I'm probably not going to get hired anywhere.....and I get sick every time I come home! Damn cat.....even though I love him, his dander is problematic.
I don't miss classes, but I do miss Carebear.
The end.
Is my website working?
Some people tell me they can't click on the handwritten text images like you're supposed to be able to do. I wonder why some people can and some can't...
In other news, I FINALLY finished reading Sons and Lovers.
And now I started reading Another Country (by James Baldwin) on the plane to Texas. (Andrea G. left it at my apartment. I'm going to finish reading it before mailing it to Oregon.)
I know a guy with the last name of Schumann. I don't think he likes me anymore.
Today I made my 666th sale.
Did you guys ever watch this Blind Date parody back in the day (or a couple years ago)?
I just remembered it right now. It's what made me blog.
(I HATE the host of this thang. He's really annoying.)
I think that Propecia might actually be legit and for real.
And that's very funny and very depressing.
You don't want to know how I spent today...
So im going to prom again.
at a diffrent school
some girls asked me. And today they asked me if I was totally disgusted with them asking me becasue thats how i looked. and i was like no but i wasn't expecting to have to go to prom again. they didn't like that to much. i don't think they think i want to go. but kinda i do, i just usually say either something weird or slightly wrong.
o well
girls
Today for work I had to man a station at a science carnival. Despite a day long of standing, it was quite fun. Besides, the post office got me tolerant to 8 hours of standing, so I'm okay with it. So basically, all day I made magic mud and showed it to kids.
Mmm... Everyone's moved out of res except for a few friends. And my building's being shut down for the summer, so I have to move to another one. But that room isn't ready yet, so I'm waiting in this room... one of like 3 people left in this half of the building. The whole thing's so... post-apocalyptic. Doors are swinging open, everything's empty. In the common area, everything's sitting oddly skewed. There are half-finished glasses of iced tea, and plates sitting out with the skeletal remains of a last chicken dinner. Everyone forgot the food they left in the common fridge. It's as if everyone just up and left. Which is kind of what actually happened. It doesn't help that the move-out deadline was in the middle of my work shift, so I left for work and there was still a community here, and when I came back... just me and my friend Izzy. We're hanging out in one of the open buildings, because it's pretty darn depressing here.
Not that there were that many people here last night. Like.... 8 of my friends from res were left last night. We went out for dinner, and when we came back, I commented "Hey guys, aren't you kind of expecting to be greeted by a bunch of people in the common room.... It's just us..." Sigh...
That being said, I'm really ready for the good times this summer. I thought I would dread cooking for myself, but we're all getting kind of excited planning meals and going grocery shopping. I doubt we'll be so excited after the first several meals, but we'll see.... Darn I wish I could stay the whole summer..
I finally went book shopping today. Walking down the street... I felt like time was going slower. Everyone was walking slower. I'm done... I'm not rushing anywhere. It's warm... no one's hurrying to get inside.
It's going to be fun.
There is a place in my mind that I only now realized I have been creating since I was a child. You'll have to bear with me, because as difficult as it is to remember real things that have happened, it's even harder to remember things that haven't happened. Ever since I was little, I've been dreaming of places that do not exist, places which have become woven into an entire collection. Last night, in my dream, I began to live in this world. There were references made to places I had dreamed of before and forgotten, comparisons between these dream places made by my dream mind.
Last night was a particularly strange new place. It began as a nearby park that I had frequented as a child, but as I continued on I passed a place I used to dream about. When I was younger, it had been the carved out side of a mountain, half of which was a beach and half of which was a wave pool. It was now waterless and muddy, with large construction machines idle along the shore. This became the beach that I dreamed of after I broke my arm at the Jersey shore: a cliff of sand that drops down to a violent ocean. I continued through the park and cherry trees became huge tomato plants. Suddenly, my house was in the park. But instead of entering it, I decided to enter a one-storied building that had popped up beside it: it was a maze. This wasn't the first maze I had ever seen in my dreams; I remember a few years ago I dreamt of a line of bungalos on some far-away island that offered endless mazes of rooms once you stepped inside. Like the bungalos, the building twisted and led around to nowhere until finally I entered a small set of offices. I have surely seen these offices before; I remember dreaming about a modeling agency and having run around a huge hall and grandiose staircase connected to tiny offices just like the ones I saw last night. The lighting in the offices was dim, and one door at the end offered an entrance to the foyer of a hotel, where groups of people, some that I knew and some that I've never seen, were congregating. I usually don't see people's faces in dreams, but last night I saw everyone with astonishing detail. I went back into the offices, changed my clothing (for some reason), was asked if I was there for the Vogue casting (I wasn't; to which I was told "You are beautiful"), and went off to find my "boss."
I found my boss, an asian woman of about thirty-five, and she explained what we were doing (putting together a fashion magazine), but never gave me a job to do. I saw an old friend of mine and began to talk to her. We went around together, and at some point I was in my parent's bathroom telling her a story on the phone when she became silent. I asked if everything was okay, and she responded by saying that she didn't want me to tell anyone about the fact that we had been speaking to one another. She explained that I was embarrassing to be associated with.
