Strawberry Neglectar Juice

Okay, today is December 9th, 2006. I started to write a blog months ago, that was meant to catch you up to date on my life. However, there was so much to write about, it was more daunting than anything else, and I never felt up to the task of completing this chronicle. So, I'll post what I started to, then I'll add any more important events I can remember, and then I'll just move on from there. I must let go of the past in order to move forward, right? :) So without further adieu, here are the beginnings of the post I started months ago!



About that last post... it was the morning of my last day of classes. I had been up all night, and I had three Red Bulls and a banana in my tummy. I was feeling quite strange, and knew I had a very long day ahead of me. But the energy drinks and lack of food, that's where the 'puking' bit came in.

So, now we're back in School Season. I go back tomorrow. I have a morning class with Deny, who I haven't had a class with since my second term here. It's a class I hadn't been looking forward to, since when Paul and Ryan took it they had a different teacher and a crappy experience. We'll see how mine goes.

This break has been a blast! I'll do my best to tell you everything we did in these past two weeks, but I can't guarantee that I'll be able to cram it all into one post. It will just have to be a very brief overview of my recollection.

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Okay, so I started this post on October 2nd. It's been a few days... Let me get back to what I started. Um... It's going to be a bit difficult to remember, but I'll do my best.

So, first of all, classes ended. So, I finished photographing events for TBA (all of which were really cool, by the way). The Monday after school was out, Paul and I went down to visit my parents and check out their new place. They found a 'cozy' little apartment in Corvallis, and they really like both the neighborhood and the town. I'm glad.

Then later that week, Paul and I saw "The Last Kiss" (starring Zach Braff), with Ryan and April. We liked it, and had a very cheerful and long relationship talk on the way home (that's the kind of conversation this movie is likely to inspire, though most likely not always the 'cheerful' kind).

One of the days that week we went hiking on Larch Mountain, which was great. It was a bit chilly and wet, but Paul gave me his rain gear (which was sweet) and we brought a packed lunch. It was nice, and we hiked down the mountain to Multnomah Stream (which feeds into the famous waterfall), then back up again.

Then for the weekend, we traveled up to Centralia to hang with Paul's family and friends. Friday night, we went to see Jackass 2, with Drew, Josh, Athena, and Dee. The movie was absolutely hilarious! I didn't think I'd enjoy it much, but I got a huge kick out of it. So did Paul's mom and sister, which kind of surprised me. The next night, we stayed in and relaxed. Josh brought over a movie called Kashern, which I loved. It was a, very cool, live-action anime film. Then Sunday we had planned on leaving, but decided to stay one more night. So we decided to see a movie at the Olympic Club, and dragged Drew with us. Um... let's see if I can remember the movie... something about a grass dog... Oh yeah! The Lady in the Water. I liked it. The dog creeped me out, though. Anyway, I had a beer and a Pink Floyd (it was very pineapple-y), Drew had a beer and a bunch of water, and Paul decided to have --

We bring you this interruption to announce a recently-transpired event: Callie just tackled Paul to pry candy from his death-gripping fingers, then he sat on her with his fat butt and crushed her. Now back to your regularly-scheduled bloggings.

Paul decided to have five Vodka Sours and three AMFs (they usually cut you off after two of these...). Needless to say, Paul was completely gone by the end of the night. It was hilarious, until he started puking when we got home. Poor guy. Then, the house gets a call at 8 in the morning-- Ron's been in a car accident, and has been admitted to Harborview Hospital, in Seattle (he works a night shift in Seattle, and commutes every night, so it wasn't strange that he should be admitted all the way up there). So we all piled in the car and spent the next twelve hours at the hospital, waiting to see if he would be released. He ended up with a broken foot, and was kept overnight, but he's otherwise okay.

The next day, Paul and I went back to Vancouver, received a phone call from David, regarding a trip to the beach.

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Now back to what I can remember... I believe I was trying to eventually get at the fact that Paul and I went on a wonderful vacation, just the two of us. We went down to Newport, and stayed two nights at The Embarcadero, which I recommend if you should ever get the chance to go. It was super relaxing and a wonderful getaway, which was much-needed at the time.

Oh, also, the beach trip with David and Co.... we got out to the beach at night, built a bonfire, and had a lot of fun under the amazing starlit sky. Then we had some hot chocolate when we got back into town. Good times!

Anyway, here are some various pictures taken over the fall break. Enjoy!

The color and sponginess of various parts of the path on Larch Mountain.

The atmosphere of various parts of our Larch Mountain trek.

Paul's drunkenness and two of his empty glasses...

The hospital where we spent an entire day.

The benches in the smoking area of the hospital.

The view of Seattle when we left the hospital.

This is the bridge in Newport. The fog was strange; it usually didn't travel beyond the bluffs into the bay area, it just stayed collected on the coastal area.

This is the lighthouse of Newport, and the only lighthouse I have had the pleasure of visiting thus far.

These are the cute sea lions that we heard barking from our room all weekend, so we paid them a visit on the way out of town.

And now, I added a few bonus pictures. See, after our mini-vacation, Paul and I went up to Ellensburg, to visit several friends. The first night there, we all went out dancin', which was great. The second night there, we stayed in and drank, which was also fun. However, I had *quite* a bit, causing me to black out most of the night. I remember the beginnings of strip poker, and I know all but one person ended up naked (no, I was not the fortunate one). Anyway, the point of my story is this: while drunk, I was given a little shove. I did deserve it, since I was doing my best to pick on everyone. Anyway, the small shove completely threw me off balance, and somehow the weight of my whole body landed on my leg, which landed on a futon frame. I was left with this bruise, as a reminder of my stupidity. It stuck around for about 4 weeks...

Here's a detail view of the bruise.

And here's a look at how much of my leg it covered. It wasn't pleasant.

So there you have it. That was my last break. I'll get you caught up from there in a new post. And I'm sorry I've been neglecting for such a long time... I'll try to stay more current with this. :)

No sleep 'till...

I feel like puking. :(

Busy Bee

There's a lot going on right now! I'll start with the biggest news: My parents have left California and have moved up to Corvallis, Oregon! So, they'll be just over an hour away from me, now. I'm excited! I'm supposed to help them move, but if they move into their new apartment any sooner than Thursday, I probably won't be able to help them, due to this being Finals Week at school.

Next on the list, my recent goings-on. I've volunteered to be a photographer for PICA's art festival, TBA (Time-Based Art). So Friday night, at 10 pm, I went to see Shaky Hands, which was an awesome show. The music was a ton of fun to listen to.

Then Saturday night, at 11, I went to Dancepod. It was absolutely packed. The artist's statement was something like "I can't think of anything more honest to make than dancing with you." So a big white pod was erected in The Works (the building where these events have been taking place), dancing music was put on, and then it was just one gigantic dancing party. I didn't dance, but I think I had almost just as much fun watching everyone else dance. I've come to the conclusion that people, on the whole, are inherently bad dancers. It made the experience that much more humble, though. Oh, also, projected onto the pod was a list of "I fear..." and "I believe in...," and there was a computer off to the side, where you could type in your own answers to be projected.

Then last night, at 10 again, I went to an electro-operah put on by the very sexual group called Fleshtone. And wow... wow. It was amazing, and hilarious, and amazing... Hah, the best part... The main girl came out onto stage, looking all sleepy like she had just waken up, and then started rubbing her tummy like she was hungry, then she sat on the ground. Then, this gigantic waffle with butter on it came dancing out... and it was naked. It was a waffle with a penis, and it was hilarious. Then the girl hopped up, so excited, and danced around the waffle and took bites out of it while she was dancing with it. Sooooo funny! And then a sausage with boobs came out, and a box of juice, again with a penis. Hah, it was great.

So yeah, that's pretty much been my weekend. I can't really remember if I've done anything during the daytimes... Well, yesterday Paul and I went over to Ryan and April's house to do some homework... and then April made us fajitas for dinner! Mmm, they were so tasty.

Oh, and on Friday afternoon, I was sort of recovering from a hangover... I went to the birthday party of a friend I haven't seen in about a year or so, on Thursday night. My friend Tahni turned 22, and so there was surprise party for her down in West Lynn. But I was directed to the wrong bar, so I was about an hour late... all the while drinking Vodka Sours at the bar I had been waiting at. So, needless to say, I finally arrived at the party pretty late, and pretty drunk. Tahni was happy to see me, though! And I was happy to see her.

