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Woah! So how about me needing to update bigtime?! Hm.
Despite the fact that it is work, work is great. I actually enjoy it... We get so busy that by the time things calm down my shift is almost over, and before and after the rush I spend all my time restocking. This week I'm working about 44 hours (read: cha-ching). My dude boss reminds me of Ozzy Osbourne, only he isn't so far gone, and has a Jersey accent. If he is in a good mood he sings.
Talking about the weather is silly but really, yesterday it was 70 degrees here. After work I drove home (dad's car, mine won't be out of the shop until tomorrow afternoon) listening to acoustic Against Me and then the Broadways, windows down, shouting along when I could make out the words. Taylor and I ate dinner and then went on a bike ride (he ran or I circled around a lot). I cut his hair and he said he'd teach me to skateboard, but by that time I was too tired. The rest of the night I worked on my zine and read others (namely the 'Rick of Ages' comp). Work wears me out though, so I was asleep before too long.
I can't stop thinking about Portland. Moving is finally a feasible option, and I am ready to do it. Joe said he would help me find somewhere to live which is immensely helpful... my criteria is basically, it has to be a house with no cats (allergies!) and kids who don't sit around smoking pot all day. I would prefer to live with people who don't get tanked all the time too, but you can't have everything. Motivated & fun kids, that's all I need. Right now I am saving up all the money I can manage, keeping record of every cent I spend, and preparing myself for the grand relocation.
Lastly, the distro website is undergoing a massive update. In the next few weeks it should be complete, since I have yet to receive the bulk of the zines I ordered.
Okay that's it. I know I should have something important or meaningful to say but I don't.
Despite the fact that it is work, work is great. I actually enjoy it... We get so busy that by the time things calm down my shift is almost over, and before and after the rush I spend all my time restocking. This week I'm working about 44 hours (read: cha-ching). My dude boss reminds me of Ozzy Osbourne, only he isn't so far gone, and has a Jersey accent. If he is in a good mood he sings.
Talking about the weather is silly but really, yesterday it was 70 degrees here. After work I drove home (dad's car, mine won't be out of the shop until tomorrow afternoon) listening to acoustic Against Me and then the Broadways, windows down, shouting along when I could make out the words. Taylor and I ate dinner and then went on a bike ride (he ran or I circled around a lot). I cut his hair and he said he'd teach me to skateboard, but by that time I was too tired. The rest of the night I worked on my zine and read others (namely the 'Rick of Ages' comp). Work wears me out though, so I was asleep before too long.
I can't stop thinking about Portland. Moving is finally a feasible option, and I am ready to do it. Joe said he would help me find somewhere to live which is immensely helpful... my criteria is basically, it has to be a house with no cats (allergies!) and kids who don't sit around smoking pot all day. I would prefer to live with people who don't get tanked all the time too, but you can't have everything. Motivated & fun kids, that's all I need. Right now I am saving up all the money I can manage, keeping record of every cent I spend, and preparing myself for the grand relocation.
Lastly, the distro website is undergoing a massive update. In the next few weeks it should be complete, since I have yet to receive the bulk of the zines I ordered.
Okay that's it. I know I should have something important or meaningful to say but I don't.