tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56064842011-04-21T11:48:39.444-07:00Saucy fiendScreenplay for whimsical chaos and thoughtful investigationstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comBlogger971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1131155582462440032005-11-04T17:41:00.000-08:002005-11-04T17:53:02.473-08:00I thought I had paid my debts to society by paying my overdue fines at the Multnomah county libraryMy life is finally all falling into place, and you know what that means for me- time to think about moving on. I'm not sure why I always feel this bruning desire to change everything just as soon as I start to get somfortable with things. I guess I like the adventure, but I alwsy stick around long staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1125003290499541292005-08-25T13:54:00.000-07:002005-08-25T13:54:50.506-07:00and i saw momentarily, they flashed a photograph it couldn't be youI want to get really tiny. I want to grow smaller and smaller so that I just take up a little corner of my bed and no one can see me. I want to blend into the carpet and feel slightly rough and knobby like my tan living room floor. I want to take a bath and feel my skin dissolving into little bubbles and float along the rim with staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1124131066515535182005-08-15T11:36:00.000-07:002005-08-15T13:29:48.916-07:00Your name is Sex in my RolodexThis weekend I somehow agreed to be on the Portland Chapter Committee for the Gonzaga Alumni Association. Going to the event was a lot like being back at GU. People were preppy dressy and some people even had bulldog polos on. It was like some weird blast from the past. "I graduated back in '98. Is 814 Indiana still a big party house? Who was your landlord?" Kind of staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1123525760448990522005-08-08T11:28:00.000-07:002005-08-08T11:32:44.793-07:00Trix aren't just for kids, I love your wicked ways.I'm in the middle of crushy bliss. I think summer time makes people feel reaffirmed. Goals seem within reach, and it always seems like a good time for a life overhaul. I started running and I've been dancing all the time. I've been taking naps in the park and reading on the porch (which I decorated with potted plants and wind chimes and fake staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1120172044099401272005-06-30T15:53:00.000-07:002005-06-30T15:54:04.103-07:00It's a small world after allI have found the job of my dreams. This is my second week at AFS Intercultural Programs, where I am a community development specialist in charge of finding homes for international exchange students in Kansas. I’ve made tons of calls to little towns like Olathe and Leawood, and may I just say that Kansans are so nice! The rudest call I’ve dealt with is a person who saidstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1117933699405031792005-06-04T17:55:00.000-07:002005-06-04T18:08:19.413-07:00Spring-load your eyeleashes, throw glitter on your stockingsSo much has happened. Allow me to list:1. I quit my horrid job. On my last day I made a large poster on Home Depot-issued orange discount tagboard that said "FUCK THE HOME DEPOT" and had my co-worker take pictures of me beaming and holding it high above my head in front of "Washington's Home Improvement Warehouse." They say, you can do staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1113107914170954432005-04-09T21:27:00.000-07:002005-04-09T21:38:34.170-07:00Where whisky drowns and beer chases my blues awayI just spent a thrilling 5 days in Wyoming and Nebraska. Flat country, severe winds, dust storms, and vast brown wasteland. Maybe I shouldn't be so harsh. I DID see a friend's ranch in Cheyenne while I was there. She gave me a talking tour over the phone as I walked around and explored the barn and the creek by the cabin adjacent to her beautiful staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1111490609047809332005-03-22T03:06:00.000-08:002005-03-22T03:27:52.756-08:00You were so poorly cast as a malcontentThis weekend I attended my first meeting of my Functioning Drunkards group. Held in bars on my street, this is a group for neighbors who hate their jobs and like to get drunk and bitch about said jobs. I met some awesome people, and definitely fulfilled the intoxication requirement. Much was complained about, and it was so refreshing to know that there are staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1110708039948244032005-03-13T01:41:00.000-08:002005-03-13T02:00:39.950-08:00They can see in our eyes that we’ve already won the sweepstakes prizeThis week a man came to my house and spent 5 hours in his denim-on-denim, orange reflector vest and protective yet prescription eyewear installing wireless internet on my laptop. 5 hours you ask? Can this possibly be true? Perhaps I should have also mentioned that this man said phrases like “shucksies” when things didn’t go wellstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1105948810202936492005-01-16T23:58:00.000-08:002005-01-17T00:00:10.203-08:00 It’s 16 miles to the promised land, and I promise you I’m doing the best I can. Well, it’s off to Salt Lake City for the week. I spent last week in Fort Collins, which was a really cute college town with lots to do and see. Next on the agenda is Colorado Springs, and then hopefully Oak Harbor for an extended stay. I would still like a job where I’m in town more often, but at least my staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1104430910303731802004-12-30T09:44:00.000-08:002004-12-30T10:21:50.303-08:00Sometimes when you're on, you're really fuckin' on, and your friends they sing along, and they love you.
