*I'm posting this early, since we're finishing up this week. Your last required observation is Thursday, 6/4.
5/30: Luis Urrea says no one lives in cardboard boxes anymore. Uh oh.
5/31: I call home, but the line is busy. I'm perplexed; I try again. Still busy. So then I call L.'s cell phone, and when she answers, I say, "Why is our phone line busy?" She says, "Because I'm on the phone." I say, "Oh," then hang up, forgetting why I've called.
6/1: At the lab, there's a white board on the door with the title Random Facts. Today's random fact is that shark fetuses fight each other in the womb, and the one who wins is the one who gets born. I don't know if this fact is true, but I can't stop staring at the sign while the nurse inserts the needle. I'm thinking, Shark fetuses? Really?
6/2: It's eighty degrees, and I'm overdressed.
6/3: My dreams are like watching TV shows these days.
6/4: Cottonwood seeds out the spider webs.
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5/31-The hallway in my complex smells like meat of some kind.
ReplyDelete6/1-Bella wants my favorite stuffed animal from when I was a kid. I'm stingy and don't want to share or give it to her, but cave in as long as she knows it's "both of ours".
6/2-I'm unnerved by the fact I have to start working in a couple weeks. It was so nice not working. (at least not on homework)
6/3-It's hot, hot, hot. My rooftop burns my feet and I wonder why I stepped out there without shoes. Just testing, I guess.
6/?-Just an observation for the road--writing gives me a chance to express all the words and thoughts my mouth can't articulate.
5/31: We are still sleeping this morning when a policewoman shouts for us to evacuate the building. Meaning our apartment. We sheepishly(?)meet her on the back deck, where she tells us to wait until further notice because the bank across the street is being robbed, unless we want to flee the neighborhood, which we may do by crawling over our neighbors' fence. It's a small fence, she explains, as she creeps away to the side of the house, with her hand on her gun holster, watching the street. We wait 20 min before sneaking back inside.
ReplyDelete5/31: Groups of people will completely stop what they are doing in order to watch small children meet and interact in the same way people will stop to watch dogs meet and interact.
6/1: It's weird to be invited to a wedding but deemed undeserving of one of the mailed invitations.
6/2: Jesse says, oh yeah, and thrusts a pair of jeans at me with a hole that needs sewing up. Like the concept isn't intuitive to him, too. I ask him if he's got a needle and thread and he says, in disbelief, don't YOU?
6/3 Billy Mitchell triumphs again!
6/4 Who would have thought a library class would be so boring? (This observation hasn't happened on this date yet, but trust me, it will.)
6/2 working hard, staying up late, dead week is a bitch and it is only Tuesday.
ReplyDelete6/3 I read my poems out loud and was applauded. They laughed at my funny poem, and none of that fake, pity laughter...genuine laughter. It was amazing
6/4 Just past midnight...dead week is a bitch, i hope i have enough makeup to cover the circles that have set themselves under my eyes, even though the afternoon sun will melt it all off, thank goodness this is my last dead week.
(Sat) 5/30: This morning I receive a long and incoherent voicemail from a woman with a RESTRICTED phone number. She sounds somewhat like a gypsy fortune-teller.
ReplyDelete(Sun) 5/31: It’s possible that someone, somewhere, would be interested in reading a book called “Social Services in Latino Communities: Research and Strategies.”
(Mon) 6/01: It’s 12:34 in the morning and I wake up with some vague but palpable malaise—not a stomachache, really, but it’s mildly unpleasant, so I take an Advil and go back to sleep. I hope that sends the proper message to whatever’s in there trying to make me sick: Nice try, but I really don’t have time for this.
(Tues) 6/02: Here’s what actually happens. The sand tiger shark "Odontaspis taurus" is a viviparous species, meaning that females give birth to live young rather than lay eggs. I quote Lucifora et al. (2002): “After eclosion [emergence] from the egg envelope, the largest embryo feeds on the smaller ones (intra-uterine cannibalism or adelphophagy), and then grows to birth size by feeding on unfertilized oocytes [egg cells] supplied by the mother (oophagy). As a result of this reproductive mode only one embryo per uterus is born” (553).
(Wed) 6/03: I ordered SO much DNA this morning!
(Thurs) 6/04: From bed, half-asleep, listening to kitchen-noise, it seems as though my sister takes an hour and a half to prepare some buttered toast and milk for breakfast.
6/1 - Does anyone else think that the fad of skinny jeans paired with high boots looks like we've had an invasion of the Gestapo?
ReplyDelete6/2 - I think they thought the music clip did that originally.
6/3 - My stomach doesn't like me on Wednesdays. *shrugs*
6/4 - hahaha... Weird Al must've sped up his rap in "White and Nerdy" 'cause there was no way a person could say all those words normally! I tried...
6/1/09:
ReplyDeleteIf you’ve never taken the 105 Fairhaven bus in the evening then you’re seriously missing out on who is probably the coolest bus driver I’ve ever met. Brush up on your Simpsons trivia beforehand.
6/2/09:
So my friend just bought me a mock Cthulhu/Jesus Fish emblem for my car….sweet.
