Snack Attack

I'm beginning to think I'm recieving subliminal messages from watching MTV. I mean "duh" right? But I'm starting to really tune into what they are trying to say to me. They are saying "SNACK ATTACK!" Suddenly after watching an episode of The Real World I want to go to the store and load up on Oreo Caksters. I want to demolish a can of Pringles. Timber shares my sentiments. I think we actually fuel eachother. I wish snack food wasn't such crap.

I'm so tired, sheep are counting me

So call it a complex, if you will, but if I'm not filling atleast 90 percent of my week with exhausting activites, I get antsy. The problem with this is, sometimes I get in over my head and end up doing too much. This week, I feel is one of those weeks. I need some coffee.....

Neopolitan Dreams

You go on I'll be okay
I can dream the rest away
It's just a little touch of fate
It'll be okay
It sure takes its precious time
But it's got right and so have I

I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little theives
Under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn't be a longer time
I feel like I am walking blind
I have nowhere I'll have time

There are no legible signs

I like the way that you talk
I like the way that you walk
It's hard to recreate
Such an individual gait
You wait your turn in the queue
You say your sorrys and thankyou's
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room

You're not in the room

Deepest of the dark nights
Here lies the highest of highs
Neopolitan dreams, stretching out to the sea
You wait your turn in the queue
You say your sorrys and thankyou's
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room

Picture Cred- Deviantart.com
Song Cred- Lisa Mitchell

De Dee De De DEE de Dee. TEQULIA!

Last night was interesting... I'm sure all parties involved would agree. Looking back I think there is only one thing to blame for last night's happenings. TEQUILA! As soon as I got off of dance rehearsal yesterday my presence was requested at Fostey's house in NoPo. I drove straight there and dove right into a nice game of "fuck the dealer" outside on the grass in the warm sunshine. Yes Please!.. After putting on steady buzz we decided it was Teach Timber how to perform a proper cartwheel time (Always a good choice after a couple margaritas). All I can really say about that is wow... she's gonna be feeling that tommorow. Imagine trying to land 20 cartwheels on your your ass. Not fun.......but really quite hilarious.
Got some drunk dialing done last night. Called Justin even though I had spoken with him two hours prior. You know when you start to get drunk and there's one person you really really really really want to talk to even though you have nothing to say? Yea, it was kind of like that. It seemed like he shared my enthusiasm at the time though so I feel like the drunk dialing was justified in some sense or another. And if it wasn't justified then it was definitely Justinified which I think is much better anyways.
Further on into the night I find myself praying to the porcelain goddess. Nothing came of it but I felt much safer there than anywhere else when the room started spinning. You would hope that I would have enough common sense to realize that I should eat something with my margaritas. But no.. I had to jump the gun as usual. Anyways, I don't actually end up yacking but do crawl into the tub for a little R&R. Luckily, KathLeenypoo finds me 10 minutes later and crawls in with me. Ah yes. 2 girls, 1 tub. Perfect. I'm fairly certain that we didn't climb out of the tub for another hour or so. We just sat there as people came into pee, talk, or whatevs. Probably one of the better hours I spent last night.
So the night had it's ups and downs. Some highlights to be pointed out without going into too much detail:

Jam session in the basement with several talented musicians (not including myself in that statement) where I terribly perform my tequilad renditions of 4 Non Blondes, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and Red Hot Chili Peppers. Someone stop me next time please. Seriously

Lost my sexy boots at least 5 times.

Had a heart to heart with Timber J.

Akward sexual advances.....

Cuddle party in Fostey's bed with me, JENNA!!!, Fosteys and LEEN. So glorious. I want to snuggle them all my life.

That's about it. All other details surrounding last night have either been removed from my memory or are too scandalous for the public.

And now.. a beer in the shower.

The year of the Shark

According to the Chinese this is the year of the Tiger. They are wrong. The shark will prevail in 2010. It's imminent. My companions are blood thirsty like never before. I myself am feeling a tinge of hunger. It has been 4 months since my last attack and I cannot deny my nature, I am a predator. It seems Thresher has pulled some brief assaults recently. MAN DOWN!!! And Great White, from what I've gathered has pulled a solid blitzkreig on the small town of Santa Cruz, California. I was awoken last night at 2 a.m. by a voicemail brandishing the melody of "Bad Touch" by the Blood Hound Gang. This is no doubt a beacon to all sharks saying "Blood has been shed on the battle field". Crimeny.

