i've spent almost all week at home. i found out yesterday it was mostly because i was pms'ing but i think i also needed some alone-time. it's been a long time since i've had it and if i put off too long i feel the need to binge on it. which explains why i've been such the hermit.
i've used the time to watch some tv and movies. i've also found myself addicted to new video game. one that i have to take time-outs from otherwise i'll go at it for hours. i'm catching up on sleep, nursing my pms and now cramps. cleaning the house. tackling my room - that's today's project. sometimes i read for a few hours. i've blown through so many books this summer! it's been really nice. i feel cheesy mentioning my cats but they've been happy to have me around. jamie said they were getting needy and she's noticed they're happier with me around. only because they enjoy watching me change shirts and de-fur myself every few hours because they shed all over me. blech.
i did go out one night. jet called and i met her for drinks at the alleyway friday night. there was a bunch of people there. it's been a long time since i've been around queermo's, gender variants and the NoPo types...it was different but good. i had fun. it took me awhile to warm up because my blood sugar was so low i was shaking and starting to get woosey. i inhaled a chicken sandwich just in time to not get totally wasted off my first beer.
as the drinks kicked in jet started telling old kelly and mandi (jet) stories. the stories included: the marathon PC game nights at my flat and taking liquid acid and going out dancing to i believe, the stud. i don't really remember much from that night. lol. same acid night, we're back at my flat trying to sleep and both waking up to a skittles commercial that's asking one of mandi's questions "what would chairs look like if our knees bent backwards." the i'm-too-shy-to-dance-with girls-i-think-are-cute so mandi introduces us and i ALWAYS get stuck dancing to the longest new order song ever. then the knowing bartenders in SF and getting totally and completely wasted at the clubs, for free! weston feeding mandi 'e' when she was asleep. mandi throwing up out of the cab window and me telling the cab driver to keep going because she's okay and nothing got on his cab. next morning i call her work and tell them she's too sick to go to work and how rad she thought that was. how much she loves my bed. living across the street from each other...good times. we were crazy fun in our early 20s.
with the nostalgia of dancing, jet and i heard about 90s night at the holocene [this past friday] and of course wanted to go. we made our way down there around 10ish. i totally forgot about chk chk chk but jess told me they sold out and if i wanted to go it would be a no-go. heard the show was really good though. as i'm pulling out my id for the holocene door dude i realize i'm an idiot and left my debit card at the other place. i hate leaving an open tab. i always forget my card! i'll blame it on the low blood sugar. we walked into the holocene and it was dead so i drove us back to the alleyway, grabbed my card and back we go to the SE. i'm glad i have a car. the holocene was fun. the better music didn't start until after 11:30 but we were dancing anyway. we took some photo booth pictures, had some shots bought for us, did some dancing, i was intimidated and shy by a cute girl (big surprise) and got "how come you always know so many gay boys?" from jet. i dunno, because they're not intimidating? it was lots of fun.
the next morning i didn't wake up with too much of a hangover. yeah!
last night i spent some time with alex and the paco taco. i love that little baby. it's weird though. i never thought i would ever be all about a baby. i think it's only because it's alex and tim's baby. i'm excited to see him grow up. or at least be able to hold his big head up without it flopping around. alright, here i go procrastinating again. i need to do laundry and clean my room. bleh.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
MVC and noshing
despite the last-minuteness of our camping trip it was amazing. it was the kind of weekend i needed.
thursday we decide on a campsite and i discover it's the only place i've camped in the northwest which is good because i had a great experience the first time. i was excited we were camping there even if it was almost 3 hours away. thursday night i head over to the bar with jess to wait for rachel and wendy to roll into town from bellingham. we easily convince them to go camping with us and we work out the logistics ... and have a couple drinks. i don't get to bed until 3am and i'm planning on waking up at 6am?! that was fun. i was so excited that i didn't mind. picked up jess, we got some breakfast and coffee and i taught her the word "nosh." which became the word of the weekend.
