June, July & August
.home. Today is 10 June 2006 Making me happy pools current
lyrics I’m just whispering to myself so I can’t pretend that
I don’t know I’ve had my hair in messy pigtails for the
past half a day & I’m really digging it. I haven’t worn
pigtails in about 7 years so it’s kinda neat. I
wish I could stop caring. Hard core stop caring, like move to a new state and
meet someone new and forget someone old stop caring. That would be amazing. I made a list of things I want to have in my life
when I “grow up”. (And by “grown up” I mean “live
by myself”. So at least I have criteria and it’s not some foggy,
abstract term.) I want to use sea salt in a sea salt grinder instead of shaker
salt. I want to have fresh flowers in a vase every week. I want to buy only the
nice toilet paper and not scrimp by using the super thin stuff. I want to have
stationary & write cards. I
want to have music playing all the time. I have a wonderful idea of what it
means to be grown up, I’m sure. I’m off now to bbq a
little bit & play on slip’n’slides
& build a fire to burn things in. Today is 4th of July Making me happy
never having to say no twice I had a lot to say a while ago, but most of that has
passed. Basically in June I saw my family, got drunk, got evicted, and sat on
my ass. It was wonderful. Random thoughts: I don’t own a hairbrush. Are
you done messing with my head yet? I’m glad my oral herpes cleared up (just
kidding. But for real, glad my lip is back to normal.) I hate product
placement. Hate. This has been the
most boring/lonely month ever. And finally, for touching my friend, I’d
like to make sure you can never get it up again. Today is 20 July 2006 Making me happy
randomness Listening to throwdown with bobby flay I found a place to live & am getting the usual
amount of new-apartment excited. I
was rifling through some old cards and letters tonight, looking for something
super special & amusing to frame at my new place, and I found this card
that’s ‘everything a woman should know…’ from Jenny, I think
on my 21st. “I
love our drive-bys and all the other random, weird stuff that no one else will
ever totally get.” Jenny & I had more fun than can be described when
we lived together. How to use a stick shift; a plunger;
understand the difference b.t don’t tell a soul
& don’t tell a soul I mean it; know her mind; change it; have
protection handy; but not too handy; use special china; and special underwear
for no special reason; over commit; come through; refuse to do it again; do it
again; be able to discuss first and ten; have better things to do; set
boundaries; go camping; grow something; dance crazy all alone; stare at
a phone; get dressed in five minutes; be a princess; get over it; believe in
the perfect man; get over it; read; walk; flirt; shock; listen; sing;
thank God; be single and like it; a lot; raise a child; or not; see a
wrinkle and be reminded of her youth; not her age. (All things underlined are things I’m not
very good at. yet. & I also own every fresh ink card hallmark has ever printed.) Today is 16 August 2006 Making me happy
the 329 G black book Listening to runaway
train Somehow it never fails that when I go grocery
shopping and get to the part where I want to pick out yogurt; the guy is
restocking everything and has his huge cart in my way. I can’t think of a
time I’ve ever successfully bought yogurt on the first try. I have a lot of frivolous books. The
art of doing nothing. What every woman should have. Cute things cats do.
How to be happy. 1000 things to do before you die.
Little books that intrigue you in small bookstores that you stand there and
read for 20 minutes, but then never really flip though anymore once they’re
on your shelf at home. I need more books of substance. An amazing book
collection is on my list of things that will make me more grown up, and it’s
not going as well as I’d planned. (As is the case with most things on
that list) I’m sort of in love with my 4th shelf down, the one
with the 15 or so books on politics/the world that make me feel smart for
having read. (Or just purchased. Whatever) Back to unpacking. Today is the 31st Making me
happy blue votive holders Listening to pepper.
Duh. My big left toenail was cracked on Friday night from
being run over with a wakeboard on a tile floor. Then it was kicked all the way
off monday night at a concert when I walked up to an
emerging mosh pit thinking “I really hope they
don’t start moshing b.c
I got a toenail kicked off senior year at the old brick city.” Self fulfilling
prophecy I guess. I cut all my hair off again the other night. For
real off this time though. Super short complete with stacking, layering &
side swept bangs. Some of my friends have the same dining room table
in their new house that my dad had in his house. It was a little weird seeing
it there. I don’t know what
the chances are that it’s really the same table, but I just stared at it
for a while when I was there. All my dad’s
furniture was sold after he died, and one of the guys’ moms got it for
them, but he didn’t know where from, so I guess it’s possible that it could be the same one. Tucher in a bottle is one of my top 4
favorite beers, the dance party mix on my itunes is
the shit & I’m still pretty happy about a couple kisses from last
weekend.