Every year on the second Saturday in December, no matter what, my family gathers at my aunt Laurie's house for a tradition we call Elf Night. When kids in the family are younger, they think that Elf Night is an actual holiday recognized nation wide, like Christmas or Halloween. Everyone staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1101637952244994272004-11-28T02:32:00.000-08:002004-11-28T02:32:32.243-08:00staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1101117310402994532004-11-22T01:47:00.000-08:002004-11-22T01:55:10.403-08:00We are vagabonds, we travel without seatbelts on, we live this close to death
I had quite a scare yesterday when I called the automated bank service to make sure my paycheck had gone through direct deposit.
"Hell-o. Y-ou have.... one-hundred... forty-seven..."
(I panic... ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS?? Without posting the exact amount of money in my checking account, this means I have lost a staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1100500429031877342004-11-14T22:08:00.000-08:002004-11-14T22:33:49.030-08:00I am nothing of a builder, but here I dreamt I was an architect. I built this balastrade to keep you whole, to keep you safe from the outside world.
Well, life has been hectic and blogger has been fussy, so here we are. In the last month my job has taken me all over Montana, to Eastern and Southern Oregon, north of Seattle and tomorrow to Denver. All this jet-setting has left little internet staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1096864205182717792004-10-03T21:04:00.001-07:002004-10-03T21:30:05.183-07:00I just tried to post and lost it all. I'm sorry, but way too tired (and now grumpy) to repost. Stay tuned, and I'm sorry.
staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1096864146401091112004-10-03T21:04:00.000-07:002004-10-03T21:29:06.400-07:00It's written in the stars, you're destined to be a rock and roll god
I have had a fabulous weekend. Cathy and Megan came into town so Cathy could run the Portland Marathon this morning. We woke up early and made a sign that said "We Love Cathy" and met her every 7 miles or so along the trail to cheer noisily and show our support. Either there isn't a whole lot to look at along the trail for 3.5 staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1093826785386750582004-08-29T17:21:00.000-07:002004-08-29T17:46:25.386-07:00I'm a scallywag, pinchin' purses is my bag.
Well, it's been awhile, but I have been busy leading a crazy life of travel and adventure. I moved to Portland about 3 weeks ago, and it has taken me in lovingly and smothered me with kisses. I have also started my job and had my first travel assignment to the exciting world of.... Aberdeen, Washington! Weel, not quite as exciting as I would have hopedstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1091242160960013542004-07-30T19:36:00.000-07:002004-07-30T19:49:20.960-07:00I like that, it's where the party's at.
Well, I know it has been a month, but things they've been a changin, and it's hard for me to keep up. How am I supposed to update you so you are kept up too? I'll attempt now...
I have been home from the cold north for a week now. At first it was difficult adjusting to driving a car and drinking caffeine and getting more than 5 hours of sleep a night. staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1088223750111447812004-06-25T20:55:00.000-07:002004-06-25T21:22:30.113-07:00You say you'll drive me away, fast on the cliffs, and we'll be in danger
Alaska Adventures: Part II. One of the most embarrassing things happened to me last night, but in order to relay the story, I need to give some background information.
1. Since all the roads around here are dirt, no one drives actual cars, but instead opts for three-wheelers and little Cushman carts that we refer to as staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1087785114259384772004-06-20T19:12:00.000-07:002004-06-20T19:31:54.260-07:00Looking out a dirty old window, I can see the cars in the city go rushing by
Well, I have survived Alaska: Week One. I have a new best friend (a Philippino woman who is determined to find me a husband and make me wear her lipstick), a severe appreciation for grocery stores, and a backache. the majority of my day today was spent painting our largest bunkhouse to try and make it look presentable. staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1087360709455499682004-06-15T21:29:00.000-07:002004-06-15T21:38:29.456-07:00All day long (all 16 hours of it) I have been thinking of fun tidbits to post about, and now that teh time has come where I can finally use the internet, I am too tired. Let's just say this about Alaska, shall we?
- There are a shitload of mosquitos.
- Last night I read in bed thinking I had plenty of time before I had to sleep since it was still light out. Look at my clock. Realize it's after staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1086832069929403622004-06-09T18:08:00.000-07:002004-06-09T18:47:49.930-07:00This is our emergency.
I just returned from one of the most embarrassing and nerve-frazzling experiences of my life, but you will have to wait to hear about it until after I update you about the past few days.
New York has been a whirlwind of sights, sounds, smells and experiences. In no particular order, there have been hours spent napping in the park and reading cheesy romance books, lots ofstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1086539453444551712004-06-06T09:12:00.000-07:002004-06-06T09:34:16.473-07:00Center of the universe.
Yesterday we went to Greenwich Village and hung out in Washington Square Park in the early afternoon. Why do so many cities across the world have victory arches? They look mostly the same, and it's very interesting that so many cities have these unknown victories with towers that have survived for hundreds of years in exactly the same style. I will have to investigate staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1086391416195654512004-06-04T16:06:00.000-07:002004-06-04T16:23:36.196-07:00What if the Delanceys come out swingin' will we hear them? NO!