we were headed for the base of mount rainier in washington, to the Ohanapecosh campgrounds.we had a super fun drive up there being goofy. so much fun we missed the exit for the 12 and i had to turn around and drive another half hour to the exit we passed. i think we had to drive an extra 30 miles. woops. so funny. no worries though, we arrived at the site around 11ish. we drove around the campgrounds, getting worried because all of the sites had reserved signs on them. luckily, found two walk-in's available. so we parked and i left to pay for them. we hauled up all the stuff from my car and set up camp. which included hanging up her hammock. jess is a knot queen. after the camp was done we went to the store for groceries and wood.
in town after groceries we were starving so we stopped to eat at a bar-type place; sharing a cheese burger and fries. we were a little creeped-out with the single frenzied waitress who we think was the only one working there. then there were the other customers all talking in low voices, the door constantly beeeeeeeeping and the chicken cooking on tv. okay, the chicken wasn't creepy but it was odd there were chickens in some form or another on 2 of the 3 tv sets. behind the bar the beer was stored in fridge-things that you would see in a mini mart. that was a little strange. convenient, but strange. there was also the obligatory mounted deer head and a twisted saw-thing on the ceiling. for rustic decoration. which complimented the giant Bud Light posters.
speaking of deer heads. the gas station we stopped at on the way up there that had a collection of deer pictures. there was a cork board on a wall with all these pictures of people holding the deer they shot. one picture was of a teenage boy who was so happy to be hugging a dead deer. hugging it?! gross. while looking at these pictures i remembered i was waiting for the bathroom. i saw jess outside so i tried the door in front of me. as i started to open the door and the gruff counter lady yelled "that's the beer fridge! bathroom's are outside." she meant the porta-potties. i felt like an idiot. lol
anyway, we left town and headed back to the camp where we did a hike up to the hot springs. jess was expecting to see the deeper hot springs where you could sit in them, kinda like a hot tub. not these hot springs. they were maybe 2 inches deep and filled with green algae. the water was warm and steaming. it was a nice little hike nonetheless. we found trees with the bark ripped-off by bears and peppered with woodpecker holes. i especially liked our 80's kid movie impersonations we were doing on our walk. back at the camp site i attempted organizing the kitchen stuff and gave up to for a game of cards. around 6 we started the cow camp beans (aka dad's chili). jess offered to help and i love that kind of thing, and we had them finished by 7:30. they were SOOO good. yum. dad, you would be proud. jess went for seconds but i couldn't fit any more in my tummy. we were still waiting for rachel and wendy to show up so we started a fire because it was getting dark. we sat down with some beer and around 8:30 the other girls showed up. we were ready for our gaycation! they had some of the cow camp beans and loved it. we all sat around the fire for a few more hours before heading off to bed.
saturday morning and i was tired of tossing on the air mattress that deflated and i had to pee. we started up a fire, made coffee and heated up water for jess's hot cocoa. rachel and wendy eventually got out of their tent a couple hours later. R and J went to the store because we forgot dish soap and cleaning dishes in warm post-hot dog water wasn't cutting it. i took the time to organize the 'kitchen' stuff. when they got back wendy made breakfast: sausages, cheesy scramble and hash browns. we also made big giant bloody mary's with lots of vodka. after breakfast we thought about going on a hike or something but i think the vodka won and we decided to play cards on the paul bunyan table (the table was abnormally high). we played a few games of euchre and drank some more and ate the brownies jess made. since none of us have baked in a dutch oven before they were a bit ... burnt on the bottoms. we ate them anyway.
nice and fuzzy, rachel and wendy take their dog for a walk and jess and i decide to be "mountain warriors" and tackle the "mountain" by our site. really it was just a little hill that looked like the giant turtle from the neverending story.
we climbed over fallen trees, fell a few times and took lots of funny pictures. i laughed so hard i almost peed my pants. good times. back at the site we all shared sandwiches and had a water break. i was beginning to be a total wastoid but kept reading my book to force myself to be focused. eventually my stomach felt like it was traveling around inside of me so i agreed with rachel that a nap would be a good idea. i read my book for awhile and listened to j and w talking before nodding-off. i woke up to kids screaming and then tripped a bit on the sounds - it sounded like the only loud sounds in the forest were the damn kids. which sounded like it was on a diagonal. don't ask.
