10:07 on a saturday. i've arrived at work, turned on the b&w copier, printers, print station monitors, and fluorescent lights in the drop-in area. we're out of printer paper reserves behind the desk, and i don't know where they're stored. greg will know. he always checks everything when he comes in. makes me feel like i'm not doing my job, but whatever. my job is, basically, to sit here and be polite to people who ask questions. i can't know everything. besides, getting paper would take me away from the desk.

i have friends who threaten to come in and ask me completely ridiculous questions when it's this dull in here. especially about the macs. god forbid anyone asks something mac-specific; there is about one person who works here who can be of any real assistance, and that's the boss, and he's not here on weekends.

so i think i'll try to write some lyrics and contemplate music for awhile. no, really.

why am i trying to write lyrics?

umm, i dunno. we'll just see where it goes, k?

last night, chris and i went to the unleashed concert (student a capella group) to support christine and jen, who are in it. so is danger. they were very good. i was surprised at how much i enjoyed it. they did some weird things, like "uncle john's band," and some pretty normal things, like "the star-spangled banner," "the rose," and "the lion sleeps tonight," but they did them all very well. what really struck me, though, was how clearly they were all having a great time. that's really infectious.

so, um.

i might try to join. or check it out over the summer, if it's going on then. they don't do concerts, so it would be pretty low pressure. i'm not into performing in front of actual people, but singing is fun. christine thinks i am a soprano. eek.

i'd kind of like to be busy. i should get back into martial arts, too. or yoga or something. but i always say that, and when i try, i fuck it up somehow. i can say i coulda-woulda-shoulda stuck with karate all i want, but i didn't, and that's what counts. i think i'm more liable to stick with things if (1) i have friends there -- i didn't in karate because adam didn't join with me, argh -- or (2) i feel i have a personal, singular responsibility to show up and do a certain task -- like work and (i hope) the radio station. i mean, if the show's gonna go on without me, and i'm anxious about being part of it, why would i do it? if i have backup. without backup, i have only excuses, not attendance.

shit. i have "one fine day" stuck in my head. infectious, i tell you.

this is my last saturday at work. i'm taking off next week to be in california. i am so excited. that's gonna be a blast. :)

hmm, food. yesterday i had a bowl of cereal for breakfast and another for lunch. that's bad. fortunately, after class, i went to trader joe's (the bastion of all that is right and good--err, i typed that "food" at first, heh--in the world), and for dinner, chris and i went to the thai-ger room. mmmm. he hadn't been there before, and he got two things he'd never consumed before--pad thai and thai iced coffee. hell, i hadn't had thai iced coffee, and he let me have a sip. wow. so good. i love coffee. i rarely drink it, but i love it. i got something i'd never had before, curry fried rice. it was yummy. two stars was about the right spicy for it, too. some dishes i go for three; others are good at two. i have soooo much leftover. sounds like lunch, yum yum.

after the concert, several of us went to the mix. we were all pretty hyper and amused and acting like freaks, or maybe that was just me. i was hopping and bouncing a lot, which caused my magnetic sunglasses to leap from their cozy shirt pocket and onto the pavement on multiple occasions. fortunately, they appear to have survived without a scratch.

now i'm all sunblocked to sit inside until 2, after which i will go home, eat leftovers, crave coffee, maybe do something productive or help reid celebrate christopher's birthday by eating cake, and head up to the paradox around 6ish.

chris is moving back to the udist tomorrow. rock on, chris! i do not envy you the packing job you must have, but you will enjoy the show tonight.

oh, yes.

webley seedy release. i'm excited (again). i am wearing my nick cave and the bad seeds tshirt in anticipation. hey, i don't have any shirts depicting vegetables, so this is the closest i've got! also, it is a cool shirt. you cannot argue with white-on-black stating simply "nick cave and the bad seeds." ain't nothin' to fuck with. i have cash to purchase the new album and extra if there are other worthwhile goodies (like a tshirt. i would even buy a white tshirt, and i hate wearing white tshirts).

yes, so..i think that's all i've got for now. yay webley! yay california! yay no homework!

yayayayayayayayay, that fucking paper is done.

and the weekend is nigh upon us!

here is my weekend:

tonight, gonna hang out with chris(guy) and get greek food and the mix.

tomorrow, gonna see me some JASON WEBLEY SEEDY RELEASE, woooooooooo! i am getting there EARLY. yeah.

sunday is the season finale of six feet under. that's a party.

and next week i have very little actual work to do, i think, so i should study and stuff but then...!!

california.

