this imploding heart

strange how the ears ring

Today was my third day of classes. Biology for the Unscience-ey Type 101, followed by Interpersonal Communications (chat with your neighbor hour) 165. These should both be easy. Know what I'm worried about?

History of American Pop Music.

No kidding, it's going to be a fucking backbreaker, (3 full length research papers and a week-long multi-media group presentation. GO!) but I can already tell that I'm going to glean an incredible amount of extremely useful and interesting information.

I think the TPT has been good for me. It's easier to introduce myself and make conversation with fellow classmates for once. This also has the fantastic side effect of helping me avoid talking to who I usually end up talking to: Crazy Ass People.

Community College has CAP coming out of it's ears. And as many of you know, crazy people LOVE me.

55 year old woman who lives in the woods on bainbridge island, has a name that no one can pronounce, interprets objects into crazy-ass animal noises and is weighted to the floor with healing crystals? LOVES ME. We've barely had a 3 minute conversation and she constantly turns around to smile at me for way, way too long.

And remember the Deaf Math Guy? I was trying so hard to be sensitive to the deaf, but see? Even Crazy Deaf People love me.

So it's really nice to be chatting up the bassist of the Amazombies, the sushi waitress with the huge blue glass flames coming out of her jumbo gauged ears, and the guy who taught the teacher the meaning of 'Hella Brittle' and wrote it up on the board for her, for a change. You know. Normal People.

I will try my best to be around, lovepants, but I've got something like 3 hours of reading a night to knock out. If you see me having anyfun, ask me why I'm not at home reading till my eyes catch fire, or at TPT making American Dollars for the loan man.

you're beautiful and you're mine

Today is Cake's birthday. We are spending the morning watching the New hurricane re-flood the Big Easy. Cake loves the news. He could watch water pour over the breach all day.

Have at it, birthday boy.

School starts on Monday. While I'm not looking forward to the early morning start time, I am looking forward to the distraction. Low temperatures and a lean wallet make for a lot of time spent at home. A lot of time spent drinking coffee, staring vacantly out the window, and hula hooping. Sometimes all at the same time.

playin KISS covers, beautiful and stoned

So school starts again in a week, and -try as I might- I can't get my good-ole hyper enthusiasm on. Perhaps it's because I've been on auto-mellow for the last four months, and nothing short of natural beauty or natural disaster can excite me.*
All my fall clothes and shoes money is being sent to the student loan man, and the interest gets smaller every month. I'm dead set on beating the system, even if I have to wear these damn slingbacks till they break in half at an inconvenient moment.

I think I'm going to be a history major! Whaddya think of that?

*(Except for Hugo Chavez being on Nightline. I was really excited about that.)

cast out

I caught half of 2 salmon! Meaning that my lovely old dad hooked them, then I reeled them in and put them on my limits card. While I really would have preferred to snag them myself, the chances of that happening were kind of slim. Like the old man says: "Hats and boots do not a cowboy make." That shit takes practice.

down to the river

Wish me fishes, because here I go.

turn the windows down as this is guiding you home

Boys who like girls

My camp vassar boys are poster of the week! I'm sporting the T-shirt before it gets too wildly popular. Check their shit out!

Behind the Daylight

App and Josh called from Wales last night, and it was great to talk to them. It was far from my first international telephone call, of course. (I worked on the phone for 5 years, so...obviously.) But it was my first PERSONAL international call --with people I CARED ABOUT-- so I giggled like a grandmother at the technology. I can't explain why it was different, except that it was great to feel that they weren't so far away for a second.

I'm looking forward to bottle-shaped bruises when I visit.

Very Emergency

I'm calling it right now. New Orleans = New Atlantis. You can't pump out the freaking sea.

The world is changing, and I'm losing sleep over big issues I can't change. It's kind of exciting, really. The gas is going to run out and we're vulnerable as a country because we're at war and dealing with natural disaster at home. I think Cake put it best when he said "I just can't wait to see it all go down"

In other news: Everyone, I mean EVERYONE is getting hitched and makin babies right now. I don't think this water is safe to drink.