Thursday
today has been a pathetic day
work was fine. it usually is.
home kind of sucks. i don't know how obvious this is, but it usually does. my roommate moved out, and the other two roommates touted some high standards for who they wanted to move in but none of those people worked out so it was left to me to troll craigslist to try and find someone relatively sane. i came up with the perfect gentleman, a young man from shreveport, louisiana with the most darling accent you ever heard and a manner like a cool glass of lemonade in the summer. also a large collection of southern hip-hop and a wide-eyed wonder for the amusements of portland. i immediately grew attached to him, cleaned the house for his visit, and agitated for his primacy as a candidate. as soon as things looked like they were going to go my way, a faraway (sacramento) roommate came down from on high to say that his girlfriend, or maybe a former roommate of hers, was maybe going to take the room, so he would handle this month's rent and we would figure it out. i don't dislike his girlfriend, or her former roommate. when i had been clutching at straws two days ago i would have been ecstatic to hear they wanted to move in. but now that i've found my own person, a good person and a potential friend, i'm overwrought and being pretty melodramatic about it. part of it is that i like him, and if i have to turn him away we'll never be friends. the other part is that i have been feeling pretty pathetic lately, what with my almost complete inability to connect with any of the friends i had considered "real" (besides the inimitable jordan pierce, who i consistently fall short of believing has actually conceded to being my friend). the opportunity to make a real friend, not just one that i go to a movie with because i know her and she is a girl, made me really excited. but, aside from my temporary delusion that i should just tell him to move in anyway and no one will be mad, that opportunity is pretty much gone. it's pretty pathetic that i can feel so terrible over the failure of a friendship that hadn't even happened yet.
also, i had a flat tire and when i brought it in they said i needed new tires. that sucked.
home kind of sucks. i don't know how obvious this is, but it usually does. my roommate moved out, and the other two roommates touted some high standards for who they wanted to move in but none of those people worked out so it was left to me to troll craigslist to try and find someone relatively sane. i came up with the perfect gentleman, a young man from shreveport, louisiana with the most darling accent you ever heard and a manner like a cool glass of lemonade in the summer. also a large collection of southern hip-hop and a wide-eyed wonder for the amusements of portland. i immediately grew attached to him, cleaned the house for his visit, and agitated for his primacy as a candidate. as soon as things looked like they were going to go my way, a faraway (sacramento) roommate came down from on high to say that his girlfriend, or maybe a former roommate of hers, was maybe going to take the room, so he would handle this month's rent and we would figure it out. i don't dislike his girlfriend, or her former roommate. when i had been clutching at straws two days ago i would have been ecstatic to hear they wanted to move in. but now that i've found my own person, a good person and a potential friend, i'm overwrought and being pretty melodramatic about it. part of it is that i like him, and if i have to turn him away we'll never be friends. the other part is that i have been feeling pretty pathetic lately, what with my almost complete inability to connect with any of the friends i had considered "real" (besides the inimitable jordan pierce, who i consistently fall short of believing has actually conceded to being my friend). the opportunity to make a real friend, not just one that i go to a movie with because i know her and she is a girl, made me really excited. but, aside from my temporary delusion that i should just tell him to move in anyway and no one will be mad, that opportunity is pretty much gone. it's pretty pathetic that i can feel so terrible over the failure of a friendship that hadn't even happened yet.
also, i had a flat tire and when i brought it in they said i needed new tires. that sucked.
