every other word is "uh huh", "yeah, ok"

me and sara(h) p found one of those motorized scooter/wheelchair things. it works and we're going downtown to pick up babes...and groceries soon. be on the lookout.

photos some other time. it's late.

21.

for a while, i kept having this reoccuring dream: it's like a movie trailer. there's a diver standing on the spring board about to take an elaborate fall into the pool below but then his eyeballs come out of his head and no one even notices and things become less good.

the sun is nice, but i have tans in unflattering places--eyeglasses, watch, sock, farmer's. i can't wait till i start doing something significant with my life.

my first real haircut. (snipped by clare)

now when i ride my bike, my braids tickle my underarms.

my first holga shots arent very impressive. i was a little embarrased to pick them up from photo solutions. i'd like to think i know what i'm doing when i'm handling a camera. i forgot to take the mask thing out so i can take square pictures and i didnt even get any cool vignettes from light leaks. i'm convinced that this "holga" is really just a drinking cup.

(i purchased ticket no. 006 for the mirah show next month--i'm so stoked but also worried that i'll get star-struck)

in our cupboard. me and joe had to dispose of all our rice and pastas. they even got into my herbal supplements. i keep thinking i can feel the larvae crawling up my legs and then i puke. i think bugs are pretty cool, but not when they're leaving empty pupa in my foodstuffs.

things that aren't vomit-inducing:

penny


mom


bikes

walking around tonight--my legs feel sufficiently slapped and stingy.

i definitely said too much and now things are weird feeling.

i've got to stop wasting time doing things like this.

no matter how ugly those critters can be, i am not a bug murderer. i even wrote a song about how bugs and animals are good people. but i hate silverfish so much. they really creep me out. i get pretty violent with them if i find them creeping their creepy bodies on my bedding.

i'm having an online conversation with one of my roommates in the next room.

how is it already 4am?! i was sleepy at 7pm.

me in the summer:



me in the winter:

i dont want to be a bristle

my queen molar has now been crowned.

but things still suck bad.

stuff was easier being a hermit cave gal where people didn't depend on me and i sat alone eating sandwiches and practicing putting on socks.

oh boy.

i finished recording my songs.


truly, i had no intentions on going to that wedding.

i can't sl"eep