:D

i'm getting excited.

and after that it's finalspackingmovingfun!

my mom found jenny and i a silver glitter shower curtain. she ROCKS. that is the first thing we agreed on. not that we had a lot of spats prior to that and it became some sort of common ground, but it was an idea we both ran with. shower curtain? glitter? weird girls? must have it!

YEAH.

i have very little to actually say at the moment. i woke up far too early and now i am awake. i should do some reading for my fucking history class. i have just eaten a bowl of special k with red berries! yum yum.

ok, bye!

listening: quasi - nothing from nothing

quick update, since i really need a break from my paper. it's boring. so boring. and my eyes don't want to be open. especially not to see the fluorescent lights. ugh.

if you hang out at record stores (like i do sometimes), you will notice there are couples who peruse record stores together. it becomes an actual date activity. both have seemingly complementary knowledge of hip, obscure, and/or kitschy records--vinyl records, of course--and soft through opposite sides of the same aisle, holding up one record for the other's approval, smiling and laughing. "do you have this one?" they might ask, or perhaps there's a simple "get a load of this!"-type grin. they're happy hipsters, impeccably dressed.

and i am so jealous.

damn, i wish i could justify blowing cash on records right now. or time. hm. anyway.

back to the drudgery.

by the way! i have updated the about me page and added a link to my photo directory to the sidebar dealie. just in case you were massively interested!

listening: the clash - clampdown

this sunday evening is unusually muggy for seattle, though the temperature hardly seemed to crack the 60s at most. chris, jen, and i spent a chunk of the cloudy afternoon rowing around the arboretum, which was thoroughly pleasant. it was the first time jen came out with us, and i think there will definitely be a repeat. we saw so many baby ducks and geese, as well as plenty of turtles sunning themselves on tree branches poking out of the lake's surface. we had no idea turtles even lived in these waters, but they were everywhere. at one point, a small flock of almost-adult, all female mallard ducks and their parents swam toward us in somewhat of a formation, and we all cooed, "awww..." and then, as if on cue, they all flew up and toward us. we were being attacked by a duck harem. i think they were perhaps upset that we had comandeered the name that was rightfully theirs. (except we're not a duck harem, because we don't go to the university of oregon. heh.)

today is jana's 21st birthday. the other 21+ friends of hers are taking her out dancing and bar-hopping. i went out to dinner with them, too, which felt somewhat awkward because i was the only one under 21 (and therefore not going dancing). it was still good, though, because they're good people. lindsay made me try her 6-layer caramel cake, and i, in turn, allowed her to sample some of my yummy salad. (it had carmelized walnuts, gorgonzola cheese, basil vinaigrette, peach slices, and cherry tomatoes, yum.) they were all driving back to the harem afterwards to change and prepare to go out, but i chose to walk home. it was a lovely evening for the walk home, just this side of chilly and some pretty northwest sunset clouds over the buildings.

i have been neglecting my paper almost all day now. heh.

but i will write an email now anyway. email is better than reading about ray kroc! and so is listening to records. *drool*

listening: the clash - hateful

i just wrote a poem. it is bad, yes, but i need to work on it more to make it hilariously awful.

i can't forget you
but i don't want to let you
back underneath my skin.
there's a problem in
immunity and my system
rejects you every time.
i can't love you
because i'm allergic
to your personality.
i turn red
every time we're together
and it itches all over.
i imagine macrophage
attacking your emotions
and the image makes me laugh,
but i wonder if it's true?