Be Right Back
Real entry coming soon and long overdue. Waiting for the cat to finish watching lolcats on youtube.
Be back.
-K
Dreams
Some people have the best dreams. They have these fantastical dreams about flying from place to place, none of it ever making sense, and then waking up in the mornings feeling like they’re returned from their imagination’s best wet dream. On most mornings, I wake up confused. Even my most outrageous dreams make sense. I guess I can’t escape my highly logical thinking, even in my subconscious. I remember once dreaming that I was thirsty and opening a 2 liter bottle of coke. I woke up thinking I had done that and didn’t realize it was a dream until I couldn’t find a 2 liter bottle of coke in my house.
Last night, I dreamt it was the apocalypse. Nobody called it that the dream, but there was definitely the kind of panic that resembled all those end-of-the-world movies that were so popular when I was in high school. I was with a small group of people and we were trying to figure out what to do next. We were sprinting through a mall, pushing through chaos. I remember my first suggestion was to head to higher ground. I wanted to go to one of the business high rises and wait it out (apparently I was still hopeful this wasn’t the end of the world). Another person in our group said we needed to get a car and get the hell out of there.
The parking lot was dangerous and I can’t remember why, but when we reached a car (whose car, I don’t know, I think someone broke in) I remember wanting my laptop that was sitting in the trunk of my own car. I don’t know why I’d need my laptop, but I know that I felt anxious as we tore out of the parking structure.
I woke up this morning feeling sort of empty, as if leaving my laptop behind in my dream world meant something more.
What about all of you? What kind of dreams do you have?
Conan O’Brien, I Love You! LA, I Finally Love You Too
FINALLY! Being in Los Angeles paid off. By a stroke of luck, my friend won tickets to a free test screening of the Conan O’Brien show and invited me along. If you’re like me and can leave work for big chunks of time, you can also be the ideal audience member for a television show.
Tickets for Conan O’Brien are so popular that you can actually win them only by lottery. My friend and I both signed up and luckily he won. The Warner Brothers Studio is only 15 minutes from my office, so we were able to get there quickly.
in September, I had the pleasure of attending a taping of the Chelsea Lately show. Let me tell you, my experience with Conan O’Brien was MUCH different. When we arrived at the Warner Brothers lot, we parked, and were instructed to check in downstairs (at the first floor of the parking structure). We showed our tickets and IDs, then were given a number and our actual tickets. We hung out for about an hour and a half until we were called by our numbers to stand in line. Unlike the Chelsea Lately Show, the Conan O’Brien people were SUPER sweet and polite.
A lot of this day was spent waiting, but when we finally sat down in our seats, I was elated. We were a little further up in the audience section, but were in the perfect position to see the band, Conan, and his special guests. The vibe was mellow, with really only two instructions: clap when the “applause” sign is lit up and have a good time. Seth Green was the special guest, plus a Food Truck I want to marry (we’d have nice halfsy truck babies), and musical guest Cory Chisel. And Conan himself? He was everything I imagined him to be! Dorky and awkward, very funny, and just an all around good guy. Between “commercial breaks”, he’d come into the audience to shake people’s hands and accept hugs from fan girls.
It was the best hour I’ve spent in Los Angeles. I can’t believe it was only a test screening.
What about you all? How have you been!
It Gets Better, So Please Hang in There
It took me over a week to finally record this video, but on Sunday I finally sat down and filmed my contribution to Dan Savage’s “It Gets Better” Project. I didn’t know what I was going to talk about and I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but I was surprised with the outcome. Talking about high school brought up a lot of memories I had buried very deep in my subconscious. After filming my final take, I felt good, lighter somehow. I watched the video after I uploaded it to youtube and realized how exposed I felt. It made me uncomfortable at first, but then I hoped my sincerity and openness would convince someone to email me if they needed a friend.
As said in the video, I didn’t have the easiest time in high school. I went to a small private school in Hawaii and there were only about 50-55 people in my class. High school is difficult for anyone who is different and let me say right now, I was different, even before figuring out my sexuality. I didn’t like all the things the other girls liked and so I didn’t really fit in. During my junior/senior year of high school, I was called “dyke” frequently by people at school. Mean girls harassed my straight girl friends out of being friends with me and there were a lot of hushed whispers in class. In my video, I mention an experience where the school counselor called me down from class to talk to me. She confronted me about being gay, called my friend a slut, and then sent me back to class when I admit my sexuality to her. I found out later that a classmate of mine had gone to the counselor and told her that she was uncomfortable that I was gay and that either I needed to leave or she did. I never admitted it to anyone, outright, that I was gay and I spent the remainder of high school in fear.
I realize most of my readers are out of high school already, but I just wanted to post my video to remind you all that you are not alone. I’ve included my contact information in the video (and on this site) where you can email me if you need a friend. There’s no pressure to contact me, I just wanted to give people the option in case anyone needed a friend.
Life gets better after high school. In fact, without remembering when or why, it will one day get amazing.
[Photos] Renegade LA Craft Fair
A couple of weekends ago, my friend and I went to the Renegade LA craft fair. As I’ve said before, I’ve grown quickly tired of the nightlife/bar scene in LA. My friend drove us to the fair and we parked in the dirt, dust swirling around everywhere. There was nothing that could really prepare us for it–I mean, it was HUGE. Rows and rows of vendors, some doubled up and sharing a tent, all with things I just had to have.
There’s not much substance to this post other than to show off all the pictures I took.
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I Won’t Make You Eggs in the Morning is my response to all those cheesy pick-up lines you hear. Sometimes I go on a bad date and sometimes I’m the bad date.
I may not know a lot of things about dating, but I know I’ll never tell a girl I’ll make her eggs in the morning. Stay in Touch
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