As I sit here in the Saturday morning sun, I am feeling thankful for multiple things in my life. 1. The beautiful lizard on my shoulder, Ms. Crusty Buttons. 2. Push Jones' first performance was a success!!! 3. I will be in the bay area in 19 days. and
4. Not only will I be seeing mister wonderful, but will also be visiting with GREAT WHITE the legend herself. This both frightens and excites me because these two people I cherish will be in the same proximity for the first time ever. Great White Eversole is notorious for the gauntlets she'll run a man through before he is deemed a worthy challenger. In most cases, I've been in the position to play jury to Judge GW in regards to sizing up fellow shark's bait. I am now in the hot seat. God help me. Mister W has definitely peaked the interest of my Lady White, a direct quote "let's see what kind of man has kept Hammerhead so locked down on nights when I'm making out with 2nd grade teachers".
The poor bastard doesn't even know that I've practically purified myself in his honor. This shall be interesting....

“A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one.”
Heraclitus of Ephesus

We're doing things.

Tommorow is my hip hop crew, Push Jones' first performance of the season. Am I nervous? Within reason, yes. One because I haven't technically performed in over a year and two, because I will be getting off work late and have to drive to Corvallis in Friday evening traffic on I-5 South. I'm sure I'll make it. I mean the show starts atleast 4 hours after I get off of work but you never know, you know?

Other than that I am epicly stoked. I feel that even though we just kind of pulled our heads out of our asses it's going to be wonderful. I love the routine and I love my crew (though it may be a bit early to use the word love). I can't wait for so many things in regards to Push Jones. We have a kick ass website coming out soon (pushjones.com) and more shows to come within the next 2 weeks! Shit.. that reminds me.... I gotta dance in high heeled boots in 2 weeks. Holy freaking cow. (Why Goldie Hammerhead Locks are you dancing in high heeled boots when you are in a hip hop crew?) Well that question is easily answered. Our dearest choreographers are very talented and very different in their styles. One is more traditional old school hip hop funk and the other is sexy burlesque saucy hip hop. It makes for a stunning combination and I think it will be perfect to diversify Push Jones. More to come about us and our adventures! This
PLUS This
= PUSH JONES!

Really nerding myself out right now.

So it's Tuesday, kind of my Friday and I am drowning in the show Californication. I love this show one because he is a novelist, two he is a sex addict, and three he is David Duchovony. My mind meanders back to the day when I used to watch this stud on the X-Files. *sigh* Moulder *sigh*. Aside from this, his new stuff is equally as quality. In fact, this quote from the show (said by Mia) struck me as one of the more beautiful things I have heard on this mundane Tuesday.

"Here we are, she thought, At the edge of the world, the very edge of western civilization, and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything, that we keep falling into each other and fucking our way towards the end of days."

Amen, Californication. Amen.

Happy early birthday to me.

Oh Monday, how you've made a turn for the better. Today at work was a bit rough seeing as though my client's house was a disaster when I showed up (p.s. I'm a house keeper). I only had 4 hours to turn the house around too so it was a bit stressful. I didn't even have a moment to eat a banana (shame). Thankfully, my ever so understanding boss came to help me and we finished 45 minutes late. Not too bad but not my best.
So I'm driving home and then it strikes me.. "SHIT! I have to buy my Sasquatch Music Festival ticket tonight to get the most reasonable price on a 3 day pass!" So I rushed home tired but excited to make my purchase. Thankfully, Timber J is home (eating a salad ofcourse) and informs me that her and Leen have already bought their passes. I must buy mine IMMEDIATELY then! So I dish out the $187.00 scrillas even though I don't get paid til Friday. Prices will continue to increase after the release of the lineup tonight though so better now than later. Those bastards at Sasquatch just wanted to see how badly I wanted it. I know it... Closing such a deal on a Monday and not a Friday.BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I will take the hit and consider this an early birthday present to myself. The last festival ticket I recieved as a birthday gift was an absolute success (Outside Lands 2008) AMAZING. I'm still dragging my jaw from seeing Radiohead perform live.
So here I am, the proud owner of a Sasquatch ticket. You might be asking yourself, "Well who the hell is playing then?" Haha. Funny you ask that. I don't know yet. Does that sound stupid? Why buy a 3 day festival ticket when the lineup could potentially (hopefully not) be pure rubbish?...

