stolen car

I came to All Saints today to try and get some work done on my proposal because the internet at my place has been hit or miss lately. I expected to have a nice quiet working environment because i figured everyone would be out of town because of the holidays. When I arrive, I hear yelling coming from somewhere and then one of the employees comes running out saying that some guy is trying to steal his friends car. I'm still kind of confused about the ligistics of this stolen car. All I know is there's a homeless guy with a drawing pad, ( whom i've seen a lot around here standing on the corner trying to sell his artwork of famous rock stars, he's actually quite good but i digress) trying to talk to this guy with red sunglasses who apparently is trying to steal the car and a bunch of other people standing outside calling people trying to get the "real" owner of the car to come out and claim his car while arguing this villain of this scenario i assume, the car stealer. Villain Red sunglasses guy is ranting and raving at these people rather feverishly but I can't really understand what he is saying. I am planting my butt inside through all of this as I take photos through the window, and Siamese Dream is playing in the background through all of this. I hadn't listened to this album in a while. Kind of fitting music for this moment I think. So me and the other innocent patrons are shrugging our shoulders at each other trying to figure out what's going on from a distance with our laptops and coffee protecting us hopefully if some other unforseen trouble occurs that would infiltrate inside this establishment . Then the cops show up and start padding this guy down and look through his wallet. I guess they're trying to figure out if he's really who he says he is. I don't have my little upload cord thingy so I can't upload them right now but I hope to have some proof of this happening on here soon. It's really very bazzar. Not what I expected on the day after Thanksgiving.

pie bite girl

I'm eating organic chocolate with ground up espresso beans mixed in while listening to physical graffitti. i didn't grind the espresso beans myself, they came that way with the chocolate. just so ya know. i hadn't listened to led zep in a looong time. its been a rare time lately that i just get in a led zeppy mood. so yea, its been a while since i've updated, yet again. i see a cycle here. maybe not. maybe more like a linear progression of writing and not writing. i'm confusing myself so i guess i'll get to the the latest or not so latest happening of my life lately. i really like adverbs by the way.

so basically here's the deal. i got my first official art therapy job working with kids in public school for the past couple of months who have "issues. " it's been interesting. i work with a music therapist one day a week and i enjoy seeing another side of creative therapy. we try to join forces of music and art to have one super creative therapy session! well on a good day that is....

secondly, i am also enrolled in two classes in order to further my career so i can get certified as a mental health counselor. basically i am never getting out of school. so back to the classes i am currently taking. one of which is probably the worst class i have ever had. exept my professor farted in class the other day which pretty much makes up for the misery we've gone through the whole semester. nobody aknowledged it either which made it even harder to contain myself. i just looked down at my desk trying not to lose it the rest of the class. i couldn't look him in the eye after that for fear of laughing in his face. he just went on like nothing ever happened. i would have at least said something, like my dad used to say, "did somebody step on a duck." i think my dad came up with that one on his own because i have never heard anybody else say that except him. this same man also playfully kicked me in the foot one time during a lecture. that was kind of odd i thought. there are also only six people in the class so we all have to sit up front and look like we're interested in what he's saying the whole 3 hours. and now i get to write a 20 page proposal of which i haven't even started. guess what i'm doing over thanksgiving!

i finally got my bike fixed. there's this place in town where you can go and actually build a bike from old bikes and parts they have lying around. it's called Krank It Up. I think i'm going to do a documentary on them. it's a really neat place. besides some of the hipster kids who hang around there who think they're cooler than everyone else because they ride a bike with dirty vans/cons, tattered t shirts and sweaty armpits. although they kinda grew on me after a while . they helped me fix my bike up and i've been riding it around town. i love riding my bike. i feel like a kid again. like i'm playing. it's a sweet one too. i'm going to take a pic of it with my holga and post it on here sometime. while i was at this coffee shop called All Saints the other day, this girl looks over at me and my bike and says, "Your bike looks like a pie and i want to take a bite out of it." When she left she said, "bye pie bite girl"

i've also been playing a lot of music. i finally learning how to actually play my guitar. it sure is nice to have patient friends who are also musicians who are way better than you but are willing to still put up with your lack of skill and actually teach you something. we jammed until 5 in the morning the other night. we're all going to start a band who plays on a couch. and call ourselves the rockabilly Keari's. except the e would be on top of the a like a cool play on letters because my other friend spells her name with an e and mine is with an a. makes sense huh. as we were jamming this other girl down the hall who plays the oboe? showed up and she spells her name exactly like mine. it's all about the kaeri's lately. kaeri's just attract more kaeri's.

i'm going to see "into the wild" tonight. it looks really good. sean penn directed it i think. it's about that guy who went to Alaska to rough it in the woods. sounds like my kinda man.