this chocolate tastes like rust

too much bitter

too little sweet

saturday

first drumline competition, 2nd place and bumped to a-division! 1st place without the time penalty during set-up. sure missed the thrill of live performance.

and ucla took down #10 arizona in the last game in pauley. trapani (j.r.w.'s great-grandson) makes the last shot on the storied court. fitting, and as my mom put it--how it was always meant to be.

while our blood's still young

songs of desperation

a moment,

there are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired

smothered

kay

perfection.

"what do you think you're doing? playing hide and go seek?!"

roses

ticket to the moon

falling back into superfluous habits,

and not just in my writing.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

blurs

he's not sure what happened to it.

it was a fleeting thought

blurring by like a

nightlit downtown

it did exist

it was tangible,

it was so tangible

but now he's not sure where it went

it seemed to float off

a crimson balloon

filled with platelets

popping in the heavens and

scattering into abyss

nestled into ether

somewhere between

the pacific and sirius

somewhere where

it's now shining away

a slow burn until its

collapse, folding into the

deepest blankets of void

but until then

he still wonders where it went

or more, how it got there

but he knows that he can still

see it in the crude oil skies

a constant, in the

blur of a passing downtown

rough downfall

just me, a twitching right eye, and finals week.

and i.

i really like the word asphyxiation.

islands

wu.

"freed of normal constraints, some of the young let go of their inhibitions and, under cover of darkness, caressed one another, without any thought of others, alone in the world."

f

it's a saturday afternoon

crawl down memory lane

of when stars decide to shine just

a little bit brighter, to

smother exhaustion

and burn every last bit of

quarter til midnight happiness

left, but

the stars don't always remember

and sometimes overcast

dampens the cosmos

and then i'm left on my own

singing in the hallways

belting out those

quarter past one ballads

hoping that the overcast won't

cover up everything else

i lovehate you microsoft excel.

lovehate with a passion.

chinese new year eve,

wish i could be with the family i cared about.

helloo february.

i was going to write some melodramatic, dumb (might i mention cliche as well) post about january ending, but screw that, because tonight, feb. first, was great.

• philly cheesesteak with rib-eye, cheez whiz, bacon and chipotle sauce on a wheat roll (bera's cheese steak)
• korean-latino fusion chicken taco with mild secret sauce of heaven and cabbage (forgot truck's name)
• monstrously good crepe with peanut butter (love), nutella, and bananas (crepes bonaparte)
• a scoop of candied bacon ice cream and a scoop of guinness ice cream (cool haus)
• "forget you" beltin' while going down westwood blvd.

food, friends, fun. i can't honestly say life is perfect as is, it's nowhere near, but tonight made it as close to perfect in this situation as possible, and i guess that's what life is all about.

cheers to one of the best nights of 2011 (first of many?). and how every tuesday evening should be spent.