So, I have spent an entire day here in the Big Apple, and it is fanTAStick! First of all, I sat behind Danny from teh Real World New Orleans on the flight over here, so I knew it was a trip destined for greatness. I sat next to a nice man named Michael who was concidentally going to Brooklyn like me, and only one subway stop away. staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1086141255312695102004-06-01T18:43:00.000-07:002004-06-01T18:54:15.313-07:00I shall call the pebble Dare, and we shall talk together about walking.
And when we both have had enough, I will take him from my shoe, saying meet your new road.
So, it's finally happened. I've moved out of Spokane. I was telling my brother yesterday something about my hair "never being this curly at home..." then I stopped myself. "Home" is no longer in Spokane. Where is it? Is it in Seattle staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1085162984225753712004-05-21T10:56:00.000-07:002004-05-21T11:09:44.226-07:00How can I ever save the world on Cup O Soup and student loans?
So, the inevitable has finally happened. The day we have all been waiting for. The day my adoring fans have been demanding for years. I am going to write a book. Laurie Notaro-style with a dash of David Sedaris, I am hoping to turn my amusing anecdotes into a disjointed yet narcissistic reflection of my life. I mean, who else is staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1084819056003075082004-05-17T11:29:00.000-07:002004-05-17T11:39:48.483-07:00Ooh-ah, ooh-ah come on Kitty, tell us about the boy from New York City
How appropriate that was the song playing as I pulled into work this morning. How has life been post-graduation you ask? What have I done with my newfound freedom? How did I spend my first week with a bachelor's degree? Well, let me tell you. I worked an insane amount of hours. I gathered boxes to move without actually staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1083526691960664462004-05-02T12:38:00.000-07:002004-05-02T12:41:20.966-07:00I been around the world and I-I-I, I seen my baby.
Well, yesterday was Around the World, an annual senior tradition of traveling from house to house drinking for six hours. This is the place where old animosities come to die, where that mistaken make-out you had at a party 3 years ago resurfaces, and where 500 seniors stumble around hugging and crying and laughing, eventually to pass out on the staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1083279327598424022004-04-29T15:55:00.000-07:002004-04-29T16:04:35.860-07:00It's a shocking bit of footage, viewed from a shitty TV screen
This Monday I was reminded with painful clarity why I am in college, why I am determined to do something meaningful with my life, and also reaffirmed my own elitism.
I had a date. A last minute, friend-of-a-friend-needs-someone-to-meet-his-cousin-for-drinks kind of date. I figured, what the hell, I'm game. Monday night and alcohol staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1082670187544092552004-04-22T14:43:00.000-07:002004-04-22T14:48:54.246-07:00Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours...
So, I just had my last science lab of my life today. This is the Human Ecology class where she treats us like we are in elementary school and we have these group projects on videos with worksheets straight from the text and we have to decorate posters on our experiments and present them to the class. Today we had a mock "scientific staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1082408308898828262004-04-19T13:58:00.000-07:002004-04-19T14:02:54.576-07:00I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life. She looked at me laughing, like boy your game is tight.
So, there was a little party at my place on Friday. The guest of honor was at his finest, answering only to the name Stevie B and giving us his opinions on everything from how he was "too young for this" ("this" being anything and everything at all), to exotic cars. After an hour passed out on the staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1082067279080639012004-04-15T15:14:00.000-07:002004-04-15T15:17:31.450-07:00I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates
What happened to my friend the sun? She must be tired today and doesn't want to come out and play... I'm having a hard enough time getting motivated to do things, and this rainy weather makes me want to shop and nap. I just don't have the money or the time. Oh, woe is me.
In other news, I'm getting a special weekend visit tomorrow from my infamous staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1081814068338735342004-04-12T16:54:00.000-07:002004-04-12T16:57:17.233-07:00There's no beginning to this story...
So, some productive force took over my body this weekend and caused me not only to scrub my apartment clean, but to organize everything in it. I alphabetized my CDs, got rid of a bunch of clothes and stuff I didn't want, and finally cleaned out the scary monster closet in my living room that has been haunting me for months. It is finally hitting me how real staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1081457681524502842004-04-08T13:54:00.000-07:002004-04-08T17:00:56.560-07:00We'll never grow old, the sun will expire in our embrace
I received this letter in the mail yesterday from the AARP:
Dear Mr. Lindsey S,
Our records show that you haven't yet registered for the benefits of AARP membership, even though you are fully eligible. You need only to return the form above. Your temporary membership card is attached. You will receive a permanent card and Membership staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1081214623982276452004-04-05T18:23:00.000-07:002004-04-05T18:29:34.890-07:00You said you'd be my dream, I could have you every night
So this week I went from having too many boys at once and having to cancel dates made for overlapping times on the same evening to not giving a shit anymore and forgetting about boys entirely. Well, maybe not forgetting per se, but I'm definitely not putting any effort into the whole shebang. That seems to have worked pretty well so far. Istaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1080542036600569502004-03-28T22:33:00.000-08:002004-03-28T22:36:30.983-08:00No more teachers, no more books.
