it's 610, we're leaving this lil town in an hour or less hopefully. i don't want to fully wake up, just be up enough to walk out to the van and pass out again. i'll be back in denver tomorrow afternoon. after new years, i plan to sleep most of the days away. then anthony (anthony? ANTHONY!) gets here on the 6th. yay. catch yaal later

another week down in my winter break. tennessee is fun although i haven't seen the sun for a few days. i couldn't live here, i need my 300 days of sunshine. spaghetti dinner at gramma's in 10 minutes, i'm makin this post real short but maybe i'll get back on later. i'll be back saturday ma n i am so excited. i miss buff buses and avacados and home movies and fun.

meow

there are four cats in this house. two of them have taken up residency in my bed. and they have positioned themselves so that i'll have to move the both of them just to lay down, and thus encouraging them to sleep on my face. and one of them, when it wants to be petted on his chin, puts his paw on your face. i find this action threatening but instead of moving him, i'm supposed to reward him? i think this is mostly because they have an affinity for the blanket i'm using. i wish ihad a cat in my apt at boulder. they're so weird and peculiar but i bet they make perfect sense to themselves and that reminds me of me.

tennessee

happy christmas/solstice/hannuka(spelling?) to everyone. the days are longer which makes it seem like january 6 is that much farther away. i'm in clarksville, TN until the 30 and hopefully i'll be back in denver then boulder for lobster w/ben by the 31 eve. internet access is superlimited but i post when i can. i'm trying to be social since my mom's sister is letting me sleep on their couchbed and all. my cousins are fun and they probably think i'm on drugs although they may not know for sure a stoner when they see one. it's an awkward conversation to start w/family so i just don't. anyway, my aunt made applesauce cookies so i must go now.
i got nothing really yet for christmas cuz we aren't opening presents until i get back. what did everyone else get though?

i just found out all my grades. i didn't wanna look. but you know how it is, the more grusome it is, the more you just can't tear your eyes away. but now that i know, i no longer care. i'm dropping the art major anyway and i might just take a japanese minor. it's great how i can brush away these craptastic grades.

blogosaur and crystal and i painted a mural on this retarded kid's wall today. the back story goes something like -he was abused as a child, a list of mental issues, his roommate (also retarded) died and he flipped out. off and ripped all the wall paper off, along with some of the wood panelling and the curtains. there is no furniture except a few mattresses because he dismantles it. and lately, because of suppositories, he craps a whole lot and wipes it on walls. and we get to paint his room in an effort to help calm him down. fun? yes!

so we started with trees. trees everywhere, every stick of wood left was turned into leafy happiness. and then we wanted a lake on one wall. so a side view of a lake went up, but with every fresh layer of blue, another layer of wallpaper came off. eventually we reached the original layer with lots of weird cats and lions and such, which was awesome. i really liked the animals as is, but since they were underwater, they had to be adapted. he'd freak out enough seeing weird creatures underwater, but without fins or anything? that just wouldn't do. and so, the cheshire catfish, lionfish and hippopoctopus were born.

in other news, i look arond my room and i see that it wouldn't take a whole lot to clean it up nice. if only i could accomplish that without getting out of this chair. i know that once i muster the juice to get up, the only place i'll go is bed. i got up at 7:40am and passed out in blogosaur's hammock around 19:45. woke up around 2030 to this japanese dude using a loop machine to sing nirvana's 'teen spirit' acapello all by himself. there was a lot of funny sounds involved.

i want to do something and man do i wish i knew what it was.

all i know is the roadtrip to tennessee with my family is going to suck w/o either sedatives or a music player.

what was the point again?

today i gave a friend of a friend of mine a ride to work. it wasn't far or anything, i didn't mind at all. maybe a half gallon of gas? i don't mind. for some reason, giving rides to people brings me joy beyond what you'd imagine. i just loving doing such a simple thing that makes everyone's lives a lil easier.

when i was in high school, most of my friends' families barely had one working car so if we wanted to hang out, i would have to either ride the bus or get rides from my parents. i never was afraid of public transportation but my parents were, so riding buses in the late afternoon was always out of the question. also, it seemed that everytime i wanted to hang out somewhere and get a ride, there were a million other things to be done that day so it just wouldn't happen. i think i went to something like 3 or 4 parties in my entire high school career. maybe 3 people saw the inside of my house, because i was nuts enough to think they'd let me stay out in evenings. (not even nights really). but if somebody wanted to come over, it was a serious process of negotiation, cleaning, more negotiation, arguing and reasoning and all this shit, for about a month before hand. for this reason, only my closest friends were worth the hassle. when i got to know the school bus drivers, and they would drive me all the way to my front door, i became evergrateful. until the buses would stop in front of my house, my parents didn't truly believe it took 2 hours to take the school bus home. now they couldn't argue at all, and that was amazing.

