yay, tomorrow morning i go to seattle for bumbershoot!! fun! yay! happy!

i need to wait until my laundry is dry before i can pack. i also have to clean my room. woo. i should also repaint my nails or something. blah.

on a happier note, slums of beverly hills is on bravo, i went to see o tonight in yelm with my sister (which was pretty good, considering the genre, though i left my clipon sunglasses in the theater), and i watched about half of best in show again with my parents. god bless movies.

now my upper back hurts. blah.

i got this asian cookbook at costco in astoria and tonight i cooked the chicken with basil and chiles from the thailand section. i threw in a bunch of snow peas for good green measure. mm. again i have spiciness on my fingers from chopping chiles. wonderful. that's a meal i'll have to cook again and often. i was trying to think of interesting ways to vegetarianize it for my roommates--bunches of veggies, using chunks of tofu or grilled eggplant instead of the chicken... mm, eggplant is always good...

the only bad thing i can see about the cookbook, besides its being british and confusing in that aspect, is that the thailand section has no recipe for phad thai. not that it's a difficult dish to make, but i'd like a nice, "authentic"-pointed recipe. ah well.

i have nothing to say lately. all my words come up in conversation and vanish as quickly with the click of a button. the television's frantic pace induces frantic thought comments that rarely see past the edge of my brain and through my fingers. sometimes i think that's for the best, but then i remember: what good is a writer who doesn't write?

i'm really tired, and i just took a nap with the same angry thoughts occupying my thoughts when i fell asleep as when i awoke. i'm trying not to let to get it get to me or dwell on it or anything, but it's hard. some people have the power to idly say shit that will stick with me, and i'm never quite sure why.

on a related note, why the fuck do some people think it's okay to have no goddamned respect for other peoples' privacy? and why do we all tiptoe around some issues, in public, and never address them directly, person to person? in short, if you have shit to say to me, say it to me. emphasis on each word individually. but jesus, no goddamned respect!

tired!

on a happier note, this weekend is bumbershoot. i finally got around to printing out a schedule grid for saturday-monday and highlighting acts i want to see. i can crash at jana's if i don't mind sharing the living room with her friend robin, whom i've never met but jana thinks i'll like, and her parents are going to the festival as well, driving their big van in which we can all get rides. fabulous. kevin, the bay area n00ner of "hmm"-ing fame, should also be in attendance, though it may be left to chance if we actually meet up or not. i said i'd wear 'rock hen roll' on saturday, so maybe he can find me.

i should buy a good pair of earplugs. the hearing loss suffered at the hands of the mighty need at yoyo was enough to convince me of that. (it was well-earned hearing loss, of course...)

blah. i'm tired! goddamned body thinking 9:30 is a perfectly keen time to rise and walk.

what a boring day. ah well. tomorrow i have the exciting pleasure of cooking some thai-style chicken for dinner. oh boy.

i gotta take life's joys one at a time, or i'll be worn out. oops, too late.