eek! i just got a jury summons. for final exam week. smooth move, randomized king county jury selections!

i am, of course, requesting an undue hardship excuse... yeesh.

listening: the sugarcubes - traitor

sentences for which i have no use, but still suddenly pop into my head, entry 1:

he also enjoys using the internet, but he would prefer it unfettered by the complexities of learning how to spell.

i need to start writing more shit down. maybe eventually i'll become coherent.

listening: modest mouse - talking shit about a pretty sunset (aja's bop!)

apologies that this is turning into the dream journal, but sometimes, the things my unconscious makes up are far more interesting than real life.

i don't remember everything about this one, because it mostly involved people i don't know and to whom i am not sure how i am related.

there was this coffee shop run by a woman i knew. it was huge. i remember thinking i needed to tell my mom about its success and its size. they sold some very delicious baked goods, and it was a sunny day, and i had gone down there to get an espresso-based beverage and decided to indulge on a baked good. the woman working the counter asked if i was ready to order, and i said i needed more time to make my decision. i like to think about these things carefully, but this time my lack of haste was a problem. moments later, a LARGE SCHOOLBUS came driving through the building and somehow maneuvering through the shop without destroying anything. people on the bus were getting all kinds of stuff. i knew one of the people sitting in the front of the bus--it was a guy, about my age--and i wanted to talk to him, but the bus was taking a long time and no one was leaving, so i decided to catch a city bus outside and go to another coffee shop. it was at this point that the dream made it clear i was in new york city, or a suburb thereof, although it didn't really resemble it in any way besides size.

i caught the next bus and let it take me far away, i don't know where. when i got off the bus, i wandered around. there were paths going all sorts of directions; i just walked everywhere. for awhile, i was near some sort of dock or inlet and could see the sun sparkling on the water. then i started looking for the bus that would take me home, only i wasn't sure which bus it was, so i started asking people. somehow, i met this girl, who was short, had dark hair and skin and eyes and a european accent, who said she was jewish. she was very well-spoken and we walked and talked. she was missing someone, too, i think her father. we kept having to dash across the street and avoid oncoming traffic.

sometime, it became dark, and my friend from the large schoolbus arrived with a somewhat heavy box of things. we had to dash across the street together to catch the bus back to home. we missed the bus, but we got a ride with someone. i think maybe my friend had a car--an old truck with a very small cab, to be precise. and then my sister was there. the girl i had met and thought to be at least 19 admitted she was actually 14, and suddenly had a teddy bear, and for some reason her father was going to be upset with her. she wanted to sit in the back seat, with her teddy bear, and i squeezed in the front passenger side with my sister. and that's all i remember.

today, my mom, brother, and sister are visiting me. yay! maybe today will turn out to be a beautiful day like yesterday did.

listening: built to spill - bad light

somuchtodoandsolittletime.

i'm terribly lazy. it's awful.

here is a list of things i need to do sometime in the near future:

1. reading for history
   
2. research reading for history
   
3. reading for psych
   
4. studying for psych
   
5. buying test-taking materials for both psych and history
   
6. coding 20 subjects for the psych lab
   
7. call siff volunteer coordinator
   
8. go apartment-hunting
   
9. find a roommate
   
10. put together stuff for the dj interview
    
11. clean my fucking house because it's starting to gross me out
    
12. clean my fucking room
    
13. not spend a lot of money
    

and that is not even counting things i don't remember right now.

on my way home from the lab awhile ago, i was making up songs about solving problems in advance (such as how to get over the sophomore slump; i don't know why, but a piece of the verse went something like, "i wrote my third album before my first," oh, i think i'm so clever). my brain thinks in very strange tangents all the time. then i came home and remembered all this shit i have to do (see above!!) and my brain starts going, "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?? YOU FANTASIZE ABOUT BEING A ROCK STAR WHEN YOU SHOULD BE CONSIDERING THE FINER POINTS OF FAST FOOD ADVERTISING IN THE 1960s!!!! GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!!!!!!!!" then i get angry with my brain for using so goddamned many exclamation points. i mean, really. that's excessive.

but so, yeah, that, and my complete lack of anything interesting to say, has been the reason i didn't blog for two whole days (!).

oh, i got my quasi and built to spill records in the mail yesterday, but apparently the need 7" was taken out of the order. hmm. and i saw human nature. it was enjoyable. anyway.