Oh, I almost forgot... Saturday night (Dancepod), I got to wear my new cute brown dress, 'cause Paul made me. I don't have any shoes to go with it, though, so I wore my green converse (heh heh). I don't think it looked bad, and I felt like I fit in with the arty crowd at the PICA event. But anyway, I felt very pretty wearing it. Paul took pictures of me when I got home, and I'm putting them on my Flickr account so you can see. They only look okay in black+white, though, because the light was way too red to repair in Photoshop.

But, now, I must get back to the stack of homework, for there is very much in my In box, and very little in my Out box.

Hopefully, more bloggerific goodness to come soon.

Bridges of Multnomah County

So as it turns out, Snakes on a Plane was an awesomely entertaining movie, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. And hanging out with Clint was wonderful! It was a great night, all around.

Yesterday, I went to go watch Paul play hockey with Ryan and his friends, out in Gresham. There's this old abandoned outdoors rollerhockey rink, so every Saturday (if plans go well) everyone gets together to go play for a couple of hours. Paul's gotten hurt every time he's gone so far, but he has so much fun he keeps going back for more. This time I wasn't the only one watching from the stands; April was there, too. I haven't seen her in a while, so that was pretty cool.

However, instead of going and sitting in the shade with her (which was the smart thing to do), I decided to stay in the sun so I could get a bit of color. But the color turned out a bit red. :(

Today was fun; Paul went out of town yesterday afternoon, just after hockey, so I had the rest of yesterday and all of today to myself. I honestly have no idea what I did after Paul left yesterday. He left at four, and it wasn't until ten that I realized that the day was gone and I hadn't accomplished anything. Woops... So today I decided to be semi-productive. I went out at noon to downtown Portland, and took 129 pictures (filled my memory card) in two hours, all of the bridges. I got more sunburned. But that's okay, I loved my afternoon! I saw the middle through the end of about fifty people swimming across the Willamette; I saw a lone, forgotten book underneath a park bench; I saw two people being led by two other people, one of which was reciting a poem, the other was playing guitar; I saw a ton of dads riding bikes with their daughters. It was a great day.

AAAAAhhhhhhhhh!!!! no way!!!

Paul's dragging me to go see Snakes on a Plane in about an hour. I'm not terribly enthused (sorry...). But he told me to go call and invite Clint to go with us, since Clint's been trying to hang out with us, and we haven't had a chance to get together yet. So I called him, and now Clint's up here, eatin' an enchalada, hangin' out with us!

Guess who got tickets to go see RATATAT???

That's right, the guy next door!

...just kidding.......


I DIDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

eviction of the brain

I feel melancholy, apathetic and generally caught in the doldrums at the moment. I think this post is probably meant for my public blog, and not my private one. So I think I'll post it there. Anyhow, I'm not quite sure how I got in this funk. But the song I'm listening to currently, Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah, is cementing the mood. Oh, now it's Bright Eyes' Lua. Much better (/sarcasm)...

I keep finding remnants of the night I drank nearly a full bottle of wine (a big bottle, not regular-sized). I've found a few conversations and blogs I don't entirely remember doing, but I'm sure it was me. My sincere apologies to those I bugged and may have hurt. Way too much wine. And unfortunately, I don't think Paul will let me buy another bottle anytime soon...

I should be doing homework. Paul and I are going up to Centralia tomorrow morning. There's a family reunion on the Thomas side of Paul's family, and my presence is requested by his father, for getting to know the people I could one day be bound to the tree with. We have to be there at nine, so we (I) should probably wake up at around 6-6:30-ish. And it's nearly 11 now. And I'm not sleepy. Well, maybe a little...

I'm charging my camera batteries, because I need to get in the habit of actually using my camera when I take it everywhere with me. I've already missed two great photo opportunities this weekend (the beach with my family, and Potholes with my friends), and I'm super-bummed about both of them. I need to be making lots (hundreds) of photographs for my Advanced Image Manipulation class, and I currently have about thirty. Whoops...

I think I've found the source of my current mood. There's a being in the room that seems to be draining all the energy and life out of the situation. It does that fairly regularly... I don't think this regular exercise is a particularly helpful mechanism, but maybe there's something going on behind the scenes that I'm not quite understanding. Ugh.

I'm listening to a delightful song now, and it could just lift my spirits a bit! Hah, it's great. It's by The Boy Least Likely To, and the name of the song is I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star. Oh, now there's flute, or pan pipes, or something. How happy. It sounds like something that would be sung out in a sunny field by little girls holding hands and skipping in a circle.

I think I should try to get some sleep now. Goodnight, all, and have sweet dreams!

Currently feeling awesomely productive...

...and not putting it to any good uses. I just ran for a full 21 minutes... putting me at a mile-and-a-half without stopping. I know this is a really bad time, but I ran very slow on purpose. A couple weeks ago, Meggan directed me to this site, which makes it sound very easy to get the exercise I want and need. So I finally gave it a shot, and I feel great right now! Woo (I haven't gone running in about a month or so)!

Also, I went swimming today. Ryan told us about these two places in Lacamas that are excellent for swimming; one place has a rope swing and deep water for jumping into, the other has big rocks and deep water for jumping into (that one's called Potholes, for the many holes the water has carved into the rocks). Anyway, it was a blast. I wasn't really in a "jump off these rocks and cliffs into water" kind of mood when we first got there, but I warmed up to it eventually and ended up having a great time. Unfortunately, however, I neglected to take any pictures, even though I brought my camera.

I suppose you could call "posting a blog" a good use of my productive mood, especially since I promised I would post more often, and I let it go another few weeks with nothing to speak of. I'm also thinking of uploading some pictures I took when we went camping last month (since I ran out of free space for the month of June on my Flickr account, and haven't been able to share them with anyone because of it). But, there are also more productive things I could be doing, such as starting on the mountain of homework I need to do for this next week. I'm going to be sooo busy this weekend. I should make a quick list, so I have things fresh in my head...

• complete home page for personal portfolio site, as well as make starts on other pages
• research historical or contemporary illustrator, put together presentation and then emulate style in my own illustration
• take-home midterm for C.S.I., which entails a ton of writing, research and probably collaboration
• do a couple quick "excercises" for adv. image manip. and burn them all onto one cd, along with my midterm project files
• my midterm project, which I got to choose myself, was to restore and colorize an old black+white photograph, probably made in the late 1800s. I worked on it for two-and-a-half days, totalling approximately 20+ hours of work. Bleh.

I thiiiiiiink that's it... I hope so, anyway. This is going to take a ton of time, as it is.

Damn this blasted chair, and its sinking tendancies!!

I saw my parents yesterday/today. They actually came to Oregon for a change. But they didn't come up to see me, they actually came up to look for a new place to live, on the coast. It was great to see them. I haven't seen them since New Year's morning, and I haven't talked to them since July 2, until this last Monday, when they told me they were leaving that afternoon to work their way up the coast. Abby is getting so big! She's three years old now. She comes up to my belly-button, and she's cuter than ever. She can hold a conversation with you, and she has interests in things (flowers, seashells, horses, etc.). A regular little person. I love her! Anyway, I drove out to meet them just north of Tillamook, and I stayed the night at their motel room on the beach. It was so good to see them. I'm happy.

Well, my energy has sufficiently wound down... I think if I'm still going to put up those camping pictures I should get started, 'cause I'm pretty sleepy. Motel beds suck for sleeping in.

Hello. This is a blog.

Okay, here's the deal. The reason I've been neglecting my blog for nearly a month is the daunting fact that so much has happened and I haven't given my account of any of it. So I keep thinking I'm going to do this big post where I try to recall and write about all the things that I've done and that have happened to me, and then I realize I don't have the energy for that large of a post, and it just doesn't happen. I've started several times, always with the same outcome.

So I've decided on a compromise (sort of). I'll pick up with my blogging again, right now, as if nothing at all has happened to me in the past four weeks, and if there's an event I need to recall for reasons pertaining to current events, I'll give a brief recollection so we're on the same page. Deal? Okay.

So. Currently. My classes this term (a good place to start, I feel, since I'm working on homework for them at the moment) are Web Design for Graphic Design II, Advanced Image Manipulation, Crime Scene Investigation, and Advanced Illustration. In Web Design, I get to build a portfolio site for myself, which I'm kind of excited about (although I'm sure it's going to be a lot of work). Image Manip. is pretty cool, since the teacher is pretty laid back with a good sense of humor. Illustration is kind of neat, too, but we have to do an illustration every week, and I'm not used to making all sorts of art stuffs at a fairly quick pace. This week, we have to come up with something illustrating the concept "Tragedy at the zoo." Paul's got a few ideas out, and I'm still dry...

