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i’m annie, annie lou. annie who? that broad that doesnt ever say hi. from mira mesa? ya. all those things. let me explain, my name is annie. i’ll usually introduce myself as annie lou so that way my name has a chance of sticking better.  i don’t say hi because, well, i suck in social situations. at the same ironic time i probably remember your name and last name as well, even if you’ve never told me (useless skill honed from high school yearbook staff ‘99-‘01). i go through stages of out-all-the-time and never-ever-out.. i’ve managed to whittle my time drinkings into a single bar in SD (shout out to 923! and that sexy dj that they call virus.  greg, chris, and will: you guys are the shit. i’ll paint that collage on the wall.  i’ll paint over those gaddamn kiwi’s drinkin 40s as a bonus, too. aaaaaand. the burgers next door make me fat & happy. delishimous!) ok back to why i’m an idiot:  regrettably, i’ve spent the past 5 or 6 or 7 years being a major stoner so my memory is pretty zapped.. combine that with a buzz and damn, i reeeeally suck!  just give me a minute, i promise it’ll come back to me. i apologize in advance for being socially slow.  but honestly- i’m not that friendly but i’m a loyal friend. i like people, don’t get me wrong. i just am pretty standoffish, a quality i’m trying to tone down. why such a bitch, you may ask?  easy:  it weeds out all the pussies.

folks who think or have heard from someone that im a bitch.. guess what. i’m really not. i’ll invite you to my pad, we can get laced up before we go out with dinner and drinks and mary jane- or nothing at all if that’s more your lane- and we’ll have a grand ol’ time. my pad is in walking distance of downtown, there’s plenty of parking, and there’s 2 dogs to hug. i’ll always remember your birthday. i’ll paint you something for christmas (well i’ll at least aim to). i’m always on gmail chat for venting. if i were a super hero, i’d be Super Empathetic. i’ll be sad when youre sad; happy for you when you’re happy.  pisces i tell ya, super sensitive + super creative. 

more randoms that create me: i love coffee and cigarettes.  cigarettes need to stop being so great, like NOW.  my boyfriend is in healthcare and the kid is right… shit is baaaaad news. some day i’ll have luck ending my love affair with kamel red lights.  he HATES my smoking vice and i can’t blame him. i win the worst girlfriend award for blowing bowls as soon as he’s out the door. i’d rather spend a chunk of loot on a plane ticket than on a purse, ANY DAY. but that’s just me. i’m pretty loner status; the life of an artist is inherently lonely. oh well… sitting in my sunny ass studio while i grumble to myself about colors and oils and matte and liquin layers is well.. pretty awkward for a third party that is NOT a dog. i love getting massages.  pretty expensive but well worth the treat.. a lot of illness is created by stress and god knows how stressed the working woman is.  i also have habitually bad posture and a good masseuse will alway straighten me right out. stand tall stand proud; we work hard to be where we are. i drink a TON of water.  Pure Flo in SD isn’t as delicious as Poland Spring in NY.. but i like to pretend that it is.  plenty of water is not-so-secret for great skin. back to smoking: it’s shitty for your face. i hope someday i can stop.

i work full-time in immigration law for my day job.  it’s pretty cushy but it’s also pretty boring. i also took a pay cut this year : one of the wackest notions in employment. i’d absolutely rather have unpaid days off instead of a paycut. NO, i do not want to be a lawyer. i do like law, though.. currently trying to find a happy professional medium with my many interests.  i am fortunate enough to live down the street from where i work.  NO, i do not ride my bike to work. pencil skirts and bmx just dont mix. i love jeopardy.  it’s, like, good for my self-esteem.  i’m pretty lisa simpson status with needing to be positively graded on a constant basis.  i’ve been out of school now for a couple of years now and i swore it would be a while before i’d get back in to it.  i recently watched my best friend get her master’s and holy smokes i love that pomp and circumstance.  i miss reading hard text instead of bullshit gossip blogs on the internet while at work. i am a big fat book nerd that loves to underline words for definitions, examine writing, and consider the year it was printed to check against the world’s history at that time. i love learning. i love being wrong so i can learn something new. i miss coolin out in the back and comin correct out of nowhere, surprising everyone that the silent high-looking asian girl in the back knows her shit. once i figure out how i want to apply my brains, it’s back to school billy madison style, this time not so stoned. [it’s cool, to pee, in yo pants]

i love nike. i love chucks- if you knew 7th grade to 9th grade me, you know wassup. i love levi’s. i love ross ;) i love ebay and vintage gucci. it reminds me of my mom (the vintage gucci part). i love streetwear (yes, curse the word) and it’s role; but guess what, im cheap. i’ve always intercepted my brothers old tee’s in the dryer to cut and sew into my own. a circa 1995 old hook ups tee is just a good conversation piece as the latest and greatest.. Plus, it fits just fine. i love sunglasses.  i’d love eyeglasses but i’m super blind.. my nose touches it before i actually see it.  any ‘cool’ frames pretty much turn into asian nerd coke bottles.  holler at those red frames if you knew 6th grade me.

