5/2: Mom says she's going to send butterflies. And this is the thing: I don't ask why.
5/3: The sweet woodruff on the stump threatens to open, then doesn't.
5/4: We wave goodbye to L. at 6am and make our own plans to leave.
5/5: My sister celebrates Cinqo de Mayo in Khartoum.
5/6: A tail wind shaves an hour off the first flight. During the second, we sit for an hour on the runway, waiting for a thunderstorm to pass.
5/7: The dogs refuse to eat in our absence.
5/8: We nap together in the basement, the floorboards creaking above us.
5/9: Let to our own devices, we wander, trailing an empty wagon.
5/10: A trampoline, a pond with no fish (and no water), a rusty swingset, a pool with murky water. "Let me pick up the dog poop," she says when I arrive.
5/11: When the plane landed, I thought G. was still asleep. He clapped without opening his eyes.
5/12: The popsicles are freezer-burnt.
5/13: The "family" parking space: who counts?
5/14: We drink $3.99 wine out of jelly jars.
5/15: The waitress refuses to bring us water.
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ReplyDelete5/2 Hey, finally we post. I’m trying to remember the last 2 weeks. Obviously this is in retrospect.
ReplyDelete5/3 WORK. Someone broke a wine bottle, I cleaned up all the glass but I forgot I had a hole in my shoe, got some glass in it, but it didn’t break the skin, got yelled at for using the Spill Magic on wine, wait for the baby throw up.
5/4 Monday’s are the best days. They are my Saturdays, my first day off. I choose to organize my room; this Monday is the worst day.
5/5 I love school. I hate work. But I do both half-assed and all my friends are gone. Debby Downer moment.
5/6 Wednesday and my mind is mush. I’m tired and zoning out, it’s nice.
5/7 I watched Doubt, awesome.
5/8 Contemplating why Andy Warhol is considered art, while flipping through a book at Half Price Books.
5/9 Took mom out for Mochatinis for mother’s day. Got her hair done.
5/10 Work sucks.
5/11 S-H-I-T. I want this to be next Monday, when I’ll be at FOLKLIFE.
5/12 I’m glad to be at school. Maybe I’ll be the one person in my family who likes their life.
5/13 Spent the day with my crazy aunt. She’s made herself retarded from drugs, I can’t stand her, I know that sounds cold but she’s the worst version of a human being.
5/14 My friend is so desperate for money she’s starting a website. I’m worried but I guess I don’t care because when she told me I said “neat.”
5/15 Saw an old friend from High School, finally someone who isn’t a parent.
Week 6:
ReplyDelete5/2: While we’re downtown watching the Apple Blossom Parade a woman leaves a message on our answering machine. She would like two large pizzas—a pepperoni and a meat-lover’s—and they’ll need to be delivered by 5:30 PM.
5/3: Six coyote pups playing around the mouth of the den. They must be about five weeks old. One of the parents is hanging out nearby, and we startle each other while I’m out identifying wildflowers.
5/4: I make the unfortunate mistake of touching something before I’m certain what it is. From overhead it looks like a chunk of yellow insulation, but it’s actually very wet, and thick—a lot like Cool Whip, actually.
5/5: That terrifying yellow mass I photographed last Sunday is definitely a slime mold of the genus Fuligo, also known as the “dog vomit slime mold”—in case you were wondering.
5/6: My new flip-flops have *almost* no traction, so I spend most of the week sliding around corners and tile floors. Hopefully other people can appreciate my coolness.
4/7: Movies are really more fun when the theater is totally full and everyone seems genuinely excited about “space opera.”
5/8: The Shopper’s Postulates: (1) If you really want it, they don’t have it. (2) If there’s one item in stock, no one can find it.
Week 7:
5/9: Let’s be blunt: my protagonist is a very cynical person, and I’m not changing the ending of his story to make him seem otherwise.
5/10: I don’t care how “organic” or “healthy” it is. “Peanut Butter Panda Puffs” is just not a good name for a breakfast cereal.
5/11: It doesn’t taste very good, either. It’s a little crunchier than Cocoa Puffs, and there’s an obvious (but rather elusive) peanut butter flavor.
