You smell an awful lot like flowers.

This morning I decided not to bring my iPod to school. I decided not to bring my laptop to school. I decided to bring my camera. I decided to go for a somewhat quiet day. I had a glass of the tea I made last night and went with mom to the bart station. Mom dropped me off and I stood there on the train platform waiting for the train, and I look to my right and there is this girl tieing her shoes. Pink laces...Brown hair with the tips dyed blonde. I was a bit earlier than usual, and a Fremont train came approached. It's always a delemia when a Fremont train comes by, when you want to go to San Francisco. Do you get on and hope that you'll catch a transfer? You risk getting on the freemont and just waiting for the same train you would have got on if you had waited. So I said, if this girl gets on the train, I'll get on. I didn't really say it, I thought it, you know?

So she gets on the same car as me, even if it is on the opposite end. I can't see her most of the ride, but every time I glance I can see those highlights that just do something for me. We get to MacArthur, and I get off waiting for the transfer train to go to San Francisco, and I look to my left and she's doing the same thing!

you can see her with the brown hair with highlights, a white bag, and an ass that wont quit...wtf am I talking about?

The San Francisco train gets crowded pretty quick. As I get off at the Embarcadero, I look to my left and don't see the girl getting off. I probably won't see her again, but it's strange how certain things motivate you.

Waiting for an M train in the Muni station, I look at the map and it says there's an M. Usually they come in, let the people off and turn around a little farther down in the tunnel, but every now and then they switch tracks BEFORE they get to Embarcadero. I say "boy it'd be cool if the train did that." And sure enough, it did! I knew today would be a good day.

On the train I start reading this weeks cinema assignment... Something called "Laura Mulvey, “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema,” in Visual and Other Pleasures (Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1989)" and it starts talking about sex and phalic something or other. I quote, "The paradox of phallocentrism in all its manifestations is that it depends on the image of the castrated women to give order and meaning to this world." What the fuck? I thought you needed testicles to be castrated. Either way, most of this psychoanalytic bullshit is way over MY head. And then, more to the point for this post, it starts to talk about pleasure in looking. Scopophilia. Just 15 minutes earlier I was motivated to get on a train so I could look just get a glimpse of this girl I'd never talk to, never meet, and probably never see again. Is that a bad thing? I just don't know...

Just take the god damn picture, mother.

Well, I could only get a couple pages out of that on the train ride, but as I got out of the tunnel at West Portal Station, I noticed a smell. I thought it was someone sitting in front of me. A good soap they used or perhaps a perfume of some kind. Lotion...that sort of thing. Then they got off the train and I could still smell it. I was trying to put my finger on it, what could that smell be? I got off the train and I could still smell it. Can you imagine what water smells like? Not just water, though, the ideal form of water. Water in the Platonic sense, you know what I'm saying? Perfect water. Can you imagine that smell? Okay, good. Now add a sweetness to it. It smelled the way angels oughta smell, you know what I'm saying? And it was all around me. Then it hit me...It was the smell of flowers! Not the stinky flowers, but the best smelling flowers you'll ever smell. Everywhere! Not so much that it overwhelms you either, just enough to let you know its there and make you feel good. I really loved this smell. I wish it would never go away.

The saddest part would be that if it never went away, our noses would eventually get used to it and stop smelling it. That would be so sad...

But it was a good day!

Anyway I'm noticing this smell, and I look up and bam! Right in front of me, walking a bit speedier is the girl from the BART. I'd never have thought she'd go to San Francisco State! I never did see her face though...kind of sad really.

But it was a good day, really! I don't care how many 'sad' things happened.

So I went and got a smoothie and a bagle. It was a really, really good smoothie! I was impressed. But, I had class so I headed on out, and I saw this:

Call me a sap if you must, but I really like to see movie cameras. Even if they are 16 mm cameras, they're still movie cameras damnit. I gotta admit, I'm not exactly thrilled to use film...the frugal man inside me (who is quite prominant) doesn't like the idea of spinning thousands of feet of plastic though a little hole...you know, all at once. I like the idea of digital a bit more. But I'm side tracked now...

This is waiting for class...I like how it turned out.

I like taking random pictures of people who don't know they're on camera. It's a thing I do. They'll never see the pictures and I'll never know who they are, but I still get a kick out of it for some reason.

And since it's already after midnight, I'm going to wrap up with just pictures now.

The Sutro Tower. Something like this is featured in San Andreas.


Dad in admiral uniform. Isabel, still want to borrow it?


lightsaber spoon. from kellogg. will give darth maul an orgasm.


darth maul. menacing, isn't he?


Screen of Law of Ueki.

I've been downloading anime like crazy the past day or so. I love bittorrent. You should all have it. It should be the first thing you install on your computer...

But I think I'm done. Sorry the end of this post couldn't be as good as the begining.