i cant freakin wait. in less than 30 days i am forever out of this apartment and out from under the clutches (and, im almost positive, constant surveilance) of my evil landlord. Despite his best efforts to convince me that he is by far the best landlord in the world, naturally.

we're bout to put down the deposit on this new place, which is really less of an apartment than it is a castle, complete with working fireplace, washer and dryer, and "sun room" aka "ska room due to the checkerboard floor. awesome.

Dune is a really good book.

the weekend of camping was only interrupted by rain a few times, which were simply excuses to crawl into the tent and take a nap anyway. the neighbors at the next campsite were a super nice couple our age, who had a pretty cool kid and who immediatley introduced themselves and offered up all the food, drink, and smoke that they had. meeting people who are so nice right from the start makes me want to be a better person in general. so while the campground itself wasnt exactly "roughing" it (right off a freeway exit and a stones throw from a nuclear power plant), and the weather was at times close to unbearably hot, it was a pretty fun trip.

however while camping with my boyfriend is fun, he's suddenly expressed an interest in taking me on his family's annual all-family camping trip, which sounds like a whole 'nother matter alltogether. sure lying around and cuddling in a tent is fun, but as far as his family is concerned you have to be an eagle-scout black-belt with an engineering degree before they even consider you a somewhat worthwhile human being. needless to say i've never exactly lived up. i'll have to find some way to weasel out of this one...

i tried to post some drawings but they turned out too tiny. maybe next time, kids. i gotta be off right now.

i dont have any good reason for today being as shitty as it was. maybe it was just that i was tired, maybe it was the heat, im not sure. perhaps it was this job search that isnt going anywhere. i dont know... but anyway. tomorrow is another day, as they say.

woooooooo! its been a long time, sorry folks, i know you're just dying to hear about my super-exciting life.

its sad to say, but as punk rock as i once was i'm pretty much a hippie these days. i know, i know. i was camping this weekend and i had more fun than any self respecting punk rocker would ever admit to having. i for one, blame the drugs.

speaking of drugs, my good friend thomas has been hauled off the the loony bin for schizophrenia. should have known he was a little off his rocker when he told me that he died and was resurected as jesus, among other things. next time i suppose i'll see the signs, eh? in all seriousness though, he was on his way to being more nuts than anyone i'd ever met (and thats nuts, trust me) so i guess its good. i hope they treat him well... i'll visit when they let me.

in other news, i still don't have a job but i applied at a pub downtown. i'd make a good pub-girl dont you think? sure why not. it doesnt get more irish than this, folks.

i hope everyone is well, i'll catch you all on the flip side

shnooogens
mindy

alas, my phat gangsta-style buick century finally bites the dust. she sits now alone on the side of '94, deader than dead can be. all who knew her will no doubt mourn the passing of dear ginger, although, let's face it, it was well past her time. I suppose its a good thing i can walk everywhere in this city.

thanks for all your nice comments on the last post, the cops finally caught the guy and my roomate's friend is back in D-town with her family so that's good.

speaking of the good old D, it seems as though everyone's favorite mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick (ahahaha that name still kills me..) wants to tax fast food to get rid of all the city's crazy debt. I think its a pretty funny idea, i mean i suppose what the hell, why not tax the shit out of mcdonalds food so no one eats there anymore... then again maybe if Kwame hadnt spent all the city's money on hookers and booze they wouldnt have all that crazy debt in the first place. so it is, so it is.

its gorgeous outside. i cannot find a job. am considering shaving my head and running off to a buddhist monestary and forgetting art school alltogether. not really, but i do like to daydream.

edit...i spelled kwame wrong. its a weird name though.

you know, i was always the type who believed in the basic good in people. If a dude on the street asks for change, i dont just assume he's a bad person or whatever, i just give it to him. i share what i have with whoever needs it. that sort of thing. yesterday my roomates friend got followed home by a guy who held her at knifepoint, forced her into her apartment and robbed her and raped her. this is the third act of violence this year that has hit home like this, and i sometimes wonder just how long i can go on thinking that people are good. i still do, but its just so awful to even try to comprehend how much pain there is out there and i have no idea what would give someone the capacity to do something like that. it seems like as hard as i try to believe in humans, they constantly let me down.

i applied for more jobs today, not that any of them will call but i have still been sucking down water like a fish in anticipation of a drug test... better safe than sorry, right? i was doing so good but yesterday was four-twenty day and well...i guess i could get some of those detox things at the head shop... better i should just apply at the fucking head shop... anyway i havent seen my boyfriend in a hundred years and he isnt picking up his phone, finals i suppose. I have a world religion final on Tuesday that i'm not exactly looking forward to, but thats about it. Most of my final projects look like shit, at least by my standards but usually when i stare at them for this long i cant really accurately gauge how good they look. I just need to relax. I think by wednesday i will be done with school, at least till summer classes start, and god willing i will be in kalamazoo snuggled under the sheets with my boy making up for lost time.