while rachel and i were napping, jess and wendy had started preparing dinner. dinner was amazing. we had short ribs, garlic bread, roasted potatoes and corn on the cob - all cooked over the fire! we had salad too. it was dark so they lit the tea lights lined them up on the table. we all over-ate but it felt good in my tummy. after dinner we had more fire time before going to bed.
sunday morning jess and i up built the fire, made coffee and her hot cocoa. sat around the fire for a bit then started cleaning-up. wendy made breakfast (same as saturday) except the bloody mary's weren't as strong. we had to drive home afterall. we packed everything up and were out of there by 12:30. i was home by about 4 and after putting everything away took a shower and watched movies. phew! i can't wait to go camping again. i've been voted "MVC" or, Most Valued Camper. yeah! maybe that means more people will want to take camping trips with me. *wink
p.s. rachel, wendy and jess you cracked me up this weekend. LMAO. camping with you was super fun! i can't wait to do it again.
thursday we decide on a campsite and i discover it's the only place i've camped in the northwest which is good because i had a great experience the first time. i was excited we were camping there even if it was almost 3 hours away. thursday night i head over to the bar with jess to wait for rachel and wendy to roll into town from bellingham. we easily convince them to go camping with us and we work out the logistics ... and have a couple drinks. i don't get to bed until 3am and i'm planning on waking up at 6am?! that was fun. i was so excited that i didn't mind. picked up jess, we got some breakfast and coffee and i taught her the word "nosh." which became the word of the weekend.
we were headed for the base of mount rainier in washington, to the Ohanapecosh campgrounds.we had a super fun drive up there being goofy. so much fun we missed the exit for the 12 and i had to turn around and drive another half hour to the exit we passed. i think we had to drive an extra 30 miles. woops. so funny. no worries though, we arrived at the site around 11ish. we drove around the campgrounds, getting worried because all of the sites had reserved signs on them. luckily, found two walk-in's available. so we parked and i left to pay for them. we hauled up all the stuff from my car and set up camp. which included hanging up her hammock. jess is a knot queen. after the camp was done we went to the store for groceries and wood.
in town after groceries we were starving so we stopped to eat at a bar-type place; sharing a cheese burger and fries. we were a little creeped-out with the single frenzied waitress who we think was the only one working there. then there were the other customers all talking in low voices, the door constantly beeeeeeeeping and the chicken cooking on tv. okay, the chicken wasn't creepy but it was odd there were chickens in some form or another on 2 of the 3 tv sets. behind the bar the beer was stored in fridge-things that you would see in a mini mart. that was a little strange. convenient, but strange. there was also the obligatory mounted deer head and a twisted saw-thing on the ceiling. for rustic decoration. which complimented the giant Bud Light posters.
speaking of deer heads. the gas station we stopped at on the way up there that had a collection of deer pictures. there was a cork board on a wall with all these pictures of people holding the deer they shot. one picture was of a teenage boy who was so happy to be hugging a dead deer. hugging it?! gross. while looking at these pictures i remembered i was waiting for the bathroom. i saw jess outside so i tried the door in front of me. as i started to open the door and the gruff counter lady yelled "that's the beer fridge! bathroom's are outside." she meant the porta-potties. i felt like an idiot. lol
anyway, we left town and headed back to the camp where we did a hike up to the hot springs. jess was expecting to see the deeper hot springs where you could sit in them, kinda like a hot tub. not these hot springs. they were maybe 2 inches deep and filled with green algae. the water was warm and steaming. it was a nice little hike nonetheless. we found trees with the bark ripped-off by bears and peppered with woodpecker holes. i especially liked our 80's kid movie impersonations we were doing on our walk. back at the camp site i attempted organizing the kitchen stuff and gave up to for a game of cards. around 6 we started the cow camp beans (aka dad's chili). jess offered to help and i love that kind of thing, and we had them finished by 7:30. they were SOOO good. yum. dad, you would be proud. jess went for seconds but i couldn't fit any more in my tummy. we were still waiting for rachel and wendy to show up so we started a fire because it was getting dark. we sat down with some beer and around 8:30 the other girls showed up. we were ready for our gaycation! they had some of the cow camp beans and loved it. we all sat around the fire for a few more hours before heading off to bed.
