Song of the year:
Florence + Machine - Dog Days are Over
the Monitor (.plan)
It Makes Me Glenn
A few facts I feel like sharing:
- I can't bring myself to touch doorhandles.
- Public restrooms with inswing doors are a fucking nightmare
- It's 2010 (almost) every public restroom should be outfitted with automatic flushers and sinks so I don't have to touch anything.
- Double-swing doors that I can push with my feet are a blessing.
- Both the number of gallons and the total amount of cash I pay when pumping gas HAVE TO end in EVEN NUMBERS.
- My favorite soft drink is Ginger Ale.
- I've never had a Screwdriver but the thought of Orange Juice with Vodka makes my mouth water.
- I haven't sent a legitimate email in a year and a half.
Past me Gives me Douche Chills
Since I have no life, I spent most of the evening cleaning up my Gmail inbox and I stumbled on to a few emails that just made me shake in terror. They ranged from "Good night wishes", "drunken conversation" reminders, and even sentimental well-wishes of overall positivity and good vibes, brah. Clearly I wasn't that much of a sissy, was I? I look back and I don't know that Glenn that wrote them. He was a sad soul confused about the typical teenage nonsense like girls and school. I'd like to think I'm no longer as soft and dumb. I hope to Chuck Darwin's dog that five years of life have harden me up a bit. I hope my previous stumbles have left me calloused and wiser. However, It is painfully obvious that no matter what I do there will be a time in the future when I will look back at current me and feel the same level of embarrassment I am currently experiencing towards a younger me. There is nothing I can do now that will change that.
I need to write in you more often
I've been looking back at the early entries of this thing and I've noticed that there was a time when I was willing to pour my heart and my soul out (by which I mean bitch and complain while trying to sound as "snarky" as possible) to this blog. In the past couple of years I kinda gave up on this here monitor. My updates have been scarce and mostly void of any real substance. Well I am here to promise (emptily) that I will try my hardest to update this piece of shit blog more often. Not that this means much to any of you (mostly because there aren't any of you that read this), nor honestly to me, but what the fuck.
Coachella 2009
Friday, April 17th
A Place To Bury Strangers Alberta Cross Bajofondo Beirut Buraka Som Sistema Cage the Elephant Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band Craze and Klever Crystal Castles Dear and the Headlights Felix da Housecat Franz Ferdinand Genghis Tron Ghostland Observatory Girl Talk Gui Boratto Leonard Cohen Los Campesinos! M. Ward Molotov Morrissey N.A.S.A. Noah and the Whale Patton & Rahzel Paul McCartney Peanut Butter Wolf People Under the Stairs Ryan Bingham Silversun Pickups Steve Aoki Switch The Crystal Method The Aggrolites The Airborne Toxic Event The Black Keys The Bug featuring Warrior Queen The Courteeners The Hold Steady The Presets The Ting Tings We Are Scientists White Lies
Saturday, April 18th
Amanda Palmer Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti Atmosphere Band Of Horses Billy Talent Blitzen Trapper Bob Mould Band Booker T Calexico Cloud Cult Crookers Dr. Dog Drive By Truckers Drop The Lime Electric Touch Fleet Foxes Gang Gang Dance Glass Candy Glasvegas Henry Rollins Hercules and Love Affair Ida Maria James Morrison Jenny Lewis Junior Boys Liars Mastodon M.I.A Michael Franti & Spearhead MSTRKRFT Surkin. Para One (Live) Superchunk The Bloody Beetroots The Chemical Brothers (DJ Set) The Killers Thenewno2 Thievery Corporation Tinariwen TRV$DJ-AM Turbonegro TV On The Radio Zane Lowe Zizek Club
Sunday, April 19th
Antony and the Johnsons Brian Jonestown Massacre Busy P. Christopher Lawrence Clipse Devendra Banhart Etienne De Crecy Friendly Fires Fucked Up Groove Armada (DJ Set) K'naan Late of the Pier Lupe Fiasco Lykke Li M.A.N.D.Y. Marshall Barnes Mexican Institute of Sound My Bloody Valentine No Age Okkervil River Paolo Nutini Paul Weller Perry Farrell Peter Bjorn and John Plump Djs Public Enemy Roni Size Reprazent Sebastien Tellier Shepard Fairey Supermayer The Cure The Gaslight Anthem The Horrors The Kills The Knux The Murder City Devils The Night Marchers The Orb Themselves Throbbing Gristle Vivian Girls X Yeah Yeah Yeah's
Randy's Donuts
Acceptance
Driving. Eastbound on Sunset. Other Car, Westbound on sunset, suddenly turns left in front of me. Slam Brakes... BANG. Collision. Engine... no power, no revs, dead. Alejandra, OK (I really hope). Guy completes turn. I get out. Anger. Anger. Anger. Someone's stupidity can ruin your night in a split second. Guy stops. Gets out. I kick a fence really really hard. What the fuck did you do that for? Apologetic. Admitting fault. Confusion. Where's Ale? Up the street. I follow. Trying to console the best I could while trying to avoid accepting what just happened and doing a horrible job at it. Denial. Car's bleeding liquids. Stupid car. Stupid car. Stupid car. Stupid other driver, piece of fucking shit retarded motherfucker. Crowd gathers, walking back down as someone yells at me reminding me I should probably try move my car. Big white dude that helped me push my stupid car, at this point totaled, more towards the road. Getting out of car realizing that was its last resting place. Forgot the other drivers face. Where is he? There he fucking is. Suppressing my anger and rage. What do I do now? Call the cops? Good idea. 2:08 AM - 911. Please hold? Your call will be answered in order that is received? This message is for people with hearing problems? (TTY sounds). Minutes later. California highway patrol, whats the emergency. Accident, collision, Sunset/Edgecliff. Any injuries? None apparent (though I wish other fucking driver would have decapitated himself somehow). Hold, for transfer. LAPD non emergency... please hold. Call will be taken in order received. Next time please call 1-800-ASK-LAPD. Minutes later. Answer. Any injuries? None apparent. Ok, get other drivers info and