Question time! I don't feel like being entertaining today, so here we go.
1) If you had the capability of erasing one person from your memory (a la "Endless Sunshine"), would you do it, and who would it be? Explain.
2) You can only listen to one album for the rest of your life. Choose wisely, my friends. It must be able to encompass all your future moods and staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1080431375783059172004-03-27T15:49:00.000-08:002004-03-27T15:52:08.670-08:00and a heart that will bring you red flowers
I received a great compliment last night that made me feel a lot better about this whole boy situation that's been happening lately. I was complaining that I have had so many wonderful beginnings in the past few months but no follow through, either because I get bored or I move on to someone else, or it just simply doesn't work out. Elizabeth told me staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1080347715480927152004-03-26T16:35:00.000-08:002004-03-26T16:37:47.590-08:00To days of inspiration, playing hooky, makin somethin out of nothin
Meghan and I have designated Fridays "festive fridays" and we now have a substantial cocktail hour every Friday before Senior Philosophy Seminar. Now I am drunk at work. Whoo-hoo! That is all.staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1079749165538266622004-03-19T18:19:00.000-08:002004-03-19T18:22:32.700-08:00I gave my last hope to you. Don't hand it back to me bitterblue.
I'm sorry, I'm SORRY! My will to live is waning, as is my will to blog. Why you may ask? Last week at this time I had no responsibilities, only to catch a ride from Salem to Portland in order to hang out at the Marriott on the river, drink insane amounts of Pabst, see old friends, make new friends, and dance the night away. What staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1078868601745212012004-03-09T13:20:00.000-08:002004-03-09T13:45:36.843-08:00And if you want to be me, be me, and if you want to be you be you.
You know that invincibly cool feeling you get when you're on vacation? Yeah, I'm pretty much drunk on that this week. The Oregon fun continues hardcore.
One of Jill's neighbors is putting on this concert tonight celebrating female composers and performers. People are going to be doing covers of songs written, produced and staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1078690798648696642004-03-07T12:12:00.000-08:002004-03-07T12:22:11.903-08:00So peaceful until you ring that bell
Not.. enough time... to.. post.. must have... more..Oregon... fun. Here's the skinny so far:
-Drinks at the Kennedy school, an old elementary school turned bar.
-Made t-shirts in the Beaverton mall with the mean Asian man I have waited almost 2 yars to meet. He lived up to every intimidating expectation, but gave Kelsey the perfect "pirate's life for me" staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1078210106489136022004-03-01T22:48:00.000-08:002004-03-01T22:50:33.716-08:00For me this town's already dead and empty.
Sometimes I think that I will hate you forever. I will hate you most of all for days like these. These are the days I have a stressful midterm and my boss doesn't pay me on time again so I bounce checks and then have to go to my volunteer job for three hours instead of writing a paper. These are the days I cry in frustration and anger. You make the staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1078111914199687162004-02-29T19:31:00.000-08:002004-02-29T19:34:00.513-08:00Someday you will find me caught beneath a landslide, in a champagne supernova in the sky
I was drinking a few beers with Petey last night in my apartment. We were bullshitting, listening to music, waiting for Elizabeth to come over. It was a chill night. Knock on the door. I get up and open it without looking through the peep hole since I assume it's Elizabeth. What I find, however is definitelystaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1078015359816424452004-02-28T16:42:00.000-08:002004-02-28T16:44:45.030-08:00Oh my god! That turned out to be a HUGE undertaking just to change the border on the left. I ended up doing it the really hard way. Oh well, at least nothing was lost, and I did it at work, so I got paid for it. All's well that ends well.staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1077997268725461232004-02-28T11:41:00.000-08:002004-02-28T11:43:13.590-08:00Nobody loves me, it's true. Not like you do.
So, it's finally happened. My rapidly expanding apathy has expanded into my job. I just asked for an unprecedented 11 days off for spring break, and didn't even bat an eye. I'm going to miss an opening to go to Oregon. Do I seem concerned? What next, I ask you. Will I drop out of school in my last semester and quit my job and live in the woods. staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1077831084685134382004-02-26T13:31:00.000-08:002004-02-26T13:33:27.890-08:00Better late than never.
