hello internet. well, i've successfully fled the west coast - if only for 2 weeks. i'm snug along side the hudson river, i can see the tappan zee bridge from my mom's porch. ah, new york. so, needless to say, i'll be back in the nyc while i'm here. i'm going to see my friend frankie, who i haven't seen in almost 5 years! 
so, yeah... i'm pretty psyched. he & i used to work together at a bookstore in the west village way back when. we tore this city to the ground in our time. i wasn't even 21 when we started hanging out, but i had a decent fake id. my gf was in italy, his bf was on the road for broadway. in their absence we drank & danced & got very very lost, very very late at night. it'll be great to see him again. and i'm just in time for his birthday. next weekend i make the trip from here to boston to see my hometown crew. i'm told there's a ridiculous party in the works 
i love those big dumb animals. 
they're good guys. so that's my news. after this vaca, it's back to oly 
to finish my undergrad. i'll be walking this spring with a batch of my derelict friends. yay. then what? return east... maybe grad school... maybe a soul-sucking shit job & bills i can't pay. sounds like a hoot.
anyhow - hope y'all are well out there in the great void. this week while i'm throwin' em back on christopher street... i'll drink one for you.
so, yeah... i'm pretty psyched. he & i used to work together at a bookstore in the west village way back when. we tore this city to the ground in our time. i wasn't even 21 when we started hanging out, but i had a decent fake id. my gf was in italy, his bf was on the road for broadway. in their absence we drank & danced & got very very lost, very very late at night. it'll be great to see him again. and i'm just in time for his birthday. next weekend i make the trip from here to boston to see my hometown crew. i'm told there's a ridiculous party in the works i love those big dumb animals. they're good guys. so that's my news. after this vaca, it's back to oly to finish my undergrad. i'll be walking this spring with a batch of my derelict friends. yay. then what? return east... maybe grad school... maybe a soul-sucking shit job & bills i can't pay. sounds like a hoot. anyhow - hope y'all are well out there in the great void. this week while i'm throwin' em back on christopher street... i'll drink one for you.
hello internet. i've missed you so! this dial-up connection may be free, but man - it's bullshit! luckily, my house may be upgrading next month. hell yes! high speed... wireless... damn, i think i need to change my shorts 
so, yeah... oly is the same. we've got two friends of ours moving into the infamous Sawyer St house with us. they're a welcome addition. with them comes our buddy's 56 chevy, which will take up comfortable residence in our garage. things are good, i guess.
And, countdown to nyc! i fly outta here on the 9th. i'll be in ny and boston for 2 weeks before i get back to oly for classes. i'm so fucking pumped. the boys are already planning festivities in boston. something about live animals? they can't be trusted, but it'll be good to be home.
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so, yeah... oly is the same. we've got two friends of ours moving into the infamous Sawyer St house with us. they're a welcome addition. with them comes our buddy's 56 chevy, which will take up comfortable residence in our garage. things are good, i guess.
And, countdown to nyc! i fly outta here on the 9th. i'll be in ny and boston for 2 weeks before i get back to oly for classes. i'm so fucking pumped. the boys are already planning festivities in boston. something about live animals? they can't be trusted, but it'll be good to be home.
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okay, okay - i know... i disappeared. i did. but i'm back. sleepless just south of seattle. funny how insomnia brings us together. well, school ended but not really. i'm taking fulltime summer courses too. i'm not some crazy overacheiver - no, no. no kids, i go to Evergreen. this means that this summer i'm getting full credit for going on two weeklong trips under the pretense of writing. yep. best.school.ever. so one week class has passed. that one was on a farm. it was nice, rural, quaint. unfortunately there was no bathroom. they actually brought in a fucking port-a-potty for us to use. holy stinky shit batman. that was disgusting. by the end of the week most people had abandoned the whole idea & were squating all aroung the farm. i on the other hand am not a squatter. nope. so i had to brave the smell & litteral mountain-o-shit. i hovered in real feel of making contact with something. needless to say, i have a new found appreciation & love for my indoor plumbing.
