well, we're not old enough to get into bars (i have another year + one month; christine has a bit longer still), but we're going to attempt people-watching at coffee shops on the ave tonight. sound fun?

and, of course, whomever we can get to join us to watch the meteor shower in this light-polluted city around 2am...

it's a very sunny morning, almost 9am, here in seattle. not a cloud in the sky. i was up until way past my bedtime, and here i am, wide awake and sitting at the computer.

what's wrong with this picture?

two beautiful webley songs from the 2001 halloween show (from mark whybark, who graciously provided a way for me to download 2 cds' worth of the concert set in a convenient .tar file):

broken cup
southern cross

yup, here's hoping for a new album when he comes back from being lost at sea...
(edited 2/26/02 to remove links to mp3s...sorry!)

becky sent me this link today. it is really amusing. as she said, "redo it forever!" i love becky.

i'm having a hard time today, and i'm not entirely sure why. there's a flood of words in my head, most of which don't lend themselves immediately to sentences, and they're trying to gush out of my eyes. really. i went to check my stupid mailbox awhile ago because i'm expecting a couple *happy* things--a cd and some postcards from my mom--which i would've thought might possibly be here by now, but i got there and all that was in my stupid fucking mailbox was a slip of paper stating that there was going to be trench work on the little road between steven's court and mercer. as i walked away, i damn near fucking cried. why, i don't know. i do not give a shit about trench work on a street i seldom have reason to walk. i cannot expect the mail to be delivered at a remotely timely manner anymore after the whole 'anthrax' thing. my computer is being a total bitch and i'm feeling kind of empty, despite the cookies on which i have just gourged myself. i'm having these mini crises-of-self and what i'm doing, where i'm going, what the fuck do i care about, if anything at all, and then i can't help but think that it's just some shitty pms brain chemistry bullshit and it ultimately means fuck all.

tomorrow is a math 120 test i should study for, if i can force myself to concentrate and not touch the computer long enough to get through a review sheet or something. i have a psych test monday, too, and it should be hard, and i have a lot of stuff to memorize, but i can't apply myself just yet. i need to pick up a psych major application and talk to an advisor in communications about majoring in journalism. procrastination is takin' me hiiiigher.

on the upside, i've picked up of human bondage again for the first time in a few months, but it, too, is pretty depressing. i'm about 70 pages from the end (at page 530 or so, heh), so maybe i'll finish it soon. probably not, though, because i have a lot of reading for english this weekend, too. yippy, another go at plato's symposium and some passages from the new testament. i might enjoy this more if it weren't for a class, much as i really love my teacher, my heart's just not in it. bleh. ...so how was this supposed to be an upside, again...?

i am not going to eat these last two cookies. nope. no way. they stay in the box. fuck.

there's a leak in the roof over our living room. anna and chris found out the hard way when they turned on the one crappy, fluorescent overhead lamp in there and it crackled. they then attempted to remove the plastic light fixture cover and realized it was pretty heavy and dripping--gee, water? so now there's the maintenance guy's bucket sitting in there to collect water and the large soup pot next to it with the yellowish water collected before he arrived. the real dixer-upper dude hasn't shown up yet. woo.

i really need to start buying cat cookies again. i've been absolutely fiending for junk food--crunchy, chocolate, sweet--lately and i didn't buy any really good junk food this week. well, i bought my balance/clif bars, but that does not really count. that is a midday protein burst and snack. cat cookies are perfect for munching--2g of fat for 15 of the things. very satisfying. very unlike these things that i went out and impulsively bought at panties just now, these snackwell's mint creme cookies that claim to be all low-fat and shit, but realistically, they're not. because the low fat comes form being 3.5g of fat for two cookies. TWO! HA! do not fuck with me, o piddly two cookies. two cookies do not satiate craving.

so even on the days i think i'm doing really well for the not-eating-superfattening-meals thing, i go and fuck it up with junk food. DAMN YOU, SWEET TOOTH!

no, really, i do need to improve my eating habits. and my exercising habits, but that will have to come with time. yeah, who will need rich, homemade-from-fucking-scratch brownies when i can have raisins and fresh fuji apples, eh? blah. each have their goddamned place, it's just that lately, the place for raisins and apples has been when i'm at pike's place market, surrounded by beautiful, bountiful produce, and i think, "oh, how lovely a bag of grapes would taste," so i buy some, eat half, then promptly forget them when i get home. eating right is the hard thing, and sometimes the hard thing just isn't worth doing until you're 40 years old and realize that your body is decaying from all those years of caloric abuse. that's when it's even fucking HARDER but yet more PRESSING to make a lifestyle change, and believe me, for me, that day will come if i don't pull myself together.

right, right. everything in moderation. i'm not good at that...

hi. i love meesh, too!

so i'm facing kind of a dilemma. about my intended majors.

well, actually, only one of them. i'm very secure in my desire to major in psychology. never before has science appealed to me until it was filtered through the beautiful lense of psychology. mm.

my other intended major was english, with an emphasis on creative writing. i'm rethinking that because, while i do want to write, i hate literature courses that require analysis. film analysis i enjoy, but literary? ugh. i don't know why, i just hate it. i want to write. i don't think i would major in cinema studies, which is one of two things i enjoy enough to consider, but i am strongly considering journalism. that would mean i'd graduate with a degree in psychology and communications, which sounds *inane.* well, as inane as a college degree can sound, i guess. but it would be more likely to give me strong writing skills that are not only interesting to me personally, but applicable to a career, even if i didn't become a journalist. they would be more technical writing skills and tie in *much* better with psychology in that way. i have always admired the shit out of journalists. movies like all the president's men made me coo with admiration. i need another adjective in one of those sentences, but the point is, i have a soft spot for individuals in the media. media fascinates me.