saturday morning and i was tired of tossing on the air mattress that deflated and i had to pee. we started up a fire, made coffee and heated up water for jess's hot cocoa. rachel and wendy eventually got out of their tent a couple hours later. R and J went to the store because we forgot dish soap and cleaning dishes in warm post-hot dog water wasn't cutting it. i took the time to organize the 'kitchen' stuff. when they got back wendy made breakfast: sausages, cheesy scramble and hash browns. we also made big giant bloody mary's with lots of vodka. after breakfast we thought about going on a hike or something but i think the vodka won and we decided to play cards on the paul bunyan table (the table was abnormally high). we played a few games of euchre and drank some more and ate the brownies jess made. since none of us have baked in a dutch oven before they were a bit ... burnt on the bottoms. we ate them anyway.
nice and fuzzy, rachel and wendy take their dog for a walk and jess and i decide to be "mountain warriors" and tackle the "mountain" by our site. really it was just a little hill that looked like the giant turtle from the neverending story.
we climbed over fallen trees, fell a few times and took lots of funny pictures. i laughed so hard i almost peed my pants. good times. back at the site we all shared sandwiches and had a water break. i was beginning to be a total wastoid but kept reading my book to force myself to be focused. eventually my stomach felt like it was traveling around inside of me so i agreed with rachel that a nap would be a good idea. i read my book for awhile and listened to j and w talking before nodding-off. i woke up to kids screaming and then tripped a bit on the sounds - it sounded like the only loud sounds in the forest were the damn kids. which sounded like it was on a diagonal. don't ask.
while rachel and i were napping, jess and wendy had started preparing dinner. dinner was amazing. we had short ribs, garlic bread, roasted potatoes and corn on the cob - all cooked over the fire! we had salad too. it was dark so they lit the tea lights lined them up on the table. we all over-ate but it felt good in my tummy. after dinner we had more fire time before going to bed.
sunday morning jess and i up built the fire, made coffee and her hot cocoa. sat around the fire for a bit then started cleaning-up. wendy made breakfast (same as saturday) except the bloody mary's weren't as strong. we had to drive home afterall. we packed everything up and were out of there by 12:30. i was home by about 4 and after putting everything away took a shower and watched movies. phew! i can't wait to go camping again. i've been voted "MVC" or, Most Valued Camper. yeah! maybe that means more people will want to take camping trips with me. *wink
p.s. rachel, wendy and jess you cracked me up this weekend. LMAO. camping with you was super fun! i can't wait to do it again.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
are we on crack corner?
this happened last thursday but it was funny enough to re-visit. so here we go.
michael and i met up with Joey and his friend for cocktails at scandals. we sit outside because it's warm. outside being, tables and chairs on the sidewalk in front of the bar. the only thing separating us from people walking on the street is a barrier rope used for queues. michael's the crazy magnet so we get all kinds of crazy people stopping and either staring at or talking to us. sometimes in gibberish.
first we get the homeless guy hanging outside Roxie's bellowing out nonsense to our left. we don't know what he was saying and didn't care to ask him to elaborate. it sounded very angry.
next is the 75 pound homeless woman with no teeth hobbling down the street mumbling to herself. she finds a white cloth napkin on the ground, picks it up with a flourish and carefully drapes it over her right arm. then walks down the street, proud of her find.
this one was our favorite for pure creep-factor. tall creepy drug-skinny gay man obviously high on the crystal walks by. as he is walking by michael says "are we on crack corner?" loud enough that crystal crack boy heard it. he turns around and walks by again, slower this time and while sniffling loudly and staring at michael. i think i made a face because he started staring me down too. he actually stopped behind the poor waiter trying to talk to us and creeped him out too. it took all of our will not to start laughing because anyone knows, that just eggs them on. so CCB (crystal crack boy) continues walking and makes about 4 more laps by us; continuing to mumble things under his breath, staring at us and being really creepy.