Tuesday
they're still all good stories
there's this idea floating around, that new wives or new mothers are prone to crazy, lonely adventures, like ceasing to sleep entirely and using this time to read anna karenina over and over again or packing the kid and a flask of gin in the car and driving as far as she can by noon and telling the kid they're going to the zoo. i used to think that is was an idea that male authors had about women that they thought stayed home all day with nothing to do or who they suspected were suffering from postpartem depression, but i'm starting to think it's kind of real. i always thought that if i married rich, i would stay home with the baby and take fistfuls of antidepressants and spend a lot of time telling the baby that it's ok that i haven't put pants on yet, and then when the father came home i would say "oh, we went to the park." real stay-at-home moms take care of kids all day and do chores and really take them to the zoo. at least, on law & order they're always well put together and pushing a stroller at the park. but i'm not even close to being married, or having too much time on my hands, and i'm still starting to get weird ideas, like shoplifting or picking people up from the bus stop and taking them to their houses or going to the zoo by myself during a storm. i'm also becoming sort of a hypochondriac. sometimes it's just a fake cold or a stomachache. this week it's the beginning symptoms of scurvy, so i bought myself eight bottles of orange juice and dared myself to drink them all tonight. it doesn't have anything to do with jake, i don't think. i don't want to cheat on him at all. just all of a sudden these ideas come into my head and i really want to do them. maybe i'm going insane.
Monday
new year's eve
this year, i spent it at home losing really, really badly at monopoly and being kind of a brat about it. it wasn't the killer party, but it was pretty fun and i had a good time. it was pretty much exactly what i wanted, except partway through i realized that i also wanted a bunch of my friends to call me and tell me what their wacky schemes for fun were and ask me to join them, invitations i would politely, although not self-righteously, decline. i just really did not feel like doing the same thing i do every year, which is drink a bunch of champagne and see what amber young is doing and maybe get some donuts, which is all fine but slightly disappointing when you've spent days trying to come up with some kind of grand plan that will make everyone as happy and excited as possible. i didn't want to do or be subject to any of these grand plans or the inevitable disappointment this year. i didn't want to do or be subject to any of the hooting and hollering that goes on when two girls kiss at midnight, or someone throws up their burger downtown after the fireworks. i just didn't feel like it this year, so i stayed home, and none of my friends called. some friends who were in different time zones texted me some pretty funny versions of "happy new year" two to three hours early, but that was it. i don't know, maybe i told everyone i was staying home and not to bug me and then completely forgot about it; maybe everyone else had the same idea. either way, this year i was left out of everyone's plans. this sort of suits me just fine, but it makes me kind of worried that i severed a bunch of ties and will never see these people again. when i first went to college, i was terrified that this would happen - that all the friends i had made would forget about me, or that none of us would ever talk to each other again. obviously, that didn't happen, but it does sort of feel like we all started to not care about each other that much. i mean, can i really call someone my best friend if i only see them twice a year? of course i care about these people, but i sort of feel like we've all started to be less inclined to do favors for each other, or less inclined to call each other if the other one didn't call first. then again, every time i hang out with them, i have a terrific time, way more fun than with most other people, and it's really comforting to be around people who have known me for so long. maybe everyone was just busy and we are all still awesome.
Friday
lorenzo the flying frenchman
omg. i wish i was going to grad school for this, or this was me or someone i was married to. except i'm pretty sure "lorenzo" is not a french name.
Wednesday
greens
that is the restaurant where we went to dinner tonight to belatedly celebrate my birthday. it was incredible, as usual, but i really wish i could stop going so that each meal there would be like a shining gem in my memory instead of one of dozens of dusty gems in a chest that's lying around. but how do you stop yourself from experiencing maybe the most delicious thing ever, especially when you've been eating snack food for what feels like years because even the microwave is disgusting? you don't. period.
on the ride home, i saw a guy carrying his groceries in his arms on the sidewalk. probably lives like a block from a grocery store. pretty normal. the thought that went through my head was, "how quaint." i think i believed that we had come so far since the days of carrying groceries that we had invented something so no one ever had to carry their groceries, especially if they lived a little bit of a walk from the grocery store. ostensibly, i could have been thinking "shopping cart" or "car," but i think my real thought was something more like "grocery transporter." i have no idea where this came from. maybe encouraging myself to think like a small child again is an experiment gone wrong; maybe delicious food is doing something to my brain.
on the ride home, i saw a guy carrying his groceries in his arms on the sidewalk. probably lives like a block from a grocery store. pretty normal. the thought that went through my head was, "how quaint." i think i believed that we had come so far since the days of carrying groceries that we had invented something so no one ever had to carry their groceries, especially if they lived a little bit of a walk from the grocery store. ostensibly, i could have been thinking "shopping cart" or "car," but i think my real thought was something more like "grocery transporter." i have no idea where this came from. maybe encouraging myself to think like a small child again is an experiment gone wrong; maybe delicious food is doing something to my brain.
