So much for making environmentalists’ hearts ache over the possibility that I could’ve spent this morning driving faraway in solitude and not in the carpool lane, driving and wondering where the road could possibly lead me, but doing my part to eat away at the ozone layer.
Maybe I’ll stay at home and spam my tumblr until bitter followers leave and Explore the mountains of gif tumblrs out there in today’s incarnation of the tumblr directory.
I wish I could tell you I opened my arms up while standing on a cliff looking out to a roaring blue sea, but I’m not as glamorous as an old Creed video.
No, my arms are not wide open, but I’m doing what millions or even billions are doing right now- sitting in front of a keyboard and a monitor wasting or spending hours of time online. Bwuaha! And I love it.
I feel happy. Or content, or some knockoff of happiness or contentment. I don’t really quite know what it is, but I thought I’d document it in vain self-absorption.
I’m still uncomfortable typing out my own thoughts out loud and I really don’t think this is a worthwhile venture, but maybe someone out there disagrees with me so here I am, letting Google’s crawlers know that at this moment, I felt rather happy and at peace, at least for a little bit.
You know what this post could use? Some ads and some linked keywords and some revenue streams. Just kidding.
Am I hip? Am I too hip? Am I not hip enough? Hahaha, kidding again, I don’t really want to play the “let’s be an insecure teenage girl” game again.
Today feels like a hug from a good friend. An awkward hug because hugging hasn’t been dictated as the norm during the course of this friendship. But a good hug, a sincere one.. even if it is with one arm and not two.
I wonder what my life would sound like if it was summarized for an art history paper.
Attempt #1 - Christine Luc was. AND IS NO MORE
Attempt #2 - Christine Luc started out her life in a rather mundane fashion like many of those in her generation, but arose to the realms of brilliance in the years following a freak accident involving a rocket ship, a baseball and 2 pom poms.
Attempt #3 - Christine Luc? Oops, sorry I meant Pablo Picasso
What would my paper even be like, if a college student ended up writing about me? If there was an afterlife, I wonder what dead artists think if they were to read student papers about them. If I suffered through World Wars 1 and 2 and created timeless works of art from engaging in or hiding from years of war, I’d want the student to at least make enough effort for a B+ or A- paper about me. Humor peppered in would be icing on the cake. But none of that compares to breaking auction records for most expensive works of art sold in recent memory..
Go away. You’ve done enough damage and broken enough hearts. You’ve definitely broken enough people just to see them crack and crumble. Well, they have. I don’t need a mockery of such people to continue any longer, especially for good friends of mine and loved ones. Just leave. Take your cynical news reporters and jackal scam artists with you. We’re all done with you. You’re not welcome here and I’d appreciate it if you just left. Shut the door behind you please and do not return.
The internet is mildly abuzz over the the-burning-house.com and their tumblr of what people would bring with them should their houses burn down. Here’s my answer.
-Geraldo the plush labbit with a mustache
-My purse and whatever’s in it
-My cactus Pokey
If the flames were burning rather slowly, I’d try to cart off with
-My trusty bummy jacket
Flying home soon. I can’t wait to see everyone! Still on the fence whether it’ll be a weekend, a whole week, or even longer than a week (but that’s why I bought flexible plane tickets; thanks Southwest).
I’ll hit up museums. Maybe the beach. Plenty of delicious restaurants! Cute little bookshops. Antique row. ALL the thrift, obviously. (Mom always knows the latest “places” to go.) I’m sure being home will energize me.. and if not, it’ll energize me to peace out and fly back north.
Ooo there’s also San Gabriel, the fobby kingdom of Los Angeles County. I wonder if there’ll be any fun festivals to check out? There always is.
There’s always something going on in LA.. you just got to find it. It’ll be an adventure!
In anticipation of great things.