A Slant of Light. An Ode to Dickinson.

I've seen you in a slant of light,
that I've never seen before-
I'd close my eyes and dim this life,
to see like this no more-

I find you hiding in my mind,
in places I forbade-
How dare you travel and traverse,
like Deaths own nightly Shade-

I own an un-won battlefield,
can't deny you are the king-
Your memory rules this broken land,
a sad and desperate thing-

All it takes is a little Time

My Love for photography fell slightly dormant after being overwhelmed with the what it takes to be in the real world. This is not to say I never wanted to, I even bought a kick ass camera. But, with the arrival of my little sister Jenna who is brimming with creativity and most importantly time; I have regained faith in myself behind the camera. She dragged me out the other night, and this is what happened:

OBAMA

Playing Dressup

I love Halloween because it is the black sheep of the holidays. It is a sick twisted tradition that allows everyone to let their inner freak out. I find it to be not only insanely entertaining, but also slightly therapeutic. We celebrate the dead, the unnatural, the scary, and the sluty: May the devil bless it! This year I spent my prehalloweeny as Star from Reno at the Slide Bar in Fullerton to see the boys I love: The PRICKS. We also shook our booty’s to Beardo, and has an all around kick ass time. I think we ended up at Casidys??













I was so hung over on Friday that I had to eat two bagels to even stay alive, and then spent the rest of the day on the futon. Kevin and I would have won had we entered a costume contest. He was the living and breathing PRICKS skull in a marriachi jacket, and I was corpse bride. I did our make-up and got the dress at an antique store, and I was hardly recognizable. I am sorry if I scared anyone...

Time Warp

I cannot say exactly what happened to the last two months. I tripped, slipped, and slept through nearly half a semester, and four paycheck periods without taking the slightest note to the world around me. I have been developing my dorky side by reading a good portion of the canon of literature, and of course waiting tables. I hate waiting tables. I have to remind myself every time some creep makes a pass at me or some bitch refuses to know the words "thank you," that it is the struggle that keeps me hungry. I learned a good joke last night; "What is the difference between a waitress and a proctologist?... A proctologist only has to serve one asshole at a time." I found out last week that I got into UCI, and I'll be starting in January as a creative writing major. I am nervous, exited, and completely unaware of what I'm getting myself into. We relocated from our dwelling on 15th street which we cherished for over three years, and you can now find us between 9th and 10th street in a much more plush beach pad. Jennavieve will be here in 12 days and counting, and life will change as we know it. I cannot wait.