Mardi Gras was Tuesday, and although I'm not Catholic, I find that I make it a huge event every year. First there was the first house party that Peter and I ever threw. One hundred people, beads exchanged for stupid drunken tricks, and 2 police officers. When they came everyone panicked, myself included since I was not 21, yet was throwing a rather large and noisy party. staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1077489839140620972004-02-22T14:43:00.000-08:002004-02-22T14:45:58.106-08:00Hollywood's calling for the movie rights, saying Baby, let's keep in touch.
The sun is shining outside, and although I know that simply means it is slightly warmer than snow temperature, all I want to do is throw on a knee-length skirt, a t-shirt and some flip flops and walk downtown. It would take me a good 30 minutes, and in that time I would rediscover lightness and goodness and remember whatstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1077321878334771852004-02-20T16:04:00.000-08:002004-02-20T16:08:03.013-08:00I've got a mind that can steer me to your house, and a heart that would bring you red flowers.
Ok now, I know I've said this before, but I'm having a serious motivational crisis right now, people. My will to get out of bed and face the day's responsibilities is extremely low, and I'm easily angered by routines that seemed normal just last week. Perhaps you need an example. Let's take a look at staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1077090101105141642004-02-17T23:41:00.000-08:002004-02-17T23:43:35.653-08:00When I'm with you, it's like I'm on the moon; I can't really breathe but I feel lighter.
I had a rock star weekend. On Thursday we saw Bishop Allen at the B-Side and partied like true stars. I shamelessly ignored all responibility and let my body dance. I artfully dodged cheesy pickup lines. "What does this painting mean to you?" "Hey, what's that you're writing there? A love letter to me?" Umm,staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1076476680376986252004-02-10T21:18:00.000-08:002004-02-10T21:19:47.903-08:00I'm high as a kite, I just might stop to check you out.
I had a root canal this morning. The process itself was surprisingly painless and quick. Maybe that's because of the valium they gave me before I went in. So now I'm on some serious painkillers, and I feel like I'm floating in a hazy cloud. I slept all afternoon, and I had a dream that some real estate people were showing me a house to buy,staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1076378432828478222004-02-09T18:00:00.000-08:002004-02-09T18:02:19.450-08:00Pack bags, call cabs and hurry home to me
This is going to be a shitty two weeks, so I'm rewarding myself with some impromptu Super Secret Weekend Plans. President's Day only equals good times to this fun-lovin' gal! I have also been really damn efficient today. Do you ever have those days where you seem to be able to do all of your errands at once? Well, welcome to my afternoon.
Also, check staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1075940072562575572004-02-04T16:14:00.000-08:002004-02-04T16:16:13.873-08:00Caution: Liberal Feminist rantings on the sad state of the world. Watch out or my cult might get you too.
Today has been a combination feisty day and stupid morons surround me day. In Feminist Ethics we are discussing the morality of pornography. There are several abundantly stupid people in this class, but for now I will just focus on one who unveiled his idoitic ways to us today for the first staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1075838612441647452004-02-03T12:03:00.000-08:002004-02-03T12:05:12.733-08:00I don't know much about Cinco de Mayo, I'm never sure what it's all about.
Last night I just about gave myself a heart attack over an assignment that was due to be emailed at midnight. Never in my life have I been this bgad a student. I find myself more occupied with whether a certain artist has brought in all his pieces in time for the opening or whether a friend said to be at her house at 7 orstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1075417340643547472004-01-29T15:02:00.000-08:002004-01-29T15:03:56.093-08:00We didn't start the fire. It was always burning since the world's been turning.
Yesterday was a very successful and well-earned thrift store day. I found a kickass purple shirt which I am wearing with green velour pants as we speak. I also found a space shirt from Science World, British Columbia (space AND Canada?? Too good to be true..) and a black t-shirt with the Hamburgler on it. Kelsey and staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1075173032821646712004-01-26T19:10:00.000-08:002004-01-26T19:12:05.340-08:00Just hold this thread as I walk away
So, I've been worried lately that my front teeth are loose and on the verge of falling out. I'm not sure why. I've been dreaming about it too. When I went to the dentist today, however, he assured me that they were fine, and also complimented me on my beautiful gums. I actually like going to my dentist. I don't really like the things that take place there, staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1074803108556281422004-01-22T12:25:00.000-08:002004-01-22T12:26:36.590-08:00Caue this whole world needs an anthem, and I'm hopin everyone will sing along
"Keep fighting for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cat, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1074649589024256632004-01-20T17:46:00.000-08:002004-01-20T17:49:44.106-08:00I do the best to synthesize the sounds of my emotions
Due to some technical difficulties and school starting up again, I've been slow to post. Sorry about that. Here's a brief recap of what you've missed this week:
- I bought a box of the sweetest oranges I have ever eaten, and I have eaten an average of 3 a day.
- I met my guardian angel. His name is Hugh, and he is a 40 year old mechanic staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1074042613903440422004-01-13T17:10:00.000-08:002004-01-13T17:11:33.466-08:00Who's the pretty girl in the mirror there? Who could that attractive girl be?
