if you didn't read the previous blog..stop..scroll down, read and then scroll up, and read this one.
okay. ...now you are just going to read that one because i'm going to see if i can top it with something that may happen tomorrow. yayah!
About Me
- Lisa Goe
- www.lisagoe.com Too many miraculous, strange, hilarious things happen to me...so its about time you all experience it with me through the ups and down of lisagoe.com
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
just saying hello
hello.
another day in la
and i'm still trying to absorb my surroundings
so...indeed it has been awhile.
5 days to be exact since the beloved Valentine’s day had arrived.
I wish i had some type of footage, but the only footage i have is in my minds eye..if that makes any sense. I suppose i just got bored of loading pictures. I love to take them, but it takes for ever to load and then size, and by the time I do its like wah... i think i may go back to film and scanning.
This is my second week in Los Angeles, and if you know of anyone moving to this forest, i suggest sending them to my blog, and here’s why, i ain’t sugar coating squat!
i’ve seen both sides of the forest
the familys
and the conformists
and it somehow all meets back in the middle
where the parachutes are left up only for the birds
there’s no escape
in the forest of l.a.
well that came out of nowhere, but its what i’m thinking.
I can’t even begin to tell the stories, the people, observing the style of this place. okay..i guess i'll begin.
Style: looks like:
out of someone’s closet, but not just any ones personal closet, just some random someone
*someone went into a dark closet or with a blindfold, grabbed several items, put them on, and walked out the door
*Everything is used, and if it isn’t used, it looks used, even if you just bought them at Levi’s for 150 dollars..and i’m not just talking distressed jeans.
*Outrageous is normal
*nerds are “amazing”
* “Good music” is who ever you know
*Parking is an art form
My mind is a little soupy.
so thats why i'm just saying hello.
p.s. ROCKSTAR MOMENT OF THE WEEK:
* DANCED WITH DREW BARRYMORE AND HER NEW BF "MAC.COM" WHILE JENNY LEWIS FROM RILO KILEY ENJOYED A BEER BESIDE ME. ALL THE WHILE WATCHING A LARGE BALDING RUSSIAN MAN SING POP SONGS THAT EVERYONE DANCED CRAZY TO, AND THEN AT THE END OF THE SHOW, HE WAS NAKED....NOT JOKING. OKAY. HE WAS IN HIS CHONIES.
love
another day in la
and i'm still trying to absorb my surroundings
so...indeed it has been awhile.
5 days to be exact since the beloved Valentine’s day had arrived.
I wish i had some type of footage, but the only footage i have is in my minds eye..if that makes any sense. I suppose i just got bored of loading pictures. I love to take them, but it takes for ever to load and then size, and by the time I do its like wah... i think i may go back to film and scanning.
This is my second week in Los Angeles, and if you know of anyone moving to this forest, i suggest sending them to my blog, and here’s why, i ain’t sugar coating squat!
i’ve seen both sides of the forest
the familys
and the conformists
and it somehow all meets back in the middle
where the parachutes are left up only for the birds
there’s no escape
in the forest of l.a.
well that came out of nowhere, but its what i’m thinking.
I can’t even begin to tell the stories, the people, observing the style of this place. okay..i guess i'll begin.
Style: looks like:
out of someone’s closet, but not just any ones personal closet, just some random someone
*someone went into a dark closet or with a blindfold, grabbed several items, put them on, and walked out the door
*Everything is used, and if it isn’t used, it looks used, even if you just bought them at Levi’s for 150 dollars..and i’m not just talking distressed jeans.
*Outrageous is normal
*nerds are “amazing”
* “Good music” is who ever you know
*Parking is an art form
My mind is a little soupy.
so thats why i'm just saying hello.
p.s. ROCKSTAR MOMENT OF THE WEEK:
* DANCED WITH DREW BARRYMORE AND HER NEW BF "MAC.COM" WHILE JENNY LEWIS FROM RILO KILEY ENJOYED A BEER BESIDE ME. ALL THE WHILE WATCHING A LARGE BALDING RUSSIAN MAN SING POP SONGS THAT EVERYONE DANCED CRAZY TO, AND THEN AT THE END OF THE SHOW, HE WAS NAKED....NOT JOKING. OKAY. HE WAS IN HIS CHONIES.
love
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
First Day
I woke up early..okay ealier than i had before, aka 9am. I got dressed slowly, making sure every hair was where it was supposed to be and every button, fastened perfectly. I came downstairs, poured raisin bran from the plastic juice container, and grabbed the watered down milk substance called Lactaid. (Its free. i can't be picky)
As i ate my cereal I stared off into the guppy fish tank thinking "breathe, relax, you'll be great" "YOu readY" was the next thing I remember hearing and off to my first day at JCrew in the Promenade.
