Yeah. So that guy I was crazy about? Dumped me in the douchebaggiest way possible: dragging it out for days, and then, finally, sending a text message. At midnight. During finals week. What are we, 15?

I hate that thing guys do sometimes, where they spend a while making you hate them before it finally ends. So then, instead of just being sad, you're sad and angry, and yet also relieved.

Last night my roommate, who just broke up with her boyfriend a few days ago, and I went out and had a few drinks and laughed and talked about how men are dicks. We ended up in a bar that I actually really like, except that it's tiny, and on the weekends it's so packed with hipsters and college douches that you can barely find a seat (if you even want one at that point). But it was perfect last night: dark, not crowded, with a band playing sad twangy music.

Three more finals to go. Goddamn distractions.

It's been a while. I moved to the Bellingham area, so now I'm even farther from Seattle, and I transferred to Western Washington University up here. I absolutely love it. So that's what's been going on with me.

You know what I think is gross? Sets with pictures of girls trying to be sexy eating food. Or licking things. Eating may be fun and serious, but it's not sexy.
Is this just me?

Yesterday was a very sad day. Those of you who know me know that I'm a pretty big Michael Jackson fan. It all began when I was around two years old, maybe a little younger. I didn't have the verbal skills to say Michael Jackson, but I could say "Beat it beat it!" which is what I excitedly exclaimed every time I heard one of his songs as I began to dance. As I got a little older, every time we went to the video store I insisted we rent The Making of Thriller, until eventually we recorded it off of TV or something. For a while my sister counted how many times we watched it, but she gave up around 70. Needless to say, he was my childhood idol.
When I was around 18 I regained that enthusiasm that had lain dormant for those years when you're too cool for everything, to such an extent that liking Michael Jackson inadvertently became my "thing". A friend and I were going to make our own version of Thriller until we had a falling out. When I was 19 and got a fake ID and started going to bars, I sang Michael Jackson karaoke. I still do; "The Way You Make Me Feel" is one of my staples. Today as I was driving I got some funny looks as I rocked the fuck out to some MJ.
People can and do say a lot of negative things about him. I have always refused to believe anything that was not proven. But regardless of what people say, no one can deny that he was an amazingly talented artist, and an icon of such a massive scale that there are no other musicians in our lifetime who are really comparable. And no one can deny that he will be genuinely missed by many of us.

Things are happening. Good things.

Nothing new, really. But it's been a few months since I've updated. I should be doing laundry and getting ready for work. I'll get around to that, I suppose.

Here's another photo. It's me and my mister. Raine's assignment was to take a photo for the cover of her favorite magazine. She likes music magazines, so we were being rock stars. It comes naturally to him, but I had to work at it a bit. I don't have a lot of rock star-type clothes anymore.

I got my picture taken a couple weeks ago. Here are some of the results:

But the long red hair is a thing of the past. Now it's short again. And blonde. Very blonde.