It's been an interesting weekend. Paul's family (cousin, cousin's daughter, other cousin's husband, aunt and uncle) are down in Vancouver, staying at our house, because "other cousin" hit her head on the bottom of a pool and broke her neck. She's okay, not paralyzed or dead, but she's getting spinal surgery tomorrow morning. I saw her this afternoon; she was coherent, but it was painful to look at. She has bolts in her head and a neck brace to keep her from moving her head at all. She can't entirely move her right arm, but she can move it some; when it first happened she couldn't move it at all. But yes, it's been a bit loud and a bit busy down here in the basement, since "cousin" and "cousin's daughter" (mainly "cousin's daughter," age 8) are down here fairly often, visiting with us. We haven't gotten a ton of homework done this weekend.

I have to say, I do feel much better that I'm finally getting a blog completed. I think I'll have a much easier time keeping it current, since I'm not dreading doing a huge update. Sorry, I'm kind of lazy sometimes (oftentimes...).

I want a Mac. Just to let you know. That would be awesome.

I AM SOOOO BORED!!!

Holy crap!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES!!!!!

My little brother turns nineteen today. This is weird for me. In fact, every one of his birthdays since he turned sixteen has been weird for me. I think it's weird because I haven't lived with him since we were younger, since I was eighteen. It's strange to think of him getting older, without actually seeing him do it. I don't know.

WHY

am I listening to Brian Eno at 1:41 in the morning?!

Wee lad of a post

I have a headache right now. Bleh. I think I'm really dehydrated, and have been for the past few days. I've been eating crappy food, LAN-ing, barely sleeping, drinking alcohol, drinking soda... all without much water. I think I'll start trying to keep on top of that...

I have to go to Portland tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to the drive, especially since I've been around people constantly for the whole week. I enjoy it, and it's going to be extra silent once I get back down to Vancouver.

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It's been a while; sorry. I'll give you an abridged version of my past two weeks:

Paul's birthday was fun. We went out at midnight that night to Joe's Cellar, where it was Paul, Ryan, James + Steph, Drew, Sam, two other guys, and me. It was good times... Paul was fed many shots containing many different kinds of alcohol. Long story short, he threw up as soon as we got in the car, then spent an hour in the bathroom that night. He tried to convince me to bring him a blanket and let him sleep in the bathroom...


Next day was bright and early for Centralia-bound fun. We were at his parents' most of the day, then we went out for the "Tower Street Crawl," which is the street in Centralia where most of the bars are downtown. A bunch of us moved from bar to bar that night (I was DD again, so I watched everyone else get drunk, again). It was a lot of fun. Happy birthday for Paul!!

Hmm... what next... Oh yeah, finals. I only had three, so that wasn't too worrisome. I passed, passed, and passed! Done on Tuesday afternoon. W00t! Then Paul, Ryan and I went out to Boss Hawg's, Cheers, and Joe's Cellar. I got smashed on Vodka Sours and Whiskey Sours. Woo, end of finals!!

Oh! Oh jeeze, I nearly forgot the glory of Monday evening, finals week. Paul and Ryan had rented some costumes for a photoshoot for a school project. Bunny costumes. Heh... the shoot itself was much fun. I was a thin white bunny, and Paul was a frumpy brown bunny. Two costumes, Paul's and my humor, and endless "furry" possibilities. The project was on the fetish of Furries, which is that of pretending to be an animal for sexual pleasure (that's the gist of it, anyway). Fun times. Anyway, we needed carrots for the shoot, which we had none of at the house. Sooooo.... I insisted that the only way we could go by carrots was if one of the rabbits walked into the store to pay for them. So I did it. Walked into the store, picked up some carrots, and went through the checkout. I got confused/amused looks from people all over the store, high scrutiny from the manager, and pure joy from children (along with paranoia from their parents). Oh, and photo documentation of the event. It was glorious. Heh heh.

Let's see... next comes summer break. It was pretty uneventful for the beginning of it; Paul went up to Centralia, while I stayed in Vancouver so I could go to my internship on Monday. I was bored out of my mind every single day. Then I drove up on Monday evening. And got a speeding ticket. My first one. I'm pissed. I had a clean record, and now I owe $122 for driving 75 in a 60 zone. Fuck that.

Anyway, after that I went with Paul over to Drew's house, where there'd been a crazy LAN party going on, with all the guys. I joined it; I set up a trial World of Warcraft account, and now I'm a level 12 gnome mage. It was pretty boring for most of the week. I spent the first day of summer, one of my favorite days of the year, sitting inside all day. LAAAAAAME! Oh well. I had gotten two-and-a-half hours of sleep the night before that, was up all day, then went to bed late that night. So I slept until noon, and Paul slept pretty much all day. That was yesterday.

Then last night we went to the Penny Park in Chehalis, where we all played tag and frisbee until we were exhausted. My knees and elbows are skinned and bruised-- I feel like I was six years old again for a few hours (until I got totally smashed on Tic Tacs-- vodka, orange juice and Red bull). Today we went to Black lake, about 20 miles north of Centralia, where we swam and sunned until we were exhausted. Paul has an AWESOME sunburn; the front of him is roasted beet red, while the rest of him remains pale as winter snow. I was the only one who put on sun lotion, so I'm the only one who didn't get burned. Except for my back, which I couldn't reach. There's a pretty awesome and definite line of where the lotion stopped on my skin. We're going to the lake again tomorrow, since a few people couldn't make it today due to work (crazy people with jobs...).

I've been working on a project (somewhat) at Paul's parents' house; it's a wood shelf the size of the garage wall. Paul was working on it, and screwing up and getting frustrated, when I came in to see what he was up to. I offered a helping hand, and he gave me the project. And I looooove it! I haven't gotten to do any woodworking since I was in high school, and it's one of my most favorite things to do. I'm measuring, and sawing, and nailing, and getting things to fit together perfectly... it is soooo satisfying. Woo hoo.

So yeah. That's been the past couple of weeks. Not terribly eventful, but there are a few fun things thrown in there. I'm really, really tired though. I haven't been getting much sleep, I'm tired from swimming and the sun, I've been staring at the compys and lappys playing WOW for hours and hours this week, and I'm a little burned out on being indoors almost constantly (you have no idea how happy I was about going to the lake, and then learning that we're going back the next day).

In the days to come, I'll be working on a poster for Entercom, then I'll be finishing my internship on Monday morning (which means I need to go to Portland on Sunday). I have another internship next term, and I'm planning on trying to go to Portland Monthly. Wish me luck! It sounds like fun.

Okay, bleh. I'm done now. Maybe I'll sleep. Or something (I probably won't...).

Passing time

There are five hours left until we go out for Paul's Twenty-first Birthday. I am soooo bored in the meantime. I have plenty of homework I could be doing, but [insert excuse here].

I talked to my mom today. She called me this morning and we talked for almost an hour. Which is great. I haven't talked to her since Mothers' Day, and that was only for maybe five minutes because she was so busy. Then about an hour ago I called my sister, Laurie. We talked for a while, too. I loved it. Oh, and she told me it was Jordan's birthday (my youngest niece) so I tried to call Wendy (my sister, Jordan's mom) but by then it was already 10 over there and they're probably already in bed.

I had some very strange dreams last night. I'd tell you about them, but I don't think they would mean anything to you. I think they're the kind of dreams that are only strange to the person who dreamt them, because of personal significance.

The day before yesterday (I think... maybe it was the day before that) I ran 3/4 of a mile without stopping. I can't remember if I could ever do that in high school (my guess is no), but I know I haven't been able to do it since then. So, I was pretty proud of myself. And then I ran for most of the way back home. I'm still a little sore from it, though. Oh well. Maybe I'll go again before it gets dark tonight. And I'll get Paul to go with me.

I didn't go to class today. I did laundry and cleaned the house instead. Which was probably a lot more work than what class would have entailed.

AIGA's tshirt sale was a success this term. We sold more shirts than last term, but made about the same amount of profit, since we spent more money on set-up this time (screens, shirts, etc.) I don't have any pictures of this term's sale, but I could post some from last term, just for the heck of it. Like I said, I'm bored and need to pass the time (damnit, this post has only taken up about ten minutes...) Oh, but I have to resize the pictures first. That should take up some more time. Woo.

Okay, it's been 25 minutes. Here are the pictures! Woooooo.......

Our inventory...

One of the shirt designs...

Another one (this one's designed by me!)...

Yet another (designed by Paul, it's a picture of Ryan)...

And one more (also by me).

This was on the back of all the shirts, promoting our cause, of course.

The printing press and screensOur president. :D

The profits!

Well, that's it. It's now a quarter after 8... which means just under four hours left until Paul's birthday. Four hours... ... ... ...

