3 strands of 100 christmas lights each = too many but i'm gonna try and figure something. maybe wrap them around my ceiling fan that i don't use. a makeshift chandelier, maybe.

i've been in a bit of a slump lately, not too sure why. lack of motivation to do shit. i can't really even explain. but somehow it helped me start drawing again, which i'm stoked on because i was in this 2 year blockage and it's over! but more importantly i really miss taking pictures and so that's my mid-june resolution for the rest of the year. i used to take my camera everywhere and i don't anymore so it's time to re-start. it started happening right when i got ahold of a bunch of expired 120 film. i didn't really lose interest, other things got in the way. the bummer being that things getting in the way got in the way of me making money by taking pictures. it only makes me feel worse that i don't have the time or money to stick it to the man and do my own thing. i'm a slave to the paycheck. sigh.

stuff summed up:
1) re-taking french, i can do better than the grade i got. not sure what other classes to take.
2) i keep getting asked so i will just say yes i am happy with my decision to not go back to nyc. i'll go back but there are more important things right now than dropping everything and leaving like i did before. i am an ~adult~ therefore i have to handle stuff all adult-like.
3) found some roommates. maybe moving out? idk idk. i always have all these grandiose ideas. reality is i'm totally broke.
4) doing audio for hedwig and the angry inch production until august. if you'd like to see it, let me know.
5) my car is on it's death bed. so i think i'm gonna paint gold stripes on the sides. i mean why not?

i always find myself asking people if they think we will see the end of the world in our lifetime, after sean o'brien asked me one night while sitting in his car and i didn't even hesitate before saying yes. i had a nice talk about it with dom earlier tonight and it made me feel okay that while north korea is probably gonna nuke us or a massive meteor is making it's way past satellites that are supposed to warn us before it destroys earth, i'm with someone that i care about. i don't think i'd want to spend the last few minutes/days/weeks of my life doing anything other than being really nice to people and not looting and drinking pink lemonade on my front lawn playing guitar. what do you think?

( My hair is red now. )

I got a job working as an audio tech for a theater production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I really like the people there and the job is similar to any other audio job and pretty easy, I'll be sad when the run is over. The guy who plays Hedwig, the girl who plays Yitzahk and I all had birthdays during the same week, so they made us a cake and sang happy birthday after one of the rehearsals. My birthday was last Saturday, we had a 12.5 hour day so I didn't do anything except work. Fascinating.

I bought a new bike. So let's go on bike rides! Right now. My poor old broken bike has been hanging out in the garage for a few months. After trying to fix it myself so many times, I was over it and didn't have time for it. So I think Monica is going to get it fixed and keep it. All I really need to do with this bike is re-tape the handlebars and maaaybe lower the seat a little bit.

Is it normal to name bikes? Who cares. It needs a name. Any suggestions?

Sometimes it's easier to tell myself that someone isn't really dead, they're alive but we just can never see each other again because of something really big and secretive. What can you do? People cope the only way they know how.

^ I found this picture a few days ago and laughed. I'm about five. My nana was totally proud of her puffy paint-outlined flowers.

I don't really write too many entries besides posting some pictures. A lot of my entries are private and just little things for me to read or remind myself of something someone said or whatever. It's boring. But my photo entries are kind of impersonal in a way, even though showing everyone pictures of my life is probably the most personal I can get. Oh well.

Monica and I were listening to the Fugees in her car today doing French homework. Our brains were about to fry out of our skull so we translated "Killing Me Softly". Un temp, un temp! Deux temps, deux temps! ~Meurtre moi doucement avec sa chanson~ haha.

Nika and I are going to try to head up to San Francisco in early April. I miss that place and my friends who live there. San Diego is ok but sometimes it's like that obnoxious kid who keeps giving you flat tires and you have to stop what you're doing to fix the back of your shoe. Everything would be ok if the obnoxious kid would just chill out. Sometimes you need a break.

Random, but I keep getting told that my hair is really long. I don't get it, it's not like I haven't seen these people in a long time. I'm going to shave it. Not really. Maybe. I cut it ALL off a few years ago and I felt really ugly holding that massive clump of hair in my hands. Everyone told me how much they hated it and boys told me how they wish it were long again. It made me appreciate it a little bit more.

I'm shooting a wedding tomorrow. I have to meet the bridal party in 6 hours, at 7:30am. Traffic, cooool.

Maybe I'll try to write actual updates like this more often and not make everything private all the time. Yap. Okay. Goodnight to you.

-JP

12/9/69-1/6/09

she had one of the BEST laughs i've ever heard.