swiney swine

documenting it while i still have it

i'm done documenting it now

i feel like a mule sometimes

not too excited for this week
but i am excited for this weekend.
story of my life.
job fair at crystal is on the 24th. gonna see some people i haven't seen for a while.
excited.

p.s.

i'm glad!

i'm glad i have such good friends who can cheer me up after such a godawful shitty night, who love me lots, who want the best for me, who look after me, who don't underestimate me, who are brilliant and beautiful and exciting people. there is a stereotype of enumclaw people that i've bought into pretty intensely before, about how they're judging redneck hicks. it's not true. i know some who are, but those who i choose to surround myself with are amazing people. they don't care about where i'm from or about what i've done, just about who i am and how i choose to express that.
thanks guys. i'm still trying to get a photo that describes our relationships.
and, of course, there's colleen, and the relationship we've managed to keep up from other sides of the country for how many years? 4 years now?

then there's reland, who of course has been here for 12-14 years, we don't remember.

dude frick. i love it.

for reland

made it for you :D
love you chica.

p.s.

blame it on the aaaaaalcohol

first order of business: morgan and kaya. i hope you two have fun in peru and mexico, i'm gonna miss you a lot and i'm excited for you to come back with an extensive knowledge of spanish slang to teach (: i'll miss you in spanish class, and in my life, for a while at least. have fun!!!!

second: good day! last night was up till the wee hours working on the mural, first time since the ellynator left. it's looking pretty intense. now to work on the other mural. wrote some new tao te ching stuffs on my wall as well.
this morning when i woke up, i had a piece of pizza and blackberries for breakfast. then i blasted daft punk (one more time and harder better faster stronger, mostly) and sat in the middle of my floor with my djembe and played along. i'm kind of a loser hahahaha. BUT the good news is, i had room to play on my floor! i cleaned!

choir "retreat" was today. 3-ish hours of singing christmas carols. it was pretty swell. maggi picked me up and we got cupcakes on 4th ave, then sat in front of my building and shared halfsies. caught up on boys and girls and homecoming. i love my sister.
reland drove bertha over and we watched sweeney todd. voice was warmed up enough from choir that i could actually sing along :P
wanted to watch rocky horror, becuse i've lost my dvd and haven't seen it in a while, but the dumb tv malfunctioned.
alas, i'm here, babbling about my life.
reland just left. i'm going to pump the daft punk some more and work on the mural again. maybe start on the second one.

love.

sleep is beautiful

it makes me so happy when i get to bed at 9 o'clock.
alas, tonight is not one of those nights. i have to finish my o'dea notes, but that should be okay i guess if i get the hell off the internet and stop smelling my shirt. my shirt is just out of the dryer so it smells of clean laundry and it's lovely.
can't focus, though.
shitpoo day, but it improved at work, just me, gary, and the walk in freezer. i'm makin baaankk maaannnn. the drug dealing helps too.
i'm kidding.

that's about all i have to say today.
tomorrow is my weekly mcnabb night. slash friday, going dress shopping with mckenna.
i love everything.

hey, mr. moonlight,

hey, mr. moonlight.
you're jumping out of sight. come back to me, please.
your eyes are too bright, too bright for me to forget. if you break my heart, i'll run
as
far
as
i
can,
but i can never escape you. every night you rise again, reminding me that i can only run as far as the sunset. then, there you are, laughing and dancing and prancing just beyond my fingertips.
hey, mr. moonlight. you're bright tonight, i see my shadow in your light. i stretch my arms to the heavens, hoping my fingertips will graze your cool face but i can't reach far enough. your sparkling stellar friends wink at me; i think they know something i don't.
do
they,
mr.
moonlight?
i need to soothe this ache, mr. moonlight. will you not come visit me? if you won't come to me,
MAYBE THAT'S IT!
i will come to you,
good sir,
and this aching will cease and your eyes will crease and i will smile back at you.
i shine too, now;donotaskmehow.
but what is this? i, with my golden rays, cannot quite reach you. my warm fingers were not meant to touch your cool check after all.
instead i push myself
UP UP UP in the morning, only seeing glimpses of your
back
as you go home to sleep until my bedtime
i see you briefly in passing as i drop into the sea, as you wake for your night shift.
do you remember me? do you remember me as the girl who stretched to stroke your face and who ran to say hello to you at sunset?
hey, mr. moonlight, do you remember?



sunday october 4 2009
greenwater 23:15