Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Art, and Spaceland (and Europe)

I know I know. Where the fuck have I been? Actually... I have no idea. I have no excuse. I quit Johnson-Wilshire and was jobless for about 2 weeks, so I could've written at least 5 blogs during that time. Then I got the marketing position at City of Angels, which takes me about 3 hours max to complete in a day, so that is no excuse either. I guess just the typical shit happened. You get caught up with your so called "busy" life that you don't have time to write. Which brings me to the main topic of this blog, though three topics, really all relates to the middle - ART.

Vicky Cristina Barcelona is my movie of the year. But I do not recommend it if you are not a Woody Allen fan. I am completely biased because I love him, and I love the way he tackles the tricky subject of love. I absolutely LOVED the film. So much that I am now inspired to buy a professional camera and an easel to paint.

Last night my friends and I went to Spaceland to see these three bands and have a late night bite at Weiland's, all for an early birthday celebration for the lovely Jerrard. The first two bands were really cool, but the last one was so lame. So lame to the point where I started daydreaming and trying to take cool pictures with my cheap $90 camera. Lesson learned. That does not fly. Afterwards we proceeded to good old Weiland's for their happy hour garlic fries among plenty of other happy hour delights. Needless to say, I think I can speak for everyone in that we all drove home with major food coma. And hot ass garlic breathe. Mmmm yummy.

While at Spaceland and while under the influence a little bit, I proceeded to do what I always do when I'm watching a band and a little buzzed - talk about how much my REAL dream would be to be in my own band. That I would choose being in a band over working for a fashion magazine. I would choose it over anything. I don't know if that is true though. I only say that when I'm drunk. And then I start bugging Stephen to write music. And then I go home, sleep, wake up the next day, and it's back to the things we have to take care of that day. In this case, cleaning the house for Stephen's friends Browner and Phil who are coming from Ireland tomorrow. But today I feel a stronger urge to actually pursue my art. I am going to call my mom and ask for a fancy camera from the Philippines (cuz it's close to Hong Kong and Japan and they get the latest in technology before we do). I am going to buy an easel and start painting. And I am going to keep playing "Alone" by Heart on the guitar because as cheesy as that song is, play it on the acoustic and feel how pretty and powerful it is. Maybe that will lead to other stuff.

Finally, I want to briefly talk about my love for Europe. I know movies probably romanticize it and make it seem so much more than it is, but I am convinced and believe it is all true. I myself, have only been to Dublin, Ireland, but one step off the plane and onto the streets of Dublin and I'm already in love. And I'm hardly the type of girl to fall in love with a city for its pure beauty alone. Usually, it takes good restaurants, fabulous shopping, good music venues, and fun bars in order for me to approve a city. But the city alone minus all those things is enough to for a girl to wonder why she lives in the United States. I cannot wait to see the rest of Europe, and cannot wait to finally move there one day. I don't know when, but someday, I will. I promise to keep my promise of moving to Europe one day.