Saturday
can't stop posting. i'm in the airport, on the internet! it's so novel and i can hold it over my fellow passengers!
nsync is so full of mistakes.
the girls in the video. the horribly generic lyrics matched with generic video clips but oddly mismatched couples. everyone's hair. EVERYONE's. i know the dreads and the curly blonde stand out, but if you look closely, they are ALL mistakes.
the girls in the video. the horribly generic lyrics matched with generic video clips but oddly mismatched couples. everyone's hair. EVERYONE's. i know the dreads and the curly blonde stand out, but if you look closely, they are ALL mistakes.
pdx schmdx
i am at the airport right now. the portland airport has its own wireless network, which makes it totally worth having to take your computer out of your bag at security. especially when your flight is delayed two and a half hours. a one and a half hour flight, delayed two hours. silly. and actually, security was a breeze. there is no one at the airport right now. when i dropped jake off yesterday morning, it was a zoo; we stood in line for 45 minutes while two attendants helped the line of people who actually needed to talk to someone because they were old or going to denver, and like eight attendants were helping people who were in the self check-in line. silly. i wanted to scream. but there's no one here today - checking in took about eight minutes. i got here really really ridiculously early because i thought i was going to have to stand in line for hours (i never stood in line at all) and i was sure i would forget that i had lotion or a drink and get in trouble ( i didn't), and now i'm just bored. i've eaten a burrito, an oreo fixnmix from wendy's which was pitifully far from an oreo milkshake, and a bigkat kitkat and my original boarding time hasn't even rolled around yet. any time i have kitkats, i could just eat them forever, but the second i take a bite of a bigkat i'm already satisfied. i threw away the entire second half.
awesome. orbitz just called again to tell me my flight was delayed a little bit more, and then during that call i got a call waiting, also from orbitz, telling me my flight was delayed even more than that. i wonder if orbitz gum is by the same people as the ticket people. i think their marketing campaigns are pretty similar.
on the train on the way to the airport, there was this woman talking on the phone. usually i get pretty annoyed at people talking on the phone in public places - not that they're being intentionally rude, just that they're apparently dumb or self-absorbed enough not to be able to read social signals that tell them that it's inappropriate. you know, people rolling their eyes when they laugh like a horse or sometimes just straight up glaring at them (this is my style, especially if they are using swears). i mean, i am not an extra perceptive person, but i can tell that when i'm on the phone on the bus or in an elevator, people are annoyed and don't want to hear whatever i'm talking about, even though it's usually delightful. it's like reverse privacy - people on phones don't care what other people know about their lives, but other people don't want to know even a single thing. anyway, if i can tell that it's not an appropriate thing to do, most other people should too. i think the majority of people know this by now, so when someone does do it, especially in a horsey voice, it's especially irritating.
as should be obvious by now, this woman had a horsey voice. i didn't really get irritated, though, because her end of the conversation was so transparent and pretty pathetic. she was obviously talking to a family member, and trying to impress upon them how many people cared for her and how many different households she was invited to for christmas and not to worry about her spending christmas alone. all well and good, although she also told the person that she was walking to her car, which she obviously was not because she was on the train right across from me. it made me feel pretty sad, and really lucky that i'm going home for christmas to people i care about and haven't seen in a while and we're all going to have a terrific time together.