my next retreat is up on the olympic penninsula at an old military fort. i've been there before & it's pretty sweet. i only hope the people hold up to the farm group. i knew everything was going to be okay (bathroom or no) when at 3pm on the first day someone broke out a communal bottle of whisky. say it with me now: best.school.ever.
guess a port-a-potty's not so bad when you're drunk... though i'm sure the drinking helped get it in the condition we left it in. yuk
all in all i guess i'm ok. there's a new prospective love interest. a cute girl. met her out at the local bar one night. she joined my friends & i in a man-walk tutorial followed by a dance party in a bar with no dancefloor. it was a good night. we've been playing phone tag. i need to call her this week & ask her out... any advice y'all?
especially the boys: how do you ask out girls?
in the past they've come to me & now i'd like to be more aggressive, more proactive about who i date. so, how???
i'm scared. i've been a fucking basketcase for the past week. it's the end of the quarter... school work hanging over my head. i should be at the dark room already, but i'm sitting here in my pj's instead. just registered for summer & fall classes. still don't know what else i'll do in fall - need more credits.
looks like grad school will cost what would be a years salary at a real job, which i don't have, nor am i qualified to get. and that's if i even get accepted. i'm fucked.
but, i did get the summer classes i wanted - 2 week-long writing retreats. dork-tastic!
so that's good. and i'll be in nyc soon. i'll get to see my mom and old friends from when i lived in ghetto-ass Washington Heights in Manhattan & worked in the basement of a Village bookstore.
nice.
time flies when you're avoiding homework. so, here i am. 2 pm on a friday. not doing homework. excellent. i've been so busy lately. arg.
the update? well, still haven't seen the ex-not-girlfriend. probably a good play on my part. aparently she's involved with some guy now. kids. i did, however, run into my ex boyfriend the other day while browzing the saw isle at target. he's cute and akward and strange: all the adorable things i miss about him. but i wasn't happy with him before & i wouldn't be now. i fell for the strange punk rock boy with the shitty band and nice tattoos. he's still that boy, only now he's committed to cubicle life & corporate bullshit instead of his music & art. i'm a starving writer/artist and student. i've paid my dues with shit jobs and i'm not doing that again. no, i don't want to buy a house here & settle down. i don't want to start having kids. i want ny. i want to travel. i want a life. i want, well... ladies. so that's that. it was good to see him, though. we have so much in common. he got to gloat about the shows he's been going to lately: tiger army, social d, terror... i do miss the shows. no one i know likes that shit & i don't want to drive to seattle or portland alone. oh well.
saw a funny mini-show last night at the clipper. a bunch of local heros got together & made a project they call Boots N Pants. fucking hilarious. you like Bikini Kill? picture Tobi Vail rocking out goofball style on the drum kit to a steady rhythm kept to the lyrics "bootspantsbootspants" so glad i dragged myself away from my nerd-tastic Buffy marathon. that's right kids: buffy season 2 on dvd. thank you netflix. yep. i'm a dork. what of it?
olympia is gearing up for this summer's Lady Fest. it should be a hoot. i've vowed to chip in this time around, do some shit. should be fun.
oh, at a recent arts festival in town, yours truly showed up naked in an installment. yep, my ex-not gf & i posed for a friend's book of black & white photography & art. that friend set up shop at the festival & next thing i know people are telling me they saw me in all my glory. hell yes. 
looks like i'll never hold a public office now
so sad.
the update? well, still haven't seen the ex-not-girlfriend. probably a good play on my part. aparently she's involved with some guy now. kids. i did, however, run into my ex boyfriend the other day while browzing the saw isle at target. he's cute and akward and strange: all the adorable things i miss about him. but i wasn't happy with him before & i wouldn't be now. i fell for the strange punk rock boy with the shitty band and nice tattoos. he's still that boy, only now he's committed to cubicle life & corporate bullshit instead of his music & art. i'm a starving writer/artist and student. i've paid my dues with shit jobs and i'm not doing that again. no, i don't want to buy a house here & settle down. i don't want to start having kids. i want ny. i want to travel. i want a life. i want, well... ladies. so that's that. it was good to see him, though. we have so much in common. he got to gloat about the shows he's been going to lately: tiger army, social d, terror... i do miss the shows. no one i know likes that shit & i don't want to drive to seattle or portland alone. oh well.
