Lonesome Crowded West
20 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
I didn’t think I was going to make it out of Los Angeles and deep down I really didn’t want to…
and probably wouldn’t of without the help of Sammy. After having a vent/cry episode the two of us hit up Novel Cafe. I decided to skip the coffee and go for some “Serenitea” ha. We spilt a bagel and chatted it up. As shitty of a morning as it was the rest of the day didn’t have to follow. Managed to get laundry done, pick up som THC honey sticks, and make that 2PM train I was dreading.
So can we take the next hour & talk about me?
19 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
It was now or never.
Obligations back home have me on a last minute 52 hour train ride to Oklahoma. Yes, 52 fucking hours.
“You have to close one chapter in order to begin another…you don’t skip to the end of the story read it and then hit Chapter 3.”
12AM.
Panic and anxiety setting in. I need to do laundry like nobody’s fucking business, I am in no way prepared to travel across the West to go home, and the thought of being in Enid made me want to gauge my eyes out.
(with the exception of fam and friends)
I couldn’t fall asleep and stayed awake majority of the night worrying that I wouldn’t make that 2PM train.
If I didn’t…I was fucked.
-insomnia/caffeine high-
the birds began to chirp…
6AM.
Alarms going off and my eyes are bloodshot because I’ve probably had a total of 2 hours shut eye over the course of the night. Even so, I sucked it up, gathered my things, and headed to the Eastside.
I’ve got a shit load of shit to do and about 6 hours to do it all:
1. Cash check.
(It’s fucking Sunday)
2. Find a place to cash a check on Sunday so I can buy a train ticket.
(done. Hollywood & Whitley)
3. Ride the metro. Blah.
7AM.
Got off the bus at La Brea popped in the Valero for a pack of Camels, came back to the bus stop and sat. Moments later I realized that I just sat in the morning dew and my little gray shorts were now soaked.
It looked like I had just pissed myself. I started talking to the little asian lady at the bus stop: “Ha, I can’t believe I did that.” she replied, “I do that one time, I wear white pant”
4. Continue #2
5. At La Brea and Sunset the bus driver stops and stands in the aisle to announce he’s detouring today. Anyone going down Hollywood Blvd would have to walk. (myself, a bum, and a hasid)
Los Angeles has a death grip on me this morning.
6. Somehow back to #1
7. Hit the Red Line to the Eastside, first stop at Union Station.
8. Purchase train ticket for $177
(so cheap!)
8AM.
Union Station clusterfuck madness.
I go to the ticketing window to ask a few preliminary ?’s before I tackle either the machine or another window to purchase my ticket. I ask the incompetent Amtrak employee how much a ticket would be and she tells me $177. Of course, when I go to the other window to pay it’s actually $221 and bitch lied about the carry on suitcase size also. “32×32″ try “22×26″ I’m over this fucking day, it’s not even 10AM, and I haven’t had a cup of coffee this morning.
9. Do laundry
After an unnecessary argument with my mom, I had reached the point to where walking off the Chinatown rail platform seemed like a great idea. As soon as I got to the studio, the waterworks began. I was a blubbering mess.
Sorry Sammy.
10. Prepare for trip.
Finally.
PigPen
17 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
I need a shower. To get in the shower. It’s going to be another 6AM-2AM day.
The guys are anxiously awaiting the release of Kanye’s new song. Dropping the GOOD Friday track at midnight. Not sure if that makes sense. Kanye’s new GOOD Friday releases are like the toy in the Cracker Jack box.
I wish I had the capability to turn on and off like a light switch.
The busier I stay, the less I think about everything. It feels good.
morning coffee.
16 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
this was refreshing to wake up to:
You know those people, Karlissa, you sometimes feel you’re waiting for?
I mean new friends and connections, agents and directors, customers and clients, publishers and producers, dear hearts and darlings. Well, they’re actually just waiting for you…to make some serious room for them in your life.
Do stuff, Karlissa, little stuff, lots of stuff, prepare the way…and don’t even think of stopping until you’re dining with them at The Ritz.
