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Thursday, November 30, 2006

She Went Down, Down, Down

Netflix sent me a broken movie today. I patched it up with tape and hopefully they won't blame me for their distribution problems.

Yesterday my blinds broke. I fashioned a chain of sweatshirts hanging from the bottom, you know, to keep all those cars on Lakeway from catching glimpses of me changing. Walking home today, I was a little bit horrified by the result. It's like a giant orange flag in my window signaling for everyone to look! what a weird thing to do!

To celebrate the return of my mp3 collection, I've been listening to Interpol, Wolf Parade, and Bloc Party non-stop. The newest scarf is coming along very quickly, since all I want to do is sit in my bed, knit, and think about eating glass. (Speaking of which, anyone seen The Princess and the Warrior? Every time I hear that line, I see the boy eating the fluorescent light bulbs.)

Registered for classed, and (finally!) got Geology 101 with Thor. Really, I don't think you understand how significant this is. I was on the verge of stalking him last year (facebook profile, saw him at the gym a few times, sent a couple emails... too much?) If I'd left Western without taking a class from him, it would be the biggest regret in my life so far. Naturally, there is a huge expectation he has to live up to.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

3 layers and counting

4:50 this morning I hear my favorite sound: Latin Loops, that beautiful Verizon Wireless ringtone that blares only at 4:50, no other time. It helps me recognize that with this alarm, there is no shitting around. Get up, get going, more your ass or you're going to be late.
I had to drag my poor self out of my warm haven and out into the semi-cold of the house. Actually, it wasn't so bad this morning. The gas bill will probably be $100+, but it's all worth it to be able to walk downstairs and start making breakfast without forcing myself to find my slippers first. My room is strewn with long sleeved shirts and sweatshirts and scarves and gloves and coats. I can't even begin to think, even now, of where exactly those fuzzy slippers have gone.
Rode my bike to work. Nothing special there, really, except for the 2+ inch layer of ice on the ground. I went flying the second I got off Lakeway, but it was fantastic. The risk of falling makes it all the more fun, especially since there weren't any cars on the road to worry about.
At work, a total of 5 people showed up by the time I left 3 hours later. We spent most of the time sitting around eating pizza and dabbling our feet in the hottub. There was a half-hour gap in which we searched for ideal husbands in the Level III Sex Offender lists. My guy lives in a van somewhere on Cornwall. All you ladies interested, back off. There are at least 15 in Ferndale for you to choose from, leave mine alone!
I'm taking this laptop with me to Econ today. There's no way I'd be able to stay awake without it.
Also, upgraded my Netflix account to 3 at a time. I'm very excited. Bollywood overdose, here I come!
Speaking of which, Indian Babu is a weird one. Take your chances if you must, but Koi Mil Gaya and Kal Ho Naa Ho are still the best ones yet.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

voy a comprar una computadora

Last night I went sledding with Brent, Junwen, and Irene. We had the bright idea of going to the top of Jersey Street and hoping we didn't die. Mostly, we were fine Junwen tried to use a folding chair (didn't work), Brent used a storage container lid (worked fine for 20 seconds before breaking in half), we tried a garbage bag that would go 15 feet really well before stopping, and then there was the inner tube. We borrowed it from Shane, and boy, did that thing make us fly. A little too fast, actually. Irene and I hit a pole a couple times before deciding we had enough bruises.

Other than that, the past couple days have just been one long party. No school, no work, lots of free time. I've been playing my video game (30 hours!) and wandering Bellingham in search of open coffee shops. There was a slumber party at Tiana and Seth's, fresh made cookies, and lots of snow exploration. It's basically been a fantastic last couple days.

Unfortunately, my computer is still down. I'm waiting on my parents to mail me some all-important driver installation CD, and once that comes, it'll all be golden.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Quieres bailar conmigo?

I knew this was going to happen. I bought FF12 yesterday and have forgotten about everything else. Failed to take a shower today, ate an entire piece of toast, let my roommate use me as a still life because I wasn't going anywhere, and forgot completely about fixing my computer.

Man, love the game.

But you know what I love even more?

Being able to watch the snow falling under the streetlights at the same time.

Friday, November 24, 2006

I need to sleep now

Talking to my parents about their marriage:

dad: I can't imagine another woman wanting me.
mom: neither can i.


Ran out and saw Happy Feet, finally. It was FANTASTIC. Everyone must see it. The day it comes out on video, I'm buying it. (I think the people who made the movie didn't really consider how to end all the craziness. The last 10 minutes are kind of weird. Everything else? Pure genius.)

Thursday, November 23, 2006

So I don't have to do this during turkey festivities

Who knows what Jessica did tonight? She wasn't with me, that's for sure. JESSICA. WHAT THE HELL. Tomorrow/tonight better include some kick ass driving/driving tunes, or else I'm gonna bust a cap in yo' ass.

