caffeine dreams / big bang machines

time to face the change

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 01:31:22 GMT

new LJ:

rara_imura

please add, as i will be retiring this LJ. that's right. It's going to retire in Florida, now. With lawn flamingos and Wednesday night BINGO.

my reading list: 2009

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 13:37:28 GMT

This list is compiled of books I already own, but have never read. Until I read all of them I will feel incredibly guilty for purchasing more reading material. In no particular order:

1. Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
2. Even Cowgirls Get The Blues - Tom Robbins
3. The Golden Compass - Philip Pullman
4. The Eye of the World - Robert Jordan
5. The Bookseller of Kabul - Asne Seierstad
6. The Last of the Mohicans - Fenimore Cooper
7. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
8. The Book of Three - Lloyd Alexander
9. The Black Cauldron
10. The Castle of Llyr
11. Taran Wanderer
12. The High King
13. The Complete Stories of Franz Kafka
14. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
15. First King of Shannara - Terry Brooks
16. The Sword of Shannara
17. The Elfstones of Shannara
18-19. The Heritage of Shannara (Books 1-2)
20. Voyage of the Jerle Shannara: Ilse Witch
21-25. Magic Kingdom of Landover Series (Books 1-5)
26. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer - Mark Twain
27. A Ring of Endless Light - Madeleine L'Engle
28. Book of Enchantments - Patricia C. Wrede
29. Tangerine - Edward Bloor
30. The Political Philosophy of Bakunin - G.P. Maximoff
31. American Psycho - Bret Easton Ellis
32. Twilight - Stephanie Meyer
33. Tales of Beedle the Bard - J.K. Rowling
34. Stardust - Neil Gaiman
35. A Short History of Nearly Everything - Bill Bryson

My goal is to read 3 books a week. Wish me luck!

it's 2009. it's business time.

Fri, 02 Jan 2009 03:07:58 GMT

At the stroke of midnight I found myself overlooking Tumon Bay, standing alongside many toga-clad hashers who were in varying stages of drunkenness. Nina and I were the only sane people there, which is saying something. Nina and I are a quite weird. After escaping the creepy advances of a certain lead singer we drove to Kamesha's house to get drunk(er) and play Halo.
We didn't end up playing Halo. Just drinking with Kamesha & NickChicken (Foreman was a sickboy).

I spent half of January first feeling sorry for myself because my car is DEAD. That's right. There's no fixing it on my budget, even with the help of Demus (thanks for volunteering, though). It's back to Mass Transit and asking for my mum for rides. I feel like I'm sixteen again, though not in a good way. After I stopped my pity party I felt really motivated to start on my various projects that I have going for 2009. I'm not going reveal what they are, because I tend to jinx myself when I do.

ANYWAY

I love you people. (insert tropic thunder joke here)

-rara

Spidercar is in the ER

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 04:17:55 GMT

Bad news for Sarah. After a hilariously bad night of Halo Live with Chi, NickChicken and Foreplay I woke up to drive blearily home and get ready for work. Imagine my supreese when I turned the key in the ignition and the only sound came from the airconditioning.
Nick was nice enough to drive me to Grandma's, where I borrowed Wes' jumper cables and went BACK to try and jump start my car. It turns out there's nothing wrong with the battery. So either my alternator belt needs to be changed or it's a problem with the starter. This all sounds very impressive, but my knowledge of cars is secondhand.
Therefore, I'll be relying on the parentals and Guam Mass Transit to get around. No one is more upset about this than I.
Hopefully I can still get out of the house for New Year's Eve.

My only resolution for 2009 is moving off this god-forsaken island to San Francisco to pursue acting.

Yes, yes. When pigs fly, right?
But didn't Pink Floyd already prove that was possible?

christmas is over.

Fri, 26 Dec 2008 06:18:26 GMT

christmas is over.

we can all resume being assholes to each other until December 25, 2009.

i found this video recently and it made christmas suck a lot less.

Tue, 23 Dec 2008 04:59:06 GMT

Took these pictures after Marc and I watched Twilight last Thursday. The movie was as horrible as everyone said it was, but I couldn't help going all fangirl when Rob Pattinson was onscreen.
Curse you Rob! You and your good looks!

There's a few more, but they're all on my flickr account.

The Darkness: A Muthafockin' Tribute!

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 11:21:52 GMT

It was a slow day in the office. I needed some theme music to keep me alive and kicking. I went through a long mental list of bands I haven't heard in awhile and decided to give The Darkness a listen for the first time in two years.
I remember vividly why I had such a love affair with The Darkness. Justin Hawkins, with his bedazzled spandex jumpsuits and oversexed hair was the most magnetic frontman I had ever seen. He evoked in my 15 year old self a sense of utmost loyalty. The power he wielded with those ridiculous falsettos would have Freddie Mercury(rest his soul) dancing in his grave. And what would The Darkness be without Justin's little brother Dan and his axe-wielding genius? His solo in I Believe In A Thing Called Love melts my face every time.
If Queen and Van Halen had a one-night stand, their abortion would be The Darkness.

Oh the kitsch! The odes to crabs! The glitter! The handlebar mustaches!

Take me away!

i'm the bubble girl with a horn

Sat, 13 Dec 2008 02:00:04 GMT

AIH makes me all kinds of happy.

I'd like to feed J-Lo to Robo Pete.

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 04:57:02 GMT

It's nice to know that in these times of economic stress, people can still afford to buy shitty, plastic lawn decorations in celebration of a holiday that has nothing to do with Jesus. God, I love America!

