So sleepy. I'm not doing a Music Monday, because it's way too early for me to be into actually posting. I'm just musing on the fact that I need a new pair of utilitarian black shoes.

Spent a good part of the weekend out and about. Friday was drinks with the engineers, never a good idea. Saturday was early morning work, a museum, and chilling in pajamas toward the end of the evening. Last night, I cleaned up a whole bunch of paperwork. So much to shred.

OH! I finished Rant. Not his best work, but not horrible. It was Triple Sec. I'm about to start M for Magic by Neil Gaiman. It's one of his 9-12 Readers' books. I'm doing well on my goal for reading more this year.

I also spent about twenty minutes in bed this morning transferring music to my iPod from my computer. I don't normally do that, but I woke up a bit earlier than usual today.

Pet peeve

There's one thing I can't stand on the train and normally I don't mind it because I have headphones on, but I hate people who discuss their personal shit on their cell phones.

The woman next to me has a rebellious teen (who she is handling completely wrong), a moron sister (who she isn't patient with), a mother who is possibly a horse abuser (who she's completely judgemental of).

Don't air your personal shit on the train. If I have to be on the phone and on the train at the same time, I try to keep my conversation direct and to the point. I know it makes me sound like a jackass.

Hey, lady, if it's not your business, why are you shooting the shit about it on the train and talking about judging them? Also, her sister's divorce is shitty, big surprise. Wow, she's the only responsible one in the family. I'm sure.

Ugh. Trashy trashy trashy.
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The drunk kids, the Catholics, they're both about the same...

Trashy Tuesday Confession: I've smoked the wrong end of a cigarette sober. It was always around this one boy who made me super nervous, which was funny because I didn't like him all that much. When I smoke around boys I do like a lot, nothing. 

I've been using the Frilly Lilly Products I won and my skin feels incredible. I've also worked out for the last three nights and that feels good, too. I'm just doing some basic resistance for toning, but taking care of myself feels good. 

I think I'm going to try Aveda's skincare line, because I really like what it's done for a friend of mine. I just got distracted because I remembered he has a blog. So, I checked it out.

Music Monday next week. I had one picked for this week, but I already rep that shit hard. 

I've been reading:

Rant - Chuck Palahniuk

I've been watching:

An American Crime

[Also: Pushing Daisies, Family Guy, and Supernatural]

I've been listening to:

New Found Glory - Sticks and Stones

[Also: The Aldrich Family, podcasts, Motion City Soundtrack, and Bright Eyes]

Blogging from Chapters

I love still being new at a place of employment, I'm not embittered the way 5+ year people are. The only thing I wish I could do is talk to people at cash the way Shelton does. He has something to say no matter what topic he's talking about. He doesn't know I admire that skill, I'm keeping that a secret. Shhhhhhhh......
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I can't shake the feeling that I'm living in a dream. Not in the good way and not in the bad way, just in the way that I'm tired all the time and can't seem to get rid of the feeling.

"She has to be stopped."

Sorry, Dakota Fanning, straight from the mouths of one of my homo-lifemates.

I think next week I won't leave my house in the evenings, I'll just relax at home and do things I've been meaning to do, like clean my room.

New Cursive album is out on Tuesday. I love that Tim still writes about his mother when he's in his thirties. He makes me feel like less of a failbot. Also making me feel like less of a failbot is Joe walking in wearing a white and green argyle golf shirt.

Tozser, Chandrasekaran, Vihristencu. I can pronounce those words and you can't!

If The World's At Large, Why Should I Remain?

I spent the weekend with one of the people I love the most in the entire world. I always hope he knows that I deeply and desperately love him. Not in the deep and desperate way that would make it awkward, just in the way that he's seen me at my worst and loves me regardless. 

Tonight, one of my friends is falling apart. She's one of a very few I can count on in the pinchiest of pinches. My dear friend, I don't want you to worry. Like I said, don't let the man [or the hand you hold] hold you down. 

For a reason that eludes me, I'm deeply and desperately in love with the world at large. It's strange because everyone who lives will some day die, and die alone. We will all float on okay, though. I promise. 