i know my work friend/boss reads this blog, but hopefully i'll post a bunch after this and it will be so far down that she'll miss it. this christmas, she decided not to let her husband by her something pretty expensive that she really wanted. instead, she spent money on buying presents for children whose families couldn't afford to. then, on christmas day, she wants to go to mcdonald's and buy a bunch of breakfasts and hand them out to the homeless. her selflessness just shames me. sometimes we talk about people who are so awesome that we are simultaneously ecstatic to have them as friends and hate them for being way more awesome than us. when we talk about these people, i almost can't believe that she would be jealous of a friend of hers for being more awesome than her. look at the stuff she's doing for other people this christmas! also, her apartment is totally awesome! i'm really glad that my cat is spending the holidays there. maybe he will learn a little something about selflessness.
awesome. orbitz just called again to tell me my flight was delayed a little bit more, and then during that call i got a call waiting, also from orbitz, telling me my flight was delayed even more than that. i wonder if orbitz gum is by the same people as the ticket people. i think their marketing campaigns are pretty similar.
on the train on the way to the airport, there was this woman talking on the phone. usually i get pretty annoyed at people talking on the phone in public places - not that they're being intentionally rude, just that they're apparently dumb or self-absorbed enough not to be able to read social signals that tell them that it's inappropriate. you know, people rolling their eyes when they laugh like a horse or sometimes just straight up glaring at them (this is my style, especially if they are using swears). i mean, i am not an extra perceptive person, but i can tell that when i'm on the phone on the bus or in an elevator, people are annoyed and don't want to hear whatever i'm talking about, even though it's usually delightful. it's like reverse privacy - people on phones don't care what other people know about their lives, but other people don't want to know even a single thing. anyway, if i can tell that it's not an appropriate thing to do, most other people should too. i think the majority of people know this by now, so when someone does do it, especially in a horsey voice, it's especially irritating.
as should be obvious by now, this woman had a horsey voice. i didn't really get irritated, though, because her end of the conversation was so transparent and pretty pathetic. she was obviously talking to a family member, and trying to impress upon them how many people cared for her and how many different households she was invited to for christmas and not to worry about her spending christmas alone. all well and good, although she also told the person that she was walking to her car, which she obviously was not because she was on the train right across from me. it made me feel pretty sad, and really lucky that i'm going home for christmas to people i care about and haven't seen in a while and we're all going to have a terrific time together.
i know my work friend/boss reads this blog, but hopefully i'll post a bunch after this and it will be so far down that she'll miss it. this christmas, she decided not to let her husband by her something pretty expensive that she really wanted. instead, she spent money on buying presents for children whose families couldn't afford to. then, on christmas day, she wants to go to mcdonald's and buy a bunch of breakfasts and hand them out to the homeless. her selflessness just shames me. sometimes we talk about people who are so awesome that we are simultaneously ecstatic to have them as friends and hate them for being way more awesome than us. when we talk about these people, i almost can't believe that she would be jealous of a friend of hers for being more awesome than her. look at the stuff she's doing for other people this christmas! also, her apartment is totally awesome! i'm really glad that my cat is spending the holidays there. maybe he will learn a little something about selflessness.
Wednesday
caffeine puts me in an awesome mood
i am SO excited about christmas. all my shopping/crafting is done, my cat's things are all packed for his vacation at a friend's house where i hope he will be thoroughly enjoyed or at least laughed at a lot, and i am going home on saturday. the only thing left to do is wrap presents, which i am really really good at. i can't wait to see my mom, eat her food, hang out with old friends, see my horse, and watch law & order. she even said we could watch a muppet christmas carol. and also we're going to greens, pretty much the best vegetarian restaurant in the bay area. it's funny, when i was a kid we would always go to mel's drive-in for my birthday, and that was the best treat ever. now it's this upscale joint with tiny if incredibly delicious portions. i guess even if i don't act like it, i am a little bit of a grown-up.
Monday
well i win
i was right.
it was just some british kids making fun of american teenagers. hey, i make fun of them too. it's cool.
it was just some british kids making fun of american teenagers. hey, i make fun of them too. it's cool.
why i eyes ya
this is pretty funny.
this is terrible, but also funny.
and then there's this.
is this even for real? ten bucks says it's another lonelygirl15, but either way, it is hilarious. jake seems to think that it's stupid enough to be real, but i'm optimistic enough to think that even teenagers aren't this dumb.
this is terrible, but also funny.
and then there's this.
is this even for real? ten bucks says it's another lonelygirl15, but either way, it is hilarious. jake seems to think that it's stupid enough to be real, but i'm optimistic enough to think that even teenagers aren't this dumb.