even for my first two years of college, when they hadn't given me the spare car yet ( they had 3), if i came home i had to talk rides out of people. thankfully by this point everone but me had transportation. people didn't mind so much picking me up then. but i hated asking for rides, i felt horrible. and this is my little thought process on why i love giving rides to people. and maybe part of my fun at work? just made that connection.

so anyway, the point of this is the girl made me a latte on the house. and she did this real cool design with the foam, and i didn't wanna know how she did it. i just wanted to look at it and be in awe cuz it's real pretty. i'd never seen one in person. so here it is:

today i gave a friend of a friend of mine a ride to work. it wasn't far or anything, i didn't mind at all. maybe a half gallon of gas? i don't mind. for some reason, giving rides to people brings me joy beyond what you'd imagine. i just loving doing such a simple thing that makes everyone's lives a lil easier.

when i was in high school, most of my friends' families barely had one working car so if we wanted to hang out, i would have to either ride the bus or get rides from my parents. i never was afraid of public transportation but my parents were, so riding buses in the late afternoon was always out of the question. also, it seemed that everytime i wanted to hang out somewhere and get a ride, there were a million other things to be done that day

one final down and three to go. i have my art history exam at 130 today which means i need to do everything but study right now. i woke up at 9am this morning to the phone ringing and w/o even getting out of bed, i knew who it was. ava, the secretary at my work calling to try and talk me into working when i've already told them i'm unavailable until wednesday. i couldn't go back to sleep because i had a headache, so i moped around my apt for a little while. checked my mail - apparently anthony got hit up by his captain's kid for magazine subscriptions. and what does he do? send them all to me. now i've got modern bride and a scuba diving (?) mag sitting here. i have no scuba diving inclinations at all, but maybe blogosaur does so i'll probably give it to her. we could start trading nakey girl mags for scuba mags since i know they don't really match our respective personalities so much. at least, i don't think so.

i saw narnia w/her and crystal and ben the other night, and some other friends. it was fun and i laughed at all the wrong moments. for those who don't know, the book had serious christian undertones, so the movie does jus it felt a lot more blatant. and all i could think of was the super friends episode of south park, season five. with jesus trying to outdo david blaine's miracles but man he sucks. really crappy slight of hand, where he goes, 'ok turn around. t t turn around?' until everyone does. then he busts a glass of wine instead of water and is all, yea dude i rock.
so aslan does that in the movie. this doesn't sound very funny and that might be because i lost an entire brand new phatty sack during the movie... but trust that at the time, we were laughing so much that people behind us wanted us silenced. and lucy's face really really bothered me. the only kid who didn't come off as bratty and snivelly was peter, who just had a sci fi fiend going, so that everytime he pulled his sword out, he just pointed it straight out and waited for cool shit to happen. made me giggle, really.

anthony is back in three days! yay. nobody else cares really but it has to be said.

after the movie, we all came to my place, where it was decided that i would drive the bus around while wearing a pirate hat and listening to the music from 'pirates of the caribbean'. i'm wearing my pirate hat right now. and it is indeed awesome. my favorite quote was 'if you want to stop at kittredge, you'll have to parlay', but you gotta say it w/a piratey accent. thanks to ben for that one.

and why is it nobody takes an interest in you until you're with somebody else. it's frustrating. where were all of these people a few months ago when i was all kinds of single? and it's not fair to be mad at me for timing that is out of my hands.

christmas is fast approaching - who's up for a gift exchange type set up or maybe some kind of white elephanty thing?

and this is a cool little blurb.

wednesday, a guy signed into my bf's messengers and wreaked havoc. he had me convinced, against all the obvious flags, that he was a/my bf, and that b/he had banged a stripper the night before and no longer wanted to marry me. i believed this for about 2 hours, most of that spent looking for reasons not to. it was just too bizarre to be happening, too goddamned crazy. but thankfully, blogosaur came to visit and brought tidings of oatmeal and chai tea.

except by oatmeal i meant cement. when she was making it, she thought it looked soupy and even though it hadn't even cooled and thickened, she thought a few more packets of oatmeal would do the trick. so what i had was an oatmeal brick in a thermos. it was seriously the consistency of paste. hodge podge or something. i wanted to spackle paper onto the bus just to see if it would hold. but it was good, and i was glad to have company, someone to talk to. good oatmeal, just real hearty.

later we found cheezwhiz in my car and made igloos with goldfish and cheeze mortar. this is what life is about.

thursday was uneventful except for when i ran into alex! auxiliary best friend of preston. i was happiness to spend time w/him and check out his apt and all that kinda social stuff.

last night i was absolutely content to be cruising around in a 35' bus. bumpin' jams, talkin' to kids and having a good time. took a flock of girls in skirts and uggs up to the hill, where my windshield fogged up cuz they wouldn't stop breathing. so i had matt looking out the passenger side windshield to make sure i didn't crunch anything. the snow was beautiful, everyone was so happy to see it finally. in case you don't know, the snow has been skipping boulder, only leaving icy winds behind in it's place.

as much as i want this semester to be over, i'm really enjoying it these days