Sunday, May 30, 2010

So last night while i was out and about, i got an email from my sis asking if i'd like to be in The Game's next music video.  She hooked up with his producer and i guess showed him a few pics.  purrrhaps!  but i'm intensely susceptible to panic attacks.  i'd have to get so wasted off patron even to function on a set without spazzing out.  but we shall see.  now if it were a =W= video... OHHH ho ho ho ho snappppps!!!!!!  my sis is such a smooth criminal w/ a gift for gab.  i hope someday she becomes the female version of Ari Gold.  NO MERCY!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

Worklife has been becoming more and more real.  Being from a bubble in Atlanta, I don't think i've ever really known what it's like to have a normal job.  I never had to; nobody ever told me "Astrid, please get a job."  The only thing I ever did was work at a putt putt place when i was 15.  I was a token girl.  But i quickly got fired cos all I'd do is drink slushies and steal tokens to give to my friends.

Right now, I'm perched at a Coffee Bean right down the street from my work.  It's amazing how happy I get when I hear the words "free wifi".  It's 930am on the west coast and I'm not expected in the office till later so it's the perfect time to update.

Back to the work routine.  My responsibilities have been getting more and more hectic.  Things are starting to pile up and I had a mini-melt down yesterday because my boss asked me to do something I did not want to do.  *le sigh* I guess i'm just supposed to do what I'm told...which I did...eventually.  I called my sister to vent and it was super noisy in the background because i guess she was at a party or something, and she told me to breathe through my nose and out my mouth.  She told me i need to detox because i'm acting very edgy. 

I've learned that LA is about fluff.  My friend Mark says that things are all about reputation and who you you have to learn to talk the talk. This is not what I'm used to.  It's not my way of thinking.  It's not my logic.  I mean, is it all supposed to be bullshit?  Maybe part-time bullshit?  I hope I can learn how soon cos if i don' t, I don't think i'll survive. I'm still having a hard time deciphering whether or not people are being honest or more importantly real.  It's strange, cos in Atlanta, if you go around spouting off your resume and who you know, you'll be hated REAL quick and quarantined into loserville forever.  And then, I hang out with my good friend Dooks in Westwood or Silver Lake and I realize that it's just the industry that I'm in.  The entertainment industry is all about saying something's pretty when it's really hideous. It's about telling people you own your own company while conveniently failing to mention that it's a one-man LLC.
(pics courtesy of Doshirak)

I'm fascinated by everything here.  I'm learning more and more about LA culture and I hope that it will continue: the good, the bad, and the fugalicious.

For all you music lavas, here's our current playlist.  I lava it.  Except Jungle grates on  your nerves, but my sister insists.
  1. Metric - Help I'm Alive
  2. Jem - Its amazing
  3. Little Boots - REMEDY
  4. The Bird and the Bee - My Love
  5. Emiliana Torrini - Jungle Drum
  6. Little Boots - Tune Into My Heart
  7. Morgan Page - The Longest Road Ft. Lissie (Deadmau5 Remix)
  8. Morgan Page - Fight For You
  9. Scanners - Salvation
  10. Beach House - Zebra
  11. Massive Attack Ft. Hope Sandoval - Paradise Circus
  12. Plastiscines - I Am Down
  13. Sohodolls - Stripper
  14. Sohodolls - Bang Bang Bang Bang
  15. The Bird And The Bee - Love Letter To Japan (Ivan Demsoff Remix)
  16. Sohodolls - Right And Right Again
  17. Sohodolls - No Regrets
  18. The Beatards - RICH GIRLS (The Virgins Remix)
  19. The Bird and The Bee - Birthday
  20. Lisa Germano - Reptile
  21. Santigold - Lights Out
  22. The Sounds - Painted By Numbers
  23. Say Hi - November Was White, December Was Grey
  24. All Wrong And The Plans Change - I Get Down
  25. Immoor - Bows And Arrows

    Monday, May 24, 2010

    the REAL hangover

    @ Vanity, Hard Rock Hotel.

    Paramedics: “What city are we in?”
    Peas: “Los Angeles.”
    Paramedics: “Um…WHAT city?”
    Peas: getting annoyed “LOS ANGELES!!”
    Suzanne: under her breath, “ahem…”

    The paramedic scolds Suzanne for trying to help me with the correct answer. After a few more minutes of dropping hints here and there I finally get the answer right,

    Peas: “Uh…Vegas?”

