I wake up almost every morning to the sound of someone yelling at our incontinent geriatric dalmatian because she once again pissed on the carpet outside my room in the basement. At least now someone will usually put a towel over the wet spot so I'm not surprised with a pee-soaked pair of socks. Our cat's litter box is in the laundry room right next to my room and isn't changed until it is absolutely time to change it which makes the whole downstairs area smell like cat piss. Between walking in it and smelling it, I live in a urinal.That is why I'm moving out.
Even though I have my house to sleep in, I find myself at Andy's every other night just because I don't want to have to deal with my family.
1:30 am--Andy's brother Adam and I decided to hit up Nation's to celebrate him getting his medical marijuana card. Adam was a little more excited about it than I was but it was kind of surreal to the both of us that it was now (mostly) legal for him to grow and smoke marijuana. It made me think of the speech class I was taking.
A woman in the class was giving an introductory speech about what she values. She said that the one thing that she does NOT value is marijuana. She said it's because everyone who smokes weed just likes to sit on the couch and not be motivated and basically be a drain on society. Her reasoning was a little flawed and I wanted to stand up and tell her that I work 40 hours a week, take 15 units of classes and I like to get high every now and again.
2:30 am--When we got back from stuffing our faces with chilliburgers, omelettes and cheese fries, we noticed a small flock of herons in the field across from the house. It had been raining out and they were sifting through the mud trying to find worms. They were pretty skittish and we tried our best to get a good shot of them but this is all I ended up with. Second surreal moment of the night. Once we were done trying to be nature photographers, we had an impromptu shoot in the middle of the street.
I've always been fond of the lighting in Berkeley. My favorite picture of my dad is of him sitting on the curb underneath a street light. There's a street sign that reads California street and University. Kind of ironic considering my dad is from Mexico and never went to college.
You not only take beautiful images, but you are a very articulate.
ReplyDelete"My favorite picture of my dad is of him sitting on the curb underneath a street light. There's a street sign that reads California street and University. Kind of ironic considering my dad is from Mexico and never went to college." I love context.
ReplyDeleteAhh! More similarities. I have a friend who has a cat (recently had two cats until one died) living in her apartment causing it to smell pretty bad sometimes. I used to hang out with her a lot. We'd be hanging out in that cat pee or poop smelling place with loads of stoner incense to cover up the smell. And my other friend who also hangs out with us and is not living temporarily with my other friend has a club card that she loves.
ReplyDeleteI love your description of the photo of your dad. Do you have it still? You should scan it in and include it here. I am every so curious. I love the irony as well. Oh, and I could tell you some stories about animal pee and trying to get the heck outta the house I lived in growing up. At one point there was a gigantic pig living in an entire bed room of it/s own and then another point there were actual goats living in the house. I came home from college one time only to walk into the kitchen and there was a momma goat with two babies wandering around trying to break into the fridge.
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