Story and update...

I'm in Costa Mesa now, working at Red Robin and Pat and Oscar's...

It's been a long time since I felt like posting...

And now I'm working on this story which might've been Kerouac-inspired, but now bears little semblance to the author...

Comfortably Numb

Yesterday I went to work, feeling as if I had lost a part of me. I was unable to smile at work, felt like I was breaking down, and it all goes back to one person.

On an indie spree...

Peaches - The Teaches of Peaches
Belle and Sebastian - If You're Feeling Sinister
Belle and Sebastian - Tigermilk
Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?
Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! - Some Loud Thunder
Cold War Kids = Robbers & Cowards
Deerhoof - Friend Opportunity
Hellogoodbye - ZOMBIES! ALIENS! VAMPIRES! DINOSAURS!
Kaiser Chiefs - Yours Truly Angry Mob
Of Montreal - The Sunlandic Twins
Peaches - Impeach My Bush
Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope
The Decemberists - The Crane Wife
Belle and Sebastian - The Life Pursuit

Pat and Oscars

There's apparently one in Metro Pointe in Costa Mesa, so when I move there, I won't be looking for a first job. Hopefully. I need to get my act together fast.

my workaholic aspiration

Yeah, well I wouldn't say I am a workaholic, but I'd like to get to that point. I started working officially at Pat and Oscars yesterday, so I now have two jobs. I've been training the whole week, and I worked Thursday night at the Curtain Call. Sunday night I'm working at the Curtain Call as well. I'll have to make sure my schedules don't conflict.

I need to take a quick shower soon, but I've got some stuff washing and drying at the present time. Watching Dickie Roberts: Child Star, and bored....

Less than 10 minutes to post...

I've spent the last 3 days learning the ropes around the Curtain Call Dinner Theatre, training as a busboy. It's been hectic, tumultuous, but the last day I was there, yesterday, was my best day on the job. As well as that went, the busboy who was showing me around didn't tip me out. Ah well, I'll remember that, Mr. Coy.

I'm going to try learning some more Muse songs at some point. I've just gone through a website looking at the different tabs. Well, it's better than nothing.

I'll be waiting for the day that the next shifts I'll be taking will be on the Curtain Call website, so I will know when I'll be going back into work. Right now I'll relish the fact that I don't have much to do for a few days.

Well except for maybe looking for a job... something more to round out my schedule.

prelude to an interview

I don't know what to expect going into an interview. A friend of my sister's, Ken, is going to try and hook me up with a job at the Curtain Call Dinner Theater (formerly the Elizabeth Howard one). Thus further integrating myself into a scenery I once knew a long time ago as a small kid going to this Indian restaurant cum market in the same Tustin shopping center, and the video rental store which preceded me going to Blockbuster and later on Netflix, back in the days when we copied our movies to blank VHS tapes.
Those days.... the days when I was told that we would live together forever and I dreamed that this was the perfect scenario, taking over my dad's business... and naturally everything that I took for granted in life has been taken swiftly, while I batted my eyes, only slightly incredulous that everything was now falling apart.
Or taken apart so that whatever we did now would be drawing on the labour of that past that I can no longer think of without feeling so pissed at myself for not taking advantage of it.
So I'm going into an interview tomorrow, if I can help it. I know the bus route, I'll have it saved somehow so that it'll be recollected tomorrow and I won't have that much of a problem taking care of that.
I really couldn't imagine walking there anyway. Not tomorrow.

dreams

slightly intense, really weird dreams... involving nazi conspiracies with muslims, people being killed and then eaten to allow others to survive... very weird... in the dream, there was a Just shirt with Clockwork Orange in it.... strange indeed. i think irina was involved in the dream, and maybe rachael as well... just as well, i was in her dream too :wtf: ...

anything else, no? um, i feel excruciatingly sick. phlegm, phlegm, phlegm... and i dreamed i saw my friend David... and i had jedi powers or something cos I was jumping the distance, Jedi Knight 2: Jedi Outcast-stylee!

and apparently i finished a semester in spain but the second semester was fucked up...

and mark got his hair shaved and went and got his hair lightened... he and his brother looked like california surfers to the extreme :wtf:

Get yourself together...

In Tustin Ranch...

I'm looking for work now around here, and might have some options around Tustin:

• Lonely Bean
• Peet's Coffee
• Trader Joes
• a dinner theatre

Currently, I'm residing in my grandfather's place with my mom. It's slightly uncomfortable, what with the itching and the allergies, but I'm making do with what we have.

Some more pictures from Barcelona, then I guess.

Here we have... some kids from the hostel! I guess it's a German girl, then a guy from Idaho?, maybe. Then the Italian doctor who likes Radiohead, then Molly, the Texan, who's going for being a chiropractor.

And me somewhere, smoking, behind the camera. Fun times, indeed.

You will paint yourself white and fill it up with noise...

I've got a cheshire cat grin in uncomfortable social situations. That or I completely retreat to somewhere where I'm somewhat comfortable. It happens still. I was a lot more sociable previous to today, but oh well, today looked to be pretty crummy, honestly. Steph has been a good person to talk to, but things with my mum and her....eh. Same here, but I guess I still want to make sure she's alright before she goes on to whatever....

I mean honestly, I've been helping her out a lot. Now she's gotta figure it out for herself.

Get yourself together, let the light pour in...

And me, I trimmed my hair with a razor, took off the facial hair, and am ready to go for a job. For the most part... Anyway, I'm more chilled a person now... And I can now chill out with people and a ciggie. So how's that for social development?

Smoking...

I think I ended up smoking three of my rolled ciggies last night and some of a crap Marlboro red. The night before, I hung out with some people from the hostel. I mean, it was the same thing last night, wherein I got plenty drunk and downloaded new music from this British guy from London. Charming fellow, very Colin Firth, if you know what I mean, just by looks. Mum says Kevin Spacey as well.
I'll post pictures.

This first pic is me at the apartment we left 4 days into our stay because it was almost unlivable. But it had an amazing view.

That situation was last week, when we were looking for ANY flat. As far as I was concerned, the fact that the guy was fixing up the place was something I could look over, but the shower sucked, was in the laundry room and was desolate and cold. I only used that shower once.

These are some people from the hostel, although I assure I'm shit with names. Assuredly.

Yesterday I was told I seemed more cynical. I will assure that this is the case since I came here. I've been swindled, stolen from, and we've been penniless and having to salvage every last penny and dollar we had to exchange for Euros.

The night before last, we went to some places in Barri Gotico, since this is the area where the hostel Itaca is. More pictures to come from there.


There's a British guy there, who sometimes looks like Colin Firth and sometimes Kevin Spacey. There I am looking happy for whatever reason.

And that is all.

And to all a good morning.

Or fuck off, if you care that it's only morning in Spain and can't just chill.

Cheers, to the lot of you.