me and this bottle

myspace tells me justin is married.
justin was my first boyfriend, high school sweetheart,
first love, first heartbreak.

it’s not that i should care,
but it’s weird to know that someone i used to think i was going to marry
has married someone else.
know what i mean?

and also, i’ve been drinking and it’s 3am so i’m all mooshy and shit.
and i’ve been thinking about how relationships weren’t always bad,
that maybe i should stop harboring all the bad memories and think about the good stuff.
at least that’s what this bottle of pisco is telling me.

so yeah, some of the good times:

• whenever i was mad at j., he’d do the craziest, retarded telly (from larry clark’s kids) impression.
and i’d laugh and not be mad anymore.

• on our first date, t. and i sat parked in my little miata until 4am, talking about music.

• c. was like, “i’m not gay, but if i could fuck a voice, it’d be bradley nowell’s.”
and i was like, “whoah. me too.”

• n. and i were drunk in the taxi coming back from charlie’s this one time
and he tells me he wants to marry me and i’m like, “for real?” and he goes, “yeah”
and then he ties a tiny piece of string to my finger.

• s. made my world spin whenever he kissed me.

• a. sadly, i cannot remember much about him except that this one time,
he hacked my calculator so i could ace my stats exam.

• v. surprised me by driving over late one evening and gave me the longest hug goodnight
because i had texted him, “i really miss you.”

• the first time he came to visit, b. brought cookies for my dad and lychees for my mom.
the cookies were soft because my dad has sensitive teeth. and my mom loves lychees.

• • • • •

sometimes, i unintentionally make things that reveal how i feel at that moment.
and i guess this is what loneliness looks like.

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currently listening to:
monte reminded me of how wonderful this girl is.
as cheeky as she gets sometimes, the lyrics in this one track kill me.

littlest things

nrn rocks my world.

sheri, my audio production professor from last spring,
asked me to crew on her short film, toy horse,
a fairytale about a talking.. well, toy horse.

i am a lousy script supervisor.
she figured since i was good at details, i could handle continuity issues.
wrong.

i could remember that the actress placed the bag, tilted 27 degrees right,
two inches away from the center bottom of the table,
but i couldn’t remember with which arm she was holding her purse.
“what? she was holding a purse?!”

cassie.

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anne.

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cassie again.

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also did a flyer for drew.
was hoping because the party was called trance addict
i could get away with making a funky rave flyer.
but he was like, “no veanne! sexy. we want sexy.”

alright then.

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(that’s julianna on the flyer, from a shoot i did at my old valencia apartment last year)

currently listening to:

this
describes my mood.

mmm cubans.

i haven’t been in boston since i left three and a half years ago.

yesterday morning,
kalli was at work and linh was passed out, jet lagged
so i took the red line to a little coffee shop in central square
and sat in front of their window with my mint mocha and laptop for a few hours,
watching people go by.

i also finished up a sixteen-page distribution booklet.

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not sure what to write. about boston i mean.
i’m a little sad, a little nostalgic.
a lot of memories attached to this city.
not sure what to write,
but i know that i did miss boston and i’m glad to be back,
even if it’s only for a short time.

also a lot happy
because i get to hang out with my two loves, linh and kalli.

tomorrow we leave for new york.

above linh’s bathroom sink. made my morning teeth brushing happy time.

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currently listening to:
next week we’re having an “international karaoke night.”
jimmy said he’s gonna sing a punjab love ballad.

i’m gonna rock frankie laine’s

rose rose i love you

except in mandarin. :)

usf film arts festival

joey and i are sneaking in juice bottles mixed with vodka
and we’re thinking of heading to the dna lounge afterwards for some bootie mash ups.

lemme know if you’re down and we’ll save you a spot.

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