He just put on Death Cab for Cutie's album Transatlanticism, which I haven't listened to in quite a while. I love it. And it sort of has significance for Paul and I. It also inspires so many different emotions (hence it being "emo," duh), depending on the mood you're in when you start to play it.

tick tock

tick tock...

*I need you so much closer...*

8:19

8:20

tick tock

My voice, the Actress

Sometimes, I end up staring at myself in the mirror, and if I stare for a little while, I don't recognize myself. On some of these days, I'm thinking, "Damn, is that me? I need sleep, or food, or exersice or something, because I seriously look like hell. Wow." And then I have those other days, when I look in the mirror and think "Damn, is that me? I need to be a freaking underwear model or a supermodel or something, because I seriously look damn good. Wow." Today is one of the good days. I'm sure everyone has both days.

This morning was fun. Waking up was really weird, because I would wake up, look at the clock, fall back into a deep sleep, wake up again, and only five minutes would have passed. I had to stay on top of the clock, though, because I had a feeling Paul didn't set the alarm at the time I wanted (and I was right), and he was sleeping on the couch instead of writing his paper. So I was super sleepy (two nights in a row of 6 hours of sleep, when I'm coming down with a cold and I'm stressed) when I got up, but when I looked in the mirror my hair was perfect, so I didn't bother with a shower. I just shaved my legs, did my makeup, and got dressed. When I got home from work I took an hour-long nap, and when I woke up I knew the meaning of beauty-sleep; I felt like I was looking even better than I did that morning.

Anyway, the reason this morning was fun, was because I got to do some job-shadowing, and some voice-acting. I got to work at 9 am, like I was supposed to, but ended up having to wait for the other voice actor for about 50 minutes. Anyway, we recorded our commercial one voice at a time. It was weird, because I was reacting to a voice or a person that I wasn't actually hearing. It was really fun, though. Then Doug showed us where all the sound effects come from. There's this huge book, about as big as a phone book, filled with the names of almost every sound you could imagine. So we picked up some Office Ambience, a Corrola motor sound, and some other things we needed. Then Doug showed us how to edit sound. He likened it to video editing, but that didn't help since I've never done/seen video editing. I have, however, seen sound editing before. It was still neat, though.

Anyway, Nick (another one of the interns, and one of my voice-acting partners) had to leave at 11, so he took off. I, however, stayed and watched Doug at work. In the time I was there, he edited and sent a radio commercial, wrote a couple other commercials, had several meetings with people including meeting with a part-time worker/giving him going-away gifts (there were about seven or eight people crammed into Doug's tiny, tiny office for this), and had a creative brainstorming session with a few people (while informing me that I was going to be working on that project very soon). Keith, my other boss, also helped on the voice acting, but he also attended 5 meetings in the three-and-a-half hours I was there, and still had one more later that day. Wow. What a busy, busy place Entercom is. I got to meet a bunch of other people that worked there, though I couldn't tell you anybody's name now. Doug told me it's that busy every single day. Oh yeah, he also is flying to New Jersey (?) tomorrow because he's a finalist in an annual competition for one of the radio commercials he's written.

Oh, one more thing he told me: he's met both Busta Rhymes and Snoop Dog. He said they're both cool, and Snoop is a pretty funny guy. Oh yeah, and he has a friend who is a creative director at Weiden + Kennedy. I am amazed at this guy's life.

Now I have a long list of stuff to do, which can be found under question 13 on my myspace blog "I'm powing through these things..."

A Brief Intermission

Turns out my boss is fucking active as hell. He's won a ton of awards, mostly for radio ad copywriting, he serves on two judge panels for advertising- one regional, one international (on the same panel as Steve Sandstrom, of Sandstrom Design!), he goes golfing, he playes Lacrosse, he travels across the country, he's the Creative Director of a company that owns/operates seven radio stations, and then he gets all excited at my mention and explaination of Frisbee Golf, becausae of the prospect of gaining a new hobby. Who the hell is this guy??

I got all excited at work today. Doug and Keith (my bosses) asked what other work I'd like to be doing for them. I said posters would be fun, so they figured out what posters needed to be done, so I can do them. Doug told me he wasn't going to tell me what he had in mind, because he wanted me to just run with whatever I wanted. So I mentioned Jeff Kliensmith and Jesse LeDeux. Aawww yeahhh. So they pulled up Patent Pending and loved what they saw. So now that's my direction. I'm probably going majorly stress out about this, because I'm now trying to emulate my favorite designers, and it's scary because I don't think I can do them any justice. But I'm still super excited.

Oh, also... I get to do some voice acting. Which is also very exciting! I get to play a bubbly, 20-year-old fast food worker, who's happy to be out in the job world. Woooo!

So my weekend was great. Lucas and Drew stayed until Sunday afternoon. Saturday rocked. We went up to Big 5 and picked up some frisbee golf disks, even though it was all rainy. It took forever to find Pier Park, the course we were going to, but we found it eventually (after going through some part of Portland I didn't even know existed... corporate parks and such...). Pier Park is awesome. It's a huge course, with 18 holes and trees everywhere. AND, there are two huge swingsets placed strategically at the half-way point in the course. So guess what we did? Of course. We swung on the swings, and had a blast. Paul decided to steal my swing from me, then jump off while he was swinging, onto the muddy slope below. He fell in the mud, of course. Served him right. And he was trying to get his balance to get up, and slipped back into the mud. Hehehe! It was great.

I started this post this evening, at about 8 or so... then Paul and I went to Meggan and Daniel's house when he got out of class. It was nice, we don't hang out with them as much as last term, which is sad. We always have a good time when we see them.

I just downloaded a bunch of ELO and Yes. Wooo! I'm going to bed now. We might go Frolfing again tomorrow! Yay!

Friiiiday Niiiiiiiight!! Woooooo! (/sarcasm)

Lucas and Drew came down this evening, and they're staying with us tonight and tomorrow night. Yaaay! We still need to clear off the spare bed, which is covered with two feet of clothes and other things we have stored away.

Side, unrelated note: Any single (or not single, whatever), decent-looking chicks should leave me a resume for my friend. He's lonely.

Man, I'm sleepy. This is the first night in a while that Paul and I have stayed up past midnight. It's already a quarter-to-one. Hmmmmm....

Well, I filled out papers today to take an incomplete on my internship.

You know, I feel really, really weird posting things about my personal, everyday life on here. Like just now, with the internship thing. I think it's because I'm aware that people read it now. Before, it wasn't so bad. I figured, "either people are reading it, or else they aren't. No big deal. This is just what's going on in my life." But now, it's more like I'm talking to an audience. And if I can't even do that in real life, what about the internet would make it very much easier? There isn't anonomity. It's only a tiny bit easier, since I can compose my thoughts a little more, and monitor and edit what I'm saying or thinking.

I just got slapped in the face with hot dogs. Ew. And apparently, according to my friends/boyfriend, it made me douch-y and caused an out-of-body experience.

What a choppy blog. I can't continue a thought. Everything is broken up. I am a robot. This is how I talk. One two three four five. I'm going to bed. Goodnight on a stick.

Paul's complaining about my complaining about him. Psssshhhh..........

Can I steal you for a minute? Can I steal you?

You wanna know the real reason I don't want to watch your stupid comedy show? Because I'm jealous. You have a crush on her, and it makes me jealous, 'cause she's cooler than I am. You say it's 'cause she's hot, but I don't think that's it. I know you like her more than me. I'm not as funny as she is. So I don't watch. I just sit at my computer, and feel bad that you're staring at her for an hour, and laughing at all her jokes.

Bleh.

Dream, Interrupted

I deeply value the days I get to sleep until I don't want to sleep anymore. Especially when Paul SETS A FUCKING ALARM ON YOUR SLEEPING-IN DAYS!. Apparently he doesn't understand that you can wake up naturally, especially when you get to bed at an early or decent hour the night before. Bah.

I'm gunna go do some homework now.

PS I'm not in a bad mood, although none of my recent posts have indicated otherwise. I think it's good to be me.

I'm looking at things around the room, trying to come up with a decent title. I give up.

Wow, serious lack of blogging-motivation going down. I didn't mean to leave you with all these dissatisfactory quickies lately, but honestly, it's all I've had in me.

So how many of you got my pun in the title of the last post? Be honest, it's okay if you didn't. Stale Cheery-o's... eh?? Ehhhh???? I know, it was vague and lame anyway.

Wow, I started this post maybe an hour ago. See?! Blogger-apathy. I've got it bad.