    I woke up hungover in my apartment in Koreatown one Friday morning, and the next thing I know, I’m in a car on my way to Vegas.  I kept thinking….eh, one night in Vegas isn’t so bad.  I mean, how much can one night of drinking really do anyway? HAHA. Well I was just about to learn my lesson. We arrived @ Aria after dinnertime. We checked in, dropped our stuff off and basically sprinted to the club.

    BTW…I hate Aria.  The interior decorator basically created a ginormous steakhouse.  Everything is this ugly dark oak color and it looks cheap, not modern. I felt like I was walking into a small town casino like Harrahs or something.  Vegas is supposed to about excess. You’re supposed to walk into a hotel and be transported to a castle of marble lobbies, gilded fixtures, elegant everything!!!  Ugh.

    Anyway, Suz and I pounded shots at the bar like it was last call.  MIStake.  We finally got our table next to the DJ booth @ Vanity, the nightclub in the Hard Rock.  And the drinking commenced.  My problem is that whenever someone hands me a drink, I just chug it.  Plus, when you hit a certain stage in your debauchery, everything tastes the same anyway.  One min, we were shaking our booties, the next, I was hunched over a toilet dry heaving and trembling.  I knocked Suz sober.  I think she was scared too.  I guess we were in the stall for about an hour because the next think I remember is getting questioned by paramedics. 

    Paramedics pull Suzanne aside.

    Paramedic: “If you can’t get her up and back to the hotel, we’re going to have to take her to the hospital.”

    Poor Suz.  She practically carried me out.  It was only 12:30am.  What really irked me was the next day, I told someone I got roofied and they thought I was lying.  Fucking ridiculous.  HELLO, i've been roofied before!  i've got experience!  Anyway, we had to check out, so we packed our things and went to the cabana @ Liquid.  I was trying so hard to keep my eyes open and not look sick.  I lasted about 15 minutes and I passed out.  After I woke up, I started feeling a bit more like myself and became social again.  I met a lot of great, interesting people who if it weren’t for them, Vegas would have been a total epic fail.

    Thanks Suz. You’re an absolute angel.  If it weren't for her, I'd probably be lying in a hospital getting my stomach pumped or a shady vegas wedding chapel wearing an elvis costume and tying the knot with some homeless man. 

    Sunday, May 16, 2010


    Priest (to dismayed house servant):  
    So we'll use wooden spoons.
    I don't want to hear anything more about it.   

    Officer arrives to Priest's home and rap on door with an apprehended Valjean.

    Officer:  I'm sorry to disturb you.
    Priest:  You caught him!
    Officer:  I had my eye on this man.
    Priest:  Thank God.
    (turning to Valjean)
    I'm very angry with you, Jean Valjean.

    Officer:  (taken aback by the Monseigneur's black eye)
    What happened to your eye, monseigneur?!?

    Priest:  Didn't he tell you he was our guest?
    Officer:  Oh, yes.
    After we searched his knapsack
    and found all this silver...
    he claimed...
    that you gave it to him.

    Priest:  Yes. Of course
    I gave him the silverware.
    (to Valjean in faux dismay)
    But why didn't you take the candlesticks?
    That was very foolish.
    (to housekeeper, hurriedly)
    Mme Gilot, fetch the silver candlesticks.
    They're worth at least -- francs.
    Why did you leave them? Hurry!
    M. Valjean has to get going.
    He's lost a lot of time.
    Did you forget to take them?

    Officer:  Are you saying he told us the truth?
    Priest:   Of course.
    Thank you for bringing him back.
    I'm very relieved.
    Officer:  Release him.

    Jean Valjean (in total bewilderment):  You're letting me go?

    Officer:  Didn't you understand the bishop?

    Priest:  Mme Gilot, offer these men some wine.
    They must be thirsty.

    Officer(retreat into the house) Thanks.

    Priest (turns to Valjean with a new fire in his eye reflected in his hushed tone):
    And don't forget...
    don't ever forget
    you've promised to become a new man.

    Valjean (tears welling in disbelief):  Why are you doing this?

    PriestJean Valjean, my brother,
    you no longer belong to evil.
    With this silver, I've bought your soul.
    I've ransomed you from fear and hatred.
    Now I give you back to God.
    In this movie Liam Neeson plays Jean Valjean, a thief who is on parole 
    after nineteen years in prison for stealing food. The scene above 
    takes place after Jean is let into the home of a priest and they 
    talk about his parole; he has to show the Priest his yellow passport 
    before entering his home so they know he is a criminal.  He promises
    to become a new man, but that night he steals from the priest and sneaks out.
    The guards in the town catch him and he claims the priest gave him the 
    silver he stole.  When taken back to the Priest, he says that he did 
    in fact give him the gold (he didn't of course, but this is necessary
    information to understand the quote) and the guards release him.

