Wednesday, March 30, 2011


I know it can be annoying to some, but I am definitely one of those people who likes telling others about my dreams. Even though I know it’s impossible for somebody else to see exactly what I can while I’m sleeping, I’m going to try my darndest to describe it for you.
I still remember the images from a dream I had in 7th grade. Two of my friends (one female, one male) were swimming in the pool. It wasn’t romantic or anything, they were just playing around like kids. The weird part was at one moment, when my male friend swam right up to face my female friend, and she proceeded to pick the freckles right off of his face. Just pick them, one by one.
And that was the dream.

Definitely one of the weirdest I’ve ever had.

So last night, as is becoming more frequently, I had a scary dream. I have never been too interested in what your dreams mean, but I would like to why I keep having nightmares. They usually involve car chases, gangsters mistaking me for a villain, or other ridiculous movie-like events.

Anyways, last night I dreamt I was back in Kansas, driving the old Toyota Previa along State Line Road with Hank and Reggie. It wasn’t painted yet, but it was still about 20 years old with close to a million miles on it. It was too old to make it on i-435, which is a key point of the story. So the three of us are just driving along, oh, and the van also had a trailer hitch on the back of it. Like, to carry lawn equipment, except there was not any lawn equipment on it, just the trailer. So we’re driving north on State Line Rd, when all of a sudden some hooligans are behind us, shooting at us. Using real-live guns. Hank is driving, I think, and I’m in the backseat. We all duck down, and make a left on Mission Rd. Somehow, we speed up ahead of the villains a little, and I don’t see them following us. I keep insisting that Hank turn right into a neighborhood road, so we can hide, since there is no way we can outrace the bad guys. But Hank doesn’t want to hide; he argues that we will be found and then we will be stuck, since the van takes a long time to get going once it’s parked. We keep arguing, while I slowly peek out the back window. I am startled to see one of the hooligans crouching down on the back trailer, which is attached to our car! We are towing him! Well this changes everything, because there is no reason to hide if he will just lead his buddies to our spot! So, the three of us try to think of a way to turn suddenly to knock him off the trailer. We argue more about how to get him off. Should we just park the car and then beat him down in the street? All the while the other car of hooligans is gaining on us, and the van keeps creaking along.
This whole time, I keep thinking, “if only the van were a better car and we could just hop on i-435 and race out of here, then we’d be saved.”

That was it. Yeah, usually my nightmares don’t have endings, just lots of stress and fear.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Queso Pizza

Queso Pizza
My bracket is almost completely busted. Booo. I’m still counting on Ohio State and KU to make it to the final two. Since, they are basically all I have left at this point. ROCK CHALK.

This weekend was another one for the books! We spent Friday through Sunday in various regions of Houston visiting family and friends. On the way back to Austin yesterday I found myself deep in thought (and thanks!) for how amazingly fortunate I am to finally have found such a good group of friends. The relationship we all have further demonstrate how unfortunate it was I didn’t get that in college. I had them in high school, I had them in LA, and finally, I have them in real life.

Another heartwarming comparison between the good times in LA and the present is this totally rad party mix I made for the trip. For realz people, Chris said this was the best mix CD I’d ever made. I have to say it’s still second in my heart to the UTLA Mix, but it is by far greater than anything I’ve done in awhile. I’ll burn you a copy upon request, but for your listening pleasure. Go check out these songs real quick. LOVE.

Glitter – Ghostland Observatory
Pumped Up Kicks – Foster the People
Houdini – Foster the People
Helena Beat – Foster the People
No Comply – A Studio
Young Blood – The Naked & Famous
Where Not to Look for Freedom – The Bell Brigade
Till the World Ends - Britney Spears
My Body – Young the Giant
The Cave – Mumford & Sons
40 Day Dream - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Sick of You - Cake
Heads Will Roll – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Say Hey – Michael Franti & Spearhead
Shake it Like a Monkey – Dave Matthews Band
Santeria - Sublime
Dog Days Are Over – Florence + The Machine
Feel Good - Gorillaz

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Lifelong Goal

A goal I’ve had since around 6th grade was to watch every film that ever won Best Picture at the Academy Awards. I used to be way better at pursuing this goal than I am now. Back in Kansas, every summer, I’d go to the library a few times a week and pick out DVDs that were on my list. Sometimes, I’d foolishly forget to bring my list with me, and would have to resort to the titles I’d heard a million times, but had never seen. For example, “North by Northwest,” “Cabaret,” “Clockwork Orange.” I’d get home, watch the film, and THEN realize it didn’t even win the Academy Award. Whoops! So, in order to be more efficient… or something like that, I changed my goal to not only watch every Best Picture Winner, but to also watch all 100 movies on the American Film Institute’s “100 Greatest Films of All Time,” list.

So now, both lists are nicely organized in my, “Movies to See,” pocketbook ready to get checked off.