saw a funny mini-show last night at the clipper. a bunch of local heros got together & made a project they call Boots N Pants. fucking hilarious. you like Bikini Kill? picture Tobi Vail rocking out goofball style on the drum kit to a steady rhythm kept to the lyrics "bootspantsbootspants" so glad i dragged myself away from my nerd-tastic Buffy marathon. that's right kids: buffy season 2 on dvd. thank you netflix. yep. i'm a dork. what of it?
olympia is gearing up for this summer's Lady Fest. it should be a hoot. i've vowed to chip in this time around, do some shit. should be fun.
oh, at a recent arts festival in town, yours truly showed up naked in an installment.
yep, my ex-not gf & i posed for a friend's book of black & white photography & art. that friend set up shop at the festival & next thing i know people are telling me they saw me in all my glory. hell yes. looks like i'll never hold a public office now
so sad. 
I'm here... i'm back. whew! school's insane right now... 2 writing classes, one photography class. a lot to be done, not much time for this now. i did finally hear back from my not-really-sort-of girlfriend. she wants to hang out. whatever, dude. i'll probably do it... cause i'm a glutton for punishment. at least i'm not all attached to her.
anyhow. it's good to stop in and see how everyone's been holding up out there. i just got back from a cross country driving adventure. i never thought i'd be happy to see jersey... that's right tarzan, jersey. and it was great to be back in the nyc, no matter how breif the encounter. *sigh* ny will always be my real gf
so hi! and i'll write more soon.
I'm here... i'm back. whew! school's insane right now... 2 writing classes, one photography class. a lot to be done, not much time for this now. i did finally hear back from my not-really-sort-of girlfriend. she wants to hang out. whatever, dude. i'll probably do it... cause i'm a glutton for punishment. at least i'm not all attached to her.
anyhow. it's good to stop in and see how everyone's been holding up out there. i just got back from a cross country driving adventure. i never thought i'd be happy to see jersey... that's right tarzan, jersey. and it was great to be back in the nyc, no matter how breif the encounter. *sigh* ny will always be my real gf
so hi! and i'll write more soon.
Highschool memories... ha, it's been a while- let's see what kind of shit i can dredge up:
1. What year was it? 91-96 (8th grade was in the HS)
2. What were your three favorite bands? operation ivy, misfits, fugazi
3. What was your favorite outfit? torn jeans, band t-shirts, hoodies... by senior yr i had flipped out, didn't give a fuck & started showing up in whatever i had fallen asleep in
4. What was up with your hair? haha... early 90's? yep- i had big hair. jersey hair. by 94 the perm had grown out & it was natural & still long & blonde. senior yr, as part of the flip out, i started dying it red.
5. Who were your best friends? we had a whole crew. don't really see them now, but a few... carol, lara, amanda, val, zaffa, pat, ramsdell, vitti, abby, aaron, chaz, danielle etc...
6. What did you do after school? get high at lara's, eat shitty food, watch beavis & butthead and the state, play pool, stay in the art rooms, watch football practice, drink beers up at the quarries
7. Did you take the bus? yep, until the end of soph yr when abby got her liscense - then she drove.
8. Who did you have a crush on? beginning of HS was all about pat loper... which was mostly bc meghan loder liked him and i really liked her. young dyke in denial. then it was chris spense (first love, first time), matt wheeler (cute italian boy, dumb as a bag of hammers), sam monro (still love that dirty punk rock boy), russ carlson (bagged him yrs later) and scott macdonald... ah, scotty mac. yep, i was hard up for that boy. hockey star. had a band. damn.
9. Did you fight with your parents? ooh, yeah. slammed doors, took off for days. a lot of yelling. i was playing parent to my mom a lot then. fucked up.
10. Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on? there was the trent reznor thing... weird. mostly tori amos, pj harvey, drew barrymore, bjork
11. Did you smoke cigarettes? did, until one night with a bottle of whiskey & a pack of marlboro reds. puked my brains out. avoided both since. besides, whiskey makes me wanna fight. it's the irish in me.
12. Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker? nope. i rigged my locker so i could push this one part & it would fling open. it was filled with all kinds of shit. cleaning it out was educational at the end of each yr.
13. Did you have a 'clique'? ha! i was of the "art freaks"... bitch of the whole thing was, we threw the best parties. the "cool kids" wanted in with us, so we ended up turning the whole clique system on it's ass. it was outstanding.
14. Did you have "The Max" like Zach, Kelly and Slater? all right, i'll admit to watching saved by the bell, but i don't remember what the fuck that is. wait! was it their hang out? if it was, we had Friendly's. we could spend less than a buck for bottomless coffee, get free food from our waitress friends and sit around smoking & talking shit for hours. late night we had the Ben Franklin Savings Bank picnic table. we'd meet there or in the White Hen Pantry (a.k.a. white man's panties) parking lot, then find a place to drink.
15. Admit it, were you popular? inadvertantly. i tried my best to piss everyone off. i was loud, weird, rowdy. i just did what i did & it just worked out that i dated jocks (i'm a sucker for hardbodies) & could always drink their buddies under the table. i made a mean bouncer, always won at cards & people respected that.
16. Who did you want to be just like? my best friend. she wore a size zero & i had an eating disorder.
17. What did you want to be when you grew up? same as now- a serious writer.
18. Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now? hahaha... well, graduated from college for one! established, living in nyc, published.
okay... now it's your turn my little minions! will you accept the challenge? c'mon... tell us about you!
1. What year was it? 91-96 (8th grade was in the HS)
2. What were your three favorite bands? operation ivy, misfits, fugazi
3. What was your favorite outfit? torn jeans, band t-shirts, hoodies... by senior yr i had flipped out, didn't give a fuck & started showing up in whatever i had fallen asleep in
4. What was up with your hair? haha... early 90's? yep- i had big hair. jersey hair. by 94 the perm had grown out & it was natural & still long & blonde. senior yr, as part of the flip out, i started dying it red.
5. Who were your best friends? we had a whole crew. don't really see them now, but a few... carol, lara, amanda, val, zaffa, pat, ramsdell, vitti, abby, aaron, chaz, danielle etc...
6. What did you do after school? get high at lara's, eat shitty food, watch beavis & butthead and the state, play pool, stay in the art rooms, watch football practice, drink beers up at the quarries
7. Did you take the bus? yep, until the end of soph yr when abby got her liscense - then she drove.
8. Who did you have a crush on? beginning of HS was all about pat loper... which was mostly bc meghan loder liked him and i really liked her. young dyke in denial. then it was chris spense (first love, first time), matt wheeler (cute italian boy, dumb as a bag of hammers), sam monro (still love that dirty punk rock boy), russ carlson (bagged him yrs later) and scott macdonald... ah, scotty mac. yep, i was hard up for that boy. hockey star. had a band. damn.
9. Did you fight with your parents? ooh, yeah. slammed doors, took off for days. a lot of yelling. i was playing parent to my mom a lot then. fucked up.
10. Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on? there was the trent reznor thing... weird. mostly tori amos, pj harvey, drew barrymore, bjork
11. Did you smoke cigarettes? did, until one night with a bottle of whiskey & a pack of marlboro reds. puked my brains out. avoided both since. besides, whiskey makes me wanna fight. it's the irish in me.
12. Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker? nope. i rigged my locker so i could push this one part & it would fling open. it was filled with all kinds of shit. cleaning it out was educational at the end of each yr.
13. Did you have a 'clique'? ha! i was of the "art freaks"... bitch of the whole thing was, we threw the best parties. the "cool kids" wanted in with us, so we ended up turning the whole clique system on it's ass. it was outstanding.
14. Did you have "The Max" like Zach, Kelly and Slater? all right, i'll admit to watching saved by the bell, but i don't remember what the fuck that is. wait! was it their hang out? if it was, we had Friendly's. we could spend less than a buck for bottomless coffee, get free food from our waitress friends and sit around smoking & talking shit for hours. late night we had the Ben Franklin Savings Bank picnic table. we'd meet there or in the White Hen Pantry (a.k.a. white man's panties) parking lot, then find a place to drink.