Once i got there i was greeted with a smile by my first manager. It was then followed by a frown. "You're not in dress code. do you have a cardigan in your car. the Cardigan is the new jacket" So upstairs I went to the sale section, scrambling to find something to wear with my so perfectly put together outfit.
After finding a jacket, which is pretty cute i must say, I shamefully walked downstairs..still with confidence, but also with a wee bit less "goe" get um gusto. I was handed over some paperwork, the new dress code, and such, and then found out my position had changed, and there was a lot more things i had to focus on.
I could feel my body curl over like an old woman. I smiled, and went my merry way, and before i knew it was time for a lunch break. I went upstairs to get my bag, and reported to the "powers that be". they checked my status, and what do you know, my sales were sky rocketing! How that happened i have no idea, but i don't mind, and I was shocked! Just as shocked as everyone else i'm sure!
During my break, I read a bit, called some people...and watched a woman i had just helped in the store get arrested for shoplifting at Sephora! I was so shocked. I can't even tell you. but its true. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN! The strange thing was she was a women who no doubt must have been in her 70's. could you imagine.
To not bore anyone with the rest of my first day, i ended it with a bang. so much of a bang, today, one of the other personal shoppers wouldn't talk to me. I must have posed a threat. oh well. What are you going to do. I'm sure in the end we'll run off like best buds, but for now..i'm still in a foreign land;)
As i ate my cereal I stared off into the guppy fish tank thinking "breathe, relax, you'll be great" "YOu readY" was the next thing I remember hearing and off to my first day at JCrew in the Promenade.
Once i got there i was greeted with a smile by my first manager. It was then followed by a frown. "You're not in dress code. do you have a cardigan in your car. the Cardigan is the new jacket" So upstairs I went to the sale section, scrambling to find something to wear with my so perfectly put together outfit.
After finding a jacket, which is pretty cute i must say, I shamefully walked downstairs..still with confidence, but also with a wee bit less "goe" get um gusto. I was handed over some paperwork, the new dress code, and such, and then found out my position had changed, and there was a lot more things i had to focus on.
I could feel my body curl over like an old woman. I smiled, and went my merry way, and before i knew it was time for a lunch break. I went upstairs to get my bag, and reported to the "powers that be". they checked my status, and what do you know, my sales were sky rocketing! How that happened i have no idea, but i don't mind, and I was shocked! Just as shocked as everyone else i'm sure!
During my break, I read a bit, called some people...and watched a woman i had just helped in the store get arrested for shoplifting at Sephora! I was so shocked. I can't even tell you. but its true. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN! The strange thing was she was a women who no doubt must have been in her 70's. could you imagine.
To not bore anyone with the rest of my first day, i ended it with a bang. so much of a bang, today, one of the other personal shoppers wouldn't talk to me. I must have posed a threat. oh well. What are you going to do. I'm sure in the end we'll run off like best buds, but for now..i'm still in a foreign land;)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Chapter 2
I’d like to paint a picture right now, of what and where i’m standing in my mind. my heart is beating fast, and my mind attempts to slow down but is at a consistant up and down of thoughts and emotions. I just feel foreign.
I’m sitting in my grandparents dining room, where live a turtle, June-hi, and a multiplicity of guppy fish, along with the occasional parakeet who decides to come and hang out with the other animals.
Above the “zoo” are Christmas 07 pictures, along with a picture of the squirrel my grandmother has befriended, boo-boo. At least thats his name for now until we figure out a better one.
As i sit at the table looking into the avante garde Gold mirror next to the dining table, i look down and stare at my “place mat”. Its a bamboo painted tupperware plate, but it “helps the table not get scratches”. My grandmother begins to prepare dinner. “Gahlee Lisa. What am i supposed to feed you. NO meat! NO meat! How are you going to help us eat all our food?!” I shrug, laugh and continue looking at my placemat recognizing the particularity my grandmother has in her house, and making notes in my head in order to please my new roommates.
