I'm sitting here listening to Jamie Cullum sing "Blame It On My Youth", taking swigs of my Raspberry Lemonade Gatorade and sporadically eating Circus Animal cookies.
And I wish someone else could be here to live this moment with me.
Em would appreciate the music, possibly the cookies. Jen would like just chilling out and not stressing about work. Felix would be looking over my shoulder at what I'm typing, and possibly mocking me for my words. Or he'd be giving me a shoulder massage. Shawn would be rummaging through the things on my desk, eventually finding something he could fiddle with. He'd also take a handful of the cookies. Mom would be sitting in the big chair, reading a mystery book. Dad wouldn't want to stay too long in my room... because Dad's don't spend time in their daughter's rooms past a certain age. And I wouldn't let him have any cookies, he's not allowed - doctor's orders. Kim from SF would be looking at my school books and making a face. Kim from YFU would be tapping her feet or drumming her fingers, because she's impatient and can't sit still for too long. Devin would be digging the music, as well as taking a handful of cookies. He'd also be checking out the "artwork" on my walls and smiling at some of the pictures on my laptop. All my Delta Psi Sisters would be talking to each other, gossiping, as well as munching on my cookies. And it would be good to see them again and hear their voices.
Suddenly, I'd be out of cookies and I'd snap myself back to the real moment. Of me, now tired and sleepy-eyed and ready for bed, where I'd dream about many more moments I wish I could have.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Weekend with Felix
This is Felix. And me. On a ferryboat. In Seattle.
This is Seattle. From the ferryboat.
This was a dog. At Nicole's art studio tour. On Bainbridge Island. He was old and tired. But still loves balls.
This is Mount Rainier. From the ferryboat. Looks better in person.
This was at Endfest, a rock concert. This is the lead singer of The Subways. He crept across the scaffolding. One side to the other. It was cool.
This is Rock Kills Kid. They are very cool. And I love their music. They are better in person. Ditto with The Subways.
Felix took this picture. It's me. At Endfest. Eating a spicy dog.
Felix took this picture too. We took pictures of each other. I like this one. I don't like the one I took of him. So, it's not here.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
What The F Bomb?
Let's recap Liz's life so far.
She was born with a crooked spine and hammer toes.
She wanted to be Peter Pan and "flew" off the jungle gym, only to scrap her nose on the way down.
She met her best friend, Jen, at age 8 and never looked back.
Her mom taught her how to shave her legs at age 13. She was terrible at it. Still is sometimes.
She made a fool of herself at her 16th birthday party, where nobody came and the presents sucked.
She made a fool of herself again when she drank too much alcohol for the first time and nearly threw up on some guy's shoes.
While at college, she had her first real boyfriend, who completely understood her and now rarely ever calls, even though he claims to be one of her best friends.
Also while at college, she alienated some people, while endearing others. She's still amazed at how this endearment process happened.
She decides to go back to school for her Masters, which is causing her to have migraines and no social/love life.
And while at her summer job in Seattle, a bad waxing experience causes her chin and eyebrows to swell up with the worst acne you've ever seen, which leads to half her right eyebrow hairs falling out.
Yeah, I skipped some stuff. I've archived it for your future referencing.
Needless to say, I'm in a pretty deep hole and have no idea how to get out of it. On top of this, the book I just read was the definition of an open ending. The main character is up and down with emotions and I'm completely hooked until right at the end when you think it might be resolved, THE END. So, I emailed the author and told her the ending was terrible and she'd caused me to waste a good night of sleep over her crap book. Thank God I only bought it for $5 on the bargain shelf.......
It's 3:30 in the fucking morning. Help me.
She was born with a crooked spine and hammer toes.
She wanted to be Peter Pan and "flew" off the jungle gym, only to scrap her nose on the way down.
She met her best friend, Jen, at age 8 and never looked back.
Her mom taught her how to shave her legs at age 13. She was terrible at it. Still is sometimes.
She made a fool of herself at her 16th birthday party, where nobody came and the presents sucked.
She made a fool of herself again when she drank too much alcohol for the first time and nearly threw up on some guy's shoes.
While at college, she had her first real boyfriend, who completely understood her and now rarely ever calls, even though he claims to be one of her best friends.
Also while at college, she alienated some people, while endearing others. She's still amazed at how this endearment process happened.
She decides to go back to school for her Masters, which is causing her to have migraines and no social/love life.
And while at her summer job in Seattle, a bad waxing experience causes her chin and eyebrows to swell up with the worst acne you've ever seen, which leads to half her right eyebrow hairs falling out.
Yeah, I skipped some stuff. I've archived it for your future referencing.
Needless to say, I'm in a pretty deep hole and have no idea how to get out of it. On top of this, the book I just read was the definition of an open ending. The main character is up and down with emotions and I'm completely hooked until right at the end when you think it might be resolved, THE END. So, I emailed the author and told her the ending was terrible and she'd caused me to waste a good night of sleep over her crap book. Thank God I only bought it for $5 on the bargain shelf.......
It's 3:30 in the fucking morning. Help me.
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