I find myself in a daze. I feel like everything is hitting me all at once and I'm still trying to get a breath of air. I want to sit down with each and all of my friends over coffee and just chat about all the things that have gone on during this past year. I want to catch up and laugh and cry about the things I missed. I want to fill them in on the things that they missed and how much I missed them. My professors back in Italy always mentioned the fact that coming back was going to be one of the most difficult part of the entire process. First, you cry because all your friends are crying at your goodbye party, your sharing drinks, getting a little crazy, then you cry because you leave a city that has left an overwhelmingly amazing impression on you, then you cry because your flight is suppose to leave in 10 minutes from LAX and your mom won't stop hugging you. Then you get there, spend a good amount of time debating whether or not it was the right decision, calling home, trying to keep in contact with those that you left behind. Then you meet other great people, see new places, less crying, more fun, maybe a little too much fun. THEN, before you know it, you find yourself bawling your eyes out yet again. You wish that you could stay longer, you re-apply for a second year, you change your flight three times so that the experience could last longer, THEN you meet your family at the airport and while they are crying because they missed you, all you can cry about is the fact that your 14 hour flight and your oversized luggage are here to stay, hitting you like a ton of bricks.I don't really know what where I was going with all this shit... I guess all I can really do at this point is realize and accept the fact that the year IS over, that life GOES on, and that it just takes time for things to get back to "normal". I should just take what I learned and absorbed in Italy and apply it to the now. So with that being said, I'm going to tell myself to get the fuck over it, grow a pair of ballz, drink a glass of wine ( I know I am so euro now), and take a nap. And yes, I did say nap because my mother loves calling me bright and early on Sundays after she gets out of church.
1. Need job
2. Need to sleep more
3. Need to stop thinking so much about everything
4. Need to learn to control my fucking anger
Musica:
Danzig
"How the God's Kill"
These past couple of weeks have been straining.My mind has been wondering way too much so I thought I'd lay it all out for once. It's been two months that I have been back in the States and a little over a month that I have been back in San Francisco. Needless to say, things have changed. People are growing up, building committed and serious relationships with boyfriends and girlfriends, getting serious jobs, graduating from school, moving to new cities or out of the country, turning 21, etc, etc. It's weird coming back. It's weird seeing the evolution of friends. It's weird being surrounded in a city that has provided me with some of the most vivid and interesting memories. I'm still not completely adjusted to it all. To be completely honest, I feel like I'm on vacation and that I am going back to Europe in a couple of weeks. My emotions have been all over the fucking place. When I'm walking downtown, walking around school, driving my car, or hanging out with friends, there is always a point during the day where I find myself in a daze. I feel like everything is hitting me all at once and I'm still trying to get a breath of air. I want to sit down with each and all of my friends over coffee and just chat about all the things that have gone on during this past year. I want to catch up and laugh and cry about the things I missed. I want to fill them in on the things that they missed and how much I missed them. My professors back in Italy always mentioned the fact that coming back was going to be one of the most difficult part of the entire process. First, you cry because all your friends are crying at your goodbye party, your sharing drinks, getting a little crazy, then you cry because you leave a city that has left an overwhelmingly amazing impression on you, then you cry because your flight is suppose to leave in 10 minutes from LAX and your mom won't stop hugging you. Then you get there, spend a good amount of time debating whether or not it was the right decision, calling home, trying to keep in contact with those that you left behind. Then you meet other great people, see new places, less crying, more fun, maybe a little too much fun. THEN, before you know it, you find yourself bawling your eyes out yet again. You wish that you could stay longer, you re-apply for a second year, you change your flight three times so that the experience could last longer, THEN you meet your family at the airport and while they are crying because they missed you, all you can cry about is the fact that your 14 hour flight and your oversized luggage are here to stay, hitting you like a ton of bricks.I don't really know what where I was going with all this shit... I guess all I can really do at this point is realize and accept the fact that the year IS over, that life GOES on, and that it just takes time for things to get back to "normal". I should just take what I learned and absorbed in Italy and apply it to the now. So with that being said, I'm going to tell myself to get the fuck over it, grow a pair of ballz, drink a glass of wine ( I know I am so euro now), and take a nap. And yes, I did say nap because my mother loves calling me bright and early on Sundays after she gets out of church.
1. Need job
2. Need to sleep more
3. Need to stop thinking so much about everything
4. Need to learn to control my fucking anger
Musica:
Danzig
"How the God's Kill"
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Poverina!
Oggi vado con Jena a visitare a nostra Ana nell'ospedale.
Lei entra a chirurgia oggi a causa di un'infezione di seno.
Poverina. :(
Musica:
Black Flag
"American Waste"
Lei entra a chirurgia oggi a causa di un'infezione di seno.
Poverina. :(
Musica:
Black Flag
"American Waste"
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Colombian Street Art Collective
Excusado Printsystem: Street Art in Colombia
Il mio paese!!
Di Piu:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/loisstavsky/sets/72157603385807778/
Musica:
Choking Victim
"Suicide"
Il mio paese!!
Di Piu:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/loisstavsky/sets/72157603385807778/
Musica:
Choking Victim
"Suicide"
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Documentario Radicale
Ho guardato 14 ore di film venerdi e sabato.
La storia di Fidel Castro e la sua vita.
Pro-Castro.
La Storia del culto di Jim Jones.
Triste e terribile, psicologicamente matto.
Francese, parla di anti-colonizzatori, "terrorismo",
la liberazione di Algeria, Claude Moniquet, Jacques Verges.
Questo film esplora le origini nei 1940 e 50s di Fondamentalismo
Islamico nel medio oriente, e Neoconservatism in America, i paralleli tra questi movimenti,
ed il effetto sul mondo oggi. pieno di dettagli e informazioni.
La storia di Fidel Castro e la sua vita.
Pro-Castro.
La Storia del culto di Jim Jones.
Triste e terribile, psicologicamente matto.
Francese, parla di anti-colonizzatori, "terrorismo",
la liberazione di Algeria, Claude Moniquet, Jacques Verges.
Questo film esplora le origini nei 1940 e 50s di Fondamentalismo
Islamico nel medio oriente, e Neoconservatism in America, i paralleli tra questi movimenti,
ed il effetto sul mondo oggi. pieno di dettagli e informazioni.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Shepard Fairey!
Questa sera me ne vado a White Walls per conoscere il grande artista
contemporaneo Shepard Fairey di OBEY. Oddio mio! Non lo posso credere.
Shepard Fairey
http://www.whitewallssf.com/gallery.php?artist_id=current#
Photo Cred: Jeffy
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jeffluger/sets/72157607322348963/
Musica:
"Vibrate"
Rufus Wainwright
contemporaneo Shepard Fairey di OBEY. Oddio mio! Non lo posso credere.
Shepard Fairey
http://www.whitewallssf.com/gallery.php?artist_id=current#
Photo Cred: Jeffy
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jeffluger/sets/72157607322348963/
Musica:
"Vibrate"
Rufus Wainwright
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