I can't believe it's already ten o'clock. At this time last night, we were in Centralia. Getting plizzowed. Well, everyone but me. Paul named me the Designated Driver. He designated me. Psssssshhhhhhhhh..... It's okay though; I had a blast! Last night was soooo much fun. It was Justin's "Welcome Home!" party. He's been in Europe for the past five months, studying abroad. And now he's back, at least for the time-being. And so I watched everyone get drunk, and I stayed just as silly as the rest of them (in my opinion). There was even Absinthe and Chartreuse and Sheesha. Justin brought back culture with him ( heh heh). Oh man, the sheesha was soooooo good; it was vanilla-peach (it was mixed). Yummm.

Anyway, I did a great job as DD. I stayed 100% sober, except for at the very beginning of the night when I had a half-glass of white wine, and a taste of a shot of Chartreuse. I got more on my lips than in my mouth... man it burned! Soo warm. Very tasty, though.

Ugh. Last night was a blast. To think I considered not going! Jeeze.

I just finished polishing my nails. I didn't paint them, I polished them. They're so shiny! And smooth!! I love them.

I don't know. I guess that's all I really have to talk about. I'll try again in a couple days, when more stuff happens to me.

Stale Cheerios

Sometimes I hate my life.

I crushed my face.

I landed on it when I fell. I fell when I was chasing the ball away from Clint, and he side-slid into my feet when we were both traveling at high speeds. I was chasing the ball away from Clint, because we were doing "passing drills" with a soccer ball in a soccer field. We were playing soccer in a field because we were drunk. We were drunk because we were at a party. The party was for Athena's Birthday, for dancing, for eating, and for drinking. Dance parties are spontaneous occurrences. That's probably why nobody danced last night. It was a planned event. All around good times, though!


*Clint, I'm not mad. Honestly. I thought it was fun!

We have new mice!

For our snakes to eat. You know, because, what else are mice for?

There are ten empty Heiniken bottles sitting on the coffee table...

I went for a run this afternoon. It's a beautiful day for it! I hope that this past weekend's rain washed away some of the pollen, so that you people with allergies can enjoy the weather properly. Paul and I have been running fairly regularly; about once every three or four days. Not too bad, but the goal, my goal at least, is to go every other day. And I'm getting better at it, too! I'm progressively able to run further without stopping. I'd say I'm up to just over a quarter-mile nonstop on the first jaunt. Go me.

Another healthy issue: I've decided to completely stop smoking. See, Paul and I "quit" about three weeks ago, along with a friend. However, Paul and our friend didn't do a very good job of quitting before even a week was up, and I caved when I was drunk on my birthday. Since then, we haven't done a great job at staying away from cigarettes. Our friend even told me to throw his pack away, and still he goes back to buy more cigarettes. Paul bought a pack the day before yesterday.

Now, here's the difference between me quitting the first time, and me quitting this time. The first time, it was a pact, and a way to help each other out. So when the other two counterparts to the pact failed, and refused to listen to me or let me help them, I became disheartened and decided I missed smoking. However, this second time, it's different because I'm quitting completely of my own independent decision. When I smoked two years ago, I had absolutely no problem quitting then, because I was the only one doing it, and all I had to do was stop buying them. But now, since Paul and I sort of started together, and it's been so much more of a social thing and a pass-the-time habit between the three of us, there are always cigarettes around. And personally, I think this other friend began the downfall after the pact, since he caved first then offered Paul cigarettes, which tempted him to cave. But I digress. I'm quitting, and that's the final word. I'm good at quitting things.

Oh, I just bought a new hair dryer. A couple of weeks ago (it may have even been last week-- I don't know), I was using my little yellow space-blaster hair dryer. You could only turn this thing on high, low, or off. Actually, back up a few more weeks, to our spring break trip to Canada. This thing had been acting kind of weird; I always used it on the "high" setting, but it had been sort of-- lacking power, we'll say. It would rev down a few seconds, then go back to normal speed/hi-pitched-sound. But one night when I was getting ready to go into Nelson with everyone, the high speed just stopped working. It revved down to "low" mode (slightly lower-pitched sound) and never turned up to high mode, ever again.

Okay, skip back forward. Last week-ish, I was using the blow dryer on the low setting, as I had gotten used to doing since the power-down incident. Everything was going normally, and I glanced in the mirror on my left (in our bathroom, there's a mirror over the sink as well as a medicine cabinet mirror on the right wall when you face the sink; I was facing the cabinet). I happened to notice casually that the tip of the inside of my blowdryer was glowing yellow-white, much like a flashlight, then continued drying my hair for a few more fractions of a second before realizing that hey, it shouldn't be doing that, I might be in danger right now... I yelled "oh shit" and before I could turn off the dryer, or reach for the plug it just popped, something flew out, and it turned off. And it never turned on again.

So anyway, yeah. I bought a new hair dryer. Those things are getting kind of complicated; they have those "ion" dryers, but I'm not really sure what they do. I got one anyway. I was enticed mostly by the packaging of this one (and also by the fact that I can turn up the speed and temperature separately from one another). It reminded me of the packaging for an Ipod, simply because it seems overly complicated (don't get me wrong though, I love the Ipod packaging) and unique. It's a trapezoidal shape (oh, the blowdryer is Revlon Glamorous Styles, btw), and it's red, with little black shoe-string-type handles coming out of the top. I just opened it up, and there's an outer shell for the package with all the information on it. But the inner, box portion of the package is just plain and red, with no writing on it. Then you untie it at the top, and your product is in a bag, inside. Nothing more, nothing less. Elegant and reusable. I liked it.

Oh, one more thing that happened today: I went to Jack in the Box for lunch, and this boy (fairly cute, but most likely still in high school) totally had the hots for me. He was trying his best not to have a huge smile, and not doing a very good job. Hehe, I played the "cool, collected, in-control college chick" card and he could barely concentrate on his job and his friends in the back. It was so much fun. ^.^ Heehee...

Mish-Mash

It has come to my attention that SOME of you are only reading half of my blogs. This is not acceptable. Either you read the whole thing, or else you're not reading it at all. That's the rules. Paul, for example, doesn't read my blog at all. This is perfectly acceptable. Others read all of every post. This, also, is perfectly acceptable. But half? You read only half of a blog post?!? I'm sorry, this just isn't computing. You can't do that.

Paul is currently watching six episodes of The Simpsons at the same time. He's giggling and saying it's "so cool." I think it's freaking me out.

It's always a pleasant surprise when I sit in my chair and find it at the exact height I need it to be.

I went to my internship meeting this morning to find that they loved the website homepage I mocked up for them. Woo! What fun. The first thing I make for a real company is well-recieved! Yay. Then they took us interns on a tour of the building. That was pretty cool. I met Jaime Cooley, and saw all the tons and tons of databank computers, and went into the recording studio, and even into the DJ booths! Actually, we went in to the Charlie FM booth, and it was empty. You know why?? 'Cause Charlie FM doesn't have any DJ's! Duh. Well, I thought it was cool, anyway.

To those of you who stuck around to finish reading this post, just so you know, I really am grateful. Really. I appreciate anyone who takes precious time out of their day, just to read some of the details from my boring life. I

And so my misdirection is...?

Paul and I just learned that I'm retarded. I was doing some quick equations, and got every step wrong. He told me I should go back to a math class, and I said I could do algebra. He asked me to solve x+7=11. An easy one. I got it wrong... The answer is 4, not 6 (oops...).

"My girlfriend is retarded!" Paul sulked.
"Yeah, but nobody knows it..." I offered. "It's sort of like when no one realized Charlize Theron was retarded on Arrested Development, because she was so cute."
"Well, it's sort of like that. Except you don't have the 'cute' factor working for you."

Aww... sucks for me.

In other news, we went to go see Silent Hill last night. What a creepy movie! Holy crap. Creepy. But good; Paul and I both liked it. But it was really creepy. Ew.

And in still other news, I'm uploading a bunch of new photos on Flickr, since it's a new month and I have more space to do so.

And in yet other news still, I did manual labor today! Wooooo! Shovelin' dirt and sheeit. Good times! I haven't done yard work since I lived with my parents. I kinda miss it...

May the Fourth be with you (aka How I Spent My Summer Vacation)

Lemme tell you'bout my birthday, and how great it was. Ready? Okay.

I woke up on time, ready to go running like Paul promised we would. He, however, didn't get up until way, way later. When he finally did, we went running. Then he made me breakfast! Pancakes, eggs and sausage. Yummy! Then I called a bunch of people, trying to organize everything. Then it was time for some homework, and before I knew it, it was 4:00. So, Paul took me to Red Robin, so I could get one of those "pretty" drinks. I got a Tropical Mai Tai (ooooh), and I took a picture.

So, that was my drink. Then the waiters and waitresses brought me balloons and stuck them behind my ears, while they sang at me and shoved a sundae in my face. It was fun!