Cus I'm an asshole that's why!



What I'm really looking forward to is running around in a bathing suit all day long with my wonderful friends (3 confirmed as of right now), camping, drinking all day long, sweating in the sun, seeing bands that I'm stoked on, seeing bands that I mildly care for, seeing bands that I've never heard of, taking in the Gorge, being ridiculous, and dancing wildly. If nothing else, it will be the most expensive view of the Columbia River that I have invested in as of yet.

Furthermore, the lineup comes out tonight and I'm pumped to see what kind of mystery bag I've dug my little hand into. I'm hoping for some MGMT, Radiohead (would love to see them again. best concert EVER!), Temper Trap, Kings of Leon, Animal Collective, Bon Iver, The Avett Brothers, Mos Def, NIN, Broken Social Scene, Why?, Micheal Franti (another very very awesome live performer), Andrew Bird, Beirut, etc. Just to name a few from festivals I've seen before or were included in the lineup last year. C'mon May! Where you at!?!?!?!

Apparently I'm on a BJ diet...

I am welcoming the weekend with open arms. The weekend is too good to let it slip by in mediocrity. Last night, I was planning on going to another warehouse party but circumstances would have it that everyone was already too tired or too drunk to make the trek downtown. Good thing too because I myself was feeling a bit tired and unfit to terrorize the Portland population. Those long work weeks seem to really catch up on Friday around 6 p.m.
Sarah and Kathleen lured me out of the house with a trip to Target, however, first having to stop on an errand at a friends' mother's home. (Will not go into detail about that). And then! Target! I was excited because when I had gone there before there were a lot of cute summer items out, I had a gift card, and needed a bathing suit. My excitement turned to horror when I actually realized bathing suit season was actually coming up. Rotten! Kathleen and I both agreed that we need to "pull it in a bit" "tighten it up". Ha. Understatement. I am clearly in love with two men, both Ben and Jerry. BEN AND JERRY'S I CURSE THEE!!!!!! >:0 This is me, the Ice Cream Huntress but "pulled in a bit" and sexy... oh yea and with wings.. and brown hair.

Got out of Target relatively unscathed. I always love looking at the combination of purchases all together. I ended up cashing out with some lime green sunglasses, a pair of banana yellow boy short underwear, a bottle of Andre champagne, and some mascara. I want to wear and have all of them on at once, and nothing else. God I'm glamourous.

Thankfully instead of dragging our asses downtown for the night, the wolfpack gathered itself at Tim and August's lovely abode. Guitars and music equipment can always be found scattered about their habitat. This pleases me because for the last year I've been forcing myself to have the patience to learn more about music. I want to understand what seems so foreign and confusing about it to most people. I've been playing guitar since last April. That seems to be going okay but what really freaks me out is the piano. DUDE so many things lie in those little black and ivory keys. Fucking terrifying. Where to even start? So following my hesitancy I sat down at Tim and August's little keyboard, put on the headphones so I wouldn't subject my friends to the noise, and busted out my rendition of "Wind Beneath My Wings". I will not glorify myself, it was the same version of this song that I learned when I was five, taught by someone I don't even remember, and played just as horribly. Finger pecking goodness.
Then August came over and showed me a E on the E major scale. The first, the third, and then fith note. Ah that makes since. I get it. I sat there for ten minutes playing that same chord. Walking up and down in as graceful as possible (not graceful). I looked up at the keyboard above to reference the root of the the G. Fiddled with it just long enough to find the first, the third, and the fith again. Again, I played that chord for 10 minutes. So now, as much as I fear the piano, I'm on my way... Somewhere.
The night continued on with some PBR and Catan. If you guys don't know what Catan is, all I can tell you is that it's a game about colonization, it takes for fucking ever, and it calls for people to constantly be saying, "I need wood", "Someone needs to give me wood", and "I've got some wood". Take note, I'm never actually playing this game. I'm only sitting or lying in the living room giggling to myself in a sea of "that's what she said" jokes. Call me immature but it hasn't gotten old for me yet. Moreover, some folks split off to colonize their bunk ass nations and a couple of us were left in the living room chatting.I took the liberty of pirating some music off of Tim's laptop. He's got a pretty good selection on there. Or atleast, HAD a good selection on there. Ten minutes into my piracy, Tim's estranged cat, Saturn, quite literally pushed a t.v. off the entertainment center in hopes to sabotage both me and the computer! I remain. Tim's computer. Eh, not so much. The screen is fucked. Though it does make a really pretty rainbow mountain looking picture now. Not long after I was sprawling my overly beered body over the couch, sunglasses on to hide my tired eyes. This ofcouse, would not suffice for August and Kathleen who insisted that I needed to be pulled off the couch by my leg and tickled into an oblivion.
"NOT MY SUNGLASSES!" I screamed.
They, being the good friends that they are spared them, but did not back down on their tickle attack. Damn them. I plotted my revenge.
Later as Leen and I lay on the couch, fate would have it that August picked a wrestling battle with everyone in the living room. I was once again abruptly wakened with a pull on my leg. At that point I realized that the other wolves had it under control so I faded back into my nap, but not before whispering the words to Kathleen, "August must suffer". And he did, Ben and Tim had their revenge. Eventually all were wrestled out and had to quit. Thank god. August is an animal with a little bit of courage in him. And yes, he will admit to you that he is an animal and will "rock your world".
And here I am, Saturday morning in all my glory, double fisting mimosa's and cups of coffee. Got my bearded dragon, Crusty Buttons at my side, and we are sharing a banana. I'm looking forward to Push Jones rehearsal cus we have our first performance next week (***&%^$#!!!!) and I will be horseback riding with a couple ladies at 5. You smell that people? It smells like a spectacular Saturday... o no wait.. that's just Timber Jenny's shampoo...