Sunday
we all want to change the world
so sometimes i tend to overrepresent my circumstances. maybe not overrepresent, really, but guild a little bit so that people don't feel sorry for me, or like they need to do something to fix what's going on because i don't like people meddling with my life and whatever mess i'm in, i got myself into so it's really no one else's responsibility. if i was ever in trouble - like arrested, or things being reposessed trouble (somehow when i picture my future, i always assume that i am going to make some horrible mistake, or some horrible mistake is going to be made and somehow related to me, and i will end up in jail. i don't think i've ever done a single thing wrong that has merited jailtime, and i'm pretty sure i never would - not because i'm afraid of jail, although i am, but because that involves hurting another person pretty badly and as a basically good person i spend most of my time trying not to do exactly that) - i know that there are at least half a dozen people who would help me and still love me, even after giving me a stern talking-to. thankfully, never in my life have i been in that kind of trouble. while i am not awesome with money, i'm getting better and i've never actually had enough money to buy anything big enough to put me in debt far enough to have anything reposessed. also, i don't think anything i own is worth enough to erase that kind of debt anyway.
one way in which i've misrepresented my circumstances lately is my living situation. i live with four boys, which superficially is awesome. there are no passive-aggressive notes anywhere, ever, there's no kind of time limit on how long dishes can be in the sink, and the washer and dryer are always free. always. i'm never asked to turn anything down, clean anything up, or change in any way. i also like all of them, every single one, and i like hanging out with them. they are all good people and hilarious in their own ways, which is important. i never have to put up with friends of theirs i don't like, listen to music of theirs that makes me want to beat them up, or question their motivations for donning ridiculous clothing because they all have different but pretty good tastes in all of those categories.
those are the things that i tell people about when they ask how it's going, where i'm living and what it's like. the things i deal with daily, though, are forcing me to secretly hate the people that i live with and spend all of my time up in my room alternately pouting and being furious. the kitchen is an absolute atrocity. i used to eat frozen food almost exclusively because it was impossible to cook, but now, with the sink and the dish situation what it is, i pretty much just eat snack food. i'm dying to go home and eat a real meal. i feel sick almost all the time, but the thought of clearing myself a place big enough to fix something real just makes me lose my appetite. the living room and den are extensions of both the kitchen and my roommates' closets. discarded clothes, overdue library books, bike parts and sewing materials are littered across whatever areas pizza boxes and leftover chinese food don't have covered. i don't even want to discuss the bathroom. it's not just the mess, either - if it was just the mess, i would probably clean it up myself every couple weeks and then be disheartened when it looked exactly the same way two days later and fancy myself a bit of a cinderella. it's also the complete disrespect for any kind of schedule, boundary, or basic need. the minute my head hits the pillow, either the revived-from-the-80's song of the minute is blasting from my roommate's stereo, there is a major session accompanied by 60's pyschedelic garage across the hall, or band practice is starting up. there is always someone jumping up and down the stairs, practicing guitar, or talking loudly on their phone somewhere in the house pretty much anytime i want to be sleeping, which is more and more often now that i don't interact with my roommates pretty much at all. if you lend anything, don't bother trying to get it back, at least not in the condition it was in when you owned it. if you're lucky, you'll find it downstairs either scratched to hell or taken apart. don't even think about buying any food that is mildly delicious or comes in attractive packaging - it will be gone. this is my biggest problem with living here, and i have told them all several times that this can't continue. they inhabit this shithole on their parents' dimes; they can go on a gourmet shopping spree anytime they want. they all eat out with some regularity and keep at least $40 worth of food on their shelves at pretty much all times. i have a job and pay for my food with my hard-earned money, and they steal it right out of my mouth. every time i go down to the kitchen, something else is gone. i have thought about keeping my food in my room, but there's no space for it - i have thought about getting some kind of foot locker for it, but every time i think about that it just makes me furious. i pay rent to live here, why should i need to take measures to protect myself from theft in my own home?! it's so disrespectful it disgusts me. i can hardly think about anything except how much i hate it here. i would move out in a second, but i love living with jake and don't want to stick him with my half of the rent, and also the rent is way cheaper than it would be anywhere else living on my own. so i've come to a crossroads - do i boobytrap my food withy laxatives and ipecac, duct tape abandoned items to the couch, and label messes with the offenders' names, since frank discussions about my dissatisfaction have gotten me nowhere, or do i take a stand? what should that stand involve? maybe some kind of negotiation, where i let them have the living room and the bathroom if the kitchen situation changes and the stealing stops. but no human being should have to live this way, why should i settle for a half-assed attempt at revolution? my instinct tells me that a roundtable will have the same effects as the sincere anger i have expressed so far - absolutely none. guerilla tactics it is.