Then Paul and I left to go to The Edgefeild. We were apparently the last ones to show up, since we found everyone hanging out already. So we rented our clubs, paid for our ways, and bought our drinks, and took off for the green. There were ten of us. A very large group to take golfing. But we did it anyway! They made me go first the first few holes (probably until I started getting a bit tipsy). And it turns out, I was the worst one. I was even worse than the people who had never picked up a golf club before. Haha, go me! Man-o-man...

So, we didn't keep score. But I'm sure one of the two guys who brought their own clubs did the best. Damn fancy-pants'. Anyway, here's the rundown. It was: Paul, Meggan, Daniel, April, Ryan, Lizz, Brandon, Clint and Kevin, and Devin showed up for a little while as well. So... it took us two hours to get through nine holes. Yeah. I told you ten people is a lot to go golfing with! And I'm sure it didn't help that some of us were a tad drunk.

Oh, I completely forgot to mention the bunny that ran across the green on Hole #3. Ryan snuck up on it, then chased it away before I could get a decent picture. But I did get a picture... I might as well put that up, too. He sort of blends in with his background. I swear he was there, though.

And so we finished playing, and organized car rides for the drinkers, drunkards, and the under-aged. We sent the youngsters home while I continued on with Brandon, Clint, Ryan and April. As we were leaving, Meggan and Daniel brought out the gift they had gotten for me: Rum, Smoothie mix, and the most awesome cocktail glasses, ever! They have green polka dots all over them (not pictured, sorry). I love them to death!


So anyway, the youngsters went home. And the other five of us went to Cheers! I had two "untrue" Tic-tacs, which consisted of vodka, Red Bull and orange juice (I believe). The reason they weren't "true" Tic-tacs, is because they didn't have a drop-shot in them. Oh well. They were tasty anyway. Oh yeah... hah. When I first got there, I had to go to the bathroom. And as I was washing my hands, this chick came in and asked me "what to do when the world starts spinning around you." I told her I had no idea, as long as both feet were on the ground. Then I suggested cheesy fries, and she made a "yum" sort of noise. She was sort of leaning on the counter, and since I felt bad for her, and slightly akward, I rubbed her back. She kept talking though, and said she didn't think she was gunna make it. I said I didn't know, and made another suggestion. This time, french bread. She said that sounded like a "grande idea," then continued saying many overly Americanized versions of Spanish words. Then she said "Sionara, Callie," and pushed through the bathroom stall door. It was weird. And silly. And I felt bad for her.

So anyway, I went back to my good time with my friends. We decided to play some pool. I think I played against Brandon. I told him I would rack, and he said something about doing a good job, so I did it the anal-retentive way, and put all the colors next to each other. I think he got a kick out of it (yeah, I was pretty drunk). Anyway, the next thing I knew, my balls were the only ones left on the table. I think I did a bad job... whoops! Then the table was given up to some old guys. Clint and Ryan were playing a game, and Clint decided to have a cigarette. So... I started asking permission to have one. Wow, can you say "dependant childhood?" Hahah, jeeze I'm a nerd. I am both proud and displeased to say that I had many more cigarettes that night, without anymore sheepish askings-of-permission.

Anyway, April and Ryan had to go home, since April had to work in the morning. So we all left, and then there were three. Clint, Brandon and I drove back downtown, blasting Queens of the Stoneage and the White Stripes, me singing my lungs out the whole way. Hahahah, I'm laughing at myself out loud right now, remembering what a good time I had. So we parked in the Pearl, and on our way Downtown, I really, really had to go pee. I mean really. I was going to explode. So I went behind a bush. Next to a building. In the Pearl District. C'mon, really. What would you have done? What other choice did I have?!? It was late and no one was around. Don't worry. I don't even remember what building it was (heehee).

So we arrived at another bar, where Clint could finally get his drink on. I had a very, very tall Rockstar and Vodka, which I'm sure had more Vodka than Rockstar. Then the bartender learned it was my birthday, and became upset that he hadn't carded me. So then, after finishing our drinks, we went to Mary's, which was a strip club a few strides down the block. We weren't there for very long, however (I can't remember why though), and we left Mary's to go to The Cabaret.

Now, I hear that this place is pretty dirty, but of course I don't hear this until the days following my birthday. Oh well! I was too drunk to notice/care (but it turns out poor Clint is sick now...). Anyway, we watched some stage dancing for a bit before Brandon bought me a lapdance. We were trying to pick a good-looking girl, but I bet if we had gone back sober that would have been impossible. Anyway, I changed my mind a few times, but once we had decided on a girl, I got the lapdance Brandon had been promising me the entire night. I only remember a few things about it, like her telling me I couldn't touch her boobs or butt or couch, and the fact that she peeked down my shirt so she could see my boobs. Haha, I was like "Okay!" Anyway, she stayed to talk to us afterwards, and when she learned it was my birthday she went to go tell the DJ-guy, who announced it to the rest of the joint. I was getting "Happy Birthday Callie!"'s for the rest of the night from all the girls.

Anyway, we finally left that place. If it seems like we were there for a long time while I was drunk, then we must have been there for way, way longer. We walked the short distance back to The Yards while laughing and yelling and making promises to "do this again sometime" and me getting lifted in the air. Hahaha, good times, good times indeed. When we got back to the apartments, I was informed that Paul was already on his way to come get me. He arrived shortly thereafter, and I bid my goodbyes to my drinkin' buddies, and we went home. I made my way very carefully down the basement stairs (I had been worried about those stairs for days prior to the event, so I took extra care getting down them), and promptly threw up upon entering the bathroom. I went to sleep, woke up parched with a dizzy step, then slept again until two. Happy Birthday to me!! Hahaha...



Oh yeah, ps. I went birthday shopping on Tuesday and got some new clothes. Here's the classic "myspace" pose, modeling my new shirt.

I'M TWENTY-ONE

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


i'm gunna go drink some beers now.

Don't accept any rides from hitchhikers!

Yesterday was odd. Odd but great.

I got up early, and took a bunch of pictures of candy bars for my homework for Gary's class (Advanced Art Direction). Then I finished that at about 11:45, took a shower and went to class. When I was parking, I got a call from Ryan asking if Paul and I wanted to go with him, April, and some friends of theirs to the coast, bonfire and all, and Meggan and Daniel could go too.

Half-way through class Ryan called me again, wondering if I had decided if we were going to the coast or not, but I still wasn't sure since I hadn't had a chance to talk to Paul, Meggan or Daniel. So I called Meggan's phone and left a message. We took a midterm, went over our projects, then got out at 4:15. I met Paul in the Commons, mentioned going to the coast with Ryan, and then we went to our internship class.

Class was interesting; we all went over how our internships were going, including the people at the workplace, the projects we were doing, and the environment we were working in. And any other details. Then the very second class was over, Ryan called me again to see if we were going with them. This was at 6:00. I said I didn't know yet, that I was about to talk to Paul about it, and I would call him back.

We hung around class a little bit longer, talking to Devon and Drew, and decided we'd go get some food with them at Rogue's (which was very tasty, by the way, and had wonderful french fries). So as we were walking out the school, Paul wanted to know what time Ryan and the bunch were leaving, and where exactly it was they were going. So I called Ryan back, and found out they were going to Cannon Beach, and they were leaving at, oh, right now. I still hadn't heard back from Meggan and Daniel, so I called Meggan, still getting a mailbox. And I called Daniel, who didn't answer, so I left a message on his phone this time.

Then we went and ate some awesome food and had great conversation with two good people from school.

That took an hour-and-a-half, by the way, during which time Ryan called me one more time. Then we had to go back to Vancouver, since we were in seperate cars, and Paul was wearing shorts. We would have just left from downtown, but he would have frozen at the beach, so we got a blanket and he changed. Before I drove up there though, I called Daniel one more time, and finally got ahold of him. And? They decided to go! Woo.

So I drove to Vancouver, Ryan called me again to see where we were, I picked up Paul, we went back downtown to grab Meggan and Daniel really quick, and we were finally on our way. It's now about 8:20.

Anyway, we got out there, found the bonfire, and had a great time. Marshmallow roastings (and smores... mmmm), pyro-activities, conversation and ghost stories. Well, no actual ghost stories, only talk of ghost story books. Hehe.

Then at about midnight we put out the fire. Ryan and April ended up getting a room out there, so we hung around for about twenty minutes, then drove back home. I slept on the way, and we were back before I knew it.

Today, my plans involve calling a ton of bars and people; bars to see who'll serve someone on the midnight of their 21st b-day, and people to inform them of my b-day plans tomorrow afternoon. We're going drunken golfing. W00t!

