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Decrees, anointments, and declarations from the Crown may be found here. I've been called a Queen, but I'm far from it. I've taken what I have darling. I am an Empress!
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::Dirty Pop::
For the first time Since Sydney I went clubbing with the boys. Ryan picked me up in his blue van and off we went to WeHo. I’ve been out with them since OZ of course but there was never any booty shaking involved. It was nice to be out on the dance floor, though initially I felt lost in the sea of hot sweaty men I eventually found my node. As my friends prowled through the crowds for tomorrow’s late night snack I didn’t feel the pressure to do so. It was great! Of course I looked, but I didn’t have a need to touch. I had a great time seeing old faces and catching up with their lives, while remembering why its great not to be caught in the drama of it all. I’ve recently chatted with a couple of friends who have fallen into the WeHo trap, feeling drawn to the gay Eden every weekend with their money on hand and thong in ass. Wow that was so first year...minus the thong. The years have gone by past. I’m going on my last and I’m looking back at my past. I find I’m happy with all of the choices and experiences I have had. I wouldn’t have lived it all any other way. Spring quarter here I come. Hmm... WeHo there I go?
The Crown
posted by Steven @
2/23/2002 04:51:00 AM
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::The Beret::
So the patriotic hype has finally gotten to me. Last night while chatting to my friend Ryan I discovered that he too thinks the American bronze medallist Timothy Goebel is the best thing to come to men’s figure skating since tights, when a red, white and blue obsession came over me. I went on-line and found it. I found America. Never mind the fact Timmy’s wearing on his official homepage. Never mind the fact that they’re totally cute, with proceeds going to support future Olympic athletes. Never mind the fact those berets are French, ugh…I hate the French! Finally mind that fact that no matter the shape, association, or the cost (only $23.00) its still America. It’s now a familiar headgear seen worldwide and associated with the U.S. It’s now what I’ll be wearing when I arrive in Sydney this winter to declare my love for my home country. Damn that Aussi stealing the gold from the cute Ono skater boy. I’m an American first! Though I’m physically and emotionally ready to leave for the land down under I’ll never be mentally ready to let go of the land right here. So thank you Timothy Goebel for being so cute and thank you corporate American for busting out American ala hat, even if it is via France.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
2/19/2002 03:20:00 AM
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Tuesday |
::Ye Friendly Towne::
For my urban planning course I was asked to do a project of my choice as long as it was LA-ish in theme. I decided to do something that is farthest from my assignment. I have decided to conduct a walking-tour and make a travel brochure of Whittier, Ye Friendly Towne, perhaps the farthest one can get from the fast paced, liberal, and constantly changing life of Los Angeles. Though Whittier is undoubtedly part of Los Angeles County, sitting at the county’s extreme southeast meeting Orange County at La Habra, it isn’t exactly L.A. Whittier is slow-paced and conservative. It’s calm and rational. Though the city houses a Democratic Party political majority you wouldn’t know it. Whittier has been called sleepy and even down-right stagnant. The city’s latest marvel was its accomplishment of relocating Whittier’s old train station to Uptown. Where other cities change and converge on So. Cal’s latest urban design fad Whittier stays the same. I never really thought I’d ever defend the city’s refusal to change, but the city’s conscious effort to retain it’s history, charm, and character urges me to do so. While many Southern Californian towns have fallen slave to orangie-beige stucco and cheap Spanish-Colonial imitations, Ahem! La Habra, Hacienda Heights, La Mirada, and even Santa Fe Springs; Whittier has remained, well White-ier. It is still the quaint little Quaker town founded 115 years ago and I’ve realized that’s not so bad. I’ve rediscovered that I love cruising down the boulevard with Stacy or whoever on mission to locate the city’s best TP ala Jenny Casford deal. I enjoy walking up Greenleaf past hordes of second rate thrift stores and family owned business, minus the Starbucks and 99 cents only store. I have a blast telling scary stores as I ride in a car winding down Turnbull Canyon and I like eating bad food at Denny’s “We Never Clean.” In 1990 151,349 people registered with the census folks stating that they either lived in South, West, or Whittier Proper, though the city’s population is down by at least one, I’ll never be down on Whittier. I’ve always considered myself as Los Angeles in the figurative sense, but I guess I can’t get away from the fact that I’m Whittier too. As perceivably dull or un-hip as Whittier may be, it is home. It’s my Ye Friendly Home Town and I’ve decided that I am proud of it.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
2/18/2002 06:23:00 AM
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::Photograph::
I’m still 30. Though I tend to forget it. Go figure. Had a great birthday celebration a la Patrick. Missed Los Angeles again and again. Kicked academic ass. Was pissy with friends who forgot me on birthday. Gave them shit. Got over it. Realized my time here in L.A. is limited. Realized life is short and so I plan on living it long. Had boy drama and still need to resolve it. Stressed over school. Decided some things aren’t worth stressing over. I’ve reduced stress, which consequently coincided with a rediscovery of my innate gift for bullshit. Which ultimately means I’ll pull better grades. Turns out actually doing schoolwork last quarter hurt my GPA. My self-confidence has returned. I’m more ready for the world. I’ve made an active effort to once again be accountable for my responsibilities. I’ve pulled most of my shit together. I’m now looking forward to Australia. I’m buying a large suitcase to smuggle friends in. I’ve realized that wont work so I plan on investing in a calling card and photo album. I’ve opened my eyes wider towards life. I continue to believe there’s a difference found in those who live versus those who have life. I’ve refocused my eyes. I’m still looking for the right prescription. I miss my family. I don’t miss them enough. I dislike education but I love to learn. I’ve learned more about myself. I’ve opened my ears. I caught a cold. I’m still sick two weeks later. I bought a visor palm thing to organize my time. I’ve downloaded games to occupy my time. I’m doing another paper. I plan on doing well which means the professor probably plans on scoring me low. Pondered my role as a leader. Entered stuff into my blog. Got all caught up.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
2/10/2002 01:48:00 AM
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