one way in which i've misrepresented my circumstances lately is my living situation. i live with four boys, which superficially is awesome. there are no passive-aggressive notes anywhere, ever, there's no kind of time limit on how long dishes can be in the sink, and the washer and dryer are always free. always. i'm never asked to turn anything down, clean anything up, or change in any way. i also like all of them, every single one, and i like hanging out with them. they are all good people and hilarious in their own ways, which is important. i never have to put up with friends of theirs i don't like, listen to music of theirs that makes me want to beat them up, or question their motivations for donning ridiculous clothing because they all have different but pretty good tastes in all of those categories.
those are the things that i tell people about when they ask how it's going, where i'm living and what it's like. the things i deal with daily, though, are forcing me to secretly hate the people that i live with and spend all of my time up in my room alternately pouting and being furious. the kitchen is an absolute atrocity. i used to eat frozen food almost exclusively because it was impossible to cook, but now, with the sink and the dish situation what it is, i pretty much just eat snack food. i'm dying to go home and eat a real meal. i feel sick almost all the time, but the thought of clearing myself a place big enough to fix something real just makes me lose my appetite. the living room and den are extensions of both the kitchen and my roommates' closets. discarded clothes, overdue library books, bike parts and sewing materials are littered across whatever areas pizza boxes and leftover chinese food don't have covered. i don't even want to discuss the bathroom. it's not just the mess, either - if it was just the mess, i would probably clean it up myself every couple weeks and then be disheartened when it looked exactly the same way two days later and fancy myself a bit of a cinderella. it's also the complete disrespect for any kind of schedule, boundary, or basic need. the minute my head hits the pillow, either the revived-from-the-80's song of the minute is blasting from my roommate's stereo, there is a major session accompanied by 60's pyschedelic garage across the hall, or band practice is starting up. there is always someone jumping up and down the stairs, practicing guitar, or talking loudly on their phone somewhere in the house pretty much anytime i want to be sleeping, which is more and more often now that i don't interact with my roommates pretty much at all. if you lend anything, don't bother trying to get it back, at least not in the condition it was in when you owned it. if you're lucky, you'll find it downstairs either scratched to hell or taken apart. don't even think about buying any food that is mildly delicious or comes in attractive packaging - it will be gone. this is my biggest problem with living here, and i have told them all several times that this can't continue. they inhabit this shithole on their parents' dimes; they can go on a gourmet shopping spree anytime they want. they all eat out with some regularity and keep at least $40 worth of food on their shelves at pretty much all times. i have a job and pay for my food with my hard-earned money, and they steal it right out of my mouth. every time i go down to the kitchen, something else is gone. i have thought about keeping my food in my room, but there's no space for it - i have thought about getting some kind of foot locker for it, but every time i think about that it just makes me furious. i pay rent to live here, why should i need to take measures to protect myself from theft in my own home?! it's so disrespectful it disgusts me. i can hardly think about anything except how much i hate it here. i would move out in a second, but i love living with jake and don't want to stick him with my half of the rent, and also the rent is way cheaper than it would be anywhere else living on my own. so i've come to a crossroads - do i boobytrap my food withy laxatives and ipecac, duct tape abandoned items to the couch, and label messes with the offenders' names, since frank discussions about my dissatisfaction have gotten me nowhere, or do i take a stand? what should that stand involve? maybe some kind of negotiation, where i let them have the living room and the bathroom if the kitchen situation changes and the stealing stops. but no human being should have to live this way, why should i settle for a half-assed attempt at revolution? my instinct tells me that a roundtable will have the same effects as the sincere anger i have expressed so far - absolutely none. guerilla tactics it is.
