My soul is in chaos!
I mean, my apartment is in chaos!
(best stationery ever was a card from cece that said "kaos in the city" on it, with pictures of weird monsters eating a city)
Meanwhile, there was contention at work, but I don't really actually care that much because it didn't have anything to do with me. Drama drama! I finished reading Travels With Charlie by John Steinbeck and I liked it like beaucoup much. Not related to that, I heard & learned a new word today: atavistic. As in: "I'm from southern California, and a lot of people there have a really atavistic attitude toward homosexuality." "Wait, what was that word? Atavistic? What does that mean?" said me. "Like a caveman," was the definition I was given.
My apartment is in chaos because I am in the process of moving. I just thought I'd explain that earlier statement in case anyone didn't know that I'm moving. Because I am. Moving. To the moooooon!!!
I mean, to another apartment in the U District!
This morning I had coffee with Cece and we sat outside and it was highly caffeinated. Like highly. Like beaucoup highly. See, I'm practicing my French because school starts again in a month & I don't want to have forgotten it all. I am more than reasonably excited for school to start again. So, I had coffee with Cece this morning, and she's going back to school on Wednesday, back to the best school year ever, like all of them should be. Lucky cat.
We should start calling people "cats." Doesn't that sound hip? Then people will like us even if we don't have ipods or fashionable hair. Not that your hair isn't fashionable. I'm just saying...
I'm just saying (now) that I went to Lopez for a while there. I mean Lopez Island, which is one of the San Juans. That's north of here but south of Canada. I have way more to say about that than I will say right now. I had coffee on the way back out of a machine on the ferry boat. So did Claire. She recommended it, and it tasted so strongly of sugar that I couldn't taste the coffee. Claire rocks. (speaking of rocking & claire, did you know that she's dating a rock star? seriously.)
Look: all I talk about is coffee. Whatever, it's not true. I could talk about Lord Byron & how Claire gave me a present & it is a diary made out of an old book of Byron's poetry, etc. Or I could talk about how these past few days I have been highly upset with a certain boy & then I could quote some angsty Byron poetry. Wouldn't that be hardcore pretentious? I wonder where the line is as to what is pretentious & what's not? Maybe it just really all depends on how well you know & like the person?
Do people stop reading by the end if I write this much in my livejournal? I wonder that also. It sounds like somebody's walking by outside with an empty shopping cart.
(best stationery ever was a card from cece that said "kaos in the city" on it, with pictures of weird monsters eating a city)
Meanwhile, there was contention at work, but I don't really actually care that much because it didn't have anything to do with me. Drama drama! I finished reading Travels With Charlie by John Steinbeck and I liked it like beaucoup much. Not related to that, I heard & learned a new word today: atavistic. As in: "I'm from southern California, and a lot of people there have a really atavistic attitude toward homosexuality." "Wait, what was that word? Atavistic? What does that mean?" said me. "Like a caveman," was the definition I was given.
My apartment is in chaos because I am in the process of moving. I just thought I'd explain that earlier statement in case anyone didn't know that I'm moving. Because I am. Moving. To the moooooon!!!
I mean, to another apartment in the U District!
This morning I had coffee with Cece and we sat outside and it was highly caffeinated. Like highly. Like beaucoup highly. See, I'm practicing my French because school starts again in a month & I don't want to have forgotten it all. I am more than reasonably excited for school to start again. So, I had coffee with Cece this morning, and she's going back to school on Wednesday, back to the best school year ever, like all of them should be. Lucky cat.
We should start calling people "cats." Doesn't that sound hip? Then people will like us even if we don't have ipods or fashionable hair. Not that your hair isn't fashionable. I'm just saying...
I'm just saying (now) that I went to Lopez for a while there. I mean Lopez Island, which is one of the San Juans. That's north of here but south of Canada. I have way more to say about that than I will say right now. I had coffee on the way back out of a machine on the ferry boat. So did Claire. She recommended it, and it tasted so strongly of sugar that I couldn't taste the coffee. Claire rocks. (speaking of rocking & claire, did you know that she's dating a rock star? seriously.)
Look: all I talk about is coffee. Whatever, it's not true. I could talk about Lord Byron & how Claire gave me a present & it is a diary made out of an old book of Byron's poetry, etc. Or I could talk about how these past few days I have been highly upset with a certain boy & then I could quote some angsty Byron poetry. Wouldn't that be hardcore pretentious? I wonder where the line is as to what is pretentious & what's not? Maybe it just really all depends on how well you know & like the person?
Do people stop reading by the end if I write this much in my livejournal? I wonder that also. It sounds like somebody's walking by outside with an empty shopping cart.