So, before I can begin my usual, upbeat post, I have to take a moment to have a mini freak-out in response to my impending future. I have to: move, get a "real" job, get my own car insurance, go without health insurance, live without an emergency safety net, take a comprehensive exam, apply for grad schools, look for staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1073414491230723032004-01-06T10:41:00.000-08:002004-01-06T10:42:43.140-08:00You ain't seen nothin yet...
So, we all oohed and aahhed at that last post about the weather, right? WELL, turns out that was only just the beginning. -20 degrees at night and highs of 6 in the day = bundled up, hot cocoey snuggly goodness. Well, not goodness all the time since the roads are scary and I now permanently can't feel my toes, but goodness when I get off work after 11 hours and can staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1073272396661656452004-01-04T19:13:00.000-08:002004-01-04T19:14:27.326-08:00Well, it's a new year, and what a kickass year it will be. A lot has happened that I've been too lazy to post. I had an absolutely fabulous time visiting the fam in Reno. Ashley drove over from Tahoe and I got to meet Marla's friends. Also, I did a lot of quality bonding/drinking/gambling/talking time with my mom. No matter how old you get, it's always nice to ask your parents for advice, bounce staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1072224860208431372003-12-23T16:14:00.000-08:002003-12-23T16:15:20.296-08:00I'm leavin' on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again.
I have new socks with bells on them that jingle when I walk. I have a fake diamond ring (on loan) that sparkles when I wave. I have a badass new perspective and a psychic mother. I have family bonding time and unlimited hours to sleep and read. I have an exotic outdoor hottub and pool that look like they are in the middle of a palm staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1071882204463860072003-12-19T17:03:00.000-08:002003-12-19T17:04:19.420-08:00The Origin of Love: Hedwig and hte Angry Inch
When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1071775910182416812003-12-18T11:31:00.000-08:002003-12-18T11:32:43.496-08:00WHOO-HOO!
Only one more semester and counting, kids... in less than five months I will be done with this curious thing we call "college." I will be free of papers, inane professors, and hundreds of pages of reading a week. I will be my own woman. I will supposedly be qualified to discuss Philosophy, Women's Studies, and French. I will have to start working more than 25 hours a week. I will have staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1071458180370745402003-12-14T19:16:00.000-08:002003-12-14T19:17:10.310-08:00It's so sad to see the world agree that they'd rather see their faces filled with flies. Oh, how I long to keep white roses in their eyes.
I've been bombarded lately with all the things there are to accomplish yet in life. All of my classes are discussing such large issues, and now that the semester is coming to an end, I don't even know how we can make progress on it all. There is so much staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1071214251662566332003-12-11T23:30:00.000-08:002003-12-11T23:31:38.686-08:00A whole new world, a dazzling place I never knew
I've been giving this a lot of thought lately: college students live in such a surreal, strange world. When else in life is everyone around you:
-Your age give or take a year
-Living within a 10 block radius of you in apartments and houses that look shockingly I-found-this-couch-for-free-on-the-side-of-the-road, bought-these staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1071123665186093442003-12-10T22:14:00.000-08:002003-12-10T22:21:51.153-08:00I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack. Bright an' early next morning, he brought my letter back. We had a quarrel, a lover’s spat. I write I’m sorry but my letter keeps coming back.
I had a movie romance moment today with the new UPS guy. At first, a glance. Then a spark in the eyes. Then an under-the-eyelash, silent and lengthy gaze. The brown and yellow wool cap sheepishly draggedstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1070488294857699042003-12-03T13:51:00.000-08:002003-12-03T13:52:13.186-08:00I built my own empire from car tires and chicken wire
So, I am making word bracelets and cards for everyone I know who wants one. You know, since I have so much free time on my hands since I don't have a job or go to school or volunteer 10 hours a week or hang out with people ever. With all this free time, I just thought I would take up an old hobby again. Sooo, if you want one, email me your staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1070247807740871132003-11-30T19:03:00.000-08:002003-11-30T19:04:03.996-08:00And dance round the room to accordian keys, with the needle that sings in your heart
So, a lot has happened since we last met. Let's have a brief recap:
I turned 22 years old. The joints are creaking, and adulthood is setting in. No more stigma about being an irresponsible 21 year old. No siree! I celebrated in style, of course. Elizabeth made me a kickass shirt that said "Kiss me, it's my staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1069222302739603452003-11-18T22:11:00.000-08:002003-11-18T22:12:07.140-08:00All sense of reality had left her. She had abandoned herself to fate and awaited the consequences with indifference.
I'm having an existential crisis here, people. This week I meant to get ahead on my insane amounts of work so that I could enjoy my birthday on Tuesday with carefree bliss. I just can't seem to make myself do any sort of real work. What have I done instead? Perhaps a slight recap staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1069026055291961802003-11-16T15:40:00.000-08:002003-11-16T15:41:17.186-08:00When you love a flower that lives on a star, it makes it sweet, at night, to look at the sky.