My Grandma goes to a stack of newspapers in the corner and begins to choose articles of which i’m assuming she is going to read. Alas i am wrong again, and instead she uses them first on the floor under her feet, and then under the electric frying pan.
“Grandma..what are you doing?” She continues with what seems to be her every day routine, and says “ the oil splashes all over the place. It leaves such a mess.” I don’t want to seem rude or anything, but i laugh a little under my breath. She smiles, and says, “yes, i am very particular in the kitchen.”
She continues to cook Egg Fooyung (i’m assuming thats how you spell it) and it was beyond delicious. i’d never had it before, but it was a definite treat. Its basically an omelet and a pancake in one with all sorts of vegetables and shrimp, but i guess you can put anything in it. anyway. I give her great encouragement, and she smiles with appreciation.
I grab a plate and begin eating standing up. Both of my grandparents put their food on their plastic bamboo “place-mats”. Several more dishes of fruit, cheese, nuts, and vegetables are then put on the table next to the main dish. “Lisa, why you stand up and eat? where you learn that? go sit down.”
Not even realizing I had been standing and eating most of my life, I sit down to eat, and find myself in a foreign place. What do we talk about, how do i eat everything, am i supposed to eat everything or is it just out for being outsake.
Dinner finishes and the newspapers go into the recycling. Grandpa grabs a cantelope from the pantry, as well as a few more newspapers, and places them on the cutting board. “You want cantelope Lisa? Its good snack”. I reply, “Grandpa we just had dinner?” “okay, then..its good dessert”.
I am truly enjoying every moment i have with my grandparents, and through them i recognize, i’ve got a lot more living to do.
I’m sitting in my grandparents dining room, where live a turtle, June-hi, and a multiplicity of guppy fish, along with the occasional parakeet who decides to come and hang out with the other animals.
Above the “zoo” are Christmas 07 pictures, along with a picture of the squirrel my grandmother has befriended, boo-boo. At least thats his name for now until we figure out a better one.
As i sit at the table looking into the avante garde Gold mirror next to the dining table, i look down and stare at my “place mat”. Its a bamboo painted tupperware plate, but it “helps the table not get scratches”. My grandmother begins to prepare dinner. “Gahlee Lisa. What am i supposed to feed you. NO meat! NO meat! How are you going to help us eat all our food?!” I shrug, laugh and continue looking at my placemat recognizing the particularity my grandmother has in her house, and making notes in my head in order to please my new roommates.
My Grandma goes to a stack of newspapers in the corner and begins to choose articles of which i’m assuming she is going to read. Alas i am wrong again, and instead she uses them first on the floor under her feet, and then under the electric frying pan.
“Grandma..what are you doing?” She continues with what seems to be her every day routine, and says “ the oil splashes all over the place. It leaves such a mess.” I don’t want to seem rude or anything, but i laugh a little under my breath. She smiles, and says, “yes, i am very particular in the kitchen.”
She continues to cook Egg Fooyung (i’m assuming thats how you spell it) and it was beyond delicious. i’d never had it before, but it was a definite treat. Its basically an omelet and a pancake in one with all sorts of vegetables and shrimp, but i guess you can put anything in it. anyway. I give her great encouragement, and she smiles with appreciation.
I grab a plate and begin eating standing up. Both of my grandparents put their food on their plastic bamboo “place-mats”. Several more dishes of fruit, cheese, nuts, and vegetables are then put on the table next to the main dish. “Lisa, why you stand up and eat? where you learn that? go sit down.”
Not even realizing I had been standing and eating most of my life, I sit down to eat, and find myself in a foreign place. What do we talk about, how do i eat everything, am i supposed to eat everything or is it just out for being outsake.
Dinner finishes and the newspapers go into the recycling. Grandpa grabs a cantelope from the pantry, as well as a few more newspapers, and places them on the cutting board. “You want cantelope Lisa? Its good snack”. I reply, “Grandpa we just had dinner?” “okay, then..its good dessert”.