i think there was another person screaming obscenities and yet another person missing lots of teeth.
it was a parade.
we gave up the parade and went inside to play pool and left the crazies to the guys at the table next to us. they seemed pretty excited.
michael and i met up with Joey and his friend for cocktails at scandals. we sit outside because it's warm. outside being, tables and chairs on the sidewalk in front of the bar. the only thing separating us from people walking on the street is a barrier rope used for queues. michael's the crazy magnet so we get all kinds of crazy people stopping and either staring at or talking to us. sometimes in gibberish.
first we get the homeless guy hanging outside Roxie's bellowing out nonsense to our left. we don't know what he was saying and didn't care to ask him to elaborate. it sounded very angry.
next is the 75 pound homeless woman with no teeth hobbling down the street mumbling to herself. she finds a white cloth napkin on the ground, picks it up with a flourish and carefully drapes it over her right arm. then walks down the street, proud of her find.
this one was our favorite for pure creep-factor. tall creepy drug-skinny gay man obviously high on the crystal walks by. as he is walking by michael says "are we on crack corner?" loud enough that crystal crack boy heard it. he turns around and walks by again, slower this time and while sniffling loudly and staring at michael. i think i made a face because he started staring me down too. he actually stopped behind the poor waiter trying to talk to us and creeped him out too. it took all of our will not to start laughing because anyone knows, that just eggs them on. so CCB (crystal crack boy) continues walking and makes about 4 more laps by us; continuing to mumble things under his breath, staring at us and being really creepy.
i think there was another person screaming obscenities and yet another person missing lots of teeth.
it was a parade.
we gave up the parade and went inside to play pool and left the crazies to the guys at the table next to us. they seemed pretty excited.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
fatty in the window
last night after work michael invited me to a get-to-know-your-neighbors shindig put on by a couple ladies on his floor. we walk into the corner condo which is probably priced around ... let’s just say about $800k +. too much if you ask me. We are served never-ending margaritas and pulled pork tacos. Fabulous. The women all fawn over Michael which is cute and kept their attention off me. So I could sit, observe and drink my margaritas. Which, by the way, weren’t very strong because they only intensified my post-blood drawing wobbliness and made me feel content and happy.
I didn’t walk around much. There was reason not to, I attempted to stand up to pull my pants up because my paranoia of flashing someone the crack of my butt was nagging at me. I clumsily pushed the couch backwards in my attempt to stand up for aforementioned pulling up of the pants, and then flopped back down on the couch in an attempt to sit down again. So graceful. Once I get myself situated I’m on the couch blushing furiously and laughing at myself. I don’t think anyone other than Michael noticed but the couch wasn’t placed perfectly in the room anymore. The whole place was decorated by a professional so I felt like I walked into a post-HGTV episode about design-a-condo-to-impress, or something similar.
Highlights of the evening: michael’s favorite eccentric neighbor Lee asking everyone what they do (or have done, in respect to the retirees). Michael impressed everyone with his company and his job and then they ask me what I do and the only one interested (or listening) was the computer dude. A couple people feigned interest when I explained my college degrees but i was soon cut off with other conversations. i’m not as interesting it seems. Maybe it’s the not making any money thing. or maybe because i'm not loud enough. This was a rich crowd or at least well-off enough to afford these condos in portland. It’s okay, I’ll leave the center of attention thing to other people who enjoy it more.
Another character was the older gay man with a mother that reminded me of a tiny carol channing. She even had big glasses! I wish she talked more because she was funny. The son was totally stuck up and wearing loafers without socks. He was all about being a singer (tenor or something) with albums out and singing in famously fancy places. He lived in paris too. My favorite was Michael and I looking at each other and trying really hard not to make faces when this guy was talking. Especially since he would sit with his legs crossed, hand on the knee and his chin elevated just so. His teeth were horrible. Small and all of the front teeth were almost brown. He must have smoked since he was in kindergarten.