Knotty Girl

I've been in a relationship for 3 years now... with my dreadlocks. It all started when I was a young girl in middle school searching for a definition of beauty that I could agree with. I saw it every day in school, at the mall, on mtv. Beauty! Ahh so beauty is a size 0 waist, bleach blonde hair, and a Roxy label! Aha! I get it! I'm fuckin on it! And I so was. Wore Roxy every day of my life, highlighted my already blonde hair, and battled with myself behind closed doors about why I couldn't squeeze into those Tiny Wahine jeans cus they fit me perfectly fine last year, damn it!

It was precious. Me and my 20 girl friends looked exactly a like, sometimes wore the same thing to school (fucking bitch!), and spoke like the cast of Legally Blonde. Eventually we grew out of it. I went polar and tried the goth look for awhile. There was something so dark/mysterious/dirty about that whole getup. My parents sat back in horror thinking, "what the hell has happened to our pristine child?" I sat back in defiance saying, "Hey guess what I'm going to peirce next?" I guess we all go through that stage, right? Anywho the point is, during this time I began experimenting with dreads. I would twist off sections, stick it with gallons of hair shit, and VOILA!!!! My mother's nightmare! (Looked in the archives for some evidence, but none of such has been recovered. I might have burned them all. haha) Ma flipped and my step father demanded that I "never do that to (my) hair again."

Okay... I won't... Until I'm 18 and don't give a FUUUUHHHCCCCCKKK. Almost immediately after graduating high school I took the plunge. After so many years of posing as this homecoming cheer vanilla queen it was time to recreate myself, in one sense or another. My boyfriend at the time was fully supportive which made the first year of my transition easier. The first year is always the hardest. I ended up looking like Sideshow Bob for a good portion of it and kept them back more times than not. It was crazy how much people's perception of me changed. You see I was born in raised in a small town in Northern California. You walked into the market and you see 12 people you went to high school with (AT LEAST 12). They're going to have something to say. I got a lot of "what did you do's?" and "when are you going to brush them outs". These questions solidified my decision to keep them.
"Because I fucking want to and this is America people!"

Little did I know that this being America also gives employers the right to not hire me. Going from never having issues getting a job to barely scraping an interview, reality struck. Redding, CA hates my hair!!!*^*&&%!!!!! >:0 Those mutherfuckers.................

From dis to dis

What to do? OOhhhh yea! Move away! GENIOUS! So I came to Portland. Finally I'm not stared at like a psycho every time I go to pick up a sammich at a public establishment! And yet, another block.... Once I turned 21 I realized a few ever so disturbing trends happening in my social life....
Here I am 3 years have gone by since my last solid relationship and I'm starting to feel like there is a coincidence here... Are guys afraid of my hair? I mean I've definitely encountered those who didn't want to touch them (yea... if that wasn't sure enough of a sign that it wasn't going to work out) and then there are those who act like they don't care but really don't show any interest in taking me home to mom (you were boring anyways.) I was seriously starting to feel like I had some how weaved a voodoo curse into my do. I'm currently still battling this, though my closest friends feel that the reasoning is my hair could be projecting an overwhelming and intimidating confidence that most guys don't want to deal with. Fair enough.

