That’s all the credit I have left on my credit card.
I only have $15 in my checking account.
How will I ever make it to Friday?
I don’t know.
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I’m home.
Christen and I were talking the whole time about how impossible it would be to record all of the incredible things that happened on this trip. And yes, in a way it is impossible. You can’t re-create or in any way document those conversations that happen sometime after 5 a.m. when you can’t remember the last time you’ve slept. Those times when flying by wind farms, orchards, rest stops, sunrises, sunsets, blasting Interpol, more Interpol, then Peaches, Trent, only Queens of the Stone Age must be played when in Los Angeles… bright, sticky memories of the blinding sun… thousands out on a massive field… five bands playing simultaneously…is it Thursday? Saturday? Sunday?, buy more $3 gatorate… rolling down the windows, more sunblock, more sunblock.
I always say that a road trip is the best way to know whether you are destined to be friends with somebody. And the longer the road trip, the better. We left at midnight on Thursday and didn’t get back until Sunday morning. We maybe slept 10 hours the whole time, yet we didn’t argue even once. We just had more and more fun…no matter the bad food, the extreme sleep deprivation… our Starbucks in Lost Hills, phones threatening to die the whole time… dealing power from whatever outlets we could… the car broke down but we got it fixed, stayed at the house of this random girl we met at the gas station… Christen’s boyfriend Dan came up from San Diego and helped us so much… hundred-degree weather…driving through Indio, Cathedral City, more desert, Palm Springs, L.A., Lost Hills, the endless nothing of I-5, Mulholland Drive…
It would take weeks to write it all down.
We saw Interpol, Bjork, and Peaches…not to mention all the thousands of hot, trendy people. Every moment of this trip seemed like a surreal dream…but through it all, we persevered. After this epic adventure, I sit here and stare at my ticket stub on my desk.
It’s like the last scene of a movie where the characters can’t believe that everything happened, but it did. I slept all day today… 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. I had a bunch of messages, and tried to call everyone back when I woke up. I wasn’t able to get ahold of Patrick pretty much the whole time I was down there, but we communicated via voicemails. I was so out of it the whole time, I probably wouldn’t have made that great of a conversationalist.
I’ve had so many epiphanies… and listened to so much Interpol that I can even believe that I exist anymore. I need to sit down and make a bunch of notes and then try it to write about this. I could seriously write a novel about it.
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I just got back from Coachella.
The trip back took 16 hours.
16.
Hours.
We took 40 videos. Right now, I’m going to take a shower because I feel SO disgusting.
Ah, that’s better. I feel like I lost ten pounds of grime.
I am just SO fucking exhausted. I need to write a hella long post about the show…but I’m going to do what I wanted to do the whole time: go to sleep all day long.
But let it be known for all time: Coachella fucking rocks.
Christen and I had such a surreal and amazing time. I am beyond broke right now, but I couldn’t care less. This was what I needed. This was the ultimate road trip…the one that I had fantasies about. I am SO glad we went.
The last video we took, as we were back in Sacramento.
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Cool kids in the know will visit my YouTube and Flickr pages for video and picture updates. Everything I take on my phone is automatically uploaded, so yeah:
www.flickr.com/photos/dariusofthedark
www.YouTube.com/dariusofthedark
I’m taking hella videos! We just got to LA.
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We’re leaving in like…well, it could be right now if Christen knocks on my door.
509 miles there, 509 miles back.
I have $15 in my bank account, and $150 available on my credit card.
I hope this caper is successful.
I have beyond no money.
But the show must go on, I guess.
I went and got my blood drawn for the testing today…and oh my god, it was horrible.
The short story is that the chick couldn’t get blood out of one arm so she stabbed the other one and right after she got done I hella passed out. But when I was passed out it was the most horrible experience I’ve ever felt…I had no body, I was falling and falling through a storm of memories, but as I tried to reach for them I would fall faster and I didn’t know who I was. It was insane.
I felt really lightheaded and woozy the whole rest of the day…I still feel like that, although it is wearing off with every hour that passes.
Annie and I had a great lunch at this Mexican place across from her work after she got off today…I was off on another planet most of the time, but I was cool. I wonder what’s in smelling salts. It smelled like ammonia almost. Wikipedia to the rescue! Oh, it really is ammonia. Odd.
Well, I’m all ready. Omg she’s here!
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I’m listening to a lot of Björk for some odd reason, I don’t even like her that much…I just downloaded this remix album of Post called Telegram today. It’s awesome and trip-hop inspired. Tricky collaborated on it.
My day actually rocked, notwithstanding the stressful morning. Work was OK, but there was like, nothing to do there. I blew through a bunch of editing work and then was forced to do these low-priority news briefs. Yawn :(
But the day was so beautiful and my coworkers were talking about interesting things.