The older women all teetered around which made me think their drinks were stronger…or they’ve been drinking a lot longer. I shouldn’t have been so concerned about my own wobbliness. Then comes the lesbian woman mentioned earlier in the evening during conversation about people moving from unit to unit. She was maybe in her 40s? I couldn’t tell. She had gray hair but she was feisty and a total smart ass. It was entertaining watching her and Michael matching wits. What was really fun is that she didn’t even ease into her smart assiness. she let it out right when she sat down to start talking. I hope we run into her again, she’s funny. It’s a rare treat finding a lez who isn’t afraid to offend.
the shindig concluded with most of us gathering at the window to watch the fat man undress in his window because according to the woman who lives there, he's naked in his window all the time. we waited for him to come from behind the wall and when he took his shirt off we all scattered to the other side of the room making "ew" noises and laughing. people are funny, you don't ever really grow out of that kind of thing. even 60-something year old women.
Afterwards Michael and I went over to his place to watch project runway and it felt so good to sprawl out on his couch and do a co-commentary with him during the show, and the commercials too. Especially the rehab center commercial that’s secretly our favorite even though we make gagging noises and roll our eyes at it.
I have to get back to work, I’ve wasted enough time writing this but I will add to it as I remember more details.
Stay tuned.
And in the news today:
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/07/food.guilty.plea.ap/index.html
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/bestoftv/2008/08/07/ac.shot.wed.cnn
I didn’t walk around much. There was reason not to, I attempted to stand up to pull my pants up because my paranoia of flashing someone the crack of my butt was nagging at me. I clumsily pushed the couch backwards in my attempt to stand up for aforementioned pulling up of the pants, and then flopped back down on the couch in an attempt to sit down again. So graceful. Once I get myself situated I’m on the couch blushing furiously and laughing at myself. I don’t think anyone other than Michael noticed but the couch wasn’t placed perfectly in the room anymore. The whole place was decorated by a professional so I felt like I walked into a post-HGTV episode about design-a-condo-to-impress, or something similar.
Highlights of the evening: michael’s favorite eccentric neighbor Lee asking everyone what they do (or have done, in respect to the retirees). Michael impressed everyone with his company and his job and then they ask me what I do and the only one interested (or listening) was the computer dude. A couple people feigned interest when I explained my college degrees but i was soon cut off with other conversations. i’m not as interesting it seems. Maybe it’s the not making any money thing. or maybe because i'm not loud enough. This was a rich crowd or at least well-off enough to afford these condos in portland. It’s okay, I’ll leave the center of attention thing to other people who enjoy it more.
Another character was the older gay man with a mother that reminded me of a tiny carol channing. She even had big glasses! I wish she talked more because she was funny. The son was totally stuck up and wearing loafers without socks. He was all about being a singer (tenor or something) with albums out and singing in famously fancy places. He lived in paris too. My favorite was Michael and I looking at each other and trying really hard not to make faces when this guy was talking. Especially since he would sit with his legs crossed, hand on the knee and his chin elevated just so. His teeth were horrible. Small and all of the front teeth were almost brown. He must have smoked since he was in kindergarten.
The older women all teetered around which made me think their drinks were stronger…or they’ve been drinking a lot longer. I shouldn’t have been so concerned about my own wobbliness. Then comes the lesbian woman mentioned earlier in the evening during conversation about people moving from unit to unit. She was maybe in her 40s? I couldn’t tell. She had gray hair but she was feisty and a total smart ass. It was entertaining watching her and Michael matching wits. What was really fun is that she didn’t even ease into her smart assiness. she let it out right when she sat down to start talking. I hope we run into her again, she’s funny. It’s a rare treat finding a lez who isn’t afraid to offend.
the shindig concluded with most of us gathering at the window to watch the fat man undress in his window because according to the woman who lives there, he's naked in his window all the time. we waited for him to come from behind the wall and when he took his shirt off we all scattered to the other side of the room making "ew" noises and laughing. people are funny, you don't ever really grow out of that kind of thing. even 60-something year old women.
Afterwards Michael and I went over to his place to watch project runway and it felt so good to sprawl out on his couch and do a co-commentary with him during the show, and the commercials too. Especially the rehab center commercial that’s secretly our favorite even though we make gagging noises and roll our eyes at it.
I have to get back to work, I’ve wasted enough time writing this but I will add to it as I remember more details.