    When the Priest leaves Valjean to go back inside, Valjean is left outside to collect himself.  Valjean's reaction to this utterly undeserved mercy shown to him is the most touching scene that i have ever seen in any movie.

    Wednesday, May 12, 2010

    my alternative soul.

    Last night, Nars and I rendezvous'd @ my fave watering hole -Apres Diem- a hole in the wall, Eurotrash haunt in the <3 of Midtown.  Ahh the eurotreasure.  They are definitely my peoples.  So misunderstood.  They just like being naked and crass and totally blunt - is that a crime?  And hey, we're all rude to a certain extent!  Like, in my opinion the men are more often than not, the quintessential rocknrollas that ooze snakecharm and flamboyant style.  I like the men because i love their female counterparts.  If you know me even the slightest bit, you know my <3 of all things moss, paradis, and every now and then, sienna.  (All girls love these three at some point in their lives).  My fave It Girl is currently Georgia May Jagger.  That gap... so tres chic.  Oh gawd, i wish i was born with a gap.  I love the fact that she's only 5'7, eighteen-yrs-old, and dominating the modeling world.  I think she's in Saint Tropez now, to walk Chanel Cruise.  I really do think blondes do it better. 

    So back to Apres Diem...i hereby knight it the best place in town to get an honest drink.  And i mean honest!  I ordered  my ketel and sugarfree redbull and and lo and behold, our waitress brings me a full glass of kettle and a can of redbull.  It's DIY and the heavens open up and the angels start singing.  Granted it probably isn't the best idea to drink all that taurine at night and I should've replaced the energy drink with cranberry and 5 limes like i normally do cuz I drove home wired out of my mind, blasting alternative music and being moved by the holy music all by mah coolselfs.

    What did Nars & I discuss?  Hmm...Harry Winston diamonds, leopard platform skyhigh heels, law school graduation, monogamy, marriage, cheaters, sex, sex toys, sex favors, hypotheticals, life being too short, the atlanta bubble, LA, how people recycle relationships and seem to be fine with it, secrets, can people change?, engagements, not having children and of course, the future.

    I realized last night that I give myself waaaay too much credit.  I can easily spout off ideals and preach a carpe diem-esque mentality and attitude toward life, but at my core, at my alternative soul, I always catch myself holding back in fear of ...well just about everything: rejection, failure, disappointment...etc. I know in the end, I'm not being fair to myself but it's hard to shake.  Instead of breaking down walls, I build them higher.  My vulnerability is my weakness and my own undoing.

    However, something I will never succumb to is the ordinary.  I may not know what is it I'm looking for/searching for in life... but what I do know is that it won't be dull. It won't be boring.

    "The two best friends had been close since college and shared the same tastes and opinions on most matters, yet when it came to the subject of love, it would be hard to find two more dissimilar viewpoints. Vicky had no tolerance for pain and no lust for combat. She was grounded and realistic. Her requirements in a man were seriousness and stability. She had become engaged to Doug because he was decent and successful and understood the beauty of commitment. Cristina, on the other hand, expected something very different out of love. She had reluctantly accepted suffering as an inevitable component of deep passion, and was resigned to putting her feelings at risk. If you asked her what it was she was gambling her emotions on to win, she would not have been able to say. She knew what she didn't want, however, and that was exactly what Vicky valued above all else." -Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008)

    Tuesday, May 11, 2010

    For me, i'd say the crazysexiest, chemistry-matched power duo is Beyonce and Jay-Z.  Separately they're already multimillionaires, and together.... they're gratuitously rich.
    They never address their relationship to the public.  They neither confirm nor deny.  In all interviews and press inquiries, they graciously pass on questions regarding the other... to the point where it's been noted that in public, they're like two blocks of ice.  But when you see sneaky snaps of them, you can tell they're perfect for each other.  When I start thinking like a relationship cynic (ie. monogamy's barely hanging in there!), which has been pretty frequent lately, i look at J & B and marvel at how wonderful it must be to have found your true, undeniable equal. They've been together since 2002 ("Me and My Girlfriend") and are still going strong.  They are by far, my favorite power couple.

    I've also been really feeling rachel a lot a lot.

    So, yeah...she has bones everywhere and you can see her sternum... and her face looks like an asshole... but you've gotta admit, zoe (pronounced ZOH) knows what she's doing.  (my sister says "PS! She's Jewish!")

    “The nature of what, or who, is a celebrity has expanded. We aren’t saving lives here, but we are creating images, and images create opportunities in a lot of areas.”