listening: quasi - you fucked yourself

last night, i dreamed that i could doodle out the most amasingly intricate things, as though my talent as an artist had gone to waste under layers of apathy, other interests, and guilt to stealing my sister's thunder. for some reason, i was taking the kind of projective test where i had to draw for a certain amount of time and the professional would "interpret" it by free association and such--something we did as an exercise to show how terribly usless these tests are in certain contexts in my section on friday--and i had this huge sheet of paper and a pencil. i just whipped my hand around and these intricate designs and accurate drawings of dozens of animals just appeared. not magic wand-style; i drew them. i don't know, it was kind of cool.

i didn't get to see y tu mama tambien yesterday. i missed the first bus because it came about five minutes early (i fucking hate it when metro does that), but chris didn't. i sat around the bus stop, waiting for the next 7, but at 11:22, it still wasn't there, and at that point, i would definitely miss the beginning of the movie by the time i arrived, so i called chris and told him i was just going home. he already had his ticket, so he saw it. i still need to go see it. i'm sure i will soon enough. but fucking metro! gah.

chris came over later, and after a few hours of just sitting around, listening to music and watching beavis and butthead do america, we had a "talk." you know the kind. maybe. but the purpose was to eliminate awkwardness and still be able to do things we enjoy doing without forcing things to feel some way they aren't, at least not now. (was that vague enough?) he also rightfully asserted that "this" is the kind of thing that makes for perfect writing fodder. hee.

we have to wear nametags at work now. it could be worse. this week is also a week we have to take stats! woo fucking hoo.

i need to start looking for a new place to live. i don't know what i'm doing. sigh.

listening: cat stevens - morning has broken
(fuck you, this was in my hymnal in when i was little and i thought that was so cool because i loved this fucking song. it's a good goddamned song. ok, enough.)

if anyone can tell me anything about this, it would be much appreciated.

listening: 1000 diving robots - the new austin

ok, i should buy some piebald cds. they rocked my socks.

also, i got some mp3s by this band called the holy ghost yesterday, and they were good! problem is that their cd seems to not be available through any of the outlets they mention on their website. i have brought this to their attention via email, and they told me that if it isn't on any of those sites in a week, they will send it to me. either way, i win, but i want the cd! you should check it out, anyway. perhaps they are coming TO A TOWN NEAR YOU soon! heh.

i like music.

some girl named emily emailed me and wanted contributions for some project about emilies she's doing called emily.wafer. hrm. i am contemplating whether or not i want to contribute. i kind of find the prevalence of my given first name unnerving, but then, i don't know what else i would call myself that sticks. i have called myself a lot of other things, but that was temporarily. emily is forever. what *is* in a name, indeed. hrm.

listening: the ramones - commando

i went to a fucking fabulous show last night. my body is still healing from it. i'm sore all over and probably sustained minor hearing damage (to add to whatever other hearing loss i no doubt already had). all the bands rocked me, and there were four of them, so that was impressive. i wanted to buy all their cds, but i didn't have the cash (heh), so i ended up just supporting the one local band that played, minus the bear. these four bands--audio learning center, sunday's best, piebald, and minus the bear--have apparently been touring the west coast together for awhile now, and this was the last night of their tour. and it fucking rocked.

i could go into more detail, but i don't feel like it right now. so nyeh! please ask me (via email or aim or whatthefuckever) if you are quite fond of one of these bands and wish to know more gritty details. and just for the record, i know exactly nothing about most of these bands beyond what i learned at the show last night. i just know they rocked me. (and while they did not physically rock my socks off, there was some definite slouch felt.)

hmm, let's see, what else. i have been dropping cash on new music like crazy. it's my once-every-couple-months splurge because i go insane without new music. i go insane for music, with music, and without it, but really, i'd rather be happy-insane with the music. anyway. besides the minus the bear this is what i know about being gigantic ep i bought at the show last night, i got three other cds at second time around friday night--the ramones ramones mania (i didn't own any ramones before because i'm a fucking loser), the pixies come on pilgrim, and fugazi the argument. i also picked up two lps--neil young after the gold rush and jon spencer blues explosion crypt style. also, i ordered a few things (vinyl) from record companies that should get here eventually--quasi field studies, built to spill there's nothing wrong with love, the need the need 7", and the gossip that's not what i heard. yowza. mmmm, music.

ok. that's enough babbling about happy music things for now. yeah, and aren't the last two entries so happy? yeah. i needed some happy. cos i'm selfish. bleh. i am off to finally go see y tu mama tambien this morning. yay! i should...probably...do some work homework kinds of things somewhere in there... yeah.

listening: minus the bear - pantsuit...uggghhh