on the other hand, english sounds very good to me. i would become well-read, have more time to work on extended writing projects, maybe even fiction... i don't know. journalism would be a lot of work and probably force me to go outside myself--probably a good thing. english would be kind of an easy way out, in a way. gah. i also have a feeling journalism is a lot more, uh, competitive, and while i have the grades for it, i am not a competitive person. the classes sound super-interesting, though. much moreso than the 30 credits of literary periods i'll need to take some short story-writing classes in the english department.

i should probably talk to some advisors about this, but, hey, people who know me? what do you think?

today was just another monday-tuesday in rainy seattle. very, very rainy. really great, drenching rain. at least it wasn't a death day.

trader joe's never has frozen pineapple anymore. this makes me so sad. they always have mangoes, but where's the pineapple love? i ask for so little and spend so much.

i think they didn't have frozen chicken fajitas today, either. boo-hoo!

i told mike to go there. he is now addicted to hummus. i am amused.

i'm really tired today, and i did fuck-all today. i went to class and trader joe's. that was the extent of my effort. oh, and i took the trash out and checked mail around 6pm, in the dark, in the rain, in my flip-flops. i even got to sleep in. i don't know what's up with that.

gilmore girls was on tonight! woo! the one hour to tv i watch a week now that enterprise has managed to bore the living shit out of both me and my nerd friend adam. they either need more soft porn, a new fucking theme song, preferably symphonic like all the other star treks, but anything that's not diane fucking warren will do, or an interesting plot. i feel like a dork for watching the wb with my one hour of tv whoredom, but damn, what a way to go. it's so rewarding. i sit there and talk to my mom on icq and we laugh at the tv (honest, the logs include several lines of "HAHAHA!" and its variants) and she tells me that rory = me and so on and so forth. it's happy. happy happy idiot box mom-daughter love time. yay!

my roommates and i are going to host kind of a dinner party, only there will likely be a shit-ton of people, so we'll probably try to do it potluck style. well, we'd make the main dishes, then ask guests to bring bread, salad, wine/beverages, dessert, that sort of thing. easy stuff. anyway, should be fun! yay, parties. i've never really hosted one like that before... only, like, random movie-and-laughter gatherings and birthday parties (which were essentially the same thing in the end) where we ate a lot of candy and pizza. fabulous, but smaller scale, and i haven't had one since coming to college, so this will be different. whee.

oh, and it's kind of my birthday party, too. we'll at least mention that my birthday is somewhere around there and we're celebrating it, though i don't expect or desire any presents. woo. i don't need anything else. well, except maybe a digital camcorder or a rekkid player. and some random entertaining items. but, y'know, whatever.

i love offie!

heh, my brother showed me this site tonight, which contains such gems as FRISBEETARIANISM - The belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck. i love that so much, i think it's my new religion.

i, uh, should say that there is kind of a story behind the muppet babies inclusion.. one, it's from muppets take manhattan, if the name rings a bell but you weren't quite sure which corner of your childhood it's stuffed into, and many in the harem have been singing it like crazy lately. it's terribly catchy!

and i'm gonna be a movie star
and i'm gonna learn to drive a car
i'll be a veterinarian, too,
and i'm gonna always love youuuuuu...

really, though, the best line is i'm gonna do neurosurgery on your brain!, but i couldn't remember all the words that lead up to it, so a blockquote wouldn't work. damn.

i'm thinking of a groovy mix cd for a party. i want some semi-eclectic, good music that would be good to dance to, that i could make flow together, and that wouldn't be annoying to listen to if you weren't dancing. these are some random songs that i have noted as possibly being acceptable. any suggestions? comment, please!

talking heads - take me to the river
dzihan & kamien - smile
lucinda williams - can't let go
quannum - i changed my mind
rolling stones - sympathy for the devil
van morrison - brown eyed girl
beautiful south - look what i found in my beer
ben folds five - army
dj krush feat. eri ohno - mind games
lamb - bonfire
iggy pop - passenger
magnetic fields - no one will ever love you
muppet babies - and i'm gonna always love you
reverend horton heat - big red rocket of love
weezer - buddy holly
1000 diving robots - la la land
djs shadow & automator - ganges a go go

HMM. it would seem that the link to the archives at the bottom of this page gives you the option only to look at entries you can currently see. i swear there are entries dating back to july or something, and i imagine this is an error which blogger will correct itself. RIGHT, BLOGGER? goooooooooood blogger. *pets blogger*

now you'll have to listen to me and i don't have a thing to say!

just meditating on the strangeness of multimixedmedia--the way we can't watch straight music videos, or the news, or anything without so many pieces of random information, scattered across space-time, assaulting our senses at once that only the snazziest bits capture our attention long enough to process and maybe even remember. yup, meditatin'.

meditatin' and eatin' ice cream. yup, sweet, delicious ice cream. some good ol' safeway select light (or is it fat free or whatever? i have no idea) chocolate chip cookie dough. it's good. they were out of cookies and cream, which makes me sad, but this works. yup, i eat too much junk food.

yup, and my roommates are going to the opera. and i'm not, cos... i am not that cultured. opera? mehhh. whatever, i'm lame. i'd fall the fuck asleep.

meditatin' on that whole commercial nature...

testing a comment feature (blogback)...

holy fuck. people like this exist? it amuses and frightens me on so many levels...