    Monday, May 10, 2010

    Despite all my sins, despite all my shortcomings, i know that....

    I have a Maker. He formed my heart. Before even time began, my life was in His hands. He knows my name, He knows my every thought, He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call. I have a Father. He calls me His own. He’ll never leave me, no matter where I go.

    Saturday, May 8, 2010

    Yesterday Astrid and i got Menchi's frozen yogurt--which we are addicted to already--pistachio, omg--i think it's Jewish because the flavors all say Kosher--the Jews are apparently about everything i like--and then proceeded to scamper into the Love Shack at lunchtime because it was a brilliantly beautiful day with vast, prairie-like, blue skies and super-white cumulus clouds and what better place to spend that sort of early afternoon than indoors in an artificially lit, grease&jizz-covered sex shop that smells like gas station bathroom and pornowy incense with a bunch of creepy, raggedy guys suspiciously gravitating towards your direction even when you're in the vibrator aisle.  Astrid and i, we were all over the place like pervy little koalas simultaneously looking for stuff and a little personal space.  *shrug*

    She perused the specialty necklaces while i browsed the gay porn and smirked at the little jap dingdongs and the skinny little ladyboys scissoring--they should not be in pornography, it's pedophilic.  and jap gay porn should totally be in the fetish aisle, btw.  Why do the Asians always have to be so f'd up?  Furthermore, why do most sex toys look like crazy torture tools?  I would totally stamp everything with Hello Kitty... not because i like hello kitty (because i don't anymore) but because it looks sexy and safe.  you gotta mesh sexy plus cute to really garner mass appeal and broaden your market.     

    So Astrid ditched introspective me and went into the smoke shop for the perfect bullet necklace--amongst other things.  Actually, i worded that wrong because it's not a bullet, but the thing evil sarah michelle gellar wears around her neck in Cruel Intentions.  [One of her girlfriends has one so she wanted to get a matching one.  (BFF01279 HUZZAH!)]  So yeah, you could totally pass it off as a Catholic rosary... too bad it has a secret compartment for drugs.  Dude, as if wearing a rosary as a fashion accessory isn't sacrilegious enough. 

    The girl at the smoke shop laughed as she twisted the bullet and a vial popped out.  "Look, we have keychain bullets too, so that your key is always on hand."  Astrid shook her head, "Not what i'm looking for."  We looked at the shelves and shelves of bongs and bowls and wondered how much all this merchandise is worth!!  geez!!  why do bongs look all tie dye hippie psychadelic?  they're always so fug alert.  transparent pink Hello Kitty bongs would sell more.  pink bowls.  you could even see the weed better, unlike when it's in those friggin camouflage bowls.  With this pink bowl, i can clearly see that it's cashed.  awesomeballs.

    As we headed toward the door, i noticed a purell dispenser and made a beeline.  Too bad it was crusty and totally cashed.  i gasped and felt a flutter of mini panic course through me.  OMG. hands are so greasy from handling all them giant black shlong and mini jap pee pee dvds.  Ah feel so Old Dirty Bastard.  I shoot a look toward my sister and totally meet a stranger's eyes before i can spot her.  He looks so ODB.  He prob thinks i popped out of a Jap porno which is totally not a self-compliment cuz those girls have garish bushes and act like they're getting raped.  I wonder why the sex shop in Amelie looks totally cute and tame with its cherry walls and cursive neon signs and here it looks like the mouth of ron jeremy's bunghole or a tacky hell aka orlando, florida.

    exemplary sexy+cute Hello Kitty pornstars

    ashlynn brooke

    bree olson

    sophia santi (she's a tad more va va voom)

    anyways, this post turned into something it wasn't supposed to be, but like most posts, it is my stream of consciousness at this very second.  whatever, y'all lucky you get to glimpse into my bwains.  it's a spiderweb with lots of candy stuck in it.  but the candy is meticulously wrapped and sanitary because i have to eat it.



    Thursday, May 6, 2010

    Life and Death

     There cannot be a happy ending to the fight between the raging gods and humans. However, even in the middle of hatred and killings, there are things worth living for. A wonderful meeting, or a beautiful thing can exist. We depict hatred, but it is to depict that there are more important things. We depict a curse, to depict the joy of liberation. What we should depict is, how the boy understands the girl, and the process in which the girl opens her heart to the boy. At the end, the girl will say to the boy, "I love you, Ashitaka. But I cannot forgive humans." Smiling, the boy should say, "That is fine. Live with me."Hayao Miyazaki