5/12: Whenever those “Lyndon LaRouche People” appear in Red Square they elicit a mixture of confusion, amusement, and loathing. Are they really against everything? Don’t they have low-paying jobs, classes to attend, or final papers to write?
5/13: Of course, I don’t actually watch the season finale of “America’s Next Top Model.”
5/14: It’s sunny and relatively warm all afternoon, but after a few days of hard rain, who’s going to trust the weather?
5/15: I don’t know how long these Cheerios have been sitting in my cupboard, but they’re beginning to taste a little fermented.
5/5- Tequila on rocks in irish mugs, cold drops on wet, warm, wintered flesh.
ReplyDelete5/6-Teacher, writer's workshop and I talk about how lead is sweet, and that's why children keep eating wall paint flakes. Then how animals love the taste of antifreeze.
5/7- I've stopped responding.
5/8- My 16 year old cousin snuck into the Fairhaven. Given she's 6'1'' and quite womanly, and the fact that someone put a drink in her hand to give her the image, and distracted the doorman...something is wrong with this.
5/9- A customer at work comes up behind me and this happens:
"Get a haircut."
"Huh? Why?"
"You look like Rod Stewart."
If it were a friend, alright, but this guy's an asshole.
5/10- I've come to find my father's father died in Hawaii on vacation away from his family. I've always loved Hawaii in an indescribable way, and talk about this love all the time to my father.
5/11- I've come to find my mother's father used to light rats on fire.
5/12- I've come to find my mother has breast cancer, but not really, she lied kind of.
5/13- A childhood friend invites me out for drinks and asks me to bring my boyfriend. As we sit down she leans in and says, "How did you end up with someone like him?" Then she tells him, "You're so hot." Then she tells him, "You make my pussy wet." She wasn't joking. There were tight smiles, but no laughter.
5/14- I look upon my teammates who have made it on to Nationals and the way the coaches coddle and coo over them, and invite them to their houses for sauna parties and give them packages of recharging fuels and powders, and I long for them to care for me as much.
5/15- We take a swig of wine every time Bourne pulls a gun.
5/16- I've worked at the Farmer's Market since I was ten. I never want to work again.
Week 6:
ReplyDelete5/4 - Okay, you know it's not good when all you do is smell the peanut butter and you have a negative reaction. My histamines are going insane!
5/5 - Cinco de Mayo. I celebrate by writing a play or I just do that instead of other things.
5/6 - Trivia's supposed to be trivial -- and more general-knowledgy. I don't think it's fair to have old school Nickelodeon q's when I haven't had cable since I was three.
5/7 - I'm not going to a bar by myself.
5/8 - Parents' 26th anniversary. The tulips stuck around that year -- now their heads are all chopped off. On an unrelated note, Lassie was played by numerous male collies.
5/9 - Is it reassuring to see plays that suck and are 10x worse than your crappiest stuff or aggravating? In a way, it's both.
5/10 - Mother's Day. It took forever to finally get ahold of my mom to wish her good things, but I did and it was good. Sure did miss seeing her in person, though.
Week 7:
5/11 - The chalk on the wall reads "Happy Birtday, Laurel!" with someone else pointing between the "t" and "d" and writing "FAIL" in pink chalk. Hilarious.
5/12 - Why did I need to sleep so much? I had work to do!
5/13 - Why do people who are obviously taller than you decide to sit in front of you? How can tall people be that oblivious?
5/14 - What I learned from "Survivor": If you play the pitiful martyr, you will get voted off the island.
5/15 - I don't get why when someone has a million things to say about your play, they can't write it down and give you the paper. It should not take even half an hour to workshop a play.
5/16 - Star Trek is awesome.
5/17 - I do not want to write this review. At all. But I must.
5/4 - I wish the landlord did not feel comfortable killing dandelions.
ReplyDelete5/5 - It would be better if we had no bones, just clay.
5/6 - I always forget where I am when I walk down hills.
5/7 - I wonder if those people in Red Square would still be hovering around the high traffic areas if I took all of their flyers and cards away. Do they have a mission or do they simply enjoy blocking stairways?
5/8 - First time in a recording studio for recording purposes. It felt like being on the other side of the glass at a zoo.
5/9 - Cap’s just has this hold that makes it impossible to leave.