It's alright. I'm calm. I hung out with RJ instead, and it was good. We saw Casino Royale (which was highly entertaining) then sat in the H-Mart parking lot and caught up on the times. I need to find myself a best friend like RJ up in Bellingham. Someone arrogant enough to be unintentionally entertaining, but still moderately laid back. I feel boring around the hippies 'cause I don't smoke enough pot. All the kids in my business class make me feel like a hippie since I sometimes don't change out of the sweatshirt I slept in. What happened to the cool Bellingham kids who listen to neat music? (They're taking Russian History classes, that's what. Or disappeared forever like Frans.)

All I want for Christmas is: a digital camera. And tons of Bollywood movies.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Rocky Balboa reminds me of that guy from Death to Smoochy.

Last night's free dinner at Kyoto Steakhouse was delicious. It was also an excellent example of how entertaining it's going to be when Josh starts his job there. Juggling? Neighbor's got that down. Cooking? Not so much. My roommate and I are going to try the flaming onion trick next time we make enchiladas.

Watching tv at a friend's house now, waiting for 5 to watch The Fountain, after which I hit the road and head home.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Gold Bond Powder

I'm sitting in the middle of a conversation about where to put Gold Bond Powder. This is why I stay on campus every day when I could be home and sleeping by 12.

Yesterday I missed the daily post. Blogger was down the only time I came on campus to do the thing. I'm not terribly sad about it, though. Some boys were sitting in a circle drawing in their notebooks, and one of them gave me a ridiculous drawing made with sharpies. It's going on my wall.

And today, in 40 minutes, I'm going to see Cole (!!!)

Sunday, November 19, 2006

300th Post

Early yesterday morning, Rabies departed from the Green House. We had him for a little over a month - half that time he was curled in a pampered, fattened, and slowly dying ball. He bit us when we tried to hold him and refused to move while any lights were on/people were present in the room. Ryan found him in the morning, still curled in a ball, and stiff.

The idea didn't come quickly. Around 5 pm while visiting Irene at the Pita Pit, we decided that Ryan should get a gift replacement pet. After all, all the other colored houses have pets, so why should we let a dead hamster get us down? Off to Petsmart I went, and fell in love with a black and white panda bear hamster who we named Kimchi.

Kimchi is a great addition to our home. He's lovable, cuddly, and hasn't bit anyone in the less than 24 hours he's lived in La Casa Verde. He doesn't quite know how to use a hamster wheel. He likes to stand outside and sit while running the wheel with only his front paws. (Maybe that makes him smarter than other hamsters?) He even makes friends with random drunk strangers.

Basically, I'm in love. Technically Kimchi was a gift for Ryan, but it's possible I might fight for him when I move out. The custody battle will rage for weeks.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Go where you want to go

Last night was an exciting adventure of wind and bikes and beer. How could it get any better? Well, Minus the Bear made an appearance, as did the ever-infamous shirtless dancers. Pictures might surface, but I'm hoping they don't.

Pre-Thanksgiving Feast is going to shame the restaurant buffet "Real Thing". Americans should take a hint from their hippie kids and other foreign cultures and celebrate more holidays with friends and streetside celebrations.

Hopefully, at some point in today's activities, I'm going to begin my UW application essay. Wish me luck. It's the beginning of a shit-storm (I refuse to even think of the writing proficiency test I'll have to take.)

Friday, November 17, 2006

Well, Shit

This daily thing is going to get tricky. My computer definitely crashed and died sometime last night and I have no idea when it's going to get fixed.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Whoops

Almost forgot about this. I made more devilled eggs today. Spoke spanish with a table full of others. Ate banana chocolate chip waffles. Decided to move to Spain with Sharron.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The Wind

woke me up at 4:30 this morning. I was almost blown over while riding my bike to work. Stoplights are out, people are walking hunched over trying to get through the gusts. My house is literally shaking. Trees and phone poles are falling over in the streets. There's no way in hell Irene and I could drive to Seattle in this.

But you know what? That's all okay. Today is fantastic. Every gust makes me giggle and smile. Every step I want to spread my arms and let it push me where ever it will.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Too Cute

Brent and I are destined to be lifelong friends. Today, he came over and stalked about Facebook while I worked on his scarf.

Monday, November 13, 2006

I am frustrated...

... by Blogger's new beta version. It makes it hard for me to log in, and even harder to post. SO annoying. I want my old, simplified version back.

I've been listening to Shakira non-stop for the last few days. LOVE. Like today, when I was at the rec center? Totally forgot about class because I was having fun rocking out to the lady while stretching/doing sit-ups. Not like it really mattered, though, since I forgot something important. Economics was totally canceled. So while I was rushing to get food and say hi to folks and not be too late, everyone else in Econ 206 was at home napping.

