seventy.

i was excited to wake up and conquer the day today. i had planned on taking a class… its easier to wake up and know that i don't have to go work. i got ready quickly and biked downtown. the morning was beautiful, there is something so simple about the morning time. in californina, it is a slow time. a quiet time… i should utilize it more often. my ride was steady… through downtown, taking my time and crossing streets, trying to pay attention to the things around me. it was ironic that i was headed to the same place as sarah i went to for that art show the other night. the place is beside a hair school, which is also funny that i could recognize the students immediately. reminded of our school days.. and how many years ago that was. the area was too quiet… no one was at the center. i checked the sign on the door and realized that the class was actually on last saturday… so i missed it. i was kinda upset, i guess the internet had the wrong date, either that or i read it wrong. a guy came out to greet me, he thought i was there for the yoga class. i laughed and told him my story, he introduced himself… "rome" and explained that he was teaching a senior class at ten. i was an hour early and i don't have the patience to stick around. he hands me a flyer and i go outside. the cherry blossom trees are in bloom, their thick pink flowers are beautiful. the trees line the streets… down playing the graffiti walls and "rough" parts of town. i decide to make a quick stop at walmart to get toilet paper and a pillow. this is a dangerous place, i lock my bike up and worry that it may get stolen. i hurry through the shopping process, forgetting about a few items that i should've purchased. i dislike walmart so much. it is a filty ridiculous place, the lighting is bad and the people inside are.. weird. the concept is based on a "bargain" so therefore it has ruined out country. if i never go into another one.. i'd be satisfied in life. its a bit difficult to get the pillow and toilet paper to strap onto my bike… then i head home. a young guy that i have to bike around takes one look at me and says.."hey beautiful, wow… just seeing you has made my day…" i smile and say thanks, then i move on. close to home… i like walking here in the morning. the canopy of trees that lines the sidewalk to the entrance. i manage to get some laundry done, washing towels and pillow cases… straightening up a bit. drink a cup of coffee and then head to yoga. the eleven am class is kundilini with duyan. the bike ride to fourth is quick, i am early and i take a minute to explore the street. the vintage shops here are amazing. at eleven i head back to the studio, a guy named rick lets me in. we sit for while and wait for the teacher… taking time to chat and he gets to know me. he tells me a few good places to go to hear music, i try and take it all in. she shows up a bit late and apologizes… the world sometimes prevents you from being on time. i am interested in her, she has a nice smile and asks if i have studied this type of yoga before…. a few times. the class is nice, it worked on my breathing and tensing of the muscles. learning to relax and try and clear my head. earlier i had texted austin, i thought about him during class… our lives together. good thoughts ran through my head. lots of clear visions of my immediate future. it is hard to shut those thoughts off. afterwards, the class behind us cancelled…which rarely happens. we were able to sit and have tea and snack… and talk. these two individuals were people that i liked getting to know. i enjoyed their company and what they had to say… what they will teach me will good. we discussed tai chi and yoga training… writing books, support groups, a lot of healers that she had gone to try and heal her cancer. it worked and now she was working on a book and documentary about her process. our time ended and i walked next door to get some organic raw chocolate and then to bike home. i spent the afternoon with coffee and worked on my horse drawing, adding and shading in detail. i really need to work on my work looking "real" instead of cartoon… hopefully with more practice i will be able to accomplish this goal. 

ali calls and i meet her outside to go to the market. both of us realize that we didn't bring enough cash, so we quickly go through and get what we absolutely need. we run into niya, by the cake balls… and we laugh and hug. taking a minute to catch up with her, then she hands me forty dollars..oh yea, she owes me this. i had forgotten and this money couldn't of come at a better moment. ali says "you're like an angel". she is that… I'm bummed that edwin is not hear today, i really wanted to pick up that dress… we go back to her place and hang out on the deck, eating the snacks that we bought at the market. the sunset is nice, nothing exciting. a glass of wine and some music… the channel is future islands.  the sun sits low and we decide to walk to get tacos. the wind is rough and we walk the boardwalk towards shoreline. we are going for taco tuesday, so we decide on tequila jacks. it felt like our walk was forever, we arrive and we realize that is too busy. heathens, that is what it is like. i felt like everyone was too dressed, drunk… smelling of ridicuouls perfumes. i wanted out of there and i didn't want to eat there. i guess we walked too far to not eat, so we went next door and were sat immediately down outside. it was breezy. the service was ok, we had drinks…. and then split a salad and hamburger. the food was good but i became immedaltly frustrated with lindsey getting into town. i just need to relax, and try and have fun. she causes us to rush through the meal and i am upset with the fact that we had to rush to finish our meal. our walk home is quick and brisk, we are walking with the wind so it was much more pleasurable. i get home in just enough time to put everything away for lindsey to get here. right before she calls… austin text we back. he gives an excited answer about the music line up for the week and tells me that he is going to coachella this weekend. how lucky is he?! i would love to go but try and put my jealously aside, i text him back and smile, then lindsey calls and i run to the gate to let them in. they are scared and moody first off… and hungry. the travel is too much for them, i feel like i can do it with ease now. i make them dinner and set up the air mattress. they meet my roommates and lindsey makes her usual snide comments about how its "not natural" to live in this situation, referring to the guys… that hurts my feelings and all the comments that i will hear in the following days should be … wonderful.

we watch a few you tube clips of portlandia and laugh while april (her friend) showers and then they fall asleep. i text austin a bit more, nothing too much… just glad that he is responding. i remember that i mailed  harry a letter earlier in the day, i watch him sing a song on youtube, then work on an evil clown/mad hatter drawing. i've had this evil creature in my head and i needed to get him out. i was frustrated about how the detail and how i couldn't get it right, but its strange. this drawing thing… is teaching me about how to have patience. once again i fall asleep without writing, left the light on and i can't recall my dreams. i have doubts about what i am doing with my life… am i a writer?