But still! Guys do approach me. It only came upon me quite recently why I thought they weren't. Whenever the sharks go sharkin, my beautiful lady companions get hit on instantly. As they should, they're fucking hott malicious predators. But I, on the other hand tread water. I make friendly conversation with people and then... people... all kinds of people, boys and girls come to me and say...
hey I like your hair".

Really? You have nothing else to say to me? I am instantly turned off. It sounds stuck up but it's just how I operate. I finally realize that I do get hit on, it's just the same line from EVERYONE. I appreciate the sentiment but you've got to see where I'm coming from here. *Ssnnnooore zzZZzzz* However, one guy did ask if he could smell my dreads the other day, 10 seconds after meeting me... Original. but creepy. I appeased his desire for a sniff, smiled and nodded when he said "hey they don't smell bad at all, I was expecting gnarly!", and got the hell out of there as soon as possible.

So there is my rant on my hair. It's been quite a conversation piece over the last few years so I have a ton of thoughts on it. Bottom line, I wash them, I'm not a rastafarian, I don't smoke weed (that often), I don't listen to Bob Marley (that often) and I have no intention of getting rid of them anytime soon. I bitch and I moan about all this but in reality, I love my hair. It's easy to maintain, I can still feel beautiful, my bearded dragon can hide in them, I never need a hair tie, and I like to think it challenges people. My mother has now accepted them and they're growing on my boss. It challenges me in a sense as well because I have to project my personality out even further to those who don't know me because most of the time, they get caught up in my appearance. I promise I'm clean and polite! Most of the time.....

28 Days Later

The 1
Big Sur

I'm going to California. Bought my plane ticket today. Soon enough I will be balls deep in vacation, cruising down the 1 with my beautiful friend, smoking cigs with Martha, and watching the sunset on the ocean, Red Stripe in hand on Pescadero Road. 4 months have passed since I've been to the Bay Area and I can't take it any longer. I need late night wrestling, bottles of wine, movies til I fall asleep, long hair, the scent of soap, redwoods, road trips, Pescadero burritos, The black beast, bare feet, morning greetings, coffee and cocoa puffs with the kitchen crew, APPLE JACKS (see below), did I mention redwoods, cleaning parties, Coyote Hill, Santa Cruz, and BIG FREAKING SUR! Hopefully I'll be able to fit all of this in 5 days.
Upon my arrival I can be sure of one thing, there will be Red Stripe waiting for me right out of the gate. When the time comes to leave I can be sure of one thing, I will try my hardest not to cry and probably fail miserably. Leaving La Honda has proven to be, emotionally, one of the hardest experiences I've had for awhile for several reasons... 1. I'm never quite sure of when I will be back (it's been averaging every 4 months or so)2. I wonder if my efforts are made in vain. and 3. I know that I probably won't be kissing anyone like that for a very very long time (I consider 4 months a very very long time).
So you may be asking yourself, "what the hell hammerhead? why so vague when referencing your romantic life?" In response I can only say that it has been a very very long road of dissapointments and I would hate to taint this one precious bit of amorous sanity that I have, some how, magically retained with this one person. Whether he knows it or not, I miss the shit out of him every day and can only hope that some time in the future, fate would have our paths cross again (for longer than 4 months out of the year). Until then..........
"We will lie under different stars I am where i am and you're where you are"- Trespassers William

Wisdom is knowing when to shup up.

I am an asshole. I don't know if it's the long work days, anxiety, jealousy, who knows. Regardless, I've been a total jerk off to one of the people I care most about. I am passive aggressive, frusterated, and harsh when it comes to situations that I am uncomfortable with. When I am confronted with tension my first reaction is to wait it out. I am still waiting. She is still mad at me. The reason being because somewhere subconsciously I am projecting my own insecurties and frusterations onto my best friend who in reality, probably has enough of her own to deal with. Damn it...How to fix this? Can we look like this again soon, please?