**This post's Quote-as-a-Title brought to you by Paul T., of Vancouver, WA

Let's have a Bloc Party!!

Paul is currently denying me his nachos. I just want a little bit of 'em! But no, I can't have any. I have to go eat a grapefruit. Humph. Nevermind the fact that I've been talking about eating a grapefruit for the past two days. I made Paul buy sugar this morning so I could finally eat the two that have been sitting on our microwave forever.

Paul's nachos are from Muchos Gracias. He made me drive there after we finished measuring the distance to the end of Officer's Row and back. We were measuring the distance, because we had just finished running it. A mile and a half. Exactly. W00t! Go us! Paul ran it by himself yesterday, and was dying. Then I ran it with him today, and he did much better, apparently. I did okay, and I think it's a great little run, and I want to do it more often. Especially since it's been nicer out. We started running before winter happened, and then we were forced to end it when the weather turned on us. But now we can run again! Wheeee!

Currently I'm going through a list of movie recommendations I've gotten from friends, and figuring out which ones might actually be good enough to check out on Netflix. So far, I have Delicatessen. That's it. Anyone have any recommendations? We love movies like Amelie, Me and You and Everyone We Know, Spanglish, Memento, Garden State, etc. Please help us out! We're at the end of our Netflix list!!

::edit 8:42 pm::
Right after I posted this, I was looking at a movie called City of God, which David recommended to me a while back. Anyway, it said that people who enjoyed this movie also enjoyed Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Royal Tenanbaums, Trainspotting, Memento, Me and You and Everyone We Know, Amelie, Sin City, and Rushmore. It sounds like a winner to me!! It's kind of eerie that it's that perfect, though...

Earth Day / Smurf Day

We ended up going to a new trail in a new location, entirely. It was somewhere east of Salem, but I forget the mountain and trail names. But it was an 8 mile loop trail, and along the way there were 10 waterfalls. It was pretty cool. However, I forgot my camera (grrr...) and no one else had brought one, either. I think it was the first hike where no one had a camera! Very dissapointing. Sorry I didn't get pictures, guys. It was cool, though. A nice way to spend Earth Day, I feel.

Today I've been working on my project for Entercom. My boss gave me a project, and told me nothing about it, so I've been doing research for it all morning. Then I realized I wouldn't have time to do my homework tomorrow, so I went to the school to get it done. I left at 4:00, however, and upon arriving, realized that that's the exact time the library had closed today. So here I am, sitting in a school lab (my favorite, Lab 217), updating my blog. And I'll be back home soon. There were easier ways I could have found out that the library was closed, but honestly, I just wanted to get out of the house. It's a beautiful day, and I hate letting days like this go to waste.

Sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time

I'm in Package Design right now. We're on break, but I'm waiting to talk to the teacher about something. So far, the class is going well.

Guess what? I got an internship. Yup! I went in for an interview last Friday, and showed them my Book, and they liked me, and they liked my book, so they hired me as an intern! Where is it, you ask? Well, it's at Entercom, which owns 7 of the local radio stations in Portland, three of which I listen to (94/7, 97.1 Charlie, and 92.3 KGON Classic Rock) on a regular basis! That means, I get to do print work for some of the radio stations, including posters, pamphlets, booklets and cds! My boss seems super nice, and so does his assistant. The job seems like it's going to be a lot of fun, and I'm really looking forward to it! (Wow, I just used way too many exclaimation points).

Hm, what else has been going on? Um, not a whole lot. I've been having really emotional dreams lately, though. Well, just in the past two nights. That I can remember, anyway. Emotionally good, emotionally bad, emotionally rough.... Just emotional, in general.

What else... what else? Umm (bleh, the teacher just spent 15 minutes talking to one person, when she has to talk to like five of us and she only had a half-an-hour). Okay, it looks like I don't have much to talk about anymore. Oh yeah, except for the AIGA. See, Paul and I are the only officers (I didn't volunteer to be an officer again, it just sort of happened when I was doing a bunch of stuff for the club). And there aren't a whole lot of active members (maybe two or three, excluding Paul and myself). So, what happens is, we get stuck doing a lot of the work behind the events we try to put together. We ask other members for help, but we've yet to have a reliable member (besides Ryan, but I suspect he's only helping the club 'cause he's our friend, hahaha). So... bleh. I don't think I was really going anywhere with that, besides ranting. We have a school-wide T-shirt competition that's finally getting off the ground, a supposed trip to Georgia Pacific, the paper company, a guest speaker, and a meeting with PSU's student chapter of the AIGA, as well as regular tours of local studios.

We didn't have to worry about setting up the studio tours or the inter-chapter meeting, because it was someone else's idea. Getting a guest speaker shouldn't be too hard, and our one reliable member is in charge of doing that. The trip to Georgia Pacific, there was a member who was supposed to be orchestrating that for us, but he hasn't even contacted us in the past... oh... two weeks or so. And the last time we spoke to him was because he happened to be in our internship class. So that leaves the T-shirt competetion. Oh my dear goodness. What a nightmare. I'm thinking things may go a bit easier next term, once we've figured things out a bit.

---one night later---

I'm at home now. Last night we ended up going on a feild trip to Whole Foods, to look at packaging. There's one package I'm in love with, for a cacao bean. But sadly, it's not one of the two packages I chose for discussion.

Let's see... I had class today, Advanced Art Direction. Then after class, I called Paul and discovered he was with Meggan and Daniel. So I headed on over there, and we went to get some food at The Laughing Planet. Then I drove home in the rush hour traffic, while listening to good music (there's a new radio station! 60s and 70s hits, on 106.7).

After arriving at home, I played a bit of Guitar Hero, failed miserably (I'm stuck on Hard, on the third tier, and I've been getting only three stars for the songs I do pass). Then I put on Super Mario 64, which I've been playing for about a week now. It's rather fun! See, when I owned a N64, the only game I owned was BanjoKazooie. So I sort of missed out on all the other fun games, like Ledgend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time, and SM64. So I'm playing both of those now. I now have like 34 stars, and I've beaten like three or four levels. Wooo!

So now, I'm just hanging out. Paul fell asleep like an hour or so ago. I didn't realize this until I was trying to talk to him, and he was apparently ignoring me. He got mad at me earlier, but I didn't think he was still grumpy, so I kept talking to him. When I finally got off the couch to see what on earth he was doing, I realized he was dead asleep. Hahaha, oh well. Yeah, that was at like, 8:00 pm. Why on earth is he sleeping so early? He never does that.

Anyway, turns out we're going hiking tomorrow. With Ryan and April. I'm looking forward to it. Paul and I went the weekend before last, to a new trail. Wahclella Falls. It was pretty!

This isn't Wahclella falls, but it was some
of the scenery found along the way.

But I don't really feel like going back to the same trail so soon. So I'm thinking we should go to Eagle Creek. This is the infamous trail of Paul's and my "Seventeen Mile Hike," (which wasn't actually seventeen miles long). It is a very, very long trail, but there are a ton of great places for stopping and turning around. Anyway, it's a beautiful hike and a relatively easy trail, without switchbacks or a very steep incline. Or, we could find a new trail entirely. There's a few I found a couple of weeks ago when I was looking for a trail for us, but these won't be open until late Summer. Bleh. So in the meantime, I need to find an awesome Spring trail. Actually, Spring is when Paul and I traversed Eagle Creek last time, because the high water runoff causes one particular waterfall to have two seperate chutes. It's neat.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Overdue

So, I've been neglecting a new post due to my lack of wanting to talk about everything that happened on Spring Break. Don't get me wrong, it was a ton of fun, and nothing regrettable about it whatsoever. But seeing as how I'm lazy, and there are a lot of things to talk about, and I want to get back to posting about other things, I'll just put up a link where someone else (Meggan) has already talked about all the details, pictures included.

School's gotten off to a pretty slow start for me. I have three classes and an internship, which I have yet to land. I really should be more agressive about that. Three different opportunities have practically fallen into my lap, and I have yet to pursue them any further. Man I'm lazy.

On a different note, I will be twenty-one years old in 18 days, and I'm pretty excited. I was going to go to the Acropolis with two guy friends on the midnight of my birthday, but one of them can't make it, so that has to wait for a few months. Sunday night, the night of the day of my birthday, I'm going out with a bunch of friends. I don't know where to yet, though. But there will be alchohol involved.

I just lost a lot of steam really quickly. Hm. I have nothing else to say at the moment, really. I'll get back to you. Ta ta.

Breakin' it up, yo!

