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December 28th, 2004
Merry New Year to Me!
I just got my guitar yesterday (won it on the 16th on Ebay)! I LOVE it! It's PINK! A salmon pink girls'-size acoustic guitar. *LOL* I've hated pink for my entire life, but for some reason, when I saw it, I HAD to have it. Ryan didn't want to stop playing with it last night, even to watch a movie. At first, I don't think he liked it, but then he started playing blues and he *loved* it. It twangs and whines and sounds sad and boxy. He says I have to be a blues musician now. *giggle* A blueswoman with a pink guitar. How absurd. It fits me perfectly. :D Right now, the only song I know how to play is House of the Rising Sun. I'd better build up my repertoire.
Current Music: I Want to Die - Jolie Holland
December 24th, 2004
: My #1 result for the SelectSmart.com selector, Lord of the Rings Dwelling Selector, is Rivendell
Ahhh... To sleep in a real bed...
So, Ryan and I are on vacation... across the street. *LOL* Yes, yes, that is correct. I am vacationing *at work*, one block from my apartment. But, get this: there are bathtubs here, and beds that consist of more than a futon on the floor. There's even free coffee and a SAUNA!!! I'm in heaven.
Current Music: Medulla - Bjork
December 15th, 2004
Einstein is my personal Jesus
I love PBS. Nova is a religious show for me. I beg you all to watch The Elegant Universe (the first installment was on last night, so you'll have to see that one online) next Tuesday at 8pm, and then again the next week. I have never seen my own personal religious beliefs summed up so perfectly. I thought I was going to have a brain aneurysm from sudden enlightenment. And then I had to stay up past my bedtime so I could write down all the ideas pouring out of my mind before I forgot them. I was in ecstasy. I felt One with the Universe. God, I love String Theory.
December 14th, 2004
From irritating to FUN with the help of alcohol
SO, yesterday, after I slept in and got to work 20 minutes late, my day got even BETTER. I go home after work, only to discover that in my hurry to leave, I'd forgotten to grab my apartment keys. So I was locked out. No big deal. I called to find out what my student loan bill total is, and then read a letter, then decided to go outside and check my transmission fluid. So I head to the parking lot and see a giant red puddle under my engine. Transmission's leaking. I just spent $50 to replace a headlight last week. I'm broke. So then, I get a phone call from a friend and I'm telling her about my money troubles, car troubles, boy troubles, and then I see one of the Oracle Shack guys walk past the door. He says he needs to talk to somebody at the Alley for a minute, but then I can hang out with him. Hooray! So, the guy he needs to talk to is on the phone, and my tab is still open from Friday night, so I get a beer. I'm halfway through it, and a bell rings. A round! So I get a free shot of Jager. Please note that the purse I'd left at home, containing my keys, also contained my lunch money. So I'd eaten nothing all day. Suddenly, my bare toes were warm. Ahhhh... alcohol... So we walk to the Oracle Shack, and I knit and take a nap until I get a call from Ryan, saying I can get the keys from him. What a lovely day. :)
December 13th, 2004
So very sleepy
I stayed up too late on Friday, and then I stayed up too late on Saturday, and then I stayed up too late on Sunday. So then I woke up at 6:48 am this morning. I'm supposed to be at work at 6:30. The first bus gets in at 6:45. Luckily, the manager had opened and seemed to be in a good mood. She just laughed and said not to worry about it. *sigh of relief* But I am definitely going to bed on time tonight. I was up on Friday for the Oracle Shack show. I got to rock out with the Farm Chicks- all the girlies from MaryJanesFarm showed up, and, coincidentally, so did two former employees, plus me, making a total of... eight? Eight, I think. And I also saw a girl from church and her boyfriend, and all the O.S. girlfriends were there. I felt like I knew everybody. That happens, oh, I'd say never. So that was fun. Then, Saturday, I babysat for five and a half hours, and then we went grocery shopping (yea for 24-hour grocery stores!). Then, YESTERDAY, I stayed up just to listen to cassette tapes of Ryan and one of his sisters that was made back in the seventies. It was pretty cute. :) He's recording them to cd's for Christmas presents. Anyway, I'm exhausted now. I want to go home and take a nap, but I've got to walk to the bank, then check my transmission fluid (my van keeps shifting randomly between "drive" and "neutral" while I'm driving down the road...), then possibly buy transmission fluid and a brake light... ahhh... fun. I may do laundry, too. The fun never stops. *lol*
December 6th, 2004
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November 24th, 2004
Oi. So many blogs.
Lalala...! I feel so CLEAN! My Dreadlock Rasta Guru had imposed a one-week no-shower restriction on me, and although it's only been five days, I HAD to do it. And I feel great now. Hoorah. Except my eyes. I cooked with hot peppers last night, and even though I washed my hands very thouroughly, taking out my contacts hurt like hell. And it still vaguely stings...
Excitement of the day: my mom is coming up from Grangeville for Thanksgiving and will be arriving on the bus (I'm the bus ticket agent in Moscow, so she's coming straight to my workplace) at 2:25. I'm excited. I love company. Although I did forget to wash the kitchen floor yesterday, so I'll feel a little bad when she comes inside... So it goes.
Anyway, I feel bad because I skip around between blogs and so they all have large gaps in them. But I'll try to keep this one up...
Okay. That's all. If you live in Moscow, go out and enjoy the rain while it lasts!
Current Music: local rock station
November 10th, 2004
So, I walked down to Mother's Imports last night. The girl that owns the place had helped me with my dreads, and I wanted to give her a book to say thank you. And I did, and she was so happy she hugged me (I'm not used to being hugged by nearly-strangers, but it made me happy that she liked it), and I smiled all the way home. But, as I was crossing the last street before my apartment, I see this lady walking out of the alley where I live, holding my cat. My cat! So I stop, cock my head to the side, raise an eyebrow. And she stops, looks uncomfortable and says, "uuuhhh... Is this your cat?" And I said, "Yeesssss..?", and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say next, and she drops him (he hates being held and was semi-struggling) on the ground and says that another woman has just gone to call the Humane Society, and I was like, "Well, I live here, and this is my cat, and he hangs out here every day." And she says, "Well, he didn't have a collar..." "He kicks it off." "Oh, well, we thought he looked a little underfed; skinny, maybe." And my eyes bulge to dinnerplate porportions. This is a fourteen pound cat, folks. He is the opposite of skinny. The first thing I named him, before changing it to Rygel, was Lard Ass. So I laugh at her, pick up my cat and leave. Stupid people. But, anyway, I knitted him a new collar last night (a tighter-fitting one) and added a tag that says "Yes, I really live downtown."
Current Music: Stay Human (Spearhead)