Dismal

Current mood: morose
I've been in a very dreary mood the last couple of days. I can't seem to pinpoint the exact cause of my bleak outlook, but it may stem from the intense fog that has plauged the Salt Lake valley the last few days. Everything is grey and dull. I can't see the mountains or more than 50 feet ahead of me for that matter. I'm unmotivated to show any kind of emotion. I feel a bit like I'm a French beatnik observing everyone with disdain. They ask me if I want to go anywhere or do anything and I just look away and say, "but why...I'm le tired...go away" It's a funk. So, I'm listening to funk, Deodato to be exact-something my brother had, in hopes of moving me out of my funk. Actually, what I really might need is some hardcore inner male rage music. That may do the trick. I think I'm sick of people today. I hate holiday shoppers. I need a magic wand, a magic "to Hell with you" wand. Then anyone who pisses me off I can just point my wand, say to Hell with you and POOF! Gone. I love it. It's a good thing I don't have telekinetic powers. BREATHE ROCHELLE...IN...AND OUT...IN WITH THE GOOD...OUT WITH THE BAD...IN...OUT... Okay, a little better. I just wish I could figure people out. Everyone is so hidden. Why do we hide. Why are we so afraid to be honest with others and with ourselves. I'm le tired. Off to not sleep because my brain won't let me. Tomorrow will be a better day.

You know I do...

Just returned from my cousin's wedding where, once again, I was dragged into providing the musical entertainment with only a half days notice. Not to worry, I pulled out my trusty Ella and Frank standards and lulled the happy couple in silvery tones. That is, until my sister joined me and we livened things up with some Wedding Singer classics from the 80's interspersed with random improv happy hands sign language and interpretive dance interludes. It worked with the black and hot pink theme of the wedding (which we were all dressed in). Leave it to my cousin "E" to keep things interesting. So, earlier today I got in a fight with the sales guy at some crappy clothing store. I needed a hot pink skirt at the last minute and my mom and I went to some ghetto place near by because I knew they would have something and I didn't want to bother with going far or spending a bunch of money. Hmmm...now I know why I don't shop there. The sales guy was giving me such attitude the entire time and for no reason. It all culminated when I purchased a hair accessory and there was a big nasty black curly hair in it. I pulled it out right in front of him with a disgusted look on my face and told him he could keep that and laid it on the counter. He just threw me the 'evil eye' and I rolled mine. As I was walking out I turned to my mom and said "He must really hate his job". I was almost to the car when he came running out yelling at me saying "WHAT DID YOU SAY!" and calling me on. So I told him he must really hate his job and that he was very rude and I didn't appreciate his attitude. This went back and forth for a while until I finally turned and walked away. He just kept on yelling and stared at us as we were driving away. My mom and I were laughing hysterically and as we passed him we both winked and blew him a kiss. And that was that. All I know is that I'll sleep fine tonight knowing I will never have to step foot in GenX Clothing again. Goodnight and Peace. ~Rochie

My spoon is too big, I am a banana

Amburgers and Wootbeer

Current mood: chipper
I'm back in Salt Lake with my fam and all we've been doing is sitting at the computer, watching ridiculous animation and laughing our asses off. Just for giggles...http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/end.php It's good to be home. I feel very inspired here. Tomorrow I'm going to begin working on a metal sculpture that I've had plans to work on for years now. I keep dreaming about it though and if I don't start it now it'll haunt me. Okay, back to funny flash movies. My brother and I are going to create a flash movie that will rival anything out there. Well, that is, anything but Amburgers and Wootbeer. That's my fav right now. Check it out...http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/aw.php Enjoy! ~Rochie

Busted...part deaux

12/9 Busted...part deaux
Okay, so I slide right through with my accomplice, Ty, and we are immediately spotted. I didn't even realize what was going on for a minute. I heard "POLICE, POLICE!" coming from a little voice and I didn't know WHERE it was coming from until she shoved her tiny little hand holding a badge in my face. I guess my surprise was genuine and when she started interrogating me I was so stunned I could hardly speak. "You just slipped through the turnstile" "What? No, I didn't (as innocently as possible)" Ty taking my lead, "no, what?" "Let me see your subway card." Ty pulled out the subway card that we had obviously just used once and she would know that right away if she checked it. "Did you just both use that to get in?" Me, with my stealth wit remembered I had put an expired card in my pocket just that morning. I quickly slipped it out and again in the innocent voice said, "no, I used my own card." "Oh, I'm sorry, it just [pause to think] looked like you had both come through together" "Oh, no. That's ok," We calmly walked away and headed for our train and sanctuary. She believed us, whew. Either that or she was intimidated by us towering above her and just wanted it all to end. They should get her some back up. I mean she's great at spotting perps. She's in perfect juxtaposition with the turnstile, but she needs some brut to finish the job. At any rate, I'm not about to try that again for a while. Saving on a two dollar subway ride is not worth having to pay $120 fine or get arrested for (which I've seen happen). Hopefully there aren't any NY cops reading this. I'm reformed, I swear. I'll just stick to stealing pens at restaurants and hotels. ~Ro BTW - Halo 2 is hard, but then again, I really suck at video games.

Busted by the subway police...

I'm not usually the type to do anything against the law...reason being I always get caught. However, lately I've been trying to outsmart the subway police. It has worked wonders and saved my sorry poor ass plenty in transportation costs. I've managed to slip through turnstiles without a cop even blinking an eye. Today that was not the case. I was not expecting an undercover midget cop to be patrolling...ok, I can't finish this right now. I'll be back to finish later. Ha ha.

Deaf people are loud

Ah, the irony. I can't get to sleep. Is it because I have a million things bouncing around in my head? Maybe. Or, it could be the deaf people who live above me. Yep, that's what it is. They are the loudest humans on earth. At first I thought someone was dying up there, then I thought they might be vampires, or cat people. No, just deaf. They screetch louder than chimpanzees and I swear they wear wooden shoes. Whatever...it's after 2 and they have picked this hour as the perfect time to rearrange the furniture. Lucky me. I'm determined to get to sleep. Earplugs? Check. Soothing nature sounds on my alarm? Check. Windows open to let the sounds of NYC in? Check. Dreamland, here I come. ~Ro