ibis attack

Tonight I went to Epcot with Tom and Bobert for the last time before they move to California at the end of the week. We had dinner at the quick service restaurant outside of Mexico, where a white ibis, now also known as an ol' chopstick face, jumped onto the table and stole one of the pieces of fried fish out of my fish tacos.

Then we watched Illuminations together for the last time, which was bittersweet because we've watched it together so many times before.

rainbow springs

I remember the time before I moved to Orlando when the pictures of Central Florida's natural springs seemed like an unbelievable dream. They also don't disappoint in real life. Within an hour or two from the barren cultural wasteland of mini-golf courses and regular-sized gold courses, shitty chain restaurants, and tasteless souvenir shops, are some of the most beautiful blue bodies of clear water I have ever seen. So far I've visited Weeki Watchee, Wekiva, and Blue Springs, and today Vana and her friends and I went to Rainbow Springs, Florida's fourth largest spring.  It produces over 490 million gallons of water daily. The water stays 72 degrees year-round and made for perfect swimming temperature.

what is grown up

what is grown up? i worked until 5:30pm. i drove home and thought about my to-do list. i walked in the door and put my laundry in the washing machine first thing. i started defrosting chicken and touched all the cabinets with my chicken hands. i timed the rice to finish cooking when the curry was done. i browsed reddit as i ate. i had one beer. i was rejected from a job i applied to a month ago. i washed all my dishes. i moved the laundry to the drying machine. i cleaned my room and answered e-mails from work and my parents. i worked on a new job application for two hours but didn't send it. i put away my clean clothes. i watched true life: save my teen marriage. i wrote a postcard. i kept checking who was on google hangouts and wondered how long they would be there. 

rumble grumble

the thunder outside sounds like people dropping boxes all over the place

feelinvs

people stop having feelings nowadays, so i hear

weird cat

i'm trying to learn zbrush and i'm pretty obsessed with this cat i just made

closing time

i thought i saw the turtle dead on the side of the road today but i couldn't be sure.

this has been a terrible day and i'm glad it's about to be snuffed out of existence.

a new hope

My roommate and his GF (aka my dancercise partner) just got engaged this week on the teacups in Disneyland. In the meanwhile, the most monumental event of my life this week thus far is that I watched Star Wars Episode IV for the first time last night with Sinay, who has just moved back to Orlando from Ohio. It was fine.

A thing I feel terrible about is that on the drive home today there was a softshell turtle on the road again and there were a ton of cars around and no one had hit it yet as my other roommate and I passed by but it seemed like only a matter of time. The turtle had sucked its head into its shell so it was hard to tell it was a turtle. Afterwards I couldn't stop thinking about it and feeling like I should've tried to pick it up and move it and now I'm scared there'll be a dead turtle on the road when I drive into property again tomorrow. 

forest spirits

Uggg I'm going to try to make a comeback from my recent period of silence. The uncertainty of my life has been feeling sort of demotivating. I recently discovered that the key to enjoying the weekend is to do as little as possible. When you spend most of it lying around, it feels like it lasted a hearty length of time. If you go galavanting around, it feels like it never happened at all.

This morning I woke up unnecessarily early, so I visited the nature preserve by my house for the first time. It was really serene walking on a flat, easy trail guarded on both sides by saw palmetto. With every step I scared away unseen animals in the bushes, sent scrabbling with terror at the sound of my approach. I could never see them; I could only hear their violent thrashing and it felt like I was in a Miyazaki forest.

A person I know took this delightful photo of a perhaps perfect weekend spent on a platform boat in Venice, CA

sigh

I've accidentally put my cell phone in the fridge twice this week. The second time I left the house at 12:30am and actually drove back to the bar I had been at to look for it unsuccessfully and came home to discover that it had been in the fridge all along.

hellokitty episode

watching this week's episode of rupaul's drag race last night made me feel angry and restless for hours and i had to go to bed early. i rarely disagree with ru's eliminations but this time i felt the fire.

cat aunt

last summer, me and steve buscemi

frogsong

i've been trying to get a good audio recording of the fireworks from our neighborhood for my mentor, who moved to california this past january and doesn't get to hear them from his house every night anymore. last night i sat parked by a lake while the audio recorder nested in tall grasses. a mosquito got into the car and bit the shit out of me and my legs and hand have been swollen and painful all day, but i'm listening to the audio recording right now and it might have been worth it. 

my life in seasons

i recently had my first experience of having someone i was previously involved with get married to someone else. it's not a relationship i pine for but it's a really unsettling feeling, even when you haven't responded to his e-mails in literally years but only out of anxiety.

lately i've been thinking about my life in seasons of game of thrones. first season, i was dating bagel who wanted to watch the show because he had seen people talking about it on reddit. i spent most of the episodes too drunk to understand what was going on, but enjoyed it nonetheless. second season, bagel abandoned ship and i continued watching the show on my own. my housemate in mid-city, chlom, always referred to the show as bone of thrones. third season i watched in bushwick at aijia's apartment, where we'd cuddle griffin and drink wine and watch the show while perched on craggs' bed and attempted to avoid drunkenly splashing the wine all over the sheets. aijia had read most of the books and was always able to explain wtf was going on. by season four we'd moved in together and watched it in our apartment huddled on the living room couch on willoughby, boozing and waiting for the new episode which had just aired to be uploaded for the pleasure of pirates everywhere. during the show we'd pause the show every few moments to discuss wtf was going on. fifth season is the first season in two years that i'm watching without her, where i'm in florida gchatting to ask if she's watched the episode yet, and i've watched the first two episodes thus far with my housemate/little bro figure kev, who sometimes talks during the episode but i forgive him.

midnight purchases

i just bought a dancing hula girl for my car dashboard on amazon