Thursday
thank you for pointing that out
so yes, i do recognize the fact that being entirely content - no, more than entirely content, totally ecstatic - to learn about star wars and read comic books for my birthday makes me a complete geek. i knew that already and if you didn't, well, surprise! i have tried in other years to get together with a dozen plus friends and have them all buy me drinks, but that never really turns out being as much fun as you think it's going to be. mostly, all my friends just don't have things to say to each other, and then i vacillate between trying to draw them together by talking to them all at once and trying to make them feel special individually by withdrawing with them and asking them about their lives. it never really works and it's not that fun and honestly i don't really drink that much anyway. these days i prefer a small adventure with one, maybe two friends (they have to know each other beforehand) or a warm evening in. on one hand, this makes me feel extremely old; i still know a lot of people who just want to go out on the weekends and spend $40 at a bar or get dolled up and go to a party. i'm not that kind of people anymore, really; the big party always turns out to be a disappointment and i usually want to smack the majority of people at the bar. on the other hand, i don't really want to meet anyone, i already have most of the friends that i need, and what kind of friend do you meet at a bar anyway? so, i did not want to "go out! whooo!" for my birthday this year, and honestly, it was the best birthday i've had in a really long time.
if you think i'm putting how old i am on the internet you have another thing coming
yesterday was my birthday. i had a great day. i slept in and had a delicious cup of coffee and read the paper. then, jake took me to the star wars exhibit at the oregon museum of science and industry. it was AWESOME. the website said plan on it taking about an hour to get through; i think i was there for about two and a half. i watched all the videos, touched everything you were allowed to touch, and took pictures of jake next to the most awesome stuff like darth vader, the robots and the wookie costumes. darth vader's costume was HUGE. it was the first thing i saw when i walked into the exhibit and my jaw just dropped at how ENORMOUS it was. that was pretty satisfying, because what if i had gotten there and it was my size? not intimidating. the best interviews were with the sound guy, who said he used bear noises for chewbacca, and anthony daniels, who played c3po and was way, way into it even though putting on the costume was obviously like relegating yourself to being in a tin can for hours. then we went to burgerville and i had a chocolate peppermint milkshake. it is just not my birthday without a milkshake.
then i went to tutor. the family i was tutoring for found out on monday that 1. i love comic books and 2. wednesday was going to be my birthday. when i came in yesterday, there was a bag of home-baked delicious goodies and a pretty heavy present waiting for me. i was awed by how thoughtful they were, and then i opened the present - the new "Absolute Sandman", a hardcover set of the first 18 issues of neil gaiman's celebrated comic. unbelievable. not only expensive, but obviously carefully researched and purchased.
also i got two messages from jordan pierce while i was at the museum, both of them parts of a song he had written, composed and scored for me for my birthday. best day ever.
then i went to tutor. the family i was tutoring for found out on monday that 1. i love comic books and 2. wednesday was going to be my birthday. when i came in yesterday, there was a bag of home-baked delicious goodies and a pretty heavy present waiting for me. i was awed by how thoughtful they were, and then i opened the present - the new "Absolute Sandman", a hardcover set of the first 18 issues of neil gaiman's celebrated comic. unbelievable. not only expensive, but obviously carefully researched and purchased.
also i got two messages from jordan pierce while i was at the museum, both of them parts of a song he had written, composed and scored for me for my birthday. best day ever.
Wednesday
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