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i can't put my finger on the right place to begin, so i'll just shove off from here.
i'll start with saturday - my birthday party day, not actual birth day, that happened on sunday. stopped off at the safeway by abby, brian, and liesl’s to pick up chinese food in preparation for an alcohol-infused evening. met a guy, erik (that's right, erik, with a "k")who possesed a cute dog, a bald head, and a master's degree in communications. i left safeway with his number and my general tsao's chicken. i will not be calling erik with a "k". i spent the remainder of the evening surprised with numerous six packs of pbr tall boys, cards, and barbie bags. liesl beat alex at a cupcake eating contest - quality. kellen asked me to go out on a date - his awkward invitation written in a cheesy birthday card complete with a restaurant business card was very him and made me a little too giddy.
sunday - braved public transportation so that i might hear of tals' fabulous utah marriage adventure. ate my first piece of fruit since i graudated - scurvy will not claim this little post-grad. lounged around at alex's until it became too unbearably muggy to function. Waiting for a bus on your birthday in the blistering sun may seem really romantic, but trust me, you feel more like a hooker staking her corner then a pretty birthday girl. one bus ride, one max ride, and one streetcar ride, and one hour later i was deposited safely back onto 23rd. first sunday i have not had to work since i began working at dosha - three months.
monday - back to work at the dosh. it's funny what my perception was of that place before i started working there. that the women at the front desk were all beautiful, a bit daft, and completely fucking secure. while they are all beautiful, they are so far from idiotic it hurts, and none of them are anywhere near secure. there are more neuroses in ten pounds of a dosha girl then you'll find in a mental ward. it's funny how the world sees them, us. i still can't figure it out exactly. but i feel like i'm back in high school, sitting at the popular table and realizing that they are just girls who don't get it, just like the rest of the kids who look over at us with that all to familiar mixture of envy and resentment glowing in their eyes.
so monday. worked until 8:30. took a different route home - away from the hordes on twenty-third. one of my favorite things about my neighborhood are the quick transitions - how quiet gives way to shouting tweens in short skirts from urban and mother's pushing babies in strollers that cost more then my monthly rent. it's much like the rest of my life right now - this shifting universe. i constantly feel as if i'm stepping into a parallel universe. what i thought of the real world has ceased to exist.
if someone would have sat me down last summer and told me "after you graduate, you're not going to move away and get a super job in a tiny town as an rd. you're going to move back to nw pdx and work at a salonspa. you're not going to be all lesbian. you might even make-out with your best-friend from highschool - the one who wrote you angsty love letters. you're taste in music will be a lot better, but you'll still jump for joy when the new nickel creek cd comes out" i would have laughed at them. probably kicked them in the shins for being such an idiot. but here i am. spending my monday evening at a dive bar called BOG, running into people from school, hanging out with my favorite dosha girl, having a biker named bob buying me pbr's. here i am on a tuesday - waking up late, vacuuming, moping, and sweeping my apartment building in order to scrape $100 off of my rent, reading a book found in the young-adult section when i was approximately 13, and listening to nickel creek in a coffee shop. And for the first time in quite awhile, being mostly content to do so.
i'll start with saturday - my birthday party day, not actual birth day, that happened on sunday. stopped off at the safeway by abby, brian, and liesl’s to pick up chinese food in preparation for an alcohol-infused evening. met a guy, erik (that's right, erik, with a "k")who possesed a cute dog, a bald head, and a master's degree in communications. i left safeway with his number and my general tsao's chicken. i will not be calling erik with a "k". i spent the remainder of the evening surprised with numerous six packs of pbr tall boys, cards, and barbie bags. liesl beat alex at a cupcake eating contest - quality. kellen asked me to go out on a date - his awkward invitation written in a cheesy birthday card complete with a restaurant business card was very him and made me a little too giddy.
sunday - braved public transportation so that i might hear of tals' fabulous utah marriage adventure. ate my first piece of fruit since i graudated - scurvy will not claim this little post-grad. lounged around at alex's until it became too unbearably muggy to function. Waiting for a bus on your birthday in the blistering sun may seem really romantic, but trust me, you feel more like a hooker staking her corner then a pretty birthday girl. one bus ride, one max ride, and one streetcar ride, and one hour later i was deposited safely back onto 23rd. first sunday i have not had to work since i began working at dosha - three months.
monday - back to work at the dosh. it's funny what my perception was of that place before i started working there. that the women at the front desk were all beautiful, a bit daft, and completely fucking secure. while they are all beautiful, they are so far from idiotic it hurts, and none of them are anywhere near secure. there are more neuroses in ten pounds of a dosha girl then you'll find in a mental ward. it's funny how the world sees them, us. i still can't figure it out exactly. but i feel like i'm back in high school, sitting at the popular table and realizing that they are just girls who don't get it, just like the rest of the kids who look over at us with that all to familiar mixture of envy and resentment glowing in their eyes.
so monday. worked until 8:30. took a different route home - away from the hordes on twenty-third. one of my favorite things about my neighborhood are the quick transitions - how quiet gives way to shouting tweens in short skirts from urban and mother's pushing babies in strollers that cost more then my monthly rent. it's much like the rest of my life right now - this shifting universe. i constantly feel as if i'm stepping into a parallel universe. what i thought of the real world has ceased to exist.
if someone would have sat me down last summer and told me "after you graduate, you're not going to move away and get a super job in a tiny town as an rd. you're going to move back to nw pdx and work at a salonspa. you're not going to be all lesbian. you might even make-out with your best-friend from highschool - the one who wrote you angsty love letters. you're taste in music will be a lot better, but you'll still jump for joy when the new nickel creek cd comes out" i would have laughed at them. probably kicked them in the shins for being such an idiot. but here i am. spending my monday evening at a dive bar called BOG, running into people from school, hanging out with my favorite dosha girl, having a biker named bob buying me pbr's. here i am on a tuesday - waking up late, vacuuming, moping, and sweeping my apartment building in order to scrape $100 off of my rent, reading a book found in the young-adult section when i was approximately 13, and listening to nickel creek in a coffee shop. And for the first time in quite awhile, being mostly content to do so.