Interesting tidbit: Black holes are merely sections in the universe so dense that nothing can escape them, including light. The smaller the black hole, the stronger its density. Recent scientists have done some calculations above and beyond my mathematical skills regarding this exact matter. They have staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1068523681041262322003-11-10T20:08:00.000-08:002003-11-10T20:07:58.756-08:00I could make a career of being blue, I could dress in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink Vermouth
Today was a day of total frustration and "dig my own stomach out with a spoon, why oh why can't this class be over already" syndrome. You know how some days you just can't concentrate, and instead tap your foot and sneak peeks at your watch and try and think of anything to keep staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1068019337971150262003-11-05T00:02:00.000-08:002003-11-05T00:02:16.573-08:00Get your motor runnin...
I've felt like an undercover agent today. I have access to all sorts of classified information. I smoke a pipe and wear sunglasses and a beret. I drive around in a Staciamobile that changes color and shape at the touch of a button. Tinted windows, of course. I got an email from my best friend in Oregon chock full of hotness. I've been to a new neighborhood where no one staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1067828479672892232003-11-02T19:01:00.000-08:002003-11-02T19:01:18.563-08:00You were always a bit crazy, now you make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme
We had an opening Friday at the gallery. It was kind of cool to see what professional artists choose to make for their costumes. There were some really cool ones, but they all had that eccentric, made-by-an-artist- flavor. There was a guy who had hundreds of thousands of cheerios evenly spaced all over his pants andstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1067564022841341092003-10-30T17:33:00.000-08:002003-10-30T17:33:41.650-08:00If you put your ear to pumpkin pies, you'll hear their tiny shrieks and cries
In the spirit of the best day of the year approaching tomorrow, and since it has been damn cold lately, here are my top 5 fanciful warmfuzzy-inducing situations for today. Subject to change at whim. As always, in no particular order:
1. Buying new fairy wings.
2. Skipping class and getting drunk in the middle of the staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1067467246688927252003-10-29T14:40:00.000-08:002003-10-29T14:40:45.843-08:00She got outta town on a railway New York bound
We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you this news update: Last night I was on my way out to return some movies when I fell down an entire flight of stairs outside my apartment. I took a surf-girl, bad-ass nosedive all the way down, baby. I slid down the last three steps on my stomach and landed on my elbows in a last ditch staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1067326222401091622003-10-27T23:30:00.000-08:002003-10-27T23:30:21.583-08:00Now she's a little boy in Spain, playing pianos filled with flames
Umm, so I don't know if I should even be admitting this in such a public place. Promise not to tell? Ok, well, here goes... today I nearly burned down my apartment building. Yikes! I was making crepes and they were cooking unusually fast. We're talking warp-speed fast here. I turn down the burner and lift the pan to keep the staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1066977885126127482003-10-23T23:44:00.000-07:002003-10-23T23:44:44.606-07:00Synapse to synapse... the possibility's thin
I am a free woman! This week I dropped my French major. No more medieval french literature or feeling like I want to retreat into myself and not come out to face the world. Best of all, no more fighting with the alarm on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Now I can just roll back over and snuggle in again, safe in the knowledge that I have a good three staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-106636508654509922003-10-16T21:31:00.000-07:002003-10-16T21:31:26.396-07:00We don't have to be stars exploding in the night
So I had a little crisis this week with my heater. I was sick this weekend with the flu, and still wasn't feeling so hot on Monday. I thought that my chills despite three comforters were just a result of sickness. I was talking to my dad on the phone, and told him I didn't think my heat was working since it was so cold in my place. "Well, what staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1066164100747947212003-10-14T13:41:00.000-07:002003-10-14T13:41:40.326-07:00Into a hole where no one can escape
Ok, today has been a day of extreme stupidity. Somehow I turned off my alarm this morning and missed french class. So I'm thinking, alright, I can still make it to my other 2 classes. This must just have been a sign of exhaustion. Since I don't have any homework for philosophy, I fart around, put on some makeup, watch a little tv, generally waste time before Istaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1066011427142223162003-10-12T19:17:00.000-07:002003-10-12T19:17:07.116-07:00Je ne veux pas travailler, je veux seulement oublier...
This week I got a paper back in philosophy, and the professor gave a short speech about not taking offense to his blunt, direct comments. I almost laughed. Here's the method in France: the professor hands back the papers or tests in order from highest grade to lowest, while calling out your grades. The fun doesn't stop there though, my staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1065722842888729462003-10-09T11:07:00.000-07:002003-10-09T11:07:22.900-07:00I just received an email from Senator Patty Murray. This reminds me of the time Sonya wrote a thank you letter to the government for her tax return. She got a response that said while they were grateful for her appreciation, this was actually money she had earned and paid into the system and that she was merely receiving a refund. Ohh, the government.. Those crazy kids.
