11:37:47 - my google reader is back under control. i unsubscribed to three blogs, "marked as read" two, and actually looked at every FOUNDDD entry.

d-jr. day/monday:

i left you there, i hid upstairs

i had to kid because you're the one i see

i looked around, i felt the ground

it's soul not found, it's hard enough for me

i don't know dinosaur jr. much but i've had Farm on repeat all day - its one of those cloudy weather bands for me.

dear Pearl,

pearl has two tumors in her insides :( she also is getting skinny. the vet said to feed her lots.
one tumor is in her lungs i think, and i forget where the other is. and she has the goopiest eyes but we got some medicine for that. MYBABBBBY!! ::((

thanks dolores!

just watched this, i don't know why i did. its on that level with Kids - where you watch and you want to vomit/cover your eyes but you can't stop watching cos you just want to finish it.

yicky.

last time

i was in chicago, carmen and i listened to records in her apartment and made rad crafts:

randoms.

haha. so i am way into that sweater wolf shoulder thang going on up there.

and the pencil scarf. if i found that in a goodwill for like a dollar i would totally buy it.

chase is using my sandwich baggies for weed.

WHAT ABOUT MY FUTURE SANDWICHES??

thinking about:

1. getting my dad a SAMCRO shirt for christmas (BEST IDEA EVER!)

2. wallet made out of seat belts for layna (average idea, considering she upgraded her wallet size XL to accommodate checks)

3. Thanksgiving Break, meaning baking an apple-cranberrie pie for dessert!!! YUM-O!

4. What should I get my mother? She is crazy hard to shop for.

5. Watching The Maiden Heist which i just downloaded and looks fairly entertaining.

6. Tim would make me walk up a big fucking hill to get home after drinking beer and sangria.

7. I really, really, really, really, really, really need to shower. I hate showering.

8. WRITE YOUR FUCKING PAPER!!!!!

9. Get on top of homework.

10. Don't sweat cos your Lit teacher totally found your Midterm and you won't fail the class what so ever.

11. Find Villain outfit thats not super shitty. Nurse Ratched OR the nothing from the Never Ending Story. (this totally depends on the goodwill/salv arm selection).

12. Take a shower, put on a movie, fall asleep.

is it to depressing to see a movie by yourself?

(A Serious Man)

i should probably make/find a friend pretty quick cos its really depressing without one. it's made me grow to hate weekends or holidays off in the middle of the week, i literally have NOTHING to do. and not in a good way, more of a "why should i bother getting out of bed" kind of way. way depressing.

but, i guess we'll find out about the solo movie trip. it'll be my first time. but if chris can do it, so can i.

nice to see you both,

annnndddd more creative bug art:

and then tim was awkward. he also wears size 8 girl skinny jeans, like... skinnyskinnySKINNY jeans. really they just remind me of tights with some scrunch in the knee. i think that there is a point when skinny jeans are to skinny for boys.

yeah !

yeah. i just put this on paul's wall, but i'm still laughing at it. dis is what we watched in my jazz class today, which i am failing, by the way. BUT i will just force myself to write a hella good paper and then maybe i won't be failing anymore.

whatever. doesn't matter. the point is, this class is totally pointless.

but this guy came in with a silver tenor sax and i died of jealousy.

for CB

not as funny as your vid. mine are more like a series of secret pictures/vids of me in a living room with other peeple.!

l,s,d

the morning after ----

finally, after much lounging around, i made myself breakfast.

it was my first time making eggs over easy, and i would say that i made them pretty fucking well.

tortillas and a veggie burger for extra flavaflav. and now that i have had this monstrous breakfast my cupboards are begging for some food to be shelved on them. but heavy food shopping + bike for transportation = weak food shopping, so my cupboards will have to wait.

last night was interesting, to say the least. i meant to get video of tim explaining some weird ridiculous trip he has been on cos he seriously talks about it for ten minutes.

ALSO we went to bed a 4 am or something. and then at 9:30 tim was vacuuming; WHO DOES THAT? although our carpet doesn't look like its breeding any tiny carpet babies anymore. serious plus.

ps. i want dis.

i'm kinda bummed. i go to one college and the teacher tells me my writing sounds like a piano being dragged down a staircase, then i got to the jc and i am like the goddess of writing - i can do no wrong and my essays are structure almost perfectly, and then i transfer to a big old UC and they suggest i get a writing tutor (okay, granted i got a B- on my paper, its not THAT sloppy) but like. whtf.

its probably just my surroundings, like tiny napa jc vs. big 300 person classes.

ohwells,

i gotta take a shower. my hair looks like i dumped a bunch of olive oil on it. FIRST i think i will make coffee. showers are for clean-bed-night-time.

i did it,

i found my dream house, gunna live here with lots of kittykats:

random.

