and are there really diamonds here?
today i want to the career coordinator. i think i landed a job working 6am-11am in the cafe below my school.
knock on wood.
i also saw jake black. he goes to WCI. and lives right across the street. were not going to be friends though, unless his cousin is in town.
oh i just love scars.
if i ever get tattoos i want them on my inner arm right around my elbow. i want it to be a sentence split in two. right now they say "head is" and the other arm "mighty" wouldnt that be funny.
head IS mighty.
i am six feet under freak. i swear after this quick affair i will never go into hollywood video again. one of the young men that works there i find rather attractive. i saw him at fred meyer picking out produce. he must think i'm lame, or single, which i am.
in the last two days i have gone to two free show. one being tori amos but the other much more interesting. a girl by the name of risa beuaman. she played the guitar very well. her voice was strong. and everytime i found myself getting semi board she threw in a great line or changed the rift a little.
the only people who go out of their way to talk to you here are the kids in the yellow shirts selling children, which, yes i was sucked into. her name is lucia, in the fifth grade lives in bolivia and i am sending her some of the plastic beaded necklaces Tara gave me for christmas not all of them, just a few. cos kids in bolivia love nothing more then costume jewelery. any ways the kids in yellow only super outgoing people i have encountered. i thought it would be funny if i just slowly constructed my whole friend base on those kids and we would walk around in a big group and they'd all be wearing yellow and we'd be eating cotton candy and laughing and helping. i'm not going to befriend them. well i'm just not going to make them the base of social circle and then walk around eating cotton candy.
last night i heard some serious tire screeching then the horrid smell of burning rubber filled my room. it sounded like they hit a body. a big thud. not like metal on metal. i know that sound. i walked to the end of the hall and tried to see out the fire escape but it must have been a block or two up. the floor in the hall way is very creaky. sometimes i can hear the person above me walking around really loud. not super loud. so i worry that shes not home that much and my poor downstairs neighbor has to hear me walking around all the time. i think its just when you wear shoes that it makes such noise.
i ts frustrating always having to dial 208 when calling home. all the numbers are already programmed without that area code. goddamit.
theres another coffee shop i might apply too. but i walked
ohh its 4:20.
all around where the woman said it would be and could not find it.
i also closed out my account at key bank and ordered some checks from USbank and set up online checking the girl really loved my hair. i also bought some cloves.
oh my god i just make portland sound so exciting.
knock on wood.
i also saw jake black. he goes to WCI. and lives right across the street. were not going to be friends though, unless his cousin is in town.
oh i just love scars.
if i ever get tattoos i want them on my inner arm right around my elbow. i want it to be a sentence split in two. right now they say "head is" and the other arm "mighty" wouldnt that be funny.
head IS mighty.
i am six feet under freak. i swear after this quick affair i will never go into hollywood video again. one of the young men that works there i find rather attractive. i saw him at fred meyer picking out produce. he must think i'm lame, or single, which i am.
in the last two days i have gone to two free show. one being tori amos but the other much more interesting. a girl by the name of risa beuaman. she played the guitar very well. her voice was strong. and everytime i found myself getting semi board she threw in a great line or changed the rift a little.
the only people who go out of their way to talk to you here are the kids in the yellow shirts selling children, which, yes i was sucked into. her name is lucia, in the fifth grade lives in bolivia and i am sending her some of the plastic beaded necklaces Tara gave me for christmas not all of them, just a few. cos kids in bolivia love nothing more then costume jewelery. any ways the kids in yellow only super outgoing people i have encountered. i thought it would be funny if i just slowly constructed my whole friend base on those kids and we would walk around in a big group and they'd all be wearing yellow and we'd be eating cotton candy and laughing and helping. i'm not going to befriend them. well i'm just not going to make them the base of social circle and then walk around eating cotton candy.
last night i heard some serious tire screeching then the horrid smell of burning rubber filled my room. it sounded like they hit a body. a big thud. not like metal on metal. i know that sound. i walked to the end of the hall and tried to see out the fire escape but it must have been a block or two up. the floor in the hall way is very creaky. sometimes i can hear the person above me walking around really loud. not super loud. so i worry that shes not home that much and my poor downstairs neighbor has to hear me walking around all the time. i think its just when you wear shoes that it makes such noise.
i ts frustrating always having to dial 208 when calling home. all the numbers are already programmed without that area code. goddamit.
theres another coffee shop i might apply too. but i walked
ohh its 4:20.
all around where the woman said it would be and could not find it.
i also closed out my account at key bank and ordered some checks from USbank and set up online checking the girl really loved my hair. i also bought some cloves.
oh my god i just make portland sound so exciting.