And then I woke up. What a dream.
Blatantly, right, for all the prom sucking booze hounds, im twice in, TWICE IN, has that slipped. OR has it like all that is accidental slipped so far, SO FAR that this is what IT wanted. Nike, souls, on the bottom of my shoes, how did i become so fortunate how how how. we all are the same, im just so trivial, did i say did i say, how i forgot how this makes me work better, two strikes, but one erased tonight, one, one big strike, fatal strike, but your to perfect to ruin my fantasies, to perfect, mabey, with tucks and all, SO I SHOUT: i want to start a collective
and
everyone
one
by
one
gasped
BUT about my sins, or lack there of, we drown in blogettic boardem (poetry). MUST WE BE SO VAGUE!!!!!!! LIFE IS IMPERSONAL BUT ARE WE NOT HUMAN (i wish there were to levels of capss) ARE WE NOT HUMAN. but more importantly i will have to attend, a function, that, i have attended before this year, but this one is new, and this time females, god bless um, asked, ASKED, me unable to, such cramps in my elbow, such cramps.
New shirt on LyLaCo! OMG!
And I bought a screen printing kit yesterday -- I hope it comes on one of my days off next week.
I also bought two shirts from slowshirts.etsy.com. Check that store out. Thanks to Craig, I now have two of the coolest shirts ever from Slow Loris. Well, I will have them. They're in the mail.
I started crying at the airport yesterday when I learned that my reservation was messed up. I thought I wouldn't be able to come home for my mum's birthday.
Yeah, so I missed the 1:30PM flight.
But I fixed the problem and ended up getting on the 4:15PM flight.
My sisters picked me up. And that was nice.
When we got to my mother's apartment, it was really sweet: when she saw me, she cried out "OH! My son, my son! My son! I've missed my son! Oh my God!" and she felt my stomach and sides and talked about how I've lost weight and gave me all these kisses on my cheek.
It was really sweet. =)
Today she made me breakfast and brought it to me so I could eat it while lying on the couch, watching "Will and Grace". And then we ran some errands and she bought me things, including my FAVORITE glue, a rotary cutter, and some new underwear.
I kinda don't feel like hanging out with any of my friends.
Lying on this sofa and watching television and eating lots of food feels too good.
In other news, Chanel (of Junkprints) made me this shirt that I've been eyeing since before I knew her. It's so boss.
I kinda don't want to take it off. I'm so proud of it. And I like showing it off.
It's getting kinda rank tho cuz I'm sorta smelly... but... y'know.
More later.
How many pair of shoes do you have? Out of those pairs, how many do you wear more than a few times a year?
Submitted by fightinggale.
More accurately, how many have I never worn? Let's see...
1. Black and purple knee-high boots (aka the Boots of Happiness)
2. Tan mid-calf clunky boots
3. Black knee-high lace up boots with ribbons (mid-heel)
4. Burgundy very high heel ankle boots (very expensive, too high to walk in)
5. Black high heel ankle boots with buckle
6. Black snakeskin knee-high boots
7. Black suede knee-high boots (flats)
8. Beige suede mid-calf boots (bought in Australia because I foolishly went on holiday without any boots)
9. Brown mid-calf, wedge heel boots (from Argentina - same reason as above)
10. Black pointy kitten heel, mid-calf boots (v. expensive aka Break-up Boots)
11. Brown pointy kitten heel, knee-high boots
12. Slightly metallic black, knee high, stiletto boots (round toe)
13. Black knee-high clunky boots with buckle
14. Cream knee-high high heeled boots
15. Red patent peep-toe wedges
16. Red silk peep-toe slingbacks
17. Black kitten heels with punched hole patterns
18. Black t-bar shoes (mid heel)
19. Red strappy sandals with flowers on
20. Red suede high heel sandals
21. Black patent brogues (mid heel)
22. Black mary janes with four straps
23. Black and grey (antique Italian leather) high heels with ribbons (very high, very beautiful)
24. Metallic purple adidas pumps
25. Pink and grey adidas pumps
26. Pink converse (in tatters)
27. Tan kitsons with roses on
28. Green suede and leather high heels
29. Electric blue suede wedge sandals
30. Pink polka dot mary janes
31. Pink suede stilettoes
32. Turquoise metallic kitten heels
33. Gold 40's style strappy wedges
34. White and black patent high heel mary janes
35. Black leather pumps with jewels on
36. Purple satin peacock slippers
37. Black velvet and satin stilettoes (too big, too high, only worn at home)
38. Brown high heels with satin bows
39. Purple snakeskin kitten heel mules
40. Satin brocade high heels
41. Gold leather pumps
42. Navy patent high heels
43. Brown pointy flats
44. Black pointy flats
45. Black suede wedge sandals
46. Black suede kitten heel sandals
47. Bronze sandals
48. Turquoise and gold beaded sandals
49. Lilac strappy high heel sandals
50. Brown cord wedges (not very comfortable)
There are probably more but I'm started to rack my brains for them and 50's a nice round number, hey?