After work I went and joined Brian at his house and we went to Arden Fair to do some shopping. We took the bus because he doesn’t have a car, and Brian had like never taken the bus, but I’m going to break him of that. We had this insane bus driver that was patiently explaining that we weren’t good enough to go to Arden Fair from behind his Wayfarers (I’m not kidding). I’m going to take Brian downtown via the bus. It’s going to be awesome. Well anyway, we visited Christen at the mall and looked at like every freaking store and there was nothing good. They must get their shipments in the middle of the week because nothing was in stock…there was nothing that the mannequins were wearing was on the shelves.
It was the day without style, but we had fun anyway, taking wacky pictures and eating Japanese-ish food.
We visited Barnes and Noble and I got two books I’d been wanting to read for EVER: The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. LeGuin and Mona Lisa Overdrive by William Gibson. Mona Lisa is the third one in the Neuromancer trilogy, so I’m very excited to see how it will all turn out. I can’t even remember when I started wanting to read The Lathe of Heaven, but I have it now. Reading rocks.
After the mildly scary ride back on the bus (this black guy was yelling “you keep playing with my nugs” at the top of his lungs over and over the whole ride), we arrived back at his place. We hung out on the lawn for a bit and talked about how lame one of his exes was and then I started texting Kelly. She hella went to see Placebo at the Warfield! That is so damn cool. I wish I could have been there, but 1) I’m hella poor, and 2) I’m not as into Placebo as I used to be, partially because every Nicole and their brother loves it.
Oh yeah, tomorrow I might be taking the train to SF to see my old friend Josh from Crescent City (NOT to be confused with Kevin and the trip from hell). It’s totally random, and just the kind of trip I need. I have been feeling acute wanderlust these past few days. Working at my wonderful travel magazine doesn’t help matters any. And don’t worry, he’s not a jacked up drug dealer or anything of the sort. After that last visit, I don’t think I’m ever going to talk to Kevin again.
I’m having Brian register this domain that he likes and I’ll host it for him. I wonder what he’ll put up on it…well…what I’ll put up on it. I just think it’ll help his leet factor if he has his own site.
Well, I’m going to wander into the kitchen and make some food. I know, eating at 2 a.m. is not going to make my insomnia any better, but hey…I’m just not tired. What can I do?
I really miss Patrick today…I sent him a text but I didn’t hear back. I swear, my phone never fucking rings unless it’s my mom. I love you Patrick! Oh yeah, he sent me a story this morning when I checked my email. I’m going to go read it.
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You know those days where you just roll out of bed and say “fuck, there is just no point in leaving the house today.”
My alarm clock didn’t go off this morning.
My fucking whore bitch of a grandma kept coming in my room when I was sleeping.
It took every fiber of my being not go just scream “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM YOU FUCKING WHORE” and just throw shit at the fucking cunt.
Now I’m going to be hella late to work. As usual.
Well, at least it’s not raining.
Fuck.
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I tried to get to sleep at a reasonable hour.
I was in bed at 2:30 a.m.
But now it’s almost four and I’m still not tired.
Life sucks.
I kept flashing back to sleeping next to Patrick…and it made everything seem shitty in comparison.
I need sleeping pills.
Ooh, I just yawned. Back to the bed!
I downloaded Debut and Medúlla tonight. I’m on this weird Post craze. Damn Björk.
I’ve been listening to Year Zero all week…and jeez, I am so disappointed with Trent. There are maybe two and half good songs on that album. In This Twilight is awesome, but the rest…I’m sorry, it’s hella embarrassing.
What has happened to good music? Really.
Would The Downward Spiral or The Fragile have needed a viral marketing gimmick to sell? I think not. It cheapens the whole album.
I don’t even like Björk that much and I’ve been listening to her all night. It’s odd. Post embodies a lot of what I’ve been feeling lately. Sort of oddly hopeful about the beginning of a relationship and rediscovering what makes one happy.
I’m going to try at the sleep thing one more time.
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of my political views. Enjoy:
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has gone by…and it was a lot of waiting. For my phone to charge, for my clothes to be washed, for the new DNS information for spadephoto.com to propagate…
…and by the time I was ready to go, the mall was closed.
I guess it’s good for my bank account
but not for my sense of stylishness :(
Maybe I’ll go tomorrow.
I can’t stop watching those two Margaret Cho DVDs I got from Netflix, I’m the One That I Want and Assassin. She is so damn funny.
I’m getting these odd artifacts in my MPEGs. I wonder why. Meh.
I think I’m going to wander into the kitchen and make some more oatmeal.
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