High School Sweet Heart

Was just reading Body Modification Ezine for the first time in a couple years. Realized Shannon Larratt was the first person I read who wrote simple and obvious things clearly and eloquently, in a way that made me feel passionate about a subject I had previously felt only mild interest in. Now all kinds of writers do this to me, which is probably why I've turned into such an activist and philosopher, but back in high school it was certainly a new thing. I feel like getting my tattoo now, wish I could afford it. Have I told you about my tattoo idea? It will be on my arm in that effect where it looks like the skin is being peeled back. People often use this affect to show internal anatomy or perhaps circuitry, like they're a robot, but mine will show fresh produce, dairy, meat... Get it? You Are What You Eat. A reminder to myself mostly, but it's clever as well. I want it to be big, bright, and cartoony. If I'm gonna get a tattoo, go through that pain and expense and permanence, it'd better be good.

Attention ladies: Clodagh and I are leaving the boys behind to attack the Wellington night life on Saturday night. You are welcome to join us (sorry penis bearers, long distance lovers, and cats).

We're having a raw food potluck on Sunday and Brenda told me I should make guacamole or salsa and I'm all like, Sweet! I already know how to make those. No complicated nut butters or dehydrating required. I'm really excited about the Raw Food Challenge for the month of November (in addition to the November yoga challenge). After eating like that and exercizing daily all month I will be HOOOOOOTTTTTT.

The San Francisco crew is having some kickass Halloween celebrations. It's painful to think about. I would like to move my booty and be part of renegade parties and art, but it's much much much harder over here. People are nicer and more relaxed here, but less revolutionary, and behind the times in music. San Francisco is a unique place. Oh well. I have to uphold my internal image of adventuring world traveler and stick it out.

Enough with the self pity already, I'm gonna kick your ass! You're making movies for Christ's sake!!!!!!