I'm going to take a cue from those fantastically intelligent folks and do the same. After I shower. Shortly after I start reading my accounting book.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Mexican blankets make the world a warmer place

Last night turned into a roommate movie night. Irene, Ryan and I all sat around and watched far too movies for our own good. Dukes of Hazzard at Seth's, 3 others at our place. We all got quietly drunk while watching the Safety of Objects at 2 am.

The house hamster is failing to provide entertainment (of the usual sort). Rather than run in his wheel and wiggle his nose and do cute hamster-y things, he sleeps. He's gained massive amounts of weight, he still bites, and he falls asleep when we put him in the hamster ball. I'm just waiting for the day when we realize that he died in the corner of his cage and no one noticed.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

We'll Not Go Home Again

Old news now, but Britney Spears filing for divorce makes me happy inside. The kids are young enough that her backup dancer will generally be known as "that one sad, washed up dude that comes by every month or so."

Last night was a mess (in a good way). Decided to hit the road for a party in Kirkland, arrived around 10 to find all the kids were in highschool, trashy drunk, and puking in the sink. We holed ourselves away in the basement with the folks who'd invited us and played lots of pool, watched a little TV, and the boys got stoned out back. Hit up the Purple Dot in Chinatown, where I shared potstickers and this crazy ass french toast that Brent inhaled in about 10 seconds. Drove back and hung out and watched South Park until about 4 am.

Last night = late night. I never slept so well.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Junwen's Stupid

Just getting in today's post so I don't fail completely at this whole once-a-day for a month thing. Finished an awful movie that I started last night. Went downtown. Got picked up by Brent and pretty soon I'll be heading out to Kirkland.

Thursday, November 9, 2006

Decemberists

Tuesdays and Thursdays are my comfort days. I generally make it halfway through my accounting lecture before taking off to find various interesting people in the VU. Today Cristine and I played cards with some guys I've known through Brent for a few years. Three hours a day are generally wasted in that seating area, and it's love. Sharron and I sit, search the internet, and talk about generic topics that aren't interesting to anyone but us. It's relaxing and it's turning into one of those quirky, not-so-exciting events that I base my existence around.

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

The Crane Wife

I must have accidentally tapped into some unknown limitless source of energy, because today is pure miracle. Work: woke up for on time, showed up on time, stayed awake and interested the whole time. Spanish. Awake. Between classes, went to the rec center and used the elliptical machine for 30 minutes, did various other workout exercises, ate a burrito and made it to Econ on time. Stayed awake in Econ. Gave Ben a swimming lesson. Seriously considered raquetball. Walked home. Considered a nap, but magically, I don't want one. It's mystifying. I'm going to do homework until the mail comes.

Tuesday, November 7, 2006

Tuna + Crackers = Excellent

Today I realized something about myself. Mark, one of my many supervisors at work, was talking to me about all the many things I could do to keep myself busy and get paid extra. This somehow led to a discussion about his first impression of me, and how I was complaining about teaching before I'd even been in the water. Later, he saw me teaching and was flabbergasted by the change in attitude and enthusiasm that had taken place.

My comment, "I have a habit of giving people the wrong impression." And y'know? It's true. I'll latch onto some idea or imagined trait and flow with it until the person I'm talking to either believes I a) am completely antisocial b) am chronically depressed c) have too many friends to bother making new ones d) am constantly doing some physical activity or other e) sleep around etc, etc,. The truth is, I'm just a slightly weird yet relatively normal girl who has a bad case of the impulses.

Now, Nick is drunk (something about the Russian Revolution on the phone) and he's making his way over to hang out. I'm psyched.

Monday, November 6, 2006

Under the Sea

I just finished an amazing article about a man in Peru, carving his way through the jungle for 40-odd years, hoping to make room in the wilderness for more settlers. Here is it. And here's a great quote about Incan culture:

"Well, the Incas used to practice incest deliberately," Mori mused. "Brothers would marry sisters. They'd get one superintelligent one and six idiots, throw away the idiots and make the good one emperor."

Last night I went to a ska show in Seattle. I showed Ben and Connie the excellent food that Yummy Bites has to offer, and while they did their cutesy dating thing I imagined what it'll be like to sit in Seattle next year, watching it rain before I head out to the library to study (or some other situation). Whitey met me at the show and we grooved to the music all night long. Concerts are hard to explain. The bands were excellent, but another part of the fun was watching the crowd on the floor. For about 5 minutes during Streetlight Manifesto, a tall lanky boy held up a girl's shoe, trying to find the owner. Eventually he started making his way toward the front to hand it to the band, but the girl missing a shoe finally saw him and snagged it back.