Oh God. This weekend.

Late planes, late nights.

Never has this phrase been more applicable:

"Those nights that turned into mornings, with those friends that turned into family."

♥

Thursday: Arrived late, had sushi with Mitchell and Lydia. Watched High Fidelity.

Friday: Bought a silo worth of alcohol, had coffee and cigarettes with Landon, bought shoes, looked at comics, had dinner, consumed silo of alcohol, jump-attacked Lydia and Tristan in bed, bought more alcohol, got drunker, watched Landon headsmash, wrangled Landon home, discussed many deep things, went to the water, went on Tangents [capitalized for emphasis, frequency, and our ability to come back to the point], went to the waterfront, went to the sauna, got locked out of the sauna, tried every wacky scheme we could to get in, sat in the elevator and pretended we were trapped, finally got let in by a woman coming home from the bar, went upstairs, smoked a last cigarette, went to bed watching Family Guy.

Saturday: Woke up and watched more Family Guy, visited Landon at work, bought books, got dinner, watched Ghost Town, began drinking second silo of alcohol, got fancied up, drew on glass walls, attended gala, won a Frilly Lily gift basket from a silent auction, Mitchell won 20 lbs of fudge [don't bother making jokes, we already made every single one of them], went to the gay bar, went to another gay bar, got super salty, came home, made a video about our saltiness, watched racially insensitive material, took more pictures, went to bed.

Sunday: [Original day of departure] Woke up at 9 a.m., went to Elbow Room, got sexually harassed and extremely drunk at breakfast, went back to the apartment, lounged, packed, went shopping, bought comics, watched Almost Famous, had sushi, missed flight, went to hotel, was salty, watched Family Channel, slept.

Monday: Hotel failed in waking me up, almost missed flight again, made flight, went home, showered, went to work.

Yes, I do always rule this much. Sexless marriages, polygamy, and photos to follow when I don't fail as much.

The gay bar

Omg. The bathrooms at Celebrities make me the happiest. Again, fuck los angeles, vancouver, I'm yours.

Ho No, bitches.
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Mitchell says I don't blog enough, and since last night proved that I do whatever he tells me, here's a blog.

All my bags are packed; I'm ready to go.

Sarah is covering me, sort of, while I'm gone. This means I will no longer have to listen to my boss mumble under her breath. She does this all the time, talk to herself. I have an inner monologue, but it's inner. As in "No one else hears what I am saying to myself in my head."

She doesn't seem to get this concept.

I'm in Vancouver this weekend, where I shall remain whisk-less but protected by the fact that I'll be in a high-rise. If I were to be in a horror movie, though, it would be on Saturday Night when I'm at a gala in high heels that look wildly inappropriate for day to day life. Picture this:

I hold a glass of wine in my hand, laughing softly at some joke one of my companions has just made and I'm ready to engage in our patented witty repartee when all of a sudden, the lights go out. "It's just a breaker," someone calls out. "They'll have it fixed in a moment."

It'll rain, because it always rains. There might be thunder and lightning but probably not. Eventually, someone will try to leave because the dark makes people of all ages uncomfortable, whether they admit it or not. That's when they'll find the doors locked.

Me? I'm still frozen with my wine glass halfway to my lips. That's when the first scream erupts from somewhere on the outskirts of the crowd.

See? Horror movie waiting to happen. I'll ditch the heels and run like hell to the nearest window. I don't want to have to be in a sequel.

I can't remember the last time a serial killer stalked a gala, though. Maybe I'll be okay.

To Do To Day:

1. Stop at the bank
2. Stop at Shoe Store
3. Pack last-minute articles
4. Give you hell?

Post after this detailing exactly what I've been watching/listing to lately.

For Music Monday!

I'm choosing a song I love for the first download. If you don't have it, you've been living under a rock. I don't like things that live under rocks.

Manchester Orchestra - Golden Ticket

This song is probably the second song I heard by Manchester Orchestra that stuck with me. It's gorgeous and lonely and haunting and it makes my heart ache in a way I didn't know my heart could ache anymore.