I am truly enjoying every moment i have with my grandparents, and through them i recognize, i’ve got a lot more living to do.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Chapter One
i’m unexplainably uneasy right now. its not like i haven’t been at my grandparents before, but i’m realizing i’m not just here on vacation. On account of my lack of funds, I’m here to be a roommate, as well as a very well behaved grand daughter. I already am a well behaved grand daughter, but its different. i don’t want to step on their toes, or make them feel uncomfortable, but as I look around this room, this room that has held so many memories, i can’t help but wonder what exactly am I doing.
I feel like i am pretending. This isn’t real. I didn’t just give my 30 day notice, i don’t have three brown boxes and a mountain of furniture to organize, arrange and be comfortable. I don’t have internet whenever i need and want it. I didn’t just accept a loan i can’t afford...which i am praying to God i can call and say “jk! i don’t want that!”
I’m swallowing my pride right now, and wondering if this was all a mistake. Why am i so fearful. what am i scared of. what is going to happen, perhaps...STOP! These thoughts must be lies. They must. I can say this, with the belief that i have on several accounts, received confirmation of my arrival here. although not a perfect situation, there is and must be a reason.
how fitting for me to arrive tonight, the night of the 50th annual Grammy Awards. The stars, young and old, literally moments away from me, as i sat in a couch with my grandpa and grandma. Would that someday be me? could that be me? What song would that be? And am I going to be an inspirational person, so much as to move minds and ideas into positive and righteous movements? And what a heavy responsibility.
What have i gotten myself into?
I feel like i am pretending. This isn’t real. I didn’t just give my 30 day notice, i don’t have three brown boxes and a mountain of furniture to organize, arrange and be comfortable. I don’t have internet whenever i need and want it. I didn’t just accept a loan i can’t afford...which i am praying to God i can call and say “jk! i don’t want that!”
I’m swallowing my pride right now, and wondering if this was all a mistake. Why am i so fearful. what am i scared of. what is going to happen, perhaps...STOP! These thoughts must be lies. They must. I can say this, with the belief that i have on several accounts, received confirmation of my arrival here. although not a perfect situation, there is and must be a reason.
how fitting for me to arrive tonight, the night of the 50th annual Grammy Awards. The stars, young and old, literally moments away from me, as i sat in a couch with my grandpa and grandma. Would that someday be me? could that be me? What song would that be? And am I going to be an inspirational person, so much as to move minds and ideas into positive and righteous movements? And what a heavy responsibility.
What have i gotten myself into?
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Orbitz gum
"Dirty mouth? Clean it up!"
What a great line.
one of my hands is a sleep right now, while the opposite eye is half open. I'm not sure if i'm going to get a head ache or if i'm going to survive this day, and due to all my ailments I recognize, I need to "clean it up"
I've never been one to spout out dirty words, and I was never that rough around the edges, but lately i have been finding my fair share of going out, having a good time, but getting carried away. Not to worry, I'm not where i could be, but why even be where i could be.
It goes like this. I'm moving to Los Angeles, and a i have quite a few people who are looking out for me and are indeed nervous about my arrival. Los Angeles is a beast. A forest that some survive, and others become the trees, conforming and twisting each limb till the path to survive, becomes more dense and more are caught in the web of deception. I don't want that ..of course.
I'm excited about my new endeavor. New life, new place, new adventures, and when i say i'm going to clean it up, i'm going to clean it up. I just can't wake up this way. Exhausted, hoarse mouth, questioning myself, and concerned with what I could become. Numb.
What a great line.
one of my hands is a sleep right now, while the opposite eye is half open. I'm not sure if i'm going to get a head ache or if i'm going to survive this day, and due to all my ailments I recognize, I need to "clean it up"
I've never been one to spout out dirty words, and I was never that rough around the edges, but lately i have been finding my fair share of going out, having a good time, but getting carried away. Not to worry, I'm not where i could be, but why even be where i could be.
It goes like this. I'm moving to Los Angeles, and a i have quite a few people who are looking out for me and are indeed nervous about my arrival. Los Angeles is a beast. A forest that some survive, and others become the trees, conforming and twisting each limb till the path to survive, becomes more dense and more are caught in the web of deception. I don't want that ..of course.
I'm excited about my new endeavor. New life, new place, new adventures, and when i say i'm going to clean it up, i'm going to clean it up. I just can't wake up this way. Exhausted, hoarse mouth, questioning myself, and concerned with what I could become. Numb.
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