The Universe
—sigh—reality:
It’s been an early morning for me…a 6AM early morning. Helping Mark (MMM) on the set of “Opus”
Why is it when you’re given a simple task it suddenly becomes difficult? This morning’s 630AM run: two bundles of bananas, two packages of croissants, and a coffee traveler from Starbucks. Easy enough right? Except for Ralph’s has decided to put an entire load of green unripe bananas out. I don’t know if you’ve ever tasted an unripe banana, it’s similar to eating a piece of chalk. Next, croissants…come on Ralph’s don’t fail me this one is simple…oh great, we make croissants that are miniaturized so I have to buy 4 boxes of you to feed everyone awesome! Fuck the bananas, fuck the croissants (we’re going to get you both anyway because it was requested) but I’m going to get crafty on this crafty…GLAZED DOUGHNUTS. Boom.
On to Starbucks. The banana-rama took way to long so one coffee traveler with the quickness. Yes…nowhere to park, a line out the door, and Starbucks employees more incompetent than the ones on Central & First in Little Tokyo (beware of this *bucks)
Half an hour later…
morning run is done.
I’ll let the bullshit slide and eat this baby croissant.
A hipster dinosaur gallery for you:
too much time.
15 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
…on my hands.
It’s a movie day.
Distractions, distractions.
This morning I was extremely sucked into Netflix & watched 3 documentaries and a romantic comedy.
-The Union: The Business Behind Getting High*
-What Are Dreams?: Nova*
-2012 (I don’t remember the rest of the title because it fucking sucked)
-Peter & Vandy*
* =worth a second viewing
Apparently I’ve watched The Union before with Will, but I really don’t remember it at all. Could’ve sworn we watched The Big Lebowski…I do have a tendency to fall asleep during movies or just not remember them at all. Like for instance, I’m probably one of the only people who smokes weed regularly and has never seen the movie Half Baked (in it’s entirety)…and that is probably the first time I’ve ever admitted that aloud. I know I’ve seen bits and pieces, but for some reason it never stuck.
That cheesy Lisa Lobe song’s in my head and is fitting… “you say, I only hear what I want to”
—
Just realized the clock on the computer was an hour fast. I was rushing my companion to the screening of The Social Network because I thought we were going to be late. My bad.
David Fincher yesss.
that will be a total of 5 movies today…*sigh* pathetic
—
non-film related blog tonight
just a shortie.
Fuck Yeah Festival Fest (FYF Fest)
14 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
Will & I backstage @ Sleep
DTLA skyline @ FYF Fest
Man Man
Honus Honus of Man Man
Noah Lennox/Panda Bear
David Koechner & I FYF Fest Comedy Tent
Janeane Garofalo
Some photo memories.
All photography done by Phonesvanh “Sammy” Siharat:
this chapter is finished. until he returns.
14 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
I spent a final fun, interesting, tear filled day with Will.
To say I’m not an emotional person would be a lie considering I started shedding tears in the Starbucks parking lot at the beginning of the day. I just knew deep down, no matter how much fun was had today it was eventually going to end with a prolonged goodbye and 1,000′s of miles of distance between the two of us.
Half of the day was wasted by yours truly….sleeping. Stupid. Around 2pm we met up for the usual Starbucks and Zen stop. Asked the daily questions: “Where we should we go? What should we do?” and figured you can’t leave California without saying goodbye to the ocean. WEED.
Venice boardwalk in fragments.
Ohhh woahh…At least I’m not as sad (as I used to be). Sunglasses. Heartfelt beach moment, abruptly interrupted by dumb sluts on their cruisers and the “you’re not from downtown Houston!” homeless drunk. Bike police. Unhidden pipe. Captain obvious: “you got a black kid on your shirt and you’re with a sista?!” 99 cent pizza. “Can I get less ice?” Tattoo artist who resided in Texas, but was from Oklahoma. Bike police…again. After heavy doses of irony and “Curb” coincidences it was time to say goodbye to the Pacific, sand, and mountain lined sky.
I pondered every possible way to make the trip from LA to OK. None were feasible enough to have me as his co-pilot. The reality was we’d put off this departure and the time had come…DOOMSDAY.