5/10 - I’m regretting that I stayed as long as I did.
5/11 - All day in the house and all I got was macaroni on my shirt.
5/12 - We hover around the garbage and talk about matador tattoos.
5/13 - Jeremy Enigk is worth a Wednesday night.
5/14 - Thought briefly about chemistry and nothing happened.
5/15 - I almost left the house, but legs say, “No!”
5/16 - Grilled oysters and beer in the afternoon. Headaches and sleep for 12 hours. All is well.
5/17 - Homework in the sun; the most productive I’ve been in ages.
4/27/09: He was in the habit of having things going well for him most likely. The man seemed confident enough of that anyhow. But it was the most sentimental scene he could have mustered—his eyes forced to a squint, the sun behind her, giving the lines of her body a rich orange glow; a couple with a guitar lounging against the green hillside playing love songs on an old hand-me-down six-string with a butterfly decal. CORN.
ReplyDelete4/28/09: Her friends kept prodding her, telling her it was odd. But she wouldn’t have any of it. She let the mug set, festering in its own heat, bands of smoke curling and contorting—she soothed her hands on it carefully before ignoring it all together as the warmth began to subside. Then, after a number of minutes of neglect, she cradled the lukewarm mug like a baby before gingerly sipping away at what was left of the smoldering brew.
4/29/09: Insanity is a cumulative process
4/30/09: The man began to growl slightly after an excessive bout of coughing had reduced him to resting his elbows against the table, his chest heaving, his voice gutsy and raw—the sound of phlegm backing up in his esophagus.
5/1/09: It’s funny how there are those days you want to be shorter and the ones that you want to be longer, and the propensity that neither of them seem willing to align with your schedule.
5/2/09: Yeah, that’s right these are getting shorte—
5/3/09: It was without a doubt the friendliest, most congenial conversation I’d had the pleasure to share with a “service representative” on the phone. Fifteen minutes worth of chat where, not only did he seem happy with his job, he also seemed to be encouraging me to join in—not your every day minimum-wage disgruntlement I guess. It truly was inspiring stuff.
5/4/09: How many coincidences have to occur before it’s considered hypochondria?
Observations:
5/5/09: Unless a person goes looking for the outside world, it can be hard to find.
5/6/09: I am fairly certain that I will be reincarnated as some kind of stink beetle…maybe a platypus.
5/7/09: Total success is one part stamina, two cups fantasy, a dash of resolve, one half slice of murderous ambition, six tablespoons of optimism and a shit-load of craziness.
5/8/09: Ever wonder what the next stage of human evolution is?
5/9/09: It sometimes takes a long while to wake up; some people can jump out of bed as though they were ready to jump out of a plane. Me—I suppose it’s more akin to pulling myself out of quicksand; it’s a slow, painful and an often unrewarding experience at times. Especially on Saturdays.
5/10/09: Pity is not indicative of understanding.
5/11/09: If you haven’t seen John Hurt’s monologue in The Proposition…well, you should. (PS: It’s on YouTube)
5/12/09: Is there anything short of a narcotic that can get me to talk slower?
5/13/09: The room’s disrepair began to emerge in the closing weeks of the lease. Glistening black garbage were stacking up on the patio, bottles were like bowling pins and there were shoes everywhere. Jesus, there were a lot of shoes. The carpet was wet with something and a forgotten alarm clock blared from a inside a locked room. Someone stubbed their toe—shit, fuck, damn. I stepped outside and slid the glass door closed behind me, savoring the chilled air, savoring the silence and the birds like I owned them.
5/14/09: Always work your way into a good day, otherwise it’s always bound to get worse.
5/15/09: Immediacy is clarity.
5/4: I wonder if Senioritous is contagious, like yawning, once one person gets it, everyone else around them starts to too.
ReplyDelete5/5: Today is my friend’s birthday, I call and leave a message but know the distance is pulling us apart.
5/6: Staff meeting today, the pastor tries quoting the bible but can’t remember where the scripture is from, as he looks the rest of us enjoy our gossip time.
5/7: I stayed outside the whole ferry ride, the air was crisp and clean while the wind ravaged my hair. Everyone else was inside peering out. The wildness of it all was to much fun to ignore, although I had crazy hair once I got into my car. Totally worth it.