High on Life

I am smiling today. Today should be called Smiling Sunday. So many nice things have happened this last week, whoopty fucking do for me. Got a raise this week, sun's been coming out a bit, signed on to lease a horse. AHEM. SIGNED ON TO LEASE A HORSE! So stoked I have excitement literally leaking out of my ears (kinda gross). Furthermore, his name is River. 4 year old/Gelding/Buckskin/Mustang/Super Shaggy/Spritely young thing. Rode him this morning and I was in love. Turns out the young lady I will be leasing him from is also 21 so yay I have a new riding buddy. So much awesome packed into one day. I'm having a hard time finding the will to take off my grandma's riding boots. :) Here is a not so glorious picture of him untacked. Hopefully in future I'll put up some better ones.
He flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions. ~Stephen Leacock

So Sue Me

I'm tired of hiding. I want nothing more than to utilize 2010 as a year of letting go of my insecurities and fully embracing just exactly who Goldie Hammerhead Locks is. That means first and foremost. My name is Laurel. Building upon that thought, I've decided to share some of my guilty pleasures and not so glorious quirks with you all. Things that I might not be incredibly proud of but am coming to terms with. Most of these disclosures will not increase my sex appeal. They will not make me any money. I am doing it for the pure joy of exposing my akwardness in hopes that you, dearest reader, might be able to do so as well. So here we go.

I like Britney Spears. Yea.. I fucking do. Bitch taught me how to dance. I thought the music video for I'm A Slave For You was brilliant. I want that outfit and those same people breathing heavily on me for a dance number or two. Britney. I don't give a damn if your crazy boo. You're still my homegirl. WAAAAHHHHH!!! LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!!!

I pick my nose. All the time. Don't care if you're watching.

Sometimes I talk too fast and either stutter or slur my words. It makes me sound like an asshole but we all do it. Word Vomit! Yes that's it. I can't sound like a freeking genious all the time can I? A friend once referred to me as MC Cleverwords because, in truth, I am a simple person with simple thoughts. Trying to dress those thoughts up in lavish language just gets me all tongue tied. Damn it. I just did it again....

R&B songs are my jams!!!!!!!!! Seriously. In the past I've tried to stay away from popular music such as R&B but ever since this whole hip hop crew started I've been feeling it. I've found that dancing to music changes my whole perspective on certain songs. Yea give me that deep base beat and soulful chorus line. YEEEEAAHHH that shit's my jam! Oh yeah, gotta throw in my boy Prince too. I sing Little Red Corvette in the car all the time. I could listen to any of his albums all day every day. Probably wouldn't get much done though.. Too much dancing..That's baby making music right there...mmm He's sexual and violent.

In most cases I will not give boys in tight/girl pants the time of day. I just feel like there's a block there where we couldn't possibly be on the same level of understanding. You know... maybe I'm too daft to get it or I'm missing something.. It's just ... ehhh. Can't do it yet...AND I'm a big advocate of increasing circulation and I just feel like they're working against my cause, man (Must mention I am working towards a massage therapy license). Someday, perhaps these boys and I will see eye to eye. Until then... ehh.

Sausage weirds me out. Normal sausage, vegan sausage, veg whatevs. I can't stand it and Timber loves the shit. Bleah.

I haven't voted in I don't know how long. I am part of apathetic America! It makes me sad but at the same time... would it even matter? Can the lead singer of UB40 run for president? Then maybe I'll vote. Other than that.. PUPPETS! Masses of puppets. They chore me out and I have more important things to do like..... well.. I'll get back to you on that one..

That's all for now. I'm sleepy. Goodnight.

Urban Dictionary said so!

I just checked out Urbandictionary.com. Why has it taken me so long to find this gem? I was very pleased to find defintions for people's names so I decided to post a little something about my roommates here according to Urban Dictionary.com. Some may have multiple definitions that were noteworthy so I included them. Hopefully this goes well.....

Laurel
1. A beautiful girl whos greatest wish is to be loved unconditionally. She loves dancing in the rain, spinning in endless circles till she collapses from exaustion and watches the colours of the rainbow fly overhead.( A bit vain, I know).2.A word to describe a person with a flirty and sometimes niave/innocent character. Slowly becoming a label, like chav, emo, goth ect. 3. Tila Tequila's secret lover. 4. A tree that dogs like to hump.

