uh, whatever.

everything is either really sweet or really awful. i got back the other night from disneyland with sonja which was 72 hours of fat sensory overload and being high all day on saturday from pot food and riding space mountain 5 times in 24hours. in teh middle of sunday we broke down, got face paint and sat on titans carosel for 3 turns until we peeled ourselves up and got the hell out. its tuesday and we're leaving on saturday for tour and that is really cool and also really bad timing. we have ya know, some stuff together but not as much as i'd like at the point of time we're at. i have to go to court tommorow at 8am in alameda. (fuck the alameda p.d, right?)

i feel so good. the minutemen documentary PUMPED ME UP, to eat cheese with rosie. i passed my drivers test today and i am queen of the road.

punx is best friends.

peanut duck! http://tv.cream.org/gorilla/pduck.htm

books i've read lately that were SO GOOD
the poisonwood bible by barbara kingsolver
borderlands by gloria anzaldua
eva luna by isabel allende
betsey brown by nztoke shange
reading lolita in tehran by that lady whos name i forget

books i want to read:
still life with woodpecker by tom robbins
house of spirits by isabel allende
pigs in heaven by barabara kingsolver

there are a lot more too. got any others? i prefer historical fiction, preferably writen in the first person. also novels by poets are usually good, but whatever books are your favorite i'll try out too.

love, naomi

SHIT RIVER DOES NOT RUN THROUGH SUMMER TOWN. ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL, IT CANNOT BRING ME DOWN. SUMMER, SHOWS, SUN, NEW BANDS, TOUR, DRIVING, MY GRANDMAS, FREEEEE TIME. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. NO MORE SCHEDULES, FUCK YEAAAAAA SUCKERS.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES
LOVE, NAOMI

so today was one of those days that i prove to myself that i can be extremely productive. i mean it proves for a boring livejounal entry of me just listing off all the great things i accomplished today but you can just suck it up and read it, so there. or not, whatever.

so it started off with being woken up too early at my dads house with the house to myself and then walking through very summery berkely to meet hannah for breakfast. we went to this place on telegraph next to amoeba that has the best rival to Jim's diner that i've ever seen. i mean 3 peices of french toast, 2 eggs, hash browns for 4.75. like what a great deal. then i bought myself lots of tapes including smashing pumpkins, no doubt, L7, and the mariah carey christmas album and then hannah treated me to fro yo which we ate as i walked her to school.

after that i went to san francisco after a nice sunny walk to the bart and i went to the DMV to get my permit which i got very happily along with taking a great picture for my license which showcases my ramones shirt. yea, its very great. after this i went to go get rosie at her work to do an interveiw which we didnt do but i found her at work playing tetris with nothing to do or any boss around so we left and went downtown to pearl to see amy and get lots of free art supplies. i got an amazing amount of stickers, pens, stamps, vellum paper, chatchkies, and last but not least a heart shaped pan for baking cakes in, which i will use when i get off of the computer. THEN i got great tights and me and amy went to jesskas so i could interveiw them for my oral history project about punk ladies in bands and THEN i almost forgot to say that we figured more stuff out about tour and omg we will be touring this summer and i am going to be the happiest person ever. like ever.

whoohoo. cant wait till thursday when i have to work all three of my jobs in one day!!!!! psyche.

love, naomi

ps. this is funny! my mom is mad because she has to go to my aunts adoption ceremony rather than get bruce tickets on monday when they go on sale at 10am.

tommorow me and hannah and michelle and sarah are going to the boardwalk to rock out with fro yo and the log ride. on the way there we're gunna listen to spicegirls to remenis(that spelling does not look like how it looks in my head) about when we found out about ginger spice leaving the group and crying on the car ride home when we were 9. i am very excited about more arcade and photo booth, as if it could top good time, somerville, boston. boston was awesome and i'm still pretending i'm on vacation by not going to class and planning our summer and wearing spring clothes and buying a lot of 75% off easter candy. what a fuckin deal.
my ears are ringing from dinosaur jr which was good but also anticlimactic, if i wasnt stoned out of my mind the finales at the end of every song would have started to piss me off. good thing we were high. this guy told rosie and rashida that we rock. uhhhh, yea...

arcade arcade arcade GLC GLC GLC GLC GLC GLC GLC.
i'm thinking about a portrait of jerry seinfeld gracing my body somewhere and anna is thinking about george and hannah is thinking about elain (the question for that one is dancing or not dancing?)