5/8: I got to watch Ellen today, it was her Mother’s Day show, her whole audience was prego woman. Talk about hormones.
5/9: I finally feel like I can take a deep breath and relax, not being around my apt or doing school works does that to people.
5/10: Watched Star Trek today, keeps my sci-fi obsession going, now not only do I want to read Dune, but also watch more Star Trek stuff. While my dad and his fiancé were play arguing, I made a joke about how my brother argues like my dad. His fiancé said that they weren’t “arguing” and in fact never argue. I question that relationship, and not for the first time.
5/11: I try to hold off going home for as long as I can, which wasn’t a good idea. The ferry back was ruff and made me car sick.
5/12: A guy in my poetry class tells me that poetry shouldn’t be blunt and it’s not just about the message but other stuff. I hate poems that are vague and hard to understand what the hell they are talking about (which is just how he writes poetry). Apparently I can’t just say what I think, maybe poetry isn’t really my thing.
5/13: Every time I check my email I can’t help but hope my answer is there. Did I get in or not. It’s been four weeks now, waiting is the worst.
5/14: As I watched my shows have their last episode I had a sudden hope that maybe I could get more homework done since I wouldn’t be distracted anymore. Then I laughed.
5/15: I walked around Lake Padden today and couldn’t believe how many polite bikers there were (and many of them were kids). They actually said “biker on your left”, my friend said no one does that in Seattle, they just yell at you if you don’t move (she had a personal experience).
5/16: Danced at Relay for Life with not even half as many people as we had last year, Scottish Country Dancing is a dying social dance. There isn’t any bumping and grinding does that make it uncool?
5/17: Went to a catholic church service for the first time, there are a lot more Catholics than Presbyterians, at least compared to the church I work at. Yet we are not as strict as some Catholics are… maybe people like the strictness.
5/4/09
ReplyDeleteEven more awkward than bus phone conversations (for those who happen to overhear) are conversations between two people on the bus. Especially if they insist on shouting and their lives resemble soap operas. The red-head’s ex was a jerk. He slept with, like, ten of her friends. The brown-haired and shifty eyed one had a friend whose older sister’s boyfriend’s cousin had just called of his wedding. With that one chick, you know.
5/5/09
The pretty green house on Potter with the grassy, heavily ornamented yard always has it’s heavy wood door open to rain, sun, and curious people. Today it’s closed: perhaps the result of an early Cinco de Mayo celebration.
5/6/09
We three wore matching coats. Matching green coats in the rain. The water slanted into our faces as we jumped the chain link fence to access the swings.
5/7/09
More important than pairing the right wine with your meal is pairing the right music whith your setting. On a long drive home with the sky all scalloped clouds streaked in gray and with tender spring illuminating the woods, Sufjan Steven is the most complimentary choice.
5/8/09
The arch of the peacock’s iridescent halo was taller than me. Is his display the equivalent of an erection or is it a form of compensating?
My niece claps pudgy hands and laughs at the penguins inhabiting their long empty exhibit.
5/9/09
Waiting in the cracked, black leather chairs at a tattoo parlor in Seattle, I see a woman stop with her third to fourth grade old daughter. She lifts the girl up, pointing out the men behind me intent on their living canvases while her mouth moves silently. “Look,” her lips moved.
I remembered what my mom said about tattoo’s being for sailors and convicts.
5/10/09
My mom smiled over the scorned raspberry plants, feeling the leaves and soft bristles with the tips of her fingers.
5/11/09
You know you’ve had a shitty birthday when you end up puking outside the Horseshoe and you aren’t even drunk.
My roommate says it still counts as a great 21st if I ended it puking in a trashcan downtown.
5/12/09
I slept the whole day, my waking moments like vignettes of a dream:
Awake long enough to e-mail professors and classmates
Try to keep down yogurt. Fail.
Try to eat toast and an egg. Mostly successful.
Someone’s watching TV. Let me stay on the couch.
Leg is asleep, and S. brought me water.
The fleece blanket is getting scratchy. Push it off.
In the evening, finally awake, I felt like I’d come out of an Outer Limits episode.
