le sigh. je suis seule et ennuyeuse.
but. kat is coming over!
my friends are so good to me (yes you are).
AND i think i am going to have enough money for rent, hoorah!
maybe i should just be a stripper and then i wouldn't have to worry about money any more.
hah. i think i'm a bit too chunky for that profession.
i was going to be a phone sex operator, but you have to have a land line...
oh well. i will scrape by somehow.
also, i can't stop listening to "building nothing out of something." it is addictive and beautiful.
Friday, May 30, 2008
(i'm going nowhere, but i'm guaranteed to be late)
life is already dull and boring without the bright spot of aly in it.
i really need to get to fucking work on my class. maybe now i will be able to accomplish something on it, while being lonely and all.
i went to the weigh and pay today to kill some time before work. to me, going to the weigh and pay is a joyous and rapturous experience unlike any other shopping excursion. pawing through the giant, heaping bins of early '90s laura ashley-esque floral dresses and size XXL purple denim vests just soothes me. call me materialistic if you must, but rifling through the dirty plastic tubs of mismatched shoes, richard simmons cassette tapes, and stained stuffed animals is some sort of cathartic experience for me. sometimes my weigh and pay trips are fruitless, producing no important thrifting finds. other times, like today, i find '80s scrunch boots, "the home veterinarian's handbook," a swiss air bag, a great pair of shoes for Kt, a little girl's mary-kate and ashley skirt (for kat, perhaps?), a pair of great aviators, a fucking awesome watch that just needs a battery, and a really cute purple kensie-girl top that i swear i saw in one of their ads in a magazine. fuck yeah. all this for 8 bucks, too.
oh shit, i am late for work.
i really need to get to fucking work on my class. maybe now i will be able to accomplish something on it, while being lonely and all.
i went to the weigh and pay today to kill some time before work. to me, going to the weigh and pay is a joyous and rapturous experience unlike any other shopping excursion. pawing through the giant, heaping bins of early '90s laura ashley-esque floral dresses and size XXL purple denim vests just soothes me. call me materialistic if you must, but rifling through the dirty plastic tubs of mismatched shoes, richard simmons cassette tapes, and stained stuffed animals is some sort of cathartic experience for me. sometimes my weigh and pay trips are fruitless, producing no important thrifting finds. other times, like today, i find '80s scrunch boots, "the home veterinarian's handbook," a swiss air bag, a great pair of shoes for Kt, a little girl's mary-kate and ashley skirt (for kat, perhaps?), a pair of great aviators, a fucking awesome watch that just needs a battery, and a really cute purple kensie-girl top that i swear i saw in one of their ads in a magazine. fuck yeah. all this for 8 bucks, too.
oh shit, i am late for work.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
my mama told me there'd be days like this.
sometimes i feel really uncomfortable in my own skin- out of place and out of touch.
and other times (occasionally intersecting with the aforementioned times) i feel like i am at a loss for words.
there is so much that i want to say but i am unsure of the words with which i would say it. i just don't know how, or when, or why i would anyways.
awkward, much?
anyways. i am going to miss aly this coming month. but i can only hope that she has the time of her life in france. you will be sorely missed, ma belle!
and other times (occasionally intersecting with the aforementioned times) i feel like i am at a loss for words.
there is so much that i want to say but i am unsure of the words with which i would say it. i just don't know how, or when, or why i would anyways.
awkward, much?
anyways. i am going to miss aly this coming month. but i can only hope that she has the time of her life in france. you will be sorely missed, ma belle!
Monday, May 26, 2008
come on, mood shift, shift back to good again.
(come on, chemicals).
having just spent a deliriously happy weekend with my significant other, i realized today that my room feels empty without him in it.
distance is no fun. but it's all worth it, completely and utterly.
i have never dated such a person before in my life- someone mature and caring; someone fun and generous; someone intelligent and witty and handsome and creative.
in case you couldn't tell, i am head over heels here.
and, for once, i am not even worried about the state of my relationship, which is a nice change from, well, every other relationship i have ever had. i feel secure, stable, oh god...happy?
yeah, like i said, a nice change. i just hate living 60 miles away from him, as we don't get to see each other nearly as much as i'd like.
but. i am one stubborn motherfucker and i am not going to fuck this one up, let me tell you.
in other news, i think that a posse of my exes are conspiring against me and plotting a coup. just fyi. the time may come when we must fight them, like the zombie incarnations of hardcore kids. shit.
having just spent a deliriously happy weekend with my significant other, i realized today that my room feels empty without him in it.
distance is no fun. but it's all worth it, completely and utterly.
i have never dated such a person before in my life- someone mature and caring; someone fun and generous; someone intelligent and witty and handsome and creative.
in case you couldn't tell, i am head over heels here.
and, for once, i am not even worried about the state of my relationship, which is a nice change from, well, every other relationship i have ever had. i feel secure, stable, oh god...happy?
yeah, like i said, a nice change. i just hate living 60 miles away from him, as we don't get to see each other nearly as much as i'd like.
but. i am one stubborn motherfucker and i am not going to fuck this one up, let me tell you.
in other news, i think that a posse of my exes are conspiring against me and plotting a coup. just fyi. the time may come when we must fight them, like the zombie incarnations of hardcore kids. shit.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
love rhymes with hideous car wreck.
man, do i love the blood brothers. it is so refreshing to listen to a band that you haven't listened to in a while and just appreciate it all over again like you were listening to it for the first time, while still knowing all of the words. i'm not even a big hardcore fan (if you can even call them that), but sometimes i need to thrash around a bit in my mess of a room.
i feel like everyone else that i know with a blog makes it so poetic and inspired, whereas my style of blog-writing is casual and confessional. i wish i could write something beautiful and fluid, but alas, today is not that day.
also, the system hates me, apparently. ahcccs/ap-ipa is refusing to pay for two of my doctor's visits in january and i am having to deal with a bunch of bureaucratic bullshit right now, while still avoiding the credit collection agency's calls. someday i will be forced to deal with this and take responsibility like the mature adult i don't want to be, and it won't be pretty. in addition, i am having a hard time getting my (very crucial) prescriptions filled at the pharmacy, and i am terrified that my (low-income, government-provided) insurance is fucking up. maybe i should just move to canada.
despite all this, life is still pretty good. rather, aly and i are manifesting its goodness.
in other news, the apocalypse may be coming. see me for details.
i feel like everyone else that i know with a blog makes it so poetic and inspired, whereas my style of blog-writing is casual and confessional. i wish i could write something beautiful and fluid, but alas, today is not that day.
also, the system hates me, apparently. ahcccs/ap-ipa is refusing to pay for two of my doctor's visits in january and i am having to deal with a bunch of bureaucratic bullshit right now, while still avoiding the credit collection agency's calls. someday i will be forced to deal with this and take responsibility like the mature adult i don't want to be, and it won't be pretty. in addition, i am having a hard time getting my (very crucial) prescriptions filled at the pharmacy, and i am terrified that my (low-income, government-provided) insurance is fucking up. maybe i should just move to canada.
despite all this, life is still pretty good. rather, aly and i are manifesting its goodness.
in other news, the apocalypse may be coming. see me for details.
Friday, May 16, 2008
sparkling clementine.
i wonder if the word "blog" is feminine or masculine.
anyways. i feel like that big sign of a jackrabbit in joseph city that just says "here it is" is very appropriate. because here is my new blog, all ripe and for the picking.
anyways. i feel like that big sign of a jackrabbit in joseph city that just says "here it is" is very appropriate. because here is my new blog, all ripe and for the picking.
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