my lit class was cancelled today, which is not giving me plenty of time to get the gut of my paper out microsoft word before the weekend. sarah, jon, and mike b are coming down for the weekend to pick up and we are going to spend a couple of nights at jon's cabin in carmel. very exciting since i tend to dread weekends here, only because i know close to nobody. plus tim is working every night this weekend and chances are he'll just be hanging out with grace when he gets off work. ANYWAY.

i am sitting here, hoping to get a lot of my paper done before i ACTUALLY get distracted and all i can do is sit here and look at chase's snake. its using all its force to push against the walls of his cage, its trying desperately to escape his four walls. i hope he is just hungry so that he doesn't actually escape and end up curled up in some area of this apartment (ie. i don't want him in my room, like coiled up at the foot of my bed or something). i really hope chase feeds him, although he might be to stoned to remember. actually, its 1:30 pm and he hasn't even come out of his room. last night tim told me he was bipolar. which makes total sense cos he will mention something one minute and then, next thing you know, he's in his room with the door shut. anyway, its funny because when tim is not here chase and i don't really talk about anything and sort of stay in our respected areas and then tim comes home and we're all in the living room talking about something truly ridiculous.

speaking of which, living with tim is really not all bad (besides that one time i heard him and grace having sex). i just realized this is a really weird blog post. i also realized (not recently, like the second i opened the bloggerbrowser) that this is just another distraction and i only have an hour till i have to jump on the bus, go to class for an hour, and hopefully by then sarah, jon, and mike will be here.

i wish papers would just write themselves, i can totally format them in my head, think of everything i want to talk about, and then a computer takes all that information and then spits out a stellar paper.

so i think this is one of the XXXXXXXXL puppets. and i found them on my google reader, but i also forget what they were made for. i know it was for some kind of parade in a foreign country, but i forget why, ect. but FUCK . they are so huge and cool.

i don't know .

buggy art.

random craft-night with tim, slightly more manly than i've ever experienced .

drawing on coasters, banging hammers, destroying old speakers to gut out the insides and use them for something better.

also, you can't be artsy without weed? apparently.... pass.

cloudy day.

i want to build things like these ^

looks easy enough.

i skipped my movie session for Lit last night to go see harald and maude with tim for $5, it was good to see it again. although, now i have to go to the library and watch my other movie... i don't know how long i will last today, this is seriously the worst sore throat i have ever had.

note to self: buy thermos for days like this.

i also have a paper due monday i haven't started :( ! yikes, it will get done, good or bad.

XXXXXXXXXL puppets.

find an ocean, sell your soul.

procrastination google-reader finds:

on a side note, this is my new dream home:

ZZOOOOaaaMMMBEEEEE, ZOMBIE

the cranberries reunion tour, !!! i'm counting down the days.

teaching myself cross-hatching

my school note books tend to turn into sketch books...which is a problem i really don't know how to fix. cross-hatching will most likely be the downfall of my grades this quarter, i must separate note books and sketch books.

Portland, OR

i hate when, after i've left portland i hear about really cool things going on up there.

brian jonestown massacre at the crystal ballroom,

hot hot hot weather,

fall; among a few other things i can't remember... but i really liked this:

http://urbanedibles.org/

i think one day i would like to return.

(Not Sarah's) First Day of School Pose

MUSC 11B : Bigotry and the Afrocentric Jazz (Intro to Jazz)

12:30 - 1:40

(I normally have lecture from my lit class on Thursdays, but we're meeting Friday instead of tonight)

LIT 61D : Greek Plays

7:00 - 9:00

its a massive break that will be possibly filled with doing homework, roaming campus, or maybe just taking the bus home for six hours then coming back.

regardless, there's a one day teacher strike today so the chances of me even having to go to class today is pretty slim. thank god tim is driving up to campus before noon or i'd be walking... city buses won't cross a picket line/fence/people protesting.

blah blah blah. okay. tim's getting high and i guess i should make myself a PB&J for after class!

i'm in a town that doesn't sleep, and i'm sleeping.

Tim is biting his fingernails, the sound is echoing in my brain .

today, while trying to find safeway, paul, layna, and i watched a cat die in the middle of the road. a car had previously hit and the cat was giving his or her's last breath: his(ers) back leg stretched up in the air and fell. paul told me to pull over, he wrapped the cat in some towels for the trunk of the car and placed the cat under a tree nearby.

locomotion #2

:):)

one week left.

this weather reminds me of

winter, having a cigarette out in the cold, art projects, driving with both windows down,

and wet downtown parking garages.

you tell me i apologize for silly things, but i mean it.

today was rough, but it happens. tomorrow, i imagine, will be better.

mostly, i wish you weren't asleep right now.

lonely anne sleeps again,

goodnight.

9/09/09. 4:20///

CABIN.

FEVER.

Smile, Kurt.

worst part,

you always love it before you cut it.

nevereatSoggywaffles.

for carmen.

my new room.

paul alphabetizing my records:

tags: (paul siple, prezzie form carmie)

first wall art:

listening to some reccordz:

tags: (my shuz, dad, paul siple)