Sarah
1.The name "Sarah" is translated from the Hebrew language. It means "Princess"... and rightly so! 2. A sexy little creature. 3.A hero, a friend, a sexy peice of ass."Who's that girl over there with the toad in her hand? Oh, that's my friend Sarah. Isn't she a sexy piece of ass? Yeah, what a hero."4.A quiet, sensitive girl. Loves animals and loves to be with people. Not selfish and thinks of others constantly. doesnt always revolve her life around guys, and thinks education is more important. (Sarah's actual response to this was.."Oh, I guess some Sarah's are like that." haha.

Cassie
1.Beautiful, but they never admit it. They are very vulnerable, and they fall into peer-pressure often. Sweet, but they can be mean if provoked.Their laughs are amazing, and they give great hugs.

Joe
1.He is a beautiful, terrible being. A destroyer of worlds. The conquerer of Earth. He is all that is man. Beautiful women flock to him. He will rule the world with his iron fist and see that only the strong prosper (LMAO) 2. A man's man.Extremely Awesome. 3. An Unstoppable man who kills anyone in his way. 4.a young buck who knows what women like, and satisfies PYTs on a regular basis.

Dan
1. noun A man of unusual humor, consistently finding strange, and lewd comments amusing and/or entertaining in a way as to prevoke violent and uncontrolled outbursts of laughter. 2. What your girl be screamin' while you at work (awesome) 3. stone cold pimp, mac daddy.

Brian
1.Term for the best guy friend conversationalist. Someone you can vent to an actually get feedback and opinions. 2.A reliable "lean on me" kinda friend. (Brian just moved in but I feel like this could be valid.)

And so you have it. My roomies. My loverly loverly roomies.

Lady Gaga was right after all, just dance stupid.

"We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance."
~Japanese Proverb

After a long battle with myself, a made a choice of staying in Portland this summer. This was an inredibly difficult decision for me because I left my heart in San Francisco, seriously. I had every intention of returning there for a 3rd summer but by some strange feelings, my heart told me I should stay here. I will sincerely miss some of the best people I have ever met by not returning to La Honda this summer. But hey.. I'm making some new friends in the process. I've been working with a hip hop dance crew here out of Vega Dance Lab named Push Jones for the last few months. At first I figured, "Meh.. dance for a couple months... move back to Cali.. no big D." But now these girls are totally growing on me and I feel like we're just becoming a crew. I am sooo excited to begin performing and I know that we're going to kick some serious ass this next season. For those of you who are not familier with the hip hop style of dance, I suggest you check it out. The video below is of a crew (The Philipine All-Stars) that I find fucking rad. Check it out.

You can lead a horse to water..... if you have a horse.

Success! My black notebook has been recovered and yet, here I still am. I will continue to blog until I am bored with it, so there it is. On today's agenda..... horses.

10 Reasons Why I Love Horses (speaking in general terms)

1. They are very strong and muscular.

2. They are stupid enough to listen to me.

3. They are beautiful.

4. They are fast.

5. Their shit smells good.

6. They are vegetarians.

7. They take me up hills that I am too lazy to walk up myself.

8. They take dirt baths.

9. They are psychic.

10. They could give a shit what kind of music I listen to.

So I'm 90% sure that I will not be returning to my wrangling job in California this summer so my heart is wrenched. Recently I've been asking myself, "Where the hell am I going to be able to procure a steed that I can ride like the wind around Portland?" Well! While I was cruising craigslist.org the other day (big fan), I found an opportunity by which I might be able to lease a horse. Seventy-five buckaroos each month to be able to ride twice a week without someone telling me what to do which is, in short, exactly what I desire. I don't think I would be able to handle someone telling me how to ride a horse anymore, let alone where to ride a horse. If it were up to me I'd sell my car and ride a horse everywhere. Down with paved streets! Down with automobiles (mopeds, you're cool). Anywho, Mission Find-a-Freeking-Stallion is under way. I'll be riding this Sunday to check out which horse is best for me at a local stable. More about that later...

To my Clumsy Spirit Panda Flower- You are not forgotten. You are my first love and I treasure the two summers we spent frolicking, barebacking, backpacking, and sweating through the woods of California. You are a gangster for life. I will return for you someday my darling...

"And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain"- Everything But the Girl

P.S. That last quote is kind of a joke but that in no way takes away from it's relevance. Thanks world.