One last trip to the East side to say goodbye to the Asian, G.O.O.D. blunt, no privacy for the aroused and we’re running of time. I wanted to say fuck it and get in that shower with you.
I “prayed” for 9pm traffic. The roads are clear and every light is green. My eyes are welling up with tears and I’m holding them back. We pull up and park, enjoy one last bowl. Hugs, kisses…
hugs, kisses…
*sigh* I don’t want to let you go.
I’m going to miss you Willard.
See you in a month.
<3
Running on 32…hrs of no sleep.
04 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: go, here, we, WEED
I’ve been encouraged to write a blog by those closest to me for so long now. Namely, my mother and Will. I haven’t attempted to keep a steady one since the days o’Xanga. Coincidently enough my best friend from junior high came across her Xanga. An excerpt for laughs and exposure of my biggest guilty pleasure in the past…(FOB) yeah…Fall Out Boy. Here’s Laur’s hilarious junior high groupie post. I can’t wait to dig this up for her in the future:
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Hey kar_lissa@hotmail.com!
kar_lissa@hotmail.com has sent you this weblog from chicago_is_so_two_years_ago on Xanga!
Personal Message:
http://www.xanga.com/chicago_is_so_two_years_ago/108280928/item/
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By Bayside
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Fall Out Boy = Love. The concert was last night, it was as amazing as I had anticipated. For those of you that don’t know, I have a strange stalker-like obsession with Pete from Fall Out Boy. I mean, it’s so bad that I even have his cell phone number. Well..he gave it to me, so it’s not like I took drastic measures to acquire it. Anyway, there were 3 opening bands, and during the second one I managed to weasel my way to the front of the stage so I had a guaranteed good spot when Fall Out Boy went on. The opening bands were awesome too, but of course FOB takes the cake. So when FOB was on, everybody knew every word to every song with the exception of two new ones that they played. Pete likes to stand on the edge of the stage and have people touch him, and at one point his crotch was like…on my face. And it’s not like I could move back, considering I had the weight and pressure of about 500 people on my back. Not that I would have moved anyway . He hit Patrick in the head with the headstock of his bass too, and then made DIRECT EYE CONTACT with me. Ya know, kinda the “Oh man, I hope he’s okay” look. I also got his guitar pick and he signed it and told me a story. I was wearing a polo shirt and he popped my collar! It was so cool…Yeah this is my groupie post by the way. And I smacked a mosquito on his arm. That was kinda weird…but whatever. And he told Karlissa that she smelled like copy cat. Good times. Yeah and some crowd surfer managed to smash into the back of my head and kick me in the eye at the same time? I dunno, but I’ve got a pretty blue bruise now. By the time the concert was over, I didn’t have a dry spot on my body. It was amazing. By far the best concert I’ve been to yet. They’ll be back in October with TBS. I think Straylight Run was there too, I’m not sure, Pete kept talking about them and motioning over to the side of the stage. Anyway, I guess that’s about it. If I think of any other details, I’ll edit this post. Peace.
“Landing on a runway on Chicago and I I’m grounding all dreams of ever seeing California.”
L
Posted at 7/11/2004 3:56 PM
—good shit—
I’m just extremely lazy and stoned most of the time. I just copy and pasted this blog, ha. No lie. But Willard motivated me. My love, partner in crime, and other half is leaving me. (temporarily) I’ll miss him as he travels the rim of the state 
and try and speak with him daily. Hopefully this complicated ass blog will help.
Today. Your typical LA day. An endless paper chase. Friends, cigarettes, beer, laughs, and our dearest beloved friend marijuana.
Tomorrow. Fuck Yeah Fest.
Will’s sign off. 
A bittersweet day/evening ahead.
(pssst I am excited about Panda Bear)
…As the freaks and drunks scurry by at 4 am…I am completely entertained.
*funny things to point out on that Xanga entry besides the obvious geek fest Lauren had on FOB’s dick. The band Bayside and those ending lyrics on her Xanga, because here I am in LA and I’ve grounded all my dreams of going to Oklahoma.
CHEESE? yes please.
<3 Karlissa
