June 2008

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Unnecessary Bitterness

Yesterday and Today were hot. Very hot. Like, 80s with humidity hot.

On Wednesday of this week, on my way to work I texted my girlfriend and I said, “It’s supposed to be 80’s this wknd. We should all go to Alki.” Exactly that. I’m reading it from my phone.

Yesterday, we went to the considerably smaller, considerably harder to get to, considerably less beachy, considerably not actually on the ocean Mount Baker park. How did we end up at this less scenic, less fun place, you ask? Well, allow me to enlighten you.

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I’m Drunk

And these are hilarious. Happy Friday!

Come To Our House

We’ll cook you dinner.

Fifties Mom

Via the wondrous Things Younger Than John McCain, written by some anonymous smart person:

Tom gets up at 6:00 AM to prepare his morning coffee. He fills his pot with good, clean drinking water because some liberal fought for minimum water quality standards. He takes his daily medication with his first swallow of coffee. His medications are safe to take because some liberal fought to insure their safety and that they work as advertised.

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Morning Sickness

I woke up at 6:30 this morning not feeling particularly well. My bed is very comfortable and I love it much, but over the past week and a half, I’ve developed this habit of waking up about an hour or so before my alarm is set to go off. I think my body does this in order to A, torture me, or B, try to get me to sabotage myself by turning the noisy thing off. I don’t.

So I woke up earlier than I’ve had to wake up in a number of weeks and went to my first day of class, sick. It sucked. Then I left my Sigg at school, and had to go back before work and get it. It was still there (I’m quite lucky for that).

Then I went to work, and it was uneventful except that fifteen minutes before I left, one of the many Sara(h)s that work there (the really cool, quirky one) started a conversation with me that was humorous, insightful, and interesting so that I didn’t have to do any more work until I left. It was pretty sweet.

Last night we had a small housewarming party for the new apartment that only three people besides us (the residents) came to. It was low key, but it was great nonetheless.

Other than that, nothing is really going on. My days are routine and regular and a little mind-numbing. But I’m looking forward to some things to break it up, like my family coming to visit over July 4th weekend.

Gospel

So, it turns out I live two houses away from some Baptist church or something. They’ve been very noisy all day, playing live repetitive music and singing loudly about how wonderful Jesus is. It’s actually pretty annoying after a while, frankly.

No Thing

I really have nothing to say right now. It’s not that I don’t want to write a blog, or can’t. I just don’t have anything right now.

I’m starting my summer class tomorrow. Yesterday we witnessed explosions going off in the Central District. I’ve played through the first two Silent Hill games and watched a handful of movies. We play a lot of Halo 2.

It’s not sunny here like it is at home. I don’t mean that it’s not sunny. I mean that the sunshine is different. Just like the sun is different in San Diego, or Juneau. It makes me miss my childhood.

Hardware

New Macbook Pro, sucka

This is my new Macbook Pro. He came in the mail yesterday, effectively replacing the dead heap of a Powerbook G4 behind him. Behind that is the kitchen of my apartment.

I don’t know whether it is because I have not used a Macbook before or because I just haven’t used a computer (that wasn’t my work PC) for more than an hour over the past week and a half, but it’s like I have to get used to it. I feel like a noob.

Anyway, I’m tired and I have to leave for work in, like, forty minutes. I’ll get back to posting with some regularity this week, for those of you who even care.

Yuppie

Yesterday, I checked out of room 1226 of Campion Hall, effectively moving out of college dorms forever. It was unceremonious and hectic and amazing.

Living in an apartment is the shit. Living in this apartment is the shit. I have a fantastic view, it’s sunny, it’s huge, I have a gigantic comfy queen-sized IKEA bed. Living without schoolwork is something I feel like I haven’t felt in too long, and it’s wondrous. All we’ve done the past two days is play Halo 2, drink beer, and grill hamburgers and hot dogs. It’s pretty much the shit. Also, Seattle finally wised up and realized it’s June and the sun came out. It’s seventy-something.

I don’t even mind that I have work tomorrow. Because my job is the shit. I get paid hella dollars to go in for four hours and do uncomplicated tasks and I enjoy my coworkers, supervisors, and the overall feel of the office.

I guess you could say I love my job. A first. Too bad it took four jobs to do it.

