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all i can think about is moving to arizona. as soon as we get our silver smithing tools sent here and then packing my 7 boxes from my parents house, throwing out a ton more stuff and getting the fuck away from here.
i'm not really happy here, i don't think. its hard to say cuz i've been so scandalously busy and people are banging down my door to hang out all the bloody time. and boy issues. and money issues.
sitting around all day isn't doing it for me. the cold isn't doing it for me. so really, all i have to do is get my bike and leave. i think. and build a house? at the very least buy a house. temporarily. i refuse to ever pay rent ever. landlords are pieces of shit. and putting money into something that i will never get anything back from is absurd and un-do-able to me.
i wish i could convince everyone i like to move out west with us, where life is still real. relocate. it's not so scary. i do it on an almost daily basis as it is. two days at jordan's, 3 days at leon's, one night with someone...ect.
the gallery is a bust. i'm not so upset. i never liked gizem all that much to begin with, well, at all really. she's a nice girl, BUT i've kinda made a deal with myself not to work with potheads or associate with such types. not cuz of any particular elitism (althougth i do think people who don't smoke all day are more likeable) but just because i hate pot culture and what it makes people into. anyway, gizem cowardly posted on the message board for the gallery that we were not meeting and we should all return our keys and fuck off. change of heart. harumph! really, we were all into the idea of a collective, working well together and on the same page. she was't. not from the get-go, as they say. i never really expected to get anything out of the gallery other than maybe a place to sell my jewelry, but even that was sketchy because i really really REALLY don't like paying someone to sell my art. i've fine so far not doing that. so we are moving on. we have a torch on its way and will spend time getting the rest of the tools we need so we have a shop set up by oh...next week.
i really enjoy drinking fancy beer. two weekends in a row we have had a long night of drinking at leon's and it as been hecka fun. except that i keep drinking too much. its a little weird that it keeps happening on the weekend, cuz its not like the 3 of us have jobs. hah. and last saturday leon's bro was having friends over too so we hung out with the thuggie kids, played beer pong in the garage, (yes. really.) and listened to rap and spoke spanish. leon was really wasted and although the chubby columbian girl, who was single, was all over him, he just wanted to sneak into the kitchen and make out with me. which...was ok with me.
dumpstering again every night sure does make it feel like home and since we have now stocked the fridges of all the houses we sleep at, the kitchens feel like home too. and it keeps relations good. we all the time need more food so hanging out with jordan is great. well, just hanging out with him in general is great. im at his house tonight and he and weiz are xboxing. its so cute. j and i made tomato sauce cuz of the stupid amounts of tomatoes we got last night and more good food is on the way. i may have convinced jordan to come out west. 1 down.
im back on the pill and i think i ovulated today. that is to say, i ovulated for the first time in over a year and i think i felt it.
i hope everyone is having fun fucking voting today. assholes.
i'm not really happy here, i don't think. its hard to say cuz i've been so scandalously busy and people are banging down my door to hang out all the bloody time. and boy issues. and money issues.
sitting around all day isn't doing it for me. the cold isn't doing it for me. so really, all i have to do is get my bike and leave. i think. and build a house? at the very least buy a house. temporarily. i refuse to ever pay rent ever. landlords are pieces of shit. and putting money into something that i will never get anything back from is absurd and un-do-able to me.
i wish i could convince everyone i like to move out west with us, where life is still real. relocate. it's not so scary. i do it on an almost daily basis as it is. two days at jordan's, 3 days at leon's, one night with someone...ect.
the gallery is a bust. i'm not so upset. i never liked gizem all that much to begin with, well, at all really. she's a nice girl, BUT i've kinda made a deal with myself not to work with potheads or associate with such types. not cuz of any particular elitism (althougth i do think people who don't smoke all day are more likeable) but just because i hate pot culture and what it makes people into. anyway, gizem cowardly posted on the message board for the gallery that we were not meeting and we should all return our keys and fuck off. change of heart. harumph! really, we were all into the idea of a collective, working well together and on the same page. she was't. not from the get-go, as they say. i never really expected to get anything out of the gallery other than maybe a place to sell my jewelry, but even that was sketchy because i really really REALLY don't like paying someone to sell my art. i've fine so far not doing that. so we are moving on. we have a torch on its way and will spend time getting the rest of the tools we need so we have a shop set up by oh...next week.
i really enjoy drinking fancy beer. two weekends in a row we have had a long night of drinking at leon's and it as been hecka fun. except that i keep drinking too much. its a little weird that it keeps happening on the weekend, cuz its not like the 3 of us have jobs. hah. and last saturday leon's bro was having friends over too so we hung out with the thuggie kids, played beer pong in the garage, (yes. really.) and listened to rap and spoke spanish. leon was really wasted and although the chubby columbian girl, who was single, was all over him, he just wanted to sneak into the kitchen and make out with me. which...was ok with me.
dumpstering again every night sure does make it feel like home and since we have now stocked the fridges of all the houses we sleep at, the kitchens feel like home too. and it keeps relations good. we all the time need more food so hanging out with jordan is great. well, just hanging out with him in general is great. im at his house tonight and he and weiz are xboxing. its so cute. j and i made tomato sauce cuz of the stupid amounts of tomatoes we got last night and more good food is on the way. i may have convinced jordan to come out west. 1 down.
im back on the pill and i think i ovulated today. that is to say, i ovulated for the first time in over a year and i think i felt it.
i hope everyone is having fun fucking voting today. assholes.