hello, ladies and gentlemen, friends and lovers. it's been awhile, but much has happened.
monday: niki gets back from retreat. former atheist, said niki, finds jesus at said retreat. friends of said niki says she is now a freak. actual quote "i can only have a relationship with god right now." i find it disturbing/hilarious. dickie is now going to make me a shirt that says "god eats my women." i am not running a good streak, here. taylor said "the irony is written all over your right hand." clue: i had anna written across the knuckles of my left, and niki across the knuckles of my right. melody and rhythm. past and future. no one understood the logic.
thursday:
patrick and dickie come over for thanksgiving, along with the lexington family (aunt, uncle, gramma, and cousins), thomas, fiona, iseult, and marcelo. tamales, ham, turkey, rice w/ shroom sauce, corn pudding, casserole. beer and watching pink floyd's the Wall. best thanksgiving ever, by count of all involved.
friday:
sXe kid who works with me has been making death threats. you fuckin' non-straightedge kid. he's also tight with the remaining manager (the two that hired me have quit). so i'm 20 minutes late. the first time i'm late. power outage or something, alarm didn't go off. i am reported as being 2 hours late.
after selling $24,000 worth of stuff that day (no that is not a typo, $24,000) working an eleven hour shift from 6 am to 5 pm, i am told i am being fired. YAY! so i hear from bekki. i want to go very badly, but parentals nix. no driving on freeway alone that far. que puteria. to the buzz. i end up giving linda/ally/danielle/ronnie/ronnie's friend a ride home. the two guys live in KY, and it's sleeting. it takes me about an hour and a half to drop everyone off. therefore i am an hour and a half late. whereupon mum and dad are pissed with me. i called, but the phone was busy. they don't believe.whatever.
oh, and i have an ounce of vanilla tobacco for the pipe. but no pipe.and no cigarettes. yes, i started smoking again.
Saturday, November 29, 2003
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
at work:
work is a routine. i find comfort in routine. as long as i'm gaining something from it. i want to run, though. i always say that, though. what's not to like? good job, nice girl, rock n roll band. i'm eighteen. is this my life? if this is it, i'm gonna slit my writsts when you do.
poema:
besos
que me tocan
como los rayos
del sol
todas esas mujeres
esos cigarros
y este alcol
work is a routine. i find comfort in routine. as long as i'm gaining something from it. i want to run, though. i always say that, though. what's not to like? good job, nice girl, rock n roll band. i'm eighteen. is this my life? if this is it, i'm gonna slit my writsts when you do.
poema:
besos
que me tocan
como los rayos
del sol
todas esas mujeres
esos cigarros
y este alcol
Monday, November 10, 2003
weekend, weekend.
friday: party. anna's. she's cool, her dad isn't. he made us stay outside. 30 degrees, homies. the whole party ended up in the loft of the barn: vodka (you'd be proud, dear), guitars, and lots of singing and carrying on. good times. we kept warm. not shy? hah.
saturday: to the univeristy surplus sale. i got a scanner. and then practice. rock n roll, rock n roll. the night spent at taylors, playing bass and killing giant bugs. yay teenage boyhood.
sunday: work! i learn fast? or so i'm told. nametag? check. time key? check. "trainee" button? check. it's all good. figuring out how to work the registers there. and then lost-ness getting to niki's, but we ended up at the buzz. and then taylor's. with the radio. (gimme my radio, gimme my ra-di-OH!)
radiohead - life in a glass house.
friday: party. anna's. she's cool, her dad isn't. he made us stay outside. 30 degrees, homies. the whole party ended up in the loft of the barn: vodka (you'd be proud, dear), guitars, and lots of singing and carrying on. good times. we kept warm. not shy? hah.
saturday: to the univeristy surplus sale. i got a scanner. and then practice. rock n roll, rock n roll. the night spent at taylors, playing bass and killing giant bugs. yay teenage boyhood.
sunday: work! i learn fast? or so i'm told. nametag? check. time key? check. "trainee" button? check. it's all good. figuring out how to work the registers there. and then lost-ness getting to niki's, but we ended up at the buzz. and then taylor's. with the radio. (gimme my radio, gimme my ra-di-OH!)
radiohead - life in a glass house.
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
the hearing was today, the magistrate was a very beautiful woman, a big black woman, full of caring and wisdom. she brought my dad to tears.
she looked at me and said, "honey, your parents care for you. you have a future, you have a good life. you're exceptional. there's nothing you can't have."
i looked her in the eye, and said nothing, but the whole time, i wanted to say in my growly cigarette soaked voice "you forget about hope..."
she looked at me and said, "honey, your parents care for you. you have a future, you have a good life. you're exceptional. there's nothing you can't have."
i looked her in the eye, and said nothing, but the whole time, i wanted to say in my growly cigarette soaked voice "you forget about hope..."
Saturday, November 1, 2003
ker-razy night.
insomnia at taylors. poor boy is zonked out. i can't sleep. like i said, insomnia.
silliness with the parentals (lecture on not hating the police), but in the end "you're almost 18, you decide what you want. just think of us."
went to taylors, he dressed as Alex of a clockwork orange, i went cheap and went as a mexican - cotton pants and collarless shirt, sombrero, serape, a painted droopy mustache, and really, really huge bad teeth (with a gold front tooth). it was a hit.
went with spencer and aiden to the party at niki's. in KY. people were there; i got to meet emily, finally. and of course, niki. ben was there (remember ben?), good times had by all. met jeremy for the first time. good kid. i like him. fun and games (with wrasslin') till 11:30, then we scrambled for the car, ending up at the esquire, with me in drag. woohoo! niki sat with/on me, and we happened to sit next to christian (remember christian?) fun times. i am no longer a rocky horror virgin...
and after food at chili time, we ended up at taylors, and he's asleep. he wasn't feeling well, poor guy. and it's 6 am, and the city is still sleeping in on a post-holiday weekend morning...
oh yeah. and i got my temps. and drove on an actual street in an actual car without killing anyone OR getting arrested...which is something i can't usually manage just on foot, as kate said...but yes. i have my temps. two weeks, i will have my LICENSE!!! heh. and i drive like an old lady.
insomnia at taylors. poor boy is zonked out. i can't sleep. like i said, insomnia.
silliness with the parentals (lecture on not hating the police), but in the end "you're almost 18, you decide what you want. just think of us."
went to taylors, he dressed as Alex of a clockwork orange, i went cheap and went as a mexican - cotton pants and collarless shirt, sombrero, serape, a painted droopy mustache, and really, really huge bad teeth (with a gold front tooth). it was a hit.
went with spencer and aiden to the party at niki's. in KY. people were there; i got to meet emily, finally. and of course, niki. ben was there (remember ben?), good times had by all. met jeremy for the first time. good kid. i like him. fun and games (with wrasslin') till 11:30, then we scrambled for the car, ending up at the esquire, with me in drag. woohoo! niki sat with/on me, and we happened to sit next to christian (remember christian?) fun times. i am no longer a rocky horror virgin...
and after food at chili time, we ended up at taylors, and he's asleep. he wasn't feeling well, poor guy. and it's 6 am, and the city is still sleeping in on a post-holiday weekend morning...
oh yeah. and i got my temps. and drove on an actual street in an actual car without killing anyone OR getting arrested...which is something i can't usually manage just on foot, as kate said...but yes. i have my temps. two weeks, i will have my LICENSE!!! heh. and i drive like an old lady.
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