I decided to start a new blog, so here it is. The question of why I wanted a new blog is still somewhat of a mystery, though. Maybe I got tired of that old, tired name. Gijinka. Ew. Say it. Gijinka. Maybe I wanted to be like todaysrandomluckywinner. You know: start a new blog and suddenly reap the fruits of absolute awesomeness, attract a ton of fans who cling to your every daily word, totter on a tightrope hovering over celebrity status. Yeah, that's what I wanted!

But seeing as I don't have that Lucky Winner material, I'm content to settle for the funky new blog name.

As of lately I seem to have developed an odd attraction to the BART stations. No matter where I go, by whatever means, I always end up at an effing BART station. Either that or the plaza off of Mission where I tend to eat at. I ended up going there at 9 PM out of nowhere. Yesterday I took a nap at City Hall. You'd think I'd go home eventually, but I don't wanna 'cause the phones don't work and it's lonely up there in the hills.

In other news, I think I've fallen in love. (I also think I've said that before, only to realize three months later that my "love" was a confused and ravenous fight against lust. Woo boy.) Good thing I'm not in love with a boy. Hallelujah. But it's not a girl, either, and not a transexual. (By the way, I'm starting to wonder if I'm asexual, excluding a brief lapse of time between the full moon in my period, at which point I become wildly straight.) I am in fact in love with spoken word poetry.

It's so mysterious and underground and somehow flagrantly sexy. Go to a poetry slam. The energy will grab at your limbs and lift your chin so you can't ignore the speaker. (And that energy makes even the lamest nobody on a stage look irresistable!) The winner of the Youth Speaks Poetry Slam finals? George Watsky. Plain as hell, isn't he? Wrote a poem about being a virgin and proud of it. STANDING EFFING OVATION. (EDIT: Google is frightening me. It actually found a picture of Mista Watsky. I'm scared.)

Spoken word poets pour their hearts out on that stage. I'm in love with the fact that these people have such a passion for what they do, it's really pretty cool to watch. Even the most soft-spoken person can speak and shake people's hearts, if their own hearts are really in it. As I said, I'm in love with what they do.

So what'll I do about it? I dunno. Ask me tomorrow.


(This guy's cool too.)