Sadly, over the last few years I’ve been so distracted by television, boyfriends, and organized sports, that I haven’t been as diligent with my goal as I’d like. Until LAST NIGHT. Now that we have cable, I took full advantage of TCM’s 31 Days of Oscar and DVRed like 10 different movies to see. The first one I watched was The Third Man. It was terrific. As it should be, since according to 1,500 artists and leaders in the film industry, it's one of the 100 best!

So many more good ones to watch! This was just the catalyst I needed to get my focus back.

Quien Es Mas Macho

First of all- please take a moment to reflect on what’s happening in Japan. Because it suuucks that the troubles cannot seem to end. These days it seems like it’s a natural disaster somewhere else almost every few months! I watched a lot of the tsunami videos on Friday and just could not believe my eyes. So, take a moment, be informed, and care a little.

And, besides just that, this past weekend was surely one to remember.
It began Thursday night (cuz college taught me that’s when weekends really start) with girl’s night. We’ve been having girls nights for about 2-3 months now, and, if-I-do-say-so-myself, they’ve been a great success. Every other week, one of about 10 girls hosts the group for an entertaining evening full of delicious homemade foods and plenty of wine.

Friday was my dear friend, Jaime’s birthday. In “honor” of the Japan disaster, or something like that… we went to Midori Sushi for a late-night feast. The rest of the group journeyed onto, what I later learned, was a rather brief stint at Canary Roost Karaoke. Jaime told me she wasn’t feeling so hot, so they didn’t stay long enough for anybody to sing. I felt better knowing I didn’t miss anything while I was at home sleeping. I got Jaime this sweet birthday gift:

and made these delicious cheesecake bites!

Thus brings me to Saturday, our camping trip!
Since January, the lot of us has been trying to find a good weekend to use these Texas Stunt Ranch Paintball Groupons we all bought ages ago. The paintball course (I guess it’s a course?) was way out west, so it made sense to combo it with a hill county camping adventure. Chris and I left around 10am on Saturday and headed up to the LCRA park, Muleshoe Bend. We arrive around 11.45am and picked a pleasant spot, just up the hill from Lake Travis.

One of the benefits of Muleshoe Bend is they have about 6 miles of biking trails through the park. Brandon was kind enough to loan us his “crappy mountain bike,” (his words, not mine) so James, Jaime, and I took our turns on the trails. Riding around was a blast, but… not gonna lie, I came back with an injury or two. The road was extremely rocky, and when we were a bit over halfway through the trek, I lost balance and fell right on top of a cactus. Documentation below:

James and Jaime were a bit ahead of me. Jaime later told me told me she heard me giggle, and the yell, “dang it.” Thus didn’t really think anything was wrong. Yeah… my leg had about 40 cactus pricklers stuck into it. It was also bleeding a bit. If only I’d had my camera with me to take a quick photo. Oh, if only. No, it was really gross, and looking at it did not help. So, I got out of the cactus, back on my bike, and hurried to catch up with James and Jaime.

The entire ride was about 1.5-2 hours long, so when we returned to the campsite, my first thought was, “Get these out of me!” Thankfully, I had tweezers in my first aid kit. Note to readers: if you don’t have a first-aid kit already in your car, MAKE ONE ASAP! And for those readers residing in Texas, it should definitely include tweezers. Joe claimed he had the steadiest hands, and carefully pulled the pricklers out, one by one.

Sunday, we woke up a little bit out of it, mostly due to the daylight savings time switch. After a few filets and breakfast sausages, we eventually packed everything up and reluctantly drove to Stunt Ranch Paintball, the original reason for the trip. Now, I had never played before, and honestly didn’t think I’d like it, but per usual, I’m always up to try a new experience. Well, let it be known, that was absolutely, the last time I will ever partake in paintball.

They make you wear this big scary mask, and then split you up into two teams (I played against my friends!!), throw you into this battlefield looking area and say, “ready, set, go, go, go, go!” Immediately everybody starts shooting their guns, er, “markers” at each other as if it’s a real-life war! Why? Oh, I dunno… some people think it is fun or something? So, I spent the whole time hiding behind this big bunker thing with two other girls. Within about 5-10 minutes, both of them had been shot and taken out. Right- so if you get hit with paint, then you’re out. I remained, terrified, hiding way in the back behind this bunker for what felt like eternity. I had a good view of the out of bounds area, which by this point, had filled up with all my friends. Then, out of nowhere, my legs felt like they were being slapped repeatedly with sticks. I look down and there’s no paint on me, however the pain was so extreme I threw my arms in the air yelling, “I give up, I give up, I’m out!!!!” I could not run off the course fast enough.

That night, when I got in one of the best showers of all time, I looked down to see my legs totally covered with bruises. It’s so epic, I’m documenting.

You can also sort of see the cactus needle residue on my ankle.
There’s more smaller bruises on the back of my left leg, but I couldn’t get my camera around there to get a good enough shot. You will have to just imagine it.

So, I’m not doing any work out classes this week, nor am I ever playing paintball again. But, I will get back on a bike, just hopefully never ever fall onto a cactus again.