5/13/09
Nothing is quite as cozy as sitting in a pub in a quaint area of town, the squeaky leather and grooved table top of the booth dimly lit by a lamp with a green lampshade that casts shadows on the faded brick wall, as rain streaks the air outside and live music, subdued laughter, and a pint of something foamy warms you.
5/14/09
A new game takes two rounds to be understood. The first involves many pauses, questions, and shuffling through the rules, a finger running down the black and white glossy page as the reader murmurs the scanned words under his or her breath.
The second round involves laughs and competitive elbow nudging.
5/15/09
The difference between Seattle Football Fans and Seattle Soccer Fans is… amusing. They have the same fervor though.
5/16/09
M. drops a whole bottle of wine on the sidewalk. It explodes on the pavement, leaving small pieces of glass glittering like mica embedded in rock and covered in a rich, red flood.
5/17/09
I see a neon-orange, low-riding, tricked-out truck races up the road. The guys inside yell, revving the engine for a random girl walking along the side of the road. I laughed at them. I hope she did too.
5/18/09
I enjoy taking a silver spoon and digging it into the fresh, creamy skin of a brand-new container of ice-cream. It’s satisfying, like peeling dried glue off your fingers when you were younger.
5/5 Happy Cinco de Mayo! Thank you Mexico for celebrating your independence and making tequila drinks!
ReplyDelete5/6 I hate tequila and the 5th of May. All I want to do is sleep all day...haha that rhymed
5/7 I think that it may be possible that I am still hungover from Tuesday's celebrations. Thank goodness for no class today.
5/8 I really want a Boomer Burger...or Taco Time
5/9 I bought the gift, the card, the ribbon...but forgot the wraping paper! Awesome
5/10 Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers. I have the most absolute wonderful mom!
5/11 I think that in order to boost my spirits, becuase of the gloomy weather, i need to get my tan on in a tanning bed...imagine that i am somewhere tropical, a lovely oasis.
5/12 3 am came too early, especially when it is the flu that wakes you up and sends you racing towards the porcelin throne.
5/13 my chest hurts, it is hard to breathe, but at least the worst of the flu is over, i hope.
5/14 That was the worst 36 hours of my life. I am going to be first in line for a flu shot next year. Even though it probably wont help much, especially when working within a school district, infested with germs and flu viruses.
5/15 Another well deserved Friday, next pay check will be hurtful, missing four days of work really puts a dent in your finances.
5/16 Today i ride the ferry to Poulsbo,
5/17 Home sweet home...now time to get back to reality
5/18 the rain might cause the roof to cave in. It is raining oh so hard out there
Week 6:
ReplyDelete5/2: Coming down the trail is a descent back to reality. There’s the brief euphoria at reaching the top, then it’s all downhill.
5/3: We’re on the boardwalk, where a woman works hard to keep her black lab from snuffling people.
5/4: Still haven’t transferred to the new email system, and now there’s a delay.
5/5: What’s with people singing loudly to their ipods? Song is by Johnny Cash, singer is a petite tone-deaf girl with short spiky hair.
5/6: Everywhere the forest drips in green—moss wraps around the trees like warm fuzzy leggings, fern splay out, unfurling their violin heads. At the lake, K stands out on a flat rock and says she feels like she’s standing on water.
5/7: Everyone’s a little quiet—definitely that end of the week feeling.
5/8: J jinxed me—there were indeed two cars driving slowly side by side.
Week 7:
5/9: Why oh why did I forget to put on sunscreen? The image lobster red comes to mind.
5/10: Broken handle, smashed window pane= nice mowed lawn.
5/11: I breathe a sigh of relief as the bus jerks into my stop, and I can finally escape the girl who sprawls across the two seats next to me, talking loudly into her cell phone.
5/12: That add on TV is so depressing, the one where Sara McLaughlin pleads with viewers to help injured animals, then a whole string of sad looking animals is shown to her music “In the Arms of an Angel.” Extreme guilt fills me and I want to change the channel, only I can’t now because I feel too guilty to change it, so I’m forced to sit through the add. I never feel as guilty changing the channel with the needy kids, perhaps that program should get Sara McLaughlin instead of using the older bearded guy.
5/13: Writing without inspiration is like slogging through water—you want to get somewhere, but you just can’t seem to move.
