Currently Listening Hatful of Hollow By The Smiths see related

- How Soon Is Now?

Blah.

The photo on this here little blog is me last summer. Back when I was a lousy degenerate who partied waaaaaaay too much and lived in the suburbs.

Now my hair is it's natural color. I have a nice, conservative haircut. I hardly go to the bar. Don't do any of those wicked, evil drugs any more. And I drink far less. Oh, and I live in the actual city in a much bigger apartment and have this girlfriend.

Yet somehow I've become far less productive. And, I fear, far less interesting.

Obviously I was mistaken in what needed to be done to improve myself....
And, of course, my artistic viability. la la la....
Oh, and possibly I picked up the obscene taint of professionalism.

So obviously the outrageous amount of partying and debauchery was merely a symptom of the problem.
Yah, duh.

See, the real problem is that I'm lazy and procrastinate so I don't have to deal with actual failure and the resulting pain and shame and disappointment.

As long as I fail and avoid in completely half-assed ways I don't really mind....too much. It makes for a good story, eh?

Then I get pissed off at myself for being such a lazy, evil bastard and try to do something about it.
Then.......I come across some sort of strife or drama or opposition. And I collapse "like a flan in a cupboard" (haha)
And then go back to procrastinating and dicking around and pretending to improve.

In short, I feel like I am mostly full of shit.

I need to work on that.

So, I have a new job. It's pretty cool! I sling bagels and coffee and salad at office workers. My boss's name is Dick. He's an old gay man. His boyfriend owns the hair salon next door. COOOOOOOOOOL. My coworkers are pretty rad. I get tips. And I never, ever have to work weekends.
I like it.

However, it has come to my attention (in quite an annoying fashion) that I need to get my wisdom teeth removed.

arrgh.

I should've done it a few years back, I'm sure. But I always had OTHER stuff to do. I hate going to the dentist! It's so crappy and annoying, and like most doctor stuff, always seems to take up a indecent-size chunk of my day. Oh yah, and I heard that getting-yr-wisdom-teeth-yanked-shit really hurts.
So, obviously, like with most things that suck, I procrastinated.

And now I just have to suck it up and do it. Argh.

Which is lame. Coz I just got this really cool job. But I'm not sure if they even offer insurance there (I should ask). Especially to me, since I just started a WEEK ago. Argh.

See, I'm generally an obscenely healthy girl. I take care of myself and eat properly and floss regularly. And now this! Oh the indignity!

Oh well.

I just wish this could've waited to make itself a general pain in the ass for a few more months or so. When it would be more convenient for me to take care of such things.

No time like the present, I suppose?

Did I mention it's a flipping Holiday Weekend? So I mean, really, lame. How much can I actually get done about it today? It's Saturday, for goodness sake!
I am thoroughly annoyed.

Blah.

So things are even less crappy now and actually kind of good. Rawk.

Currently I am drunk. I drank out on "The Stoop" with my neighbors and it felt like a completely worthwhile experience. Especially since our cool apt. manager just got fired. And, as a result, we probably will not be allowed to drink on the stoop ever again once the new apt. manager moves in.

Our old manager was lazy, but laid back. And would let us have a beer on the stoop and smoke a cigarette and socialize about our stupid jobs. Now we're annoyed b/c we're technichally not supposed to. Which sucks, since we don't have balconies and summer is coming.

Anyway, I will keep this short. I would rather not discuss in such a public forum what I am thinking. Mostly because of the time to write it down involved. Emails from certain individuals welcome.

<3 me

Ah, things are far less stressfull now. It's very exciting and happy. Well, maybe not exciting, but definately a relief.

I bought a snare drum today. Laura bought a hand drum. Rawk!

tomorrow we'll probably look at a dining room table and chairs.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, fun.

It's really cool, buying furniture/household supplies/music equiptment. Dave and I have lived in Portland for a little over two years. So it's probably about fucking time.
We have a couch. We're getting a piano delivered in a couple of days. If all goes well Laura and I will be studying music this fall.

I've been feeling a little edgy and grumpy since my two unreliable fucker friends didn't come visit me on my vacation. fuckers.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR.

la la la.

But, oh well. I feel like playing music or possibly reading my astrology chart that Laura's mom computed for me today. Apparantly I relate to the outside world like a Sagittarius. hrmmm........

Monday=back to the grind.

blah blah blah..........

less angsty. i'm going out later to hang out with some people i haven't seen in a while. and to meet their new puppy.