Tuesday, Third Week
"Meat can measure atom-scale vibrations." - David Grier, 9/29
That should be the last of the quotes from Truly Spicy Chicken. I'll get the rest of the poetry from there up sometime, too. On that note, I think I'm done with the reformatting. Now I just have the stuff that I've been putting off since I dropped the original 'Smallhouse' theme, like chaining this journal, putting up essays and the like, and, um.... actually, I've already redone the 'guestbook', and I'm quite proud of it. Go, check it out. And, yeah, that square with the hole in it.... I have plans. I'm not going to bring them up just yet, though. For now, I think I'm going to update the links page with more/different webcomics. I'll post agian after I'm done because I need to rave about Kill Bill and muse about girls.
Thursday, Second Week
"Do you see my shoes?" - Gwyneth Paltrow, 10/8
'Cause, yeah, I saw her. Could've reached out and molested her any of twenty-some times. Could've molested Jake G., too. I was that close to 'stars'. No Anthony Hopkins, though. What a shame, since he'd be the one I'd remotely care about. I was just there for the outrageous sum of money the give to extras. Look for me in the funeral scene; I should be visible a couple times at least.
So, I downloaded Trillian. It's really creeping me out, because it keeps making funny noises, and I don't know why. So creepy.
Yeah, and I've gotten more work done. At this point, the 'guestbook' is done, so everyone can go ahead and click that circle-thing icon. Obviously, I've formatted this page. Also, work has been done on the links page, so go ahead and click that arrow, though I'm still not done. But everything should, at present, be 'useable'.
Coui aye, there's a lot of 'quotation marks' in this post.
Tuesday, Second Week
"Then I grew up and life got sad." - David Grier, 9/29
I should go to bed soon. Even though it's about two hours before my usual bedtime, I'm not tired, and my early-to-bed roommate isn't even getting ready yet. It's just that I'm getting up at five or so, because.... Dude! I'm gonna be in a movie! Rock!
Work continues on the site. See that frontpage? Oh, yeah. The rest of the site will be somewhat like that in style, and I'll do it as I feel like it. I'll probably overhaul this page next (since it really needs it), but who knows what'll come after that. Maybe the links page? Maybe the 'guestbook'? It probably won't be the poetry, I can say raight now.
When I walk into my room after it's been closed up for a while, I invariably am struck with the thought, "Man! My room smells so darn French!"
Monday, Second Week
"I only have one kidney, and I don't know which one." - Drew, 6/15
Despite numerous troubles, I seem to have finally regained access to my own website. Fwee. Expect a lot of summer entries (well, not a lot, but some) to appear between this post and the one from finals week. Also, I've successfully redesigned the site. Who would've guessed? I still remain, however, a computer science concentrator who can't type. *sigh*
Tuesday, First Week, Fall Quarter
"Go and enjoy some local music that's been brought in, as well as some music from abroad that's from South Dakota." - KAUR DJ, 7/31
Today was a very beautiful day. The weather was beautiful, but that is, as always, secondary. The day just happened to have the perfect blend of struggle, placidity, and unexpected happenings needed to form an exceedingly beautiful day.
I ran someone into someone on my bike. It wasn't, for the most part, my fault; he just happened to have been pushed in front of me. A girl did it. I blame womankind. Ah, sweet, sweet misogyny.
I also was handed a ticket to an advance showing of School of Rock; so I went. It was enjoyable. I left DOC thinking one thing: 'I hope my bike wasn't stolen.' Then I realized that I wasn't wearing any underpants. Riding a bike commando is an interesting feeling.
I'd left a load of laundry in the dryer. I'd left my laundry bag in the computer lab. Neither were stolen.
Now that I've recorded the more striking events of this exceedingly beautiful day, I must attend to my Latin. Ta!
Saturday, Fourth Week back
"Oh, I'm smart; just not in the ways of learning." - Drew, 07/07
This song is cheering me up. ("I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams"by Weezer, covered by Men In Drag) I suppose that's a good thing, since I'm having one of those nights where I regret living past my twentieth birthday. Not even half a week goes by where I don't feel like that, wishing.... not that I died, because I put very little stock in that; not wishing I was dead, because I never plan to be so; not even really wishing that I'd just failed to live, because that's a horrible thing to wish; maybe just wishing.... just wishing I was done with this beautiul sham called Life, and on to that better, inestimably better life after it. But I have other things I need to write about.
I really can't see anyone caring much about what I write here. I'm fairly sure nobody reads this often at all, even those who used to sometimes: Z, Amanda, Hannah, Jacee even. I guess Erin reads it. Good for her. Apparantly my extended family has found it; better watch my mouth, neh? So, if you don't care, that's fine. I amuse myself plenty.
