I'm terribly happy right now, really. We have a nice house, with a handy man who reminds me of bill murray in caddyshack and speaks in a roatation of three different accents- the british, the southern, and what he calls his "dumb" voice. he also works very slowly, which is why there is still a laundry list of things for him to fix. We have a sort of yard, more like a patch of hardpan, and the yard is bordered by our house, the next door house, an alley, and the street. naturally, tons of people cut across our yard with no shame. I can be standing there, giving them the evil eye, and they just mosey on across. There are also a fair amount of bums in the neighborhood, but they seem to be really nice bums. For example, I had my scooter parked in the front yard-like area, and these two bums came up to me. One says- "do you have a car, honey?" I am slightly puzzled, and I point to the scooter, saying that i ride it. The bum looks at me very seriously, and says "baby girl, you be careful. You got a helmet? You need to wear a helmet on that thing" I assure him that I have a helmet, the he continues "well, do you have a jacket?" assurances on that front as well "well, I want you to take care of yourself, honey, you hear?" The nicest bum I've ever met.

Today, in the shower, as I was soaping my armpit, I noticed that i could create an enormous bubble by slowly extending my elbow from my waist, keeping my hand on my hip, creating a film of soap stretching from my side abdomen all down my arm. It was so cool! I will have to explore the potential of enormous shower bubbles at a later date.

MSN.COM is truly a site for morons. todays top headlines:
world cup scores
britney spears's dateline interview
inhaling helium: dangerous?
that helium thing really puts it over the top.

tall skinny guys with bob dylan hair keep appearing in my dreams. Did I mention hot?
8 days till moving. I try to start packing. I have a lot of stuff for someone so young.

We've finally found a house i like, but Jared isn't so sure about it.
It's right near my work, which isn't exactly a charming neighborhood. It's not dangerous, but there are roving groups of drunk bums and basically, it's a cheaper neighborhood. Its' also a little farther from class for both me and jared- but again, really close to my work. It's a nice 3 bedroom house that we can actually afford. It's got hardwood floors and a basement storage area that my parents have said they'd like to rent from us, so that'll take a hundred or so off of rent. Also- the basement would be a great art studio area! It's also got a brand new kitchen. It's really a good deal for the price, aside from the neighborhood. I guess 2 people don't really need 3 bedrooms, but a smaller house would cost almost as much, and jared needs a room to teach music lessons in anyways. We still have a few weeks before we have to be out of the old place, but I don't think i'll find something better. Hmm what to do?

we just got a notice that we must vacate our house by july 1st. Crap! I knew this was coming, or suspected. You don't buy a 1 bedroom house for $300,000 and just sit on it. These people are going to tear down and rebuild. Now, off to find another house, which ain't going to be easy. I hate moving! we've only lived here 1 year... sigh.

Apparently Keith Richards fell out of a palm tree in Fiji and now needs head surgery. If that wasn't slightly sad it would be so funny!

she's talking to her husband
what do you want that for?
you're just in one of those moods.
Only if you destroy it afterwards
you're horrible (giggle)
Gross!
Hmm. It's so obscene when people flirt with their husbands at work.
One can only imagine what he was trying to get- a video camera?

I'm so sore from the gym, and it feels so good. I've been trying to work out 5 days a week in the morning, and aside from whtever other benefits it brings, it really makes me feel good. In the women's locker room at my college gym, there is what is essentially a huge primping room. It has counters, mirrors, and blow dryers. It cracks me up to see girls in there applying makeup before they work out. I had a terrible dream where several of my teeth fell out, and were black. I have a serious tooth fixation. I almost wish I was missing a tooth so i could rum my tongue along that soft area where there isn't a tooth. I remember that feeling so well from when I was a child. I actually lost my last baby tooth at age 13, so i'm somewhat of a late bloomer when it comes to teeth (I was far from a late bloomer in other ways.) I know that somewhere in the bottom of her jewelery chest, my mom has a little box full of baby teeth, rattling around like so many beads. I am almost scared to look at them.

I wanted to show off my new icon,

Um, I really like the buzzcocks, does that count?

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Me: "sometimes life takes things away and gives you other things"
Jared "yeah, god took away my penis and gave me a banana"

As reported in "News Of The Weird"
(2) After Seattle police chased a carjacking suspect into a tree in February, bystanders gathered around and laughed, but the suspect, still defiant, yelled at them, "It's not funny!" (However, according to a KIRO-TV reporter, some in the crowd yelled back, "Yes it is!") [Denver Post, 12-2-05] [KIRO-TV (Seattle), 2-3-06]
This happened LITERALLY around the corner from our house.
85th and Aurora is an interesting intersection

I am feeling really blah. that's the only way to put it. I thought I had a briliant idea in printamking class. I would coat my face with vaseline, smush it onto a plate, roll ink over the vaseline and make a print with the vaseline acting as resist. yeah. that was dumb, and that's pretty much how things've been going. I can't believe that next week is the last week of class. oh, I utterly loathe myself.
I haven't got a thing to say that's even moderately interesting.

I feel really crazy. Not in the sense of having really intense emotions. I just feel crazy, like insane. I feel like a horrid stalker for using the UW student directory to find the last name of one of my friends. Not for any purpose, just to know. Eww- baseless self loathing. I told you I feel crazy.

Okay all you computer enthusiasts out there (no denying it- if you have LJ, you're a computer enthusiast)I need your help. I'm thinking of turning to the dark side. That's right... MAC! I know I'm going to be working pretty heavily in graphic design, and the adobe creative suite is supposed to work way better in Macintosh, specifically InDesign. And Macs are soo cool looking, and feeling, and clean and white and the 12' ibook is on sale for $850 with academic discount. My only concern is that my brand new printer won't work with it. I know way back in the day you had to get special printers for apple computers- I don't know if that's still the case. My $800 office depot laptop is doing surprisingly well considering it is 4 years old, but it dosen't have enough RAM for graphic design programs. I feel like I will be forced to switch to mac eventually, I may as well do it now. Right? Or just upgrade the Ram on my old computer? Do both? Sigh.....
Seriously, let me know.

"It is a 68 t-350 6 speed and fast when running the clutch cable is broke and the carbs are off being cleaned good compression comes with extra frame and parts motor and extra pipes and forks and many extra s all sorts of books and it has a kamilin paint job it took alot of my time and money I dint ware a rubber and now have a baby make me an offer wdennis0714@hotmail.com"
I can't believe it's these type of people who are reproducing!

I don't feel like doing any thing
anything more than drinking champagne out of a straw

hef hef a horrible heffalump
hor hor a heffable horralump

Okay, I'm ready to admit something here
I really like Billy idol- I've even seen him live
.. Dancin with myself
ooh ohh
if I had the chance I'd ask to world to dance
and not be dancing with myself

I'm doing a little dance in my head......
Also, I fucking HATE polarized plugs. I can't tell you how much grief they've caused me over the years. Why, just now, I tried to move the radio closer to my desk here at work, and I missed the end of the awesome Billy Idol song because the chunky plug-box from my space heater was taking up the entire 2 outlet plate because the polarized plug forced it to be positioned OVER the available outlet. ARRGH
But, don't get me wrong, I am in a really good mood. No even no Doubt on the radio can ruin my fun.

Don't fake it baby
Lay the real thing on me
The church of my lover
is such a holy place to be

I think I might want to become one of those people who calls everyone baby or honey. It's just so ...warm.