Stay tuned.
And in the news today:
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/07/food.guilty.plea.ap/index.html
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/bestoftv/2008/08/07/ac.shot.wed.cnn
procrastination = perfectionism
some things never change. my manager requested i do a one-page summary of where i am at in my job. i waited until the night before to do it but much like the papers i wrote for school, i cranked that thing right out. it was easier than i thought it would be. i still have no idea why i wait until the night before. i thought i had broken this habit last time around in school. i was doing so much better with giving myself a few days (sometimes a week) to start on my writing, with the exception for a couple things that i needed to get through the class first. there is something about writing the night before that gives it a sense of urgency and somehow i can get all the right words out. maybe i work well under pressure. in behavioral psychology we would call this positive reinforcement: stress out about it, wait until the last minute due to making excuses, wanting it to be perfect, etc. and then writing it and getting an ‘A’ on it. it creates a positive reinforcement of that crazy behavior – the good grade. My favorite professor likes to say we procrastinate because we are perfectionists. I couldn’t agree more.
i'm happy with what i wrote. i've accomplished quite a bit since i started this position last october.
i also found this helpful article on procrastination: i'll read it later
i'm happy with what i wrote. i've accomplished quite a bit since i started this position last october.
i also found this helpful article on procrastination: i'll read it later
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
too much candy
too much candy
Too much candy from Capucha on Vimeo.
too much candy 2 (bonus)
"Too much candy" II-The bonus scenes ! from Capucha on Vimeo.
Too much candy from Capucha on Vimeo.
too much candy 2 (bonus)
"Too much candy" II-The bonus scenes ! from Capucha on Vimeo.
michael says...
tell them that Jesus is talking with you and saying funny things about how people that don't mind their own business will be struck down by the wrath of god
Monday, August 4, 2008
believe in the yes
despite dreams of dolly and wanting a relationship, there's always the Yes!
(thank you kris this is fabulous)
and yes, i'm learning these dances.
(thank you kris this is fabulous)
and yes, i'm learning these dances.
dolly!
it was difficult waking up today. it's monday and i wanted to sleep in. i also had the best dream about a young dolly parton. she was all about me, it was amazing.
great, now i'm going to be thinking about that all day.
after i woke up, it made me think about how my life isn't exciting right now in that department. i've been going through a i-want-to-be-with-someone thing. i miss it. i don't know if it's because it's summer, if it's being in my 30's (which did change things) or if it's from, i dunno a lot of things really. i think i'm ready for a relationship but, do i have the time? sure. it would be nice to be with someone who wants to be with me for a change, that would be nice. i want to be adored by someone, i really miss that. or maybe i miss dedicating songs to someone in my head. okay, i'm just embarrassing myself now.
on my drive to work it was another day of "portlanders learning how to drive." which involves, people not knowing how to stay in their lanes, they're driving too slow, they don't know how to drive with bicycles in the road...and in SUV's for that matter so i can't see around them to get frustrated with their bad driving or if it's the fault of someone in front of them. nope, it was them all along. stupid ford bronco waste of gas.
i really need to stop sleeping-in and ride my bike to work every day again.
great, now i'm going to be thinking about that all day.
after i woke up, it made me think about how my life isn't exciting right now in that department. i've been going through a i-want-to-be-with-someone thing. i miss it. i don't know if it's because it's summer, if it's being in my 30's (which did change things) or if it's from, i dunno a lot of things really. i think i'm ready for a relationship but, do i have the time? sure. it would be nice to be with someone who wants to be with me for a change, that would be nice. i want to be adored by someone, i really miss that. or maybe i miss dedicating songs to someone in my head. okay, i'm just embarrassing myself now.
on my drive to work it was another day of "portlanders learning how to drive." which involves, people not knowing how to stay in their lanes, they're driving too slow, they don't know how to drive with bicycles in the road...and in SUV's for that matter so i can't see around them to get frustrated with their bad driving or if it's the fault of someone in front of them. nope, it was them all along. stupid ford bronco waste of gas.
i really need to stop sleeping-in and ride my bike to work every day again.
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