6/3/09:
I push my teeth together, tightening my jaw and I can feel the pressure being exerted on the tooth. I can’t tell if it’s a cavity and the sharp sensitivity in that delicate layer of enamel just between the grooves makes it a hard problem to ignore. Delicately I bite into the sandwich, trying carefully not to give the festering tooth wound any more bacterial ammo than is necessary.
6/4/09:
If allergies were a person I would eat its children and burn down its house. Miseryyyyyyy.
I know I'm a little late, but hopefully this can make up for some lost time... I've been writing these down, but not posting:
ReplyDelete6/4 - "Waldo! Where's my phone, Waldo?!"
6/3 - That shit-eating grin in the rearview mirror's reflection reminds me exactly why I still keep him around.
6/2 - She knows better than to allow herself to be only his option.
6/1 - Sometimes the lack of motion is sickening.
5/31 - His apology was sincere, sentimental, and exactly what I wanted to hear... but I walked away. How Taylor Swift our lives become.
5/30 - A good night perfectly ruined with one kiss she had demanded months ago.
5/29 - It's just a sidewalk, I swear. It's not going to go all Grandmother Willow on you.
5/28 - Survivor, but Apples to Apples style.
5/27 - Waiting for that little envelope was like waiting for the world to crack open and remind me that as it shook, I could at least still feel something.
5/26 - They argued with precision in their old age, and I knew that although he struck her shoulder in a rough manner, his eyes showed love.
5/25 - How much money is worth the honeybucket dive?
5/24 - He looked at me as I put each of the juice bottles in my hand and walked away from the cooler. That's right, those weren't mine, but I was desperate.
5/23 - We watched the sunrise, tucked ourselves in and heard the honeybucket doors slam. the cows moo and birds chirp.
5/22 - Really now? Our survival depends on two gallons of water, some goldfish, and three half gallons of rum? Captain Jack is nodding in approval from Disneyland.
5/21 - What would Seattle be like with the Film Festival? You don't want to know. Let's just say, Tom Selleck runs a donut shop and Hasselback can take out the garbage like no other.
5/20 - Waiting for the opening gala is like doing the bathroom dance in a dressing room.
5/19 - Death Cab is haunting me. Period.
5/18 - The screen flashed, once, twice, and a third time, but he only stared at it and let that ridiculous pop song keep playing. I shut my phone and walked away.
5/17 - It's kind of awkward to wake up and roll over and there's another guy staring back at me. Even if it is a picture. Wait, I think I know him, we're in history class together, we're suppose to study this afternoon. Ummm...
6/1 - Sometimes neither of us listen, and that is the reason why we're always mad.
ReplyDelete6/2 - I woke up this morning, and I stared at the ceiling. It's 6 AM and the sun is starting to rise, and I have nothing to do but go back to sleep.
6/3 - It seems as if she has almost given up, I can only hope that those feelings aren't contagious.
6/4 - So today at almost 4:51, I was doing a load of laundry, and the motor burned out right before the spin cycles :(.
5/31- This is the only day I’m working this week; I think they are going to fire me.
ReplyDelete6/1- Ahh….It’s June. I’ve gained so much weight.
6/2 On these observations I can’t help but do negative ones.
6/3 My cousin’s coming to town but I have to work on finals.
6/4 Damn cousins and their messed up time zones and not going to collegeness.
6/1 - I am asked to be the sacrificial poet in a slam about five minutes before I am expected to go up. I make something up about fucking a microphone and strange looks ensue.
ReplyDelete6/2 - For most of the day, I feel the effects of drinking a beer that is way past its prime. Possibly even dead.
6/3 - Hotter outside than inside all night. Jackets are a confusing affair.
6/4 - Ever since the first mosquito of the season, I feel bugs on me at all times.
6/1-I have given up everything. Everything is final, and I'm free for a while.
ReplyDelete6/2- Professor Margaritis has a freak attack on the class and refuses to hand out the evaluations. I feel older, like huh...maybe you should have told us how you felt a little earlier? When you first felt it maybe? I do not care for tantrums.
6/3-I get a rejection letter from a magazine, my first real one, my first quality rejection, and I want to send more and it doesn't hurt me at all. But I kind of feel like shouting "FUCK."
6/4- I dislike Jeopardy. I feel let down.
6/2: All my friends offer alcohol when I am having a rough day.
ReplyDelete6/3: Everything becomes too loud all too sudden.
6/4: I don't think I can handle this graduation. I'm not sure if I'll make it through it all.
6/1: I meet with my poetry teacher and he tells me I need to give more examples... I gave many examples... it's not my poem anymore it's his. But i'll do it just to pass the damn class. My life isn't interesting enough so i'll have to make up some. My mom says that she hopes it doesn't ruin my interest in poetry. I said, "to late."
ReplyDelete6/2:last club night. the heat mixed with the stress of the highland games and finals makes everyone cranky and impatient. I laugh awkwardly like usual.
6/3:Two work meetings in one day, they know i'm leaving soon, but no one wants to talk about it.
6/4:turned in my final today. one down two to go.
6/5:I have a lot more stuff then I remembered. I am running out of boxes to pack my stuff up with.