i love my boyfriend.  probably a little too much. from the moment we met it’s been kinda like that.. sly punk had a gf at the time. super tried to front like i never asked (rolling my eyes). peace out you lying little fucker. then reappeared on a random tuesday and its been a bumpy road ever since. but that’s what we’re workin with! i watch him like a hawk even though he probably doesnt need to be. we definitely get stuck in our own little world too often.  his name is michael, many people call him virus. i find this amusing because he has this street persona that is so opposite from his actual personality.  he’s super quiet, super sweet, and really sensitive. (on blast!!!)  don’t get me wrong, he’s a typical dude: sports watching, not listening, wrong thing saying type-a fella- but honestly this virus business is like Wow, wtf? in his trade, yes, he deserves that; but everyday, in regular life?? reedickulous. sometimes i feel like as folks call him Virus-he is perceived as this ‘Virus’ character and not this dude Michael. which is this wierd 2-way mirror- thinking like he’s ‘oh probably too cool guy’ when he’s actually.. super regular guy. at the same time his attitude certainly doesn’t help; i call him a music snob allllll the time.  Mr. Where Do I Go To Bypass This Line (baby, there’s 2 people in this …’line’. just wait).  Mr. Yea I’ve Heard That Track/The Track That Wassss Hot, Like, 7 Months Ago. The Bonafide Hater. SMH with a sly lil knowing smile, alllll day. of course he’ll always have this huffed up personality when it comes to music and djing. that’s his thing and he owns a part of it. and you can’t blame it when he lives in the silly, dusty borderland where his character name and his God given name meet. it really is a silly place.. kinda like some dusty reno with 1 building that has this buzzy neon light for the world’s best coffee and but it says world’s best dj (wow that pun wasn’t even intentional).  i love you mikey but you ain’t savin the world.  you save my friday nites, though. <3

i love to run.  its the only moment in time when im doing something and not listening or thinking about anything else. except

when i paint. i love sitting in my studio and just buggin the fuck out. or chill in my room, sit on the bed, stare at the walls.  idea bomb and im walking to the studio.  you’ve probably seen me walking much like im in space because i’ve got this idea bomb exploding in my head that i am obsessed with. if you could slice my skull open and see my brain, it’d be this extreme idea machine that has all sorts of cogs and whistles and pulls and levers that don’t work so well but work just fine. kinda like a cool machine but its got all this crazy duct tape patching it up and bubble gum at the seams to actually make it work. i love to paint. i mightily lose my sense of time when painting. i paint all sorts of things… i haven’t applied a laser like focus on my style just yet.  i paint people, i paint places, i paint things.. i paint moments i paint ideas…i do know that i like to paint for people. shephard fairey once said, no one important paints something just to match the couch.  well shit, i do. not to say that im important but its what i do. to many, art is just this untouchable thing.. many are afraid to say what they like for fear of it not being ‘fine’ art or ‘cool’ art…but everyone does know what they like.  if theyre lucky enough to live, think, sleep or breathe within any particular 4 walls; i want to be there to help you out. i want to paint what people want to see- whether to match their home, their mood; to capture that single moment that the hold close to their heart; or to immortalize that picture into something more than a digital photo. the saying goes: a cluttered home is a cluttered mind. i want to encapsulate the opposite.  to take an idea, a notion that means so much to you.. or to take that something- by getting to know you, your space, and the ways you tick- that something that is you and translate it into something you can see… to kick start your days, each and everyday. i want to take that something understand it, recreate it, frame it…so you can go out there in the world (or stay right at home) and do what it is you seek to do. to do it right and to do it now. images and colors and movement and words mean so many things to so many people …that’s where i want to live- riiiiight in between all those ideas.  everyone deserves art in their life.  someday i’ll figure out how to get this rickety airplane of an idea off the ground.  til then, im working for my boss and learning the tools of the small business trade.

wow, that was a lot of babbling.  you totally read it!  thanks . BIG GRIN =D

i’ll see ya when i see ya. ————————————PEACE OUT!

hiiiiiiii

hello to the 2 or 3 of you who will read this text.  this may or may not be a point of interest for you: haven’t been blogging lately because 1.) i don’t do shit, and 2.) if i actually do shit i’m way too tired to go and blog about it.  i’m queer enough to be on twitter so you can find me there pretty easily.

been just chillin at the pad, randomly trying to find the magic equation to tastefully store all my kicks, sandals, scarves, denim, cardigans and all my other bullshit in less than 1000 sq. ft, as well as furnish the joint with cheap findings on the local craigslist.  there sure are a lot of wack looking computer carts for sale at all times…

also been at the studio as much as i can because i’ve got a nice little project to handle.  gave myself 6-8 weeks.. now im at the 5 week point and had to seriously re-evaluate when & how i’m going to kill this thing.  i’ll check back with myself in a couple weekends to either do some plane ticket congratulating or some serious self-loathing.

i’ve found: it’s hard to get work done at the studio cause sometimes i get bored and lonely when i’m supposed to be painting.. then again if people visited like i wished i’d prob end up distracted.  the only difference would be 1 beer or 6 beers per painting session.  i’ve found that either produces pretty damn good results, i just fall asleep immediately after the latter.  ehhh who knows.  i should stfu and get more work done already… !!!! 4th & Market.  save me, make sure i ate something.  beware of the 2 killer dogs.  thanks, bye

100 new (&old) people to jock

em & zee

halo!

dis is a-MITCHY and-a dis is a-ZION. they’re quite the pair. matching fur even! seee??

i pretty much come home from work and hang out with these guys. its usually a stress relief contest between tickle fights or going for an hour long run. as much as i love the feeling of running, choosing whichever pathways downtown- ballpark, gaslamp, whatever- then running up and down the convention center stairs, and finally ending with some laughs to myself at all these hardcores doing superfast crunches on the ground……..   i more often choose tickle fights. tickle fights and the Rawwwr!! game.