Fluff.
I've been listening to the new Pink album all day today. Nicole burned it onto my work computer, and she was listening to it this morning, so I decided to just leave it, and see what people have been talking about (I've had a couple people recommend it, and while I had my reservations, I was trying to be nonjudgmental. I know, me, nonjudgmental, bizarre).
So anyway, it's really not so bad. I'm pretty sure "Dear Mr. President" is going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the night, and I like that the Indigo Girls sing it with her. I know the Indigo Girls are for hippie lesbians, but I still like them. Some people mind find this surprising, but in junior high I was constantly accused of being both a hippie and a lesbian. Guess I fooled them by becoming a capitalist man-eater, huh? Go me!
I'm going down to Kelso tomorrow to see the fam, belatedly celebrate Sam's birthday (he's six now, so crazy), and tell my dad and step-mom that I'm going back to school in the fall. Hopefully my dad doesn't cry too much. He's the most emotional man I've ever met. I guess that's better than a dad that is cold and emotionally dead inside? It's just embarassing in public. I'll have to be sure to tell him at home.
I've been hanging out with this boy Tom since Kathy's birthday party last Saturday (which I still need to post pictures of, sorry). He's very nice and I wouldn't be surprised if we become good friends.
I think that's all. Back to work, then out to hang out with Pat and Shelley before she leaves :( I want her to stay. Seattle needs her way more than Maine does. Maine will just take her for granted.
So anyway, it's really not so bad. I'm pretty sure "Dear Mr. President" is going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the night, and I like that the Indigo Girls sing it with her. I know the Indigo Girls are for hippie lesbians, but I still like them. Some people mind find this surprising, but in junior high I was constantly accused of being both a hippie and a lesbian. Guess I fooled them by becoming a capitalist man-eater, huh? Go me!
I'm going down to Kelso tomorrow to see the fam, belatedly celebrate Sam's birthday (he's six now, so crazy), and tell my dad and step-mom that I'm going back to school in the fall. Hopefully my dad doesn't cry too much. He's the most emotional man I've ever met. I guess that's better than a dad that is cold and emotionally dead inside? It's just embarassing in public. I'll have to be sure to tell him at home.
I've been hanging out with this boy Tom since Kathy's birthday party last Saturday (which I still need to post pictures of, sorry). He's very nice and I wouldn't be surprised if we become good friends.
I think that's all. Back to work, then out to hang out with Pat and Shelley before she leaves :( I want her to stay. Seattle needs her way more than Maine does. Maine will just take her for granted.