I Have a Crush

I heard this sweet little tune on Indie 103.1 (LA's only spot for substantial listening these days) and it completely captured my heart, but devastatingly the artist wasn't mentioned, and I feared it would be lost forever. Since I spend more time listening to the radio driving around in traffic than I do sleeping, eating or showering combined, I was lucky enough to run across it again. Under the name Coconut Records, Jason Schwartzman put together a handful of tracks that belong on a Wes Anderson soundtrack (appropriately so). The album dropped in October but the single, West Coast, is only now getting radio play.

I was thinking of posting just the song, but this video on its own is view worthy and is a perfect match. I'm off to watch Rushmore.

Coconut Records- West Coast

Finals

The last two weeks of school are here. Help.

Be Polite!!!

I found the link to a student produced video segment that I was interviewed for a few months ago. Ccccheck itt, I'm about three-quarters in.


LMU Candid Crush Talk - This is a CrushTV Video

Constant Texts

Conversation finally turned into a hang sesh friday when Shwayze invited Kays and I to a house party in Malibu. Their music inspiration must be straight from the lifestyle because I felt like everything could be traced back to to a Shwayze lyric. When the cops came to break up the party we left the karaoke and headed over to Cisco's place where the sining continued. We had a four person dance party in the living room that looked north over the Malibu coastline. Each took turns DJing the ipod and rocking out for a video that we cracked up over later.
...Shwayzes just a player and my stage is this crazy world

I Never Said I Was a Role Model

Loooving it
My aspiration...

Smear Campaign

One thing that I find is necessary, at least for me, is a creative outlet from these sometimes hectic days. Acting has definitely lent itself as a mode of expression, but when I need something a bit more therapeutic I turn to art. A couple of my classes, set design and scenic theater painting, have allowed me to produce designs on miniature and over-sized scales; one requiring intricate model building and one requiring whole theatre sets to be covered in paint. Baking and clothing have also worked themselves into the equation. One mad evening I baked half a dozen cakes including a Warhol-inspired banana cake, and shorts and shoes have become victim to scissors and paint. I'm currently working on a piece featuring the face of a poppy that will hopefully add to the warm tones of my small palace.

Rocket to the Moon

I haven't updated since spring break! I've been so neglectful! Life has just been moving fast, I've caught the positive train and I'm not getting off. I have been working between Chicago and Los Angles for the past three weeks now, making my Betsy Johnson suitcase my new best friend. My agents have been calling me more than my friends have been for some time now, which says alot about both my work and social life. I was able to catch the Wyclef Jean concert that the school hosted, and he rocked our bluff wearing a university sweatshirt for his hits. Although I have never been homesick before, I found myself missing the City of Angels and the people I have made my new family since I moved here in August, which feels like ages ago now. This place has become what I consider 'home'. I missed the pulse of the city, and I think that has been what has made me part of it. I feel so integrated in the heartbeat of this place, finding the freeways as the arteries that my black blood cell car races along to my next destination. A feeling of positive momentum has been driving me and with every venture I have found success. This month has been truly amazing, a high that cannot be compared. I wish now that I had someone I could share this electricity with, someone who understands the hard work that I have been putting in and the payoff that has finally come. I can't remember ever being with someone special in the past who has not said 'You're always so busy, why don't you have time for me?'. My independence is such a strong characteristic that sometimes I wonder if it will be my romantic downfall. Who wants to stay with someone who puts more effort into their work than into a relationship with someone else. I suppose it comes off as selfish to the people I was with, but I my determination has been the sole trait that has gotten me to the place I am now. Airplanes have become the only constant in my recent life, taking me away and bringing me home, even acting as my nighttime shooting stars since the city lights erase any evidence of the celestial bodies while I am on sitting on my patio of serenity. Never before had I flown parallel to a full moon just outside my airplane window, never has it felt so close, up above the earth and amongst the stars.