have a nice day. WTF? Police arrive. Firetrucks arrive. Are you hurt sir? No I'm fine. Who else was in the car? She was. Are you hurt ma'am? "No, I'm fine". Mandatory evaluation? Trying hardest to grasp situation. Too many things in my head. Car is wrecked. Front gone. Engine squashed. His car? BM-fucking-W. Made out of steel. Right side squashed a bit. Tires popped out of his wheels. Officer to me: License, registration, proof of insurance? Handed license. Registration and insurance in car. Walk towards car. I start noticing pieces of my car all over the road. Theres one of the pulleys of my serpentine belt next to the curb. I start remembering the time my belt snapped and I had to drive my car from SMC all the way home without power steering and without a working water pump. Noticed my hood open. Did it open because of the impact? Doubtful. Someone probably popped the battery cable out to prevent car from exploding. Searching through glove box. Found my XM Antenna. Won't be needing that anymore. Hand officer registration/insurance. Paramedics checking Alejandra. Signing papers. Overhear peace officer (cop? paramed?) saying it's surprising no one got injured. I'm asked Airbags deployed? 1991 model, no airbags. Nervousness kicks in. What do I do now? Whats going to happen? First accident ever. No idea what standard procedure would be. I finally see the front of my car. Fuck. Right side has most of the damaged. If only I would have hit the brakes a split second sooner. If only he would have hit the gas more. If only he wouldn't have turned on me. If only I wouldnt have taken Sunset. If only I would have taken a second more to leave 4100. If only I would have taken the freeway. If only this wouldn't have happened. Still in shock and denial? Check up on Ale again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Told to go take care of situation. I call my dad, tells me he'll be there in a few minutes. Parameds leave. Crowd leaves. Tania arrives, Ale leaves (for the best). Just me, stupid (the other driver), and the two officers. Smell of burned rubber, engine smoke and car fluids (I still can't get that smell out of my system). Acceptance? Remembering learning how to drive in car. Remembering almost crashing on I-10 my first time on the freeway. Remembering the first time I drove to DMHS. Remembering my two driving tests. Failing the first, passing the second. Remembering driving to Belmont for night school. Remembering the time one of the spark plugs popped out while Daniel was in the car with me by Lafayette park. Remembering driving to Cal Poly. Remembering all the time I spent in my car, relaxed without a care in the world. Theres my bumper, about to fall out. Reflection? Other driver leaves. He stopped, gave officers his info. Besides being a stupid idiot and ruining my car he hasn't broken any laws. He leaves walking. Niceties are exchanged but I don't shake his hand. I let him know in front of the officers that right after the accident I wanted to beat the shit out of him. Officer looks at me surprised and ask me why I would say that. Oh I dont know, because his incompetence fucked me over? Officer laughs. Waiting for the tow truck to arrive. I share with the officers how that wrecked piece of Japanese engineering was my first car ever. How I was about to give it a tune up and change the brakes. "Well at least the other guy saved you that money." True officer. An extreme solution to a simple problem. He tells me about his first car. A rusted green truck with three on the wheel (Three gears on the wheel). I share how I always hoped to have my car forever. Fix it up one day. Change the engine to a 2.0 Liter. Paint it. Fix the interior. The tow truck arrives. Tow truck driver asks me if the officer taught me how to drive. I tell him to go fuck himself. This wasn't my fault. Felt like punching the guy. Back to anger? He takes off my front bumper and throws it inside my car. I realized that for that big of an impact my car took the hit pretty well. I wonder if Alejandra is really ok. I wonder if I'm ok. Do I feel any pain? Does anything hurt? Will anything hurt once my adrenaline levels settle down? There goes my car on the back of the tow truck, leaving behind a nice pool of car blood behind. I shake the officers' hand. They leave. I'm all alone. I notice a piece of my grill on the road. I pick it up. I consider taking it as a souvenir. I throw it back on the floor. Why bother? It starts sinking in slowly. I'm all alone. Just me and the remnants of my vehicle. I finally notice the tire marks I left behind while slamming on my brakes. You can tell the exact spot on the road where the impact happens because the straight tire marks suddenly shift right a bit until they end. I should have swerved to the left. Were there any other cars going westbound? I should have swerved damn it. Stupid thought. Could have had a head on collision with another vehicle if I did that. Stupid, stupid, stupid me. My stupidity is interrupted by a phone call. Yeah, dad's on his way, I'll be ok. SUV pulls over then departs. I'm all alone. I tweet. Dad finally gets there. I recreate the accident for him. We leave. As I sit in the passenger seat of his car, everything suddenly comes back to me. I wonder what gives. Why me? Why tonight? What gives? I get home. I get a phone call. I'll be ok. Talk to you tomorrow. I stand for about ten minutes wondering what do I do know? I suddenly get the urge to call my insurance company right away, while the details are fresh. I dial. Blah blah blah please call during business hours... Monday-Friday 8AM to... MONDAY? MONDAY? If anyone of you ever plan on crashing into me, please have the decency to do it on a weekday so I don't have to deal with the anxiety of calling my insurance company two days from now. 3:48 AM - Not sleepy. I open this up. Begin writing. Left hand still bothering me a bit. Not sleepy at all. 5:26AM I finish writing. Three hours and 26 minutes ago I was finishing up a pretty awesome day and now I'm just alive. Acceptance.
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