i'd really like to go back to boston this weekend to see red thread at the highschool. hey girl! needs to play a high school (not sota.)hey girl! needs to record. and hey girl! needs to go on tour.
love, naomi

i'm gunna go see the muffs. kim shattuck we'll go to slims for you.

i need to learn west coast time. and to go to sleep. and stop dicking around. how retarded is it that i've been back for a month and i'm still on mexican time?
ya wanna know how it happened? i never have to be ANYWHERE before noon anymore. but that doesnt justify not getting outta the house til 2pm everyday. i need to go to sleep so i can wake up at a decent, nonluxurious hour. but it'll never happen until i get a life (that starts before late afternoon.)

i got more calls from yoyis, the girl in mexico city, today. it's creeping me out. i dont know if i should or shouldnt be creeped out. i think i should.

TOMMOROW: band practice (if my step dad isnt grumpy), breakfast in heygirlbandtown, start my new job taking notes for the hiv prevention planning council, finish packing and finally go to new york.

my dad and my grandpa came to our show at the longhaul the other night, which was maybe one of the happiest shows, and they sat in the loft thing and watched crusader, tigerbeat, how to:summer, and then us. my grandpa told my friend i was tough and he liked our band. a lot, like for real. all 80something years of him. grandpa bob wins. i mean i didnt even know he was going to come to the show.

night, naomi

lifes pretty tight.
i thought my head was going to explode a lot in the past couple days. and it probably will like tommorow or something when i realize how much work i have to do for my womens lit class and how many pages i have to read.
but i just did a lot of work for my lang app. (pshaw to college, but you know, just in case i think it's good for me), my oral history paper ditty thats really just a letter i wrote to my sister about the tight ass kids in bochil, chiapas. i am still wearing the same pj's and underwear i woke up in this morning (i mean this afternoon at 1pm.) and i am writing away. what i should realy be doing is reading but suck my dick.
life is pretty cool, i'm going to ny and boston from teh 10th to the 18th. with anna and clare for ny and then i get to stay in kyles house in boston with hannah and i am going rock the fuck out for like a week straight (as if i dont do that already) and oh yea a fuckin 7"split with kyles band. how much does that rule. too much girl band for 1 seven inch. we gotta get to recording.
um also i am seriously going to go to the warped tour because joan jett and the blackhearts are playing. ummm..do you know how cool joan jett still is? its only 30bux. how worth it is that?
i drank so many cups of caffinated tea and then a big ol coffee so its 230am and i dont even feel it. yea and i guess i've only been awake for 11 hrs. none of which i left the house during.
also, duh, my parents are out of town. i totally like my parents but having my crazy house to my (and hannahs) self is really cool. like really really cool. except when i convince myself that there are ghosts. but whatev. artie, the bitchy queen, destroys them. also my room is like totally clean, its cool.
band practice, lets sound more like the runaways? k?
love, naomi

i feel like my additude has really changed since i've been back. i also feel like i aged or something. i feel less youthful. i'm trying to live up to the things i said i would do for when i got back and i've been working really hard on a lot of activities but whats really going is that my additute is no where near as posi as it was 2 weeks ago and i have a UTI for no goddamned reason. why does my vag hate me? or more specifically my urininary tract?
i need an upper. i think i've been doing a pretty good job at being happy (not like i'm working on it or anything, but my disposition in general.) but i think the feeling of week vs. weekend makes me wanna pukeonyourface. blah blah blah...not enough spanish in my life either, i hope its not possible to loose a language in 14 days.
on the up? side i got a job that pays well and all i have to do is take notes. but i do feel bad about that cuz i told them i'd probably be around all year, when i probably wont since i'll probably be going to mexico(and other places) in october, boston in a few weeks and tour in a couple months. you just cant expect me to stay still! so thats your problem, fuck you.
maybe the other problem with everyone speaking the same language is that you can fully articulate drama...stupid idiot downer material, thats what i call it.
but i do and am getting to see lots of sick as bitches who i never get to see (hello laura on saturday, kyle inna couple weeks, etc, etc, etc.)
what else i like my friends, i like personal ads for my friends and i like birthdays, shows, bands, drums, learning new instruments, writing stories, yadda yadda.
k love you,
naomi