5/14: One of the most interesting observations is when someone talks about something that everyone does on a daily basis, only maybe we just don’t notice it. I’m talking about those small, trivial quirks of mankind.
5/15: Damn. My hair smells a little like cigarettes, even though there was no smoking in the bar.
5/5: I spend three hours talking to a past history professor, asking her to figure out what I should do with my life. She tells me I need to study history, accept my status of being single, and drink more wine.
ReplyDelete5/6: Someone has thrown a bottle out of a fourth story window. When I step on the shard of glass on the cement, I immediately retract my foot. Seeing it is only the reminants of a party that kept me awake most of the night, I kick it to the side.
5/7: I've lost my ring, the one you gave me.
5/8: You ask me which I prefer, red or white. I say I don't know, so you pour me a glass of each.
5/9: The cloud, she thinks, looks much like a rabbit.
5/10: I spend hours watching the litter of rabbits pay in the grass. They tumble and roll like puppies do. Fran watches them, touching her nose to theirs, counting. I wonder if she misses the one that was born dead.
5/11: And you, I shall call you Sharon.
5/12: I start packing things up in boxes, putting them in the trunk of my car for the next weekend when I drive home. I linger, holding books for a moment before setting them down. I don't have time to read them anyway.
5/13: One month until I move home.
5/14: I spend an entire day not speaking to my roommate. Passive agressive tendencies don't suit you, Jo says. I ignore her.
5/15: My friend sends me an email on accident, meant for an ex. I don't tell her.
5/16: I've drawn a heart on my hand every day since high school. Today is the day I stop.
5/17: Of course he's Mormon. They're always Mormon.
5/18: "You will be 42, with six cats and a turtle, living in your parents house, and you will call me and want to watch movies. And I'll come watch them with you."
5/2: At the end of their meal, the couple presents a coupon for the Indian buffet next door.
ReplyDelete5/3: I instantly regret telling my father that no, I haven't bought my plane tickets yet. He proceeds to explain how to look up ticket prices online, with Kay's muffled voice interjecting at even intervals.
5/4: Sometimes one of the bosses asks Meredith how to spell something. We keep a list. Our favorites are "our," "promise" and "picnic." He's Western Alum.
5/5: If I've already received my Bon Appetit for the month, I find little motivation to check the mail every day.
5/6: Sign on door: CAUTION!!! SWINGING DOOR AREA!!!
5/7: Every time I see my next-door neighbors out in public, I shudder.
5/8: Out of some sort of combination of sick fascination, self-hatred and a predisposition for people-pleasing, I nod my head and say, "Oh, cool..." when my coworker mentions that her bridesmaid dress is a 50/50 hemp/cotton blend for the seventh time.
5/9: Every time I remember my new bottle of herbal tranquilizer, I sigh contentedly.
5/10: I've decided to transfer my fixation on grade-point average to a clean apartment. When the urge arises to calculate percentages, I will check for stray water glasses, wipe countertops and organize papers. Maybe start wearing an apron.
5/11: One of my best friends is going to have a baby. He has always been the friend whose maturity level mirrored mine. Now I feel alone. I am simultaneously overjoyed at the thought of his sweet baby and devastated at my own mortality.
5/12: My father is obsessed with the idea of attending my graduation, though I've told him firmly and repeatedly that I will not be. This has gone on for months without a trace of guilt on my part, until today, when my brother said, "You know, he just likes to be a part of things. Especially since he never had a graduation of his own."
I felt like such an asshole that I called my mother and told her. She said, "That's ridiculous! He went to his high school graduation--I was there. He wore a ponytail!"
5/13: As if the George Pickett Bridge over the fish hatchery wasn't terrifying enough at night with its rushing water and homeless population with a whistle/bird call (caw-ca!...caw-ca!)communication system, someone has taken the time to spray-paint a gigantic, beaming, "It"-like clown on the cement retaining wall.
5/14: Firass's dad is in town and takes us out to dinner. We are treated to stories about the 1972 World Ping-Pong Championship, as well as a lesson in Arabic hand gestures. My favorites are: "just you wait...[I'll get you]" (a sweeping, backwards ok sign) and "I'm going to cut your head off" (one hand a fist, the other vertical and flat, performing a sawing motion back and forth in front of the fist).
