nobody knows her own heart
Monday, 29 March, 2004
ew, ew ew EW.
so sho and i went to gorditos burritos in greenwood, and it was so good. not quite the same as yum salty mol� at burrito boy, but different is good too, and anyway burrito boy doesn’t have spinach burritos! anyway it was a huge (yuge!) burrito and we both had leftovers, which we ate for second dinner the next night. yum happily munching away and then i took a bite that TASTED LIKE SEMI-SPOILED MEAT! very traumatic! i spit it out immediately and investigated it — i think it was pork or maybe beef? — and was disturbed to realize that it wasn’t rotting, that is just what meat tastes like. i wonder why i never noticed it before, when i ate it regularly. anyway i was also pleased to find that after that i don’t want to try it anymore!
(despite that, it was really good and i will definitely go back there.)
when i was at mom’s over winter break, i spent a lot of time doing nothing, which led to me sitting around planning how the house will look when i move into it. there will be an office and knitting/sewing room and maybe a library. and the biggest vegetable garden ever. she is going to move out in two years and i am going to try to work it out to move in there then. and grow corn and tomatoes and peas and cucumbers and lettuce and carrots. and other things. i should find out if i can have chickens …
other things i did in portland: fell off a curb and skinned my knee. yes, i am eight years old. saw that zombie movie and had nightmares about zombies and aliens. did not, surprisingly, want to shoot myself in the head to make my allergies stop. played with sweet stella puppy. stella looks kind of like this. she is the nicest friendliest best dog ever. everyone should adopt a greyhound!
otherwise, i mostly sat around and did nothing. sho was sick so we didn’t really do much. which was nice. i had enough of doing stuff at the end of last term, but at least it paid off — we got a 4.0 on the giant project! now i am finally convinced that i did not doom us by forgetting that page.
now i am strangely obsessed with cleaning and organizing and getting rid of stuff. it’s kind of fun. yay!
(song: “the el,” rhett miller)
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i am thinking it’s a sign
Friday, 19 March, 2004
i was just trying to explain badgerbadgerbadger to bill. i thought the sound wouldn’t go ‘cos i have the speakers plugged into my mp3 player so i can listen to Only Rhett Miller All The Time (*sigh of longing*), but i forgot about the laptop speakers … it startled me and i closed the browser to make it stop and i lost the whole giant post i had just written. now i am angry. there is no time to explain. so let me sum up:
i have not posted in the past two weeks because i have been busy spending every waking moment either working on the giant 540 project or working. after we turned in the 109-page final product (really 110 pages, i think, once i added the page i forgot to include when i turned it in) i had to totally shift gears and start trying to analyze a controlled vocabulary. that was difficult as i had spent at least 40 hours on the 540 project between friday night and monday morning, when it was due.
but now it is all over, and i am in eugene eating a bagel and sitting around. yay! i will be here for a couple of days and then we are going to portland until i decide i will die of allergies if i stay in that house another moment, and then on to seattle. it is so nice to have nothing to do, even though my brain feels kind of empty and confused like it did when i finished my thesis. then i felt like i was forgetting something super important that i had to be doing, though, and now i just feel tired and relieved.
on a totally unrelated note, why do people on the bus (esp. men, and esp. old icky men whom i am not interested in touching) feel it’s acceptable to let their arms encroach into my seat? some people, like the nice lady who helped me with the crossword whose arm was in a cast, are allowed to take up the whole armrest and maybe even some of my seat. but unshaven old men with leather jackets with the american flag on the back in green and white (? what does that mean?) are not allowed. ew.
(song: “such great heights,” the postal service)
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i’ve got issues, yeah, like i miss you
Thursday, 11 March, 2004
rhett miller is kind of funny looking in real life. until he starts to sing. and um. yeah. wow.
(song: “big brown eyes,” old 97s)
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happy ever after in the marketplace
Thursday, 4 March, 2004
illustrations for last post:
bring a rubber band, or hair will go in your face.
be nice and try not to look too stupid for the camera.
have some hot chocolate and a caramel pot de crème.
headed straight for seattle again (technically this is taken from the stern when we were heading away from seattle, but that’s ok, it looked the same.)
the end!
thanks sho for the pictures
(song: “ob la di ob la da,” the beatles)
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it’s not all that easy
Monday, 1 March, 2004
best all-day seattle date ever: take the bus downtown to the westlake stop. walk through the market, past the shiny fruits and vegetables and the bright daffodils, then down the stairs and out by the water. walk along the waterfront until you find pier 52, where the ferries come; get two tickets for the bainbridge island ferry. wait and then go on the ferry where it is colder than on the land. it also gets a lot colder when it starts moving, because of the wind, so be prepared. wear a warm scarf and don’t forget your rubber band so your hair doesn’t blow all over the place. though the hair is good for hiding in if the other person wants to take pictures of you against your will. but try to be nice and not look too stupid for the camera. at bainbridge island, follow the signs for downtown. go to a nice warm bookstore that smells good like a bookstore, then wander around some more, with a brief stop at a yarn and tea store, before having some hot chocolate and a caramel pot de crème at a coffee shop with an interestingly painted bathroom. on the way home (this is very important) suddenly realize that you don’t know if more than one ferry leaves bainbridge island, and that the ferry you are on doesn’t seem to be heading directly towards seattle, as you can see downtown off to the port there. briefly panic that you are on the wrong ferry and you will end up in bremerton or someplace equally unknown, and that you will then have missed the last ferry from that place back downtown, but in the midst of the panic notice that the ferry is turning and now you are headed straight for seattle again. calm. keep an eye out for otters in the water at all times. (also don’t forget to play spot the public librarians on the ferry and downtown. look for weird hats and shoes and canvas bookbags from merriam-webster.)
after getting off, be difficult about no bacon in your clam chowder, but it has to be in a bread bowl; stop at several restaurants to ask until you find one that will let you sit in the bar if that’s all you want to eat. mm, clam chowder. take the bus home, tired; pick up some coke to mix with stoli citron and some pocky at the overpriced convenience store, and get in bed to watch last week’s taped home movies. be happy.
(tied for first place: stay inside all day. in pajamas. in bed, if possible. watch home movies and futurama all day on the laptop.)
second runner-up: go to the comic-con and look at stuff. buy some comics from a sad pretty girl whose publisher seems to be top shelf, who also did blankets (read this book immediately!) and is also apparently doing derek kirk kim. have the sad girl sign them for you; she will draw pictures in them and will put both your names on both books, which may strike you as an interesting sort of thing to have, a book with both your names on it. also, see a guy you know from working at blockbuster in portland years ago, whose comics are really weird but cool. don’t buy any, though, because you’re broke.
(/girlsarepretty)
in other news, i’m buying a refurbished, semi-crappy but cheap laptop from evi’s brother. hooray! my super wonderful lovely stepmom is sending me some dollars, or else i wouldn’t be able to do it. don’t know how i’m going to get a new bag, though. i hope it fits in my old one, and i can just suffer with the excessive weight until i have some more money for a cushier bag.
mm … laptop.
(song: “anna begins,” counting crows. best song ever. go listen to it.)