Spring Break is well under-way. We're in Idaho now, and on our way to Canada tomorrow afternoon. Then we'll be there for a few days, then back to Washington on Thursday. I'm having an absolute blast, so I'll have to let you know all about it when I get back to Portland. Gotta go now though, we're going to watch a movie. Bleh, I'm exhausted!!

It's a nice day

I wish I could go enjoy it. Spring officially starts in two days. I'd like to go hiking. Paul and I just made tentative plans to go up to Eagle Creek the first weekend we're back in school. We'll probably try to get Ryan and April to go with us.

My ten page paper is nearly done, go me! Two weeks late. Haha... Oh well. I'll probably buy some more hair dye to reward myself once it's done. Ryan got a cake for finishing his...

We went to lunch this afternoon with Athena and Roy, Paul's sister and her boyfriend. It was a place called Sweet Tomatos, a salad buffet. Pretty good! Not too spendy, nice and light, free ice cream for dessert. And Ryan invited us to go out for dessert. We might go, don't know yet though. It depends on if I finish my paper or not, or at least get much closer to being done.

Paul and I just got back from a nice little walk around the neighborhood. I missed the nice weather, it's good to have it back.

Behind the Wheel

My little girl
Drive anywhere
Do what you want
I don't care
Tonight
I'm in the hands of fate
I hand myself
Over on a plate
Now

Oh little girl
There are times when I feel
I'd rather not be
The one behind the wheel
Come
Pull my strings
Watch me move
I'd do anything
Please

Sweet little girl
I prefer
You behind the wheel
And me the passenger
Drive
I'm yours to keep
Do what you want
I'm going cheap
Tonight

You're behind the wheel tonight

Fresh Air?

I've been staring at my computer's desktop for the past, oh, fifteen minutes. With my fingers just sitting on the keys, me waaay slumped in my chair (my butt's on the edge), and with what I'm pretty sure is a very crazed look on my face.

I've been inside all day, home alone, with mostly just the internet to keep me company. I only have a few sites I visit regularly, and after going to each of them so many times I memorize the latest content, I start to get a little bit bored. Paul's been gone since 3 today. He went to the school to turn in our assignments, then went to take Meggan and Daniel to Fry's Electronics, in Wilsonville. I called about twenty minutes ago, and they were just getting back. Which probably means I'll be home alone for about another hour.

I had an open-faced tuna melt sandwich earlier, with pretty much rotten bread, tuna that's been sitting in the fridge for a while, and cheese that's most likely okay. I thought about taking a bath, but the thought of stewing in hot water doesn't seem like a good idea right now.

It's really dark in here.

I wanna watch Arrested Development, or Crybaby, or something, but then it seems like I'll feel even less productive than I already do, if that's possible. I'm listening to Damien Rice at the moment, and, while I think it's good music sometimes, other times it is just NOT what you need. But then I try to put on upbeat music, and I just feel like the music is mocking me. Hmm, I just turned the music off, and I think that may be the worst idea I've had yet. I'll put on The Postal Service. There, we'll see how that goes.

I just spaced all those thoughts into paragraphs... aparently I feel too apathetic right now to space my thoughts as I go. Or perhaps they're all just running together anyway. That's probably it.

I think I'm in a strange mood. Is it obvious? It is to me, but that's just me.

Someone... pleeeease talk to me.

That's something that's been on my mind, lately. I don't think I'm a very good friend. I've been neglecting pretty much everyone, more and more. First it was just the people I've moved away from, but I still had friends up here I hung out with regularly. But recently, as in the past few months, probably since Fall, I haven't even been talking to the friends I have up here very often. Which leads to me not getting invited to things, not getting asked for help in times of need, and pretty much just me feeling crappy about the way I treat people. (The Postal Service is turning out to be a good choice). I blame it on school, and me not having time to hang out with anyone, but that's only half-true. What about days like today? I haven't done any homework, and I probably could have gone into Portland to see someone, or at least I could have called a friend to see how he or she was doing. I barely even leave myspace comments on friends' pages. Am I too lazy to upkeep my relationships? Gee, it would appear that way. Wow am I lame...

Kiss me, I have Irish in me somewhere...

Well, it's St. Patrick's Day, and one of my favorite holidays 'cause everywhere you look you see green. I love green! Unfortunately, I've been inside all day, and haven't even worn green 'cause I've just been wearing a blanket all day, and no one's even been around to pinch me as a consequence. :( Oh well. Better luck next year. I'm starving, in the meantime. I need to go find some food...

Life's just a series of moments

So last night, Paul and I had an awesome, thought-provoking, interesting, problem-solving, involved, and heartfelt three-hour conversation. We haven't done that in such a long time. Seriously, it's been months and months. We were up 'till 3 in the morning, just talking. Afterwards I felt so good, about Paul, about myself, about our relationship, about school, about my life, about Paul's life, and about our relationship. Even today, I still feel the same way. It was good, in 'good's' purest form. It was a moment.

Note to self:

Slow Paul down.

Did you see the words?

"Do you two have any classes not together?"
"Hah, I never see one of you without the other!"
"I wouldn't feel the world was right without you two together!"

So, Paul and I have each noticed (separately) that a LOT of people have been making these sorts of comments lately. A lot. Just recently. It's really weird, actually. I mean really, I'd spend more time away from him if I could. Same goes for him. But we're both always home, with nowhere to go. I can't move back into my apartment because I really can't handle it anymore. I've gotten used to living so much more quietly. Besides, I like living with Paul. Or, we're at school, where we have a bunch of classes together because we're at the same point in our program, and we need to take the same classes. We honestly don't plan on taking a billion classes together. It would be nice if we had more apart, actually.

Don't get me wrong here though. We really don't mind being around each other all the time. Well, we do bicker a bit more than we used to (not to be confused with our play-fighting)... But anyway, we really don't want to be that couple you know as the sickly-sweet, lovey-dovey, never-separated pair. So I'm sure you know we've booted the sickly-sweet and lovey-dovey parts, but it's not easy to get very much alone-time.

To sum up: we like being around each other, don't mind doing things independent of each other.

Now that that's off my chest, I'll tell you about my night. The day was pretty un-eventful. Got up about noon-ish, ate breakfast (I made omelets, which turned out fantastically), had an Afternoon Delight, and then Ryan got ahold of me and invited us to a BBQ. So we took showers and went to that.

We didn't know anyone there besides Ryan and April, but we still had a good time. There was good food (yum, Thank You, by the way), a fun bunch of people, and Scene It! the boardgame. Oh, and someone brought Chinese yo-yo's, bubble necklaces, and rainbow-colored-feather Indian headdresses (the sort of things you might find in the Dollar Tree, but it wasn't from the Dollar Tree, to be clear). It was fun. Then everyone left, and we somehow ended up being the last ones hanging around. So, Ryan got a crazy idea to go to Backspace and shoot some pool, since it was open 'till two (it was now 11). April was pretty sleepy, and has a cold, so she didn't really want to go. I wasn't terribly excited about going either, actually. And Paul said he was tired, but he thought it sounded like fun. Then April said she'd go if everyone else wanted to go... So of course I said I wanted to go. I felt bad 'cause we were keeping her from rest, but we've also never played pool with her. I saw it as another opportunity to hang out with and get to know her a little bit better.

So anyway, we ended up driving to Backspace. As any situation is, when two cars of people who know each other are trying to get to the same destination, it was a race. If Naito Parkway wasn't closed we totally would have won. And since it's Saturday night, there was absolutely NO parking. So we drove around for about ten minutes, parked, walked to Backspace, and played some POOL!!! WOOOOO!

I was doing a pretty good job tonight. I hit a bunch of shots in that I could have easily missed. I even cleared the table of our balls, down to one, by strategically planning my shots to line up for the next shot. I was pretty proud of myself. We played three games. Okay, so here's why it totally sucked. The first game, I was paired with Paul. We were doing alright, about tied with April and Ryan. Then, three times in a row, I had to save us from knocking the 8 ball in before our last ball. The third time, I failed. Ryan and April win by default. :(

Next game, I'm paired with Ryan. This is the game where I was pretty much wow-ing everyone with all the consecutive and precise shots I was making. Then, I go for a bank shot... The cue ball bounces around, the 8 ball comes from no where, and the cue knocks the 8 straight into the pocket. LAAAMMMEEE!! Ugh, I pretty much died. Paul and April win by default.

Third game. Last game. I'm paired with April. This is the game where I caught us up to Paul and Ryan by clearing the table but for one of our balls by strategy. Woo, go me! Then, just the 8 is left on the table. Both teams are chasing it around, shot-by-shot. And Ryan scratches. April and I win by default.

Talk about dissatisfying game play. It was a good night, though! Now I'm gonna watch some Arrested Development and go to bed. Good night!