Slow day. Cold as molasses.
Today when I was on the bus, the girl in the row ahead of me was filling out job applications. She put hearts where the dots on the top of her letters ought to be. Weird.
Bought some Christmas presents today, down at Saturday market. I saw some guy wearing an SG shirt at the food court while I was eating a spring roll. Are you punk enough? (Or rather, enuff?)
I was very much struck by how WONDERFUL the weather is. Even if the sun went golden and dim by 3:30 p.m. (Jesus), crossing over the Willamette on a perfectly sunny day in December is a strange and incredible experience. It does help justify the gloomier days a bit more.
Fell into a complete pothole this evening and napped, waking up only for three minutes for a friend to call to say that she'd broken up with her boyfriend. (Again.) Poor bunnies, both of them. Zzzzz. Back to snooze.
I had a dream... in it, we were lying together and I commented that it was funny he'd missed his flight that morning. "No I didn,t," he said, crinkling his nose.
"Oh. You're just a figment of my imagination!" I pouted and just held him more. It was only sad when I woke up...
He flew back this morning, leavingat 6 a.m. Ah well. I'll see him in a couple weeks again. My primary envy is that he's going to go off and enjoy the new MOMA. Oh, I wish.... *pop*
I hope my prof didn't think that my paper was too... twee. I mean, an essay about an art object in our collection that turns into a discussion about how artifically imposed gallery value renders objects impractical (in a maoist sense), so it's therefore ridiculous... how delightfully post.
So now I'm sitting alone, playing the Sims, downloading Thursday night's Daily Show.
He left me about two ounces of a badass kif salad. What am I going to DO with all of this? Beuller?
Ah. Now, where is my lighter?
I feel a little too burned out on my own observations. I think this is a setup for a Murakami novel. Or at least short story.
And you know, I never stop pimping.
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Free ipods. I still need that elusive ONE! MORE! REFERRAL! I don't know why it keep mocking me. Aaaugh.
Free photo ipods. Photo ipods. I would love it if I could get some help on this.
Why I do post these again and again? Because people don't sign up that frequently. However, it's now past being a flashy internet phenomenon and is regarded as something legitimate but takes time. Ride the second-wave bandwagon!
Today when I was on the bus, the girl in the row ahead of me was filling out job applications. She put hearts where the dots on the top of her letters ought to be. Weird.
Bought some Christmas presents today, down at Saturday market. I saw some guy wearing an SG shirt at the food court while I was eating a spring roll. Are you punk enough? (Or rather, enuff?)
I was very much struck by how WONDERFUL the weather is. Even if the sun went golden and dim by 3:30 p.m. (Jesus), crossing over the Willamette on a perfectly sunny day in December is a strange and incredible experience. It does help justify the gloomier days a bit more.
Fell into a complete pothole this evening and napped, waking up only for three minutes for a friend to call to say that she'd broken up with her boyfriend. (Again.) Poor bunnies, both of them. Zzzzz. Back to snooze.
I had a dream... in it, we were lying together and I commented that it was funny he'd missed his flight that morning. "No I didn,t," he said, crinkling his nose.
"Oh. You're just a figment of my imagination!" I pouted and just held him more. It was only sad when I woke up...
He flew back this morning, leavingat 6 a.m. Ah well. I'll see him in a couple weeks again. My primary envy is that he's going to go off and enjoy the new MOMA. Oh, I wish.... *pop*
I hope my prof didn't think that my paper was too... twee. I mean, an essay about an art object in our collection that turns into a discussion about how artifically imposed gallery value renders objects impractical (in a maoist sense), so it's therefore ridiculous... how delightfully post.
So now I'm sitting alone, playing the Sims, downloading Thursday night's Daily Show.
He left me about two ounces of a badass kif salad. What am I going to DO with all of this? Beuller?
Ah. Now, where is my lighter?
I feel a little too burned out on my own observations. I think this is a setup for a Murakami novel. Or at least short story.
And you know, I never stop pimping.
cameras4free. Sign up for a referral, fulfill it, help me get a free camera and get one for yourself, too.
Free ipods. I still need that elusive ONE! MORE! REFERRAL! I don't know why it keep mocking me. Aaaugh.
Free photo ipods. Photo ipods. I would love it if I could get some help on this.
Why I do post these again and again? Because people don't sign up that frequently. However, it's now past being a flashy internet phenomenon and is regarded as something legitimate but takes time. Ride the second-wave bandwagon!
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Today when I was on the bus, the girl in the row ahead of me was filling out job applications. She put hearts where the dots on the top of her letters ought to be. Weird.
HAHAHAHAH! I would love to get that application, just so I could call her up for an interview so that I could tell her in person that regardless of anything else on her application, she would not be hired for the hearts. Maybe she should use frowny faces next time.
He left me about two ounces of a badass kif salad. What am I going to DO with all of this? Beuller?
I have a few suggestions.
I like reading your journals. Very interesting.
[Edited on Dec 22, 2004 11:39PM]