15. Admit it, were you popular? inadvertantly. i tried my best to piss everyone off. i was loud, weird, rowdy. i just did what i did & it just worked out that i dated jocks (i'm a sucker for hardbodies) & could always drink their buddies under the table. i made a mean bouncer, always won at cards & people respected that.
16. Who did you want to be just like? my best friend. she wore a size zero & i had an eating disorder.
17. What did you want to be when you grew up? same as now- a serious writer.
18. Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now? hahaha... well, graduated from college for one!
established, living in nyc, published. okay... now it's your turn my little minions!
will you accept the challenge? c'mon... tell us about you! finishing up school this week. writing evaluations. going to appointments. settling plans for spring quarter. eating cookies. mmmm... cookies.
the weather's been amazing. we're talking flip-flops, t-shirts the whole nine yards. people have been out walking all kinds of dogs - which makes me happy. i'm moving my mom's stuff to my house. next weekend we drive to ny. talk about climate shock. we'll be heading into nothing but snow! cold. cold. cold.
on the love front: got an email from my sort-of-but-not-really girlfriend finally. she didn't get my message. she sure did take her time getting to my email though either way, she asked if she could see me after spring break. i told her to give me a call. in the mean time, i think i should maybe check out the options closer to my own age. i'm not an age-ist or anything, but i think maybe 6 yrs is too big a difference right now. 20 is a lot different than 26... particularly for someone who didn't know how to relate to 20 yr olds when i was 20, let alone now. i don't know.
love's over rated anyhow. not that i'm jaded or anything
the weather's been amazing. we're talking flip-flops, t-shirts the whole nine yards. people have been out walking all kinds of dogs - which makes me happy. i'm moving my mom's stuff to my house. next weekend we drive to ny. talk about climate shock. we'll be heading into nothing but snow! cold. cold. cold.
on the love front: got an email from my sort-of-but-not-really girlfriend finally. she didn't get my message. she sure did take her time getting to my email though either way, she asked if she could see me after spring break. i told her to give me a call. in the mean time, i think i should maybe check out the options closer to my own age. i'm not an age-ist or anything, but i think maybe 6 yrs is too big a difference right now. 20 is a lot different than 26... particularly for someone who didn't know how to relate to 20 yr olds when i was 20, let alone now. i don't know. love's over rated anyhow. not that i'm jaded or anything
drinking red wine & listening to my house sleep. weather was amazing today. 65, clear... perfect: suck it, east coast! spring is early. it'll probably start raining again the minute we get used to it.
my first lino-cut came out awesome. i made prints of a traditional rose design. i think i'll do swallows holding a banner for my final series, maybe a sacred heart. final papers are coming along.
in other news, i've been doing photo shoots for friends' photography finals. looks like i'll be in a couple projects in the same class... ok, i'm in one, my vagina's in the other. but who knows, someone's bound to recognize me . ah, college: where naked = art.
on the love front: yeah, i don't think i'm dating that girl i was dating anymore. i don't know what the deal is. we haven't talked since valentines day. that's bad, right? i emailed her (she moved last week & i don't have the new #), but no word. then again, it's the end of the quarter & i know she's busy with class shit. and we've been really casual, so the not talking isn't that weird. ah, fucked if i know. see? this is why it's easier to date guys. girls are so fucking difficult. christ.
my first lino-cut came out awesome. i made prints of a traditional rose design. i think i'll do swallows holding a banner for my final series, maybe a sacred heart. final papers are coming along.
in other news, i've been doing photo shoots for friends' photography finals. looks like i'll be in a couple projects in the same class... ok, i'm in one, my vagina's in the other. but who knows, someone's bound to recognize me
. ah, college: where naked = art.on the love front: yeah, i don't think i'm dating that girl i was dating anymore. i don't know what the deal is. we haven't talked since valentines day. that's bad, right? i emailed her (she moved last week & i don't have the new #), but no word. then again, it's the end of the quarter & i know she's busy with class shit. and we've been really casual, so the not talking isn't that weird. ah, fucked if i know. see? this is why it's easier to date guys. girls are so fucking difficult. christ.
