Yeah!

Happy Birthday, Cullen!

Hungry.

I have one dollar. And I'm getting sort of tired of cream cheese and spinach sandwiches.

I've been drinking a lot more lately and making an ass out of my self a lot more. This needs to stop.

Tad and I (and his friend) were up until 4 a.m. last night, while Tad played d.j. and did air guitar. It was a pretty good time.

Today at 5 marks the end of my vacation (I had yesterday and this morning off) and i'll be working a fuck ton. Here's a little look-see at my schedule:

Tonight:5-10ish
Wednesday: 9-4, 530-10(ish)
Thursday: 9-4, 5-10(ish)
Friday:9-4, 530-12(ish)
Saturday:9-4, 5-12(ish)
Sunday: Harvest dinner! <--- which is going to be totally fun, but I totally have to be up and at 'em before 9 to get things started.

I'm probably going to be fairly cranky, so if you don't want to hear me whine, then I suggest staying at a reasonable distance.

Still hungry. If you want to buy me lunch today, let me know!

P.S. I'm almost finished with Everything is Illuminated, and it really is one of the best books I've ever read. Ever. I really hope this book club thing works out because there's really only one thing I like better than drinking and talking about books.

My life's soundtrack, according the shuffle on iTunes.

Opening Credits: The dream of Evan and Chan by Ben Gibbard
First Day At School: Hell Hound on My Trail by Eric Clapton
Falling In Love: I am trying to break your heart by Wilco (Ha!)
Breaking Up: The battle of evermore by Led Zeppelin
1st date: My mathematical mind by Spoon
Prom: My Party by Kings of Leon
Life's OK: Dropkick the punks by The Faint
Driving: Small figures in a vast expanse by Rilo Kiley
Flashback: I think I need a new heart by The Magnetic Fields
Getting Back Together: War of Man by Neil Young
Wedding: Mean Mr. Mustard by The Beatles
Final Battle: Fix You by Coldplay
Death Scene: Robbers by The Cold War Kids
Funeral Song: House of Cards by Radiohead
End Credits: Problems by The Sex Pistols

So, that's pretty funny.

I almost forgot! (these aren't in order, because I'm bad at the internet)

The dining room, ish.

My new bike! 25 dollars!
One of the several maps in the house. And the front door. And part of the couch.
The view from the front porch, where I sit. A lot.
The front of the house!
A peek into my room.
My room!
My pretty doorknob!
The bathroom. It's lavender.
The living room!


Woo!

I would really like a sandwich.

I had a whole post written out, and then the stupid internet stopped working and it didn't save.

I just had to sneeze but yawned instead. A very weird sensation.

Anyway! I've been sort of ill the past few days, but that, my friends, has not kept me from rocking hard. It is in fact a full moon and I cannot be held responsible for my actions.

I feel so much better now that I'm riding a bike again (sans the weird tingling sensation I have in the muscles I haven't used in about a year). I've stopped wearing make-up and am still going strong on my meatless diet. I feel really good, except that constant "I feel like I have to sneeze but the fucker won't come out, feeling".

I've also started working two jobs again, which feels more comfortable. Plus! this job has totally sweet benefits. Like, a free six-pack of beer a week. And free shows. And I'm surrounded by hippies. Ah, home. Although, it will never, ever replace Grateful Bread. I really want some soup. Will someone send me some Morroccan tomato and a cheese scone please?

In other news, I'd like to give a KFRX dedication to Helen Cooper and Keeley Dunn. 'Cause them girls are kicking August's ass.

I need a haircut in a really bad way.

What kind of fuckery is this?

I'm fairly certain that a good sign of my hair being too long is that it gets caught in my armpits. Like, a lot. Gross.

I'm going to the farmers market in the morning to get flowers to pretty this place up.

Sleeeeepy. More tomorrow.

I wouldn't care if I was dead if I had the chance to hold your hand

All moved in. I'll post some pictures soon as I fancy the place up. And maybe a photo shoot with my bald roommate.

We ate sushi last night. It was long overdue.

Had beers with the dreamy boy.

I have to take a drug test tomorrow for the Bell's job. Eek.

Hopefully I get my bike back this week.

Before I moved yesterday my phone soaked up some condensation. BOOO. So, please please please send me your phone number or something if you ever want to be friends again.

Hungry.

Preparedness

I don't think I've been prepared for anything in my life and I'm definitely not prepared for moving on Wednesday. My tiny one bedroom is chock full of shit. I'm going to try to make this move as temporary as possible.

I don't own any Jason Mraz albums or anything, but whenever I hear him on the radio or whatever, I can't help but bob my head around and do a goofy dance (Helen Cooper can back me up on this). I don't think I will ever get over my tiny crush on pop music.

I'm going to a going away party for someone I don't know today with my mom.

As much as I really don't want to move out and start spending money again, I am sort of excited to have a little bit of my own space. Or, I guess better said, I'm more excited to not have to report back to anyone if I don't come home at night. And! I'll have the convenience of being able to walk anywhere I need to go downtown. I miss that about Lincoln.

Things with The Dreamy Boy never went anywhere. I think I've finally laid it to rest. Until he looks at me again, anyway.

Does anyone else hate that its already August? Where the fuck did summer go?