Here is a list of things I haven't worried about for the past 4 years:
1. Being trampled on Black Friday by rabid soccer moms
2. Buying pseudo-personal gifts for family members I despise
3. Wondering how to avoid the Salvation Army people at store entrances (feign deafness/satanic possession)
4. Answering awkward questions from members of my ex-church (feign seizures/satan-worship)

Being agnostic is probably the easiest position to defend. It's like the 5th amendment of religions.

On a side note, I'm making it a point to be a better lj friend and, you know, actually find some lj friends besides Kamesha and Nick.

[post script]I love Kamesha and Foreman. :]

sorry Nick

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 11:25:25 GMT

I haven't kept up on posting.

Maybe because I'm too lazy to look for my friends on LJ.

hot pockets?
hoooot pockets!

leap frog faith

Sat, 17 May 2008 02:45:53 GMT

There's something about the summer that stokes the fire of my neuroses. It could just be the fact that schools are out. And the presence of so many teenagers gamboling about in tight, little covens reminds me horribly of my high school years.
Thinking about high school ignites my already sporadic social anxiety. The crowds, the noises, the LOLs. Sometimes it is overwhelming. Fuck all...I thought I got over this paralysis a long time ago.

i'm back?

Sat, 10 May 2008 07:08:14 GMT

Expect the unexpected.

bonafide hustla

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 08:23:52 GMT

kira's back yaaaaay.

some day very very soon i will have that Nikon D40 in my hands.
then all will be good in the world.
except for africa.
SORRY AFRICA.

i love M.I.A. gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!

my bff is now my bf

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 10:58:12 GMT

gtfo.

seriously.

he's AMAZING. that's right, i said it.

greent tea in the morning

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 00:28:26 GMT

   found a bunch of vicodin on friday.
   passed out promptly at matapang [again] after taking two.
   got some wonderful candy for the future.

Last night after work i blazed up with Eff, Leif & Chris. Fun, fun. We drove around in circles in an empty parking lot, listening to The Shins and laughing hysterically. Then I went home and became fairly productive.

Jesus, do I love the mary jane.

viva la weekend

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 08:08:33 GMT

getting waterguns from k-mart & skeet skeeting all over tourists in tumon.

fiesta hotel and all the skanks that left so the party was again.

matapang and being too fucked up to care if i was laying in the sand.

waking up sunday and only working for 4 hours.

hanging out with pops & watching grandma's boy for the umpteenth time.

<3

single by default

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 12:01:40 GMT

Co-dependent.
Hypocrite.
Coward.
Mama's boy.
Control freak.

All you were good for were empty promises and half-assed reassurances.
It's not sad. It's a damn good comedy, if you ask me.

The curtain's down.
You don't deserve an encore.

OH F^*&K NO MANA!

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 14:04:55 GMT

Myspace is being queer and telling everyone I'm online when I'm not.

Livejournal is more fun. It's like talking to myself and realizing that at least one person heard me.

Talk people. It's lonely in the stratosphere.

to be continued [?]

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 11:07:38 GMT

break
	By far the most idiotic concept ever created. Introduced to the masses by friends when Ross and Rachel went on a "Break." Since then, when girls are too stupid, bitchy or confused to just break up with someone, the decide to "take a break." The terms definitions can vary to allow each partner to see other people during this time, or they can set the rules so that neither of you can see others*. The later enables them to suck what is left of your soul out before they break up with you and latch onto someone else. The literal translation of "I think we should go on a break" when translated to actual english is " I'm a bitch and I would like to waste some more of your time by half staying together." This just isn't working anymore, I think we should take a break, I still love you, it's just...

*pretty much.

let's just forget this fight and all its implications

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 19:42:52 GMT

you just don't tell artists what to do.

we get fiesty and, worse yet, we don't listen.

i finally understand how i am addicted to addiction.

Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?

livejournaltarded

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 21:31:07 GMT

I'm still an LJ noobzorz, which is taking the piss out of me because I'm usally pretty good at all that html crap.

KIDS was a [taco] supremely fucked up movie. It made me not want to have intercourse, it was so bad. Osker knows. I nearly threw up on him when the sex scenes were happening. The twelve year olds smoking cannabis were really entertaining, though.

"Christ on your neck. That's nice."

   Being sober last night really fucked with my mind. I was everyone's emotion dummy.
"Sara you're so sweet. Let me tell you MY FEELINGS!"
"ZOMG Sara I feel like I've known you forever."
"One time when I was five, my uncle touched me in my special place"

HEY. Being sober doesn't render me nicer or more sensitive. In fact, whatever agression I harbor for you is   205729067689037 times amplified.  NOW GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!
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McGriddles own my soul

Wed, 30 May 2007 19:01:23 GMT

oh look, first entry.

ten seconds ago i skipped off to the kitchen to eat my customary meal-before-sleep & i found a bag of McFatass just laying there. So...tempting. what ensued was one of the most vicious battles that my conscious has ever had.
the fat kid in me was screaming, "JESUS CHRIST EAT THE MOTHERFUCKING MCGRIDDLES!!" and the anorexic in me was screaming, "THAT'S LIKE 1000 CALORIES ARE YOU INSANE?!"
it was funny because there was no angel on my shoulder telling me, "Don't eat it because it doesn't belong to you."
i kept thinking about how disgusting i feel right after consuming one of those grease sandwiches versus how good it feels going down. my highly evolved homo sapien brain went through fifteen emotions in about two seconds.
i swear. semi-brain aneurism.

so i ate it.
now i'm waiting to see if anyone says anything.
but i don't think they will. they only get mad if i eat the Chef Boyardee for the kids or drink their Mr. Browns. my family is weird like that.
but if i eat a whole burger without asking and don't even own up to it, they just sort of expect it.

it's not my fault.
they should have hidden it better.