Wow, two depressing paragraphs in a row. Good thing they're only pseudo-depressing. Anyway, on Thursday, went with Lisa to the The Way show at the Underground. It was great. I was disappointed that they didn't play "Hard to Believe", but they had some awesome new stuff that picked up the slack. The headlining band, The Swift, was also bomb; some of their songs are still in my head. They also had a song that was addressed to me - "Moshing Machine". It's hilarious, moreso because it's somewhat of a slower, mellower song. Afterwards, she abducted me and we watched Chasing Amy, because it was the only one I haven't seen. After a while, Toby, her boyfriend, came over and hung out. He's a good guy; I'm happy for her. It's easy to see that he's a little.... jealous isn't the word, but he's a little possesive of her around me. It's a decent reaction, but I think we both know he's got nothing to worry about.
....Anyway, Chasing Amy. Man, that is an awesome movie. I almost want to watch it again yet this weekend. Go and see it, but not around your parents, kids, siblings, or anyone else easily affected negatively by what they watch/see you watching. It's got 'touchy' subject matter, and some very choice language, if you follow. I don't really care; I've heard worse. To me, it seems like an extremely Romantic story, capital R. No swordfights or pirates, true, but still a great movie. Hey, if I can have Life is Beautiful as one of my favorite movies, why not this one?
On that note, I want to see Pirates of the Carribean; it's intriguing, as all pirate movies are. Like Jonah. Yeah, the VeggieTales one. I want to see that.
I started training at Denny's on Wednesday, and I'm started at Homewood Suites (by Hilton) on Monday; server and housekeeping, respectively. Denny's isn't bad. In fact, it's fun, if tiring. I get a bit distracted sometimes, though; today I played with the kids' toys for about half an hour. (I was upfront, training in Hosting. Everyone else says Hostressing, but.... yeah.) Also, there's girls, or rather, young women. Well, some of them are girls. It's not some big thing, because I really don't care about that -during the day, anyway. Obviously, I get moody at night. But some of the other employees are kind of cute. Penny, for example. Cute like buttons. Everytime I hear her name, I think of Penny from Inspector Gadget. She actually looks rather like that, but grown up. Jill, my fellow trainee, is very pretty, but four years older than me.
Sidenode: Yesterday, while at work, I found a wowan significantly older than myself beautiful, for the first time in my life that I can recall. I can't even say what it was. Her age was obvious, but.... she wasn't beautiful despite that, she was beautiful through it. Made me think that maybe there still are things to look forward to.
And there's Emily. Now, 'Emily' is already an attractive name, but this particular Emily, a hostess, is a little darker in complexion and has beautiful hair, but what struck me is her Eyes. It was all I could see the first few times I looked at her. They're just.... they're.... man, they're, like, Eyes. Most people have just eyes, but these.... these are Eyes. They're a shining (think spotlight now) pair of features that are too bright to be blue and too pale to be grey, if that's not too poetic to make sense. Today I was able to take in the rest of her, and she's definately cute. I think she was even in a dream I had last night; except in the dream she was a cousin of Nate Aldrich. She said to me, when we were alone in my grandmother's living room, that she found me charming. I answered, from my seat on the floor, that I thought she was terribly beautiful. But I learned today that she's probably too young for me. Maybe I should stop assuming things like that, though I think that was probably an accurate estimation in this case.
Describing Emily's eyes was one of my main reasons for posting. That done, there's also a manager there, named Erin, who I wouldn't have found beautiful a couple years ago. She looks terribly like Amanda. Incidentally, my/my family's invitation to Amanda's weddin in August just came in the mail. I saw it today. It's cute. I think my dad expected some big reaction, but I already knew after all. It's not that I don't care, because I'm happy for her as a friend. But I guess I'm not a terrible good friend to Amanda, since I tend to keep my feelings about her repressed. I dont know if I've ever mentioned it, but I was still in love with her when she broke up. I don't think I am know; I try to not be. That's horrible, but it's just like what I remember her saying as it happened: Love hurts too much.
I am now trying to be nicer to Drew. It's not easy. Good things he's leaving for a week.
Wednesday, Third Week of Summer Break
"Here in America we say 'Older than I'." - John Peca-Medlin, aka Bolivia, 6/11
Back for this long, still not able to find a job. And this time, I've actually been looking. Argh.... dunno why I'm posting. Not like anythings happened. Caitlin, Caitlin Cummins, she's going to Southwest State next fall, where Matt, Evil Paul, and Gwen Parmeter go. Yeah. So.
I'm going to bed.
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