We drove home in Whitey's jeep, blasting whatever music we could find, chain-smoking the whole way because that's what you do when you're driving late at night. I think Modest Mouse and Gnarls Barkley got the most dance out of us.

Sunday, November 5, 2006

Dil Chahta Hai

Watched the above movie today. Excellent. Just don't try to watch it with someone who doesn't appreciate Bollywood. Speaking of which, RJ came for a visit yesterday. I'll admit, I'd spent a few moments in the last few days pondering how it would go. Good, Bad, Mediocre... Maybe some kind of result I couldn't imagine. But you know? It went well. Not fantastic. Not awful. Not even mediocre. Just well. He and I can still be friends, and that makes me happy. The idea of RJ doesn't make my mind go all frizzy and close up. He's just another boy, one that's nice to talk to and be with, but not in any danger of messing with my life anymore.

That said, one could almost say I conned him into coming up here. He was promised the following: his Scrubs DVDs back, all the pancakes he could eat, and lots and lots of bacon. I never had to follow through with the pancake bit, but oh, the bacon. We went down to The Pita Pit where I used my connections to get about a pound of free bacon. It was all gone by the time he left 12 hours later. Just thinking about it makes me cringe a little.

Saturday, November 4, 2006

Wish (Komm Zu Mir)

So I know I said last night that Friday was going to be a dull evening that I'd reminisce about to myself every now and then. Oops. Gave the wrong impression there, folks.

After talking briefly on the phone to RJ, I decided that I'd take his advice for once. I put on a nice long foreign film and proceeded to get all sorts of lonely drunk. I'm not sure how the whole drinking-by-yourself thing is usually supposed to work out, but I ended up next door at another red house party. Met lots of new people, partied in a "Russian hat", I think Zoey and I talked about Bollywood films for a good long while, and basically just got good and trashed. It was a happy occasion.

Friday, November 3, 2006

Harold and Maude is A+

Some days I run the risk of doing absolutely nothing. Today was almost one of them. However, due to the endless energy that my neighbor possesses, I pulled off an acceptable Friday night. Not one that I'll be reminiscing of for years to come, but good enough to fulfill today's required NaBloPoMo duty.

The enchiladas I've been dreaming of were attempted. They had an excellent possible success rate, what with Alex being the son of chefs and myself having endless enthusiasm for recipes. Unfortunately, we lacked a casserole dish. Amazing how one piece of cookery can throw off the whole thing. Don't get me wrong. They weren't bad (one might even say they were excellent). But they were definitely less enchiladas and more like an enchilada-lasagna hybrid.

Fuck

Sometimes I forget to check if my alarm is set for am or pm.

Thursday, November 2, 2006

Saif Ali Khan, Will you marry me?

I can't get enough Bollywood. There's this insatiable crying inside my chest for colors! singing! dancing! drama! and Bollywood fulfills it perfectly.

Hollywood Video doesn't have a very good selection, though, so now I have a Netflix account.

Also, I broke into my neighbors' house today. They don't know it yet. When we were making breakfast this morning the boys left something like 12 eggs sitting on my counter. No one was home just now when I tried to return them, so I sneakily opened the door and put them in the fridge.

Breaking and entering to put something in the house. What a quaint idea. I'll bet they never even notice.

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Front Porch Happenings

Anyone who talks to me for any period of time knows that my front porch is the hangout spot. Tonight just proves my point.

Nick and I were doing our thing, kicking back and conserving heat, smoking cigarettes and watching the cars. Previously to this, I made the world's most delicious imitation asian food meal, but I won't go into that. We've got our drinks, Nick's got his cloves, and we barely manage to get anything lit before realizing that, shit, Chelsea's lighter is out of fuel. 'Course, we had a whole 5-10 minutes before this would become a problem. Relax, life will resolve itself.

And so it did.

Our friend Random Bellingham Bum stopped by and asked for a smoke. He told us about Iggy Pop playing downtown tonight. He sang a song about liquor and drugs. Every other phrase ended with "you dig it?" He stole my unopened Coke. But you know what? It was worth it. I bummed a lighter from a bum.

It's yellow and simple. I'm going to cherish it always.

Holler

It's the first day of NaBloPoMo. I thought I'd kick it off by reporting that I am drunk and hungry. The mere idea of Taco Bell is driving me insane, but I don't think anyone I know can drive right now. The Halloween party I just got home from was great. Unfortunately I ran out of whiskey early in the evening and got too sober to appreciate the boy in the dress running around head butting folks and braying like a donkey.

Plus I have an Econ exam later today. I studied earlier tonight and probably will again around 9 am tomorrow.

But oh, the Taco Bell craving is insatiable.