I got my debit card situation settled, and I ordered a new computer. When that arrives later this week, you’ll see more regular posts from me, when I won’t have to use Rachel’s to do this.

In any case, I have couches, a big bed, futons, floors and sleeping bags. What I’m trying to say is, come visit. Plz?

Broken Shit We Used To Fix

I haven’t used the internet for more than probably thirty minutes over the past three days. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Just an inconvenient thing. My computer is completely dead. This is a bad thing. I think all the nails are in the coffin and that fucker’s in the ground. It will turn on just fine, make the big Apple “hurrah” noise, show the little apple symbol with the loading circle, then go absolutely shit fucking nowhere.

I’ve been intending to buy a new computer for a long time. It’s just inconvenient because there is some stuff I haven’t saved that I may want. But also, now it will fetch a considerably lesser price on eBay.

I tried to buy a new one the other day. Apple’s web site wouldn’t authorize my card. I blamed Apple. I got mad at computers as a whole. The next day, Starbucks declined my card. It turns out my bank put a hold on my card because of purchases they saw as suspect. Who knows, maybe someone’s buying my shit without me knowing. Or maybe I’m simply moving into an apartment and my bank is retarded.

You be the judge.

Rest In Peace/Rot In Hell

My computer’s hard drive is dead.

Me, Today

At my new place of work, the employees have this way of letting everyone know what they’re doing within a given period of time by sending out an office-wide email with the subject “Me, [period of time]“.

This is my first blog from the new apartment. I’ll put up photos soon. Currently, there is not wireless, so I’m sitting on the couch plugged directly into the modem. I should be doing a paper. But I’m not. I have four more pages to write by tomorrow before 9:50am.

Today was the last day of formal classes. Allāhu Akbar. My only class today was environmental studies, which involved simply going kayaking on Mercer Slough. I was excited to go, until this morning when it was 52 degrees and raining. I skipped the class. I skipped kayaking. A new low.

Today was the senior streak, or “Quadstreak” as it’s colloquially known. It’s an event that occurs annually around the same time involving two dozen students running completely nude through the university’s quad surrounded by hundreds of their fellow students. It’s a sort of tradition, I guess. I saw lots of boobies and even more male junk than I bargained for. Some guy did flips. One chick was painted from neck to toe. Another had a luchador mask on. Alls I know is that it was probably the definition of Jerry Seinfeld’s “bad naked.”

Today, I have to go to the studio and bounce my final. I’ll put it up in all of it’s lameness at some point. After that I have to finish my paper. Tomorrow I have to pass them both in. Then I have to go pick up a bed frame in Fremont. Then I have to edit a paper.

Been busy. But it’s all over soon.

Busyness As Usual

To those of you who may check this blog as obsessively as I check other blogs, I’m sorry I haven’t posted. I’m sure that no one exists out there that “obsessively” reads this thing. There’s absolutely no way my day-to-day is that compelling.

I’ve been ridiculously busy these past few weeks. If you read this thing, than you know the deal. I’m working two jobs. I’m moving into a new place. I’m finding furniture and mattresses and stuff without much help of automobiles.

Except for that British guy and his American lady friend who helped drive our $23 IKEA couch all the way across Capitol Hill for no compensation. Wherever you guys are, you’re fucking amazing.

I have to write a paper and do other shit for school, but I simply do not care at this point. I haven’t cared for the past three or four weeks. I have class over the summer. I actually am resisting that thought at this point. Who knows how that’s going to play out.

Tonight I feel like I should be more cynical than I am. And that’s pretty fucking cynical.

“What a badass.”

Crunch Time

In a few hours I am going to begin the two week process of moving into my first apartment. I’m bringing decorations, food, storage, and a gallimaufry of other items that are no longer needed for my use in the dorm room. We are going through the arduous process of finding cheap (hopefully free) furniture on Craiglist, Freecycle, or on the streets.

While all of this is going on, I’m trying to juggle two jobs (more on that later), coordinate reading Benito Cereno by Melville for English class and then doing a presentation on it by Thursday and writing an 8- to 10-page paper on it by the 10th. I have also booked eight-plus hours of studio time over four days in order to record a half-way decent final project to be presented Thursday in class.

Needless to say it’s getting crazy.

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