5/15: The business cards at work read: Enjoy a delicious taste of Greece!
5/4: Holy bananas! An unused computer in the library. My search has ended.
ReplyDelete5/5: Somehow I made it to class today fed, bathed and caffeinated.
5/6: Thank Jesus I don’t work at Starbucks
5/7: A month of being 21 and only been in a bar three times. (once in Canada while I was 20)
5/8: Wanna study today? Survey says: Naw
5/9: Another delightfully unproductive Saturday filled with pollen smell and cut grass.
5/10: Mom sounded happy today.
5/11: You can tell those who have been to the gym recently from those that haven’t by their legs. Thick legs= gym time.
5/12: Another long day of my body fighting with the caffeine. “What do we want?” “SLEEP!” “When do we want it?” “NOW!” it chants. Cells in confrontation with the oppressive drug.
5/13: Another fight for independence.
5/14: Tonight: Radio history. The Mad Scientist is giving out CDs to the 89th caller (haha). Mad Skillz: Thursday nights 10-midnight ya’ll. Only on KUGS 89.3 FM.
5/15: I scramble to find some sort of drug to put in my bloodstream.
5/16: We laid on my roof and gazed at the stars, their past shining down on us. Best part of the day.
5/17: The sun makes my computer screen almost unreadable and the breeze ruffles my papers. Still worth it.
5/3-My belt broke today. What does this mean...
ReplyDelete5/4-Streaks of white are starting to form in my hair. I don't know, I kind of like it.
5/5-Today I had a flashback of watching the old movie, "The Time Machine" as a kid. I've always been fascinated with time travel. I remember the Morlocks scared me.
5/6-My eight-year-old begins her sentence "Pardon me, I don't mean to be a bother..." huh?
5/7-I have let a spider live on my driver side mirror for a week now. He has a nice, little web.
5/8-Three times this week I have been unable to find my sunglasses when I was getting ready to leave. Then when I get home they are in plain sight.
5/9-I've acquired several kinds of dips in my fridge--hummus, tzatziki, stuff that is made out of mayo, but I have no carrots or chips or bread :(
5/10-Mother's Day and my birthday. I feel special. Taurus rocks. 31...gulp.
5/11-I keep dreaming I am always trying to reach him on my cell phone or he is trying to call me. I always have three or more phones and we can never connect.
5/13-I would rather shave my legs than my face. (which I do, I'm just sayin')
5/15-Watching the evening news can be a hard
pill to swallow. I think I keep my head buried in the sand too much.
5/16-I have a toothache. Somebody give me a drill, I'll do it myself.
5/4 - I've decided that I will actually try to stick to my diet now, what with my test in June.
ReplyDelete5/5 - Again with the hanging signs at 6 AM for three hours which ends three hours before fiction! Makes me sleep in the afternoon.
5/6 - I'm finding it very easy to ignore customers that are rude.
5/7 - I wish I could say I had an afternoon off, but I'm merely catching up with the glasses I've neglected from my work.
5/8 - I've lost 5-10 pounds already on my diet, I wonder how much I would lose if I shaved my head, body, arms, and legs?
5/9 - I told my girlfriend that, and she said that it would affect her opinion of me... Really?
5/10 - It has been 1 year 1 1/2 months since my Mother passed away from cancer.
5/11 - Today someone actually asked me what I would do with a Klondike bar. Not much.
ReplyDelete5/12 - Hung signs at 6 AM again, but because half the store is empty, we're done in an hour so I followed the guy around that works in the automotive section and window shopped for electronics.
5/13 - So this guy comes in, used to work with me but he got fired/quit something crazy, well anyway the other month, he filled out a customer comment card for me, which resulted in me getting paid a $5 dollar bonus AND netted me employee of the month, needless to say I told him what happened and he laughed thought it was pretty cool.
5/14 - It is pretty sad when the highlight of your day is yelling at the other motorists commuting to/from school.
5/15 - Wow being stuck on I-5 because of a Mariner's game in Seattle with four hours left till back in Vancouver :(.
5/16 - I was supposed to play basketball today, but my old friend from Community College couldn't get the group together.
5/17 - I finally got to meet the foster child my girlfriend's parents got recently, he is impressive for a 3 year old.