Yesterday at work I spentstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1065129111172725002003-10-02T13:55:00.000-07:002003-10-02T14:12:18.880-07:00Won't work for quarters, keep our jobs in these borders
I went to the March to Miami teach-in at SCC and rally in the park Tuesday. Although I'm still not clear on exactly where I stand on the issue, I am in a Think Globally, Act Locally class that was participating, so I thought I would see what it was all about. I definitely believe that NAFTA needs some revision, and that the FTAA as-is is a staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1064997992266197662003-10-01T01:38:00.000-07:002003-10-01T01:47:59.063-07:00She's a ticking, ticking ticking time bomb, whoa-ohh-oh
I am in love. I am in love with All Girl Summer Fun band. Cute gumdrop voices and candy cane lyrics. Frivolous weighty songs about Canadian boyfriends and borrowing Becky's boyfriend. I want to wrap them all up and put them in my pocket for a rainy day when life is too hard to go on without an rousing rendition of "Operator." I want the staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1064297445373274922003-09-22T22:51:00.000-07:002003-09-22T23:10:45.350-07:00My mom says I'm a catch, I'm popular
This weekend I ended up drinking too much. In other words, nothing much is new here. I worked on Saturday and learned that I get a 30 percent discount on whatever I want in the store. This blew me away. As I've been telling others how this blew me away and noting their respoonses, I'm beginning to realize just how much the Art School used me as cheap slave staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1063679418369690942003-09-15T19:05:00.000-07:002003-09-15T19:38:12.770-07:00But now he rides a comet's flame and won't be coming back again
Well, the day has come. After 3 faithful, happy years together, my beta fish Vanovo has died. He has survived numerous people's houses over school breaks, moved into several different tanks, outlived his temporary roommate Zane the frog and even endured a year's separation while I was in France. Today after reading a particularly staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1063420918682535072003-09-12T19:14:00.000-07:002003-09-12T19:41:58.573-07:00So you say you want a revolution?
Yesterday I decided that I am going to change the life plan I have had since my first year of high school. No more philosophy professor for me. Scary as it is, I have decided to take life head on and make a difference in the world. I'm going to fight sexism, make sure that women's voices are represented in academia, and be a support for other students like me staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1063003769614191402003-09-07T23:49:00.000-07:002003-09-07T23:49:29.666-07:00"Yeah, but this year we're Seniors... and we're gonna ruule the schoool!"
This week I have started my new job, written a paper (already!), sold a $400 dollar painting that I would rather was hanging in my living room, considered dropping my french major since this last class is so frustrating already, been assaulted, partied hard, went to a ho-down, visited a millions friends' new digs, decided staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1061947041425846202003-08-26T18:17:00.000-07:002003-08-26T18:17:21.496-07:00Says it was good to be alive
And it is. Good to be alive. Especially since last night around 11 I thought there was a very good possibility I was going to be taken hostage and potentially die. I was watching tv with Kendra in the house where she is living this summer until the other girls move in and she can move into her place. Big, scary house with big, scary, not-so-covered windows. We were staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1061868472151702372003-08-25T20:27:00.000-07:002003-08-25T20:31:24.946-07:00We don't have to be stars exploding in the night
Last week of kids classes are finally over! Amidst the kids quotes this week are several other fun adventures. Since I'm so lazy about posting, it would take a few years to recount it all here, but here are some tastes.
An autistic girl wo has not spoken a word to me in two weeks named Elizabeth. Last day of class, I find a scrap of wallpaper by staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1060987809285927422003-08-15T15:50:00.000-07:002003-08-15T15:51:18.946-07:00Trouble, oh trouble set me free. I have paid my debts, now won't you leave me in my misery
Hmmm... it's 3:30 and I've been alone here in the 3-story art school building since 2:30. Now that the winds are blowing outside and the phones haven't been rinigng for about an hour, I'm beginning to feel an eerie vibe setting in. Like an old western movie with a wide pan across a deserted street and a staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1060839817772385192003-08-13T22:43:00.000-07:002003-08-13T23:01:35.613-07:00True Tales from the Crypt.. ahem... Art School
"Stacia! Danny broke my pencil!"
"Stacia! Corbet stole my chair!"
"Teacher! Bryn just called me a hog because I took my oil pastels back from her!"
"So, Stacia, we know you already have 2 autistic students in your afternoon mosaics class, but would you mind taking one more? Ususally this kind of thing never happens..."
"Stacia, how old are you? staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1060147628713438062003-08-05T22:27:00.000-07:002003-08-05T22:27:08.710-07:00Workin hard for the money
As of today, I am employed by a kickass art gallery on Garland, the best street in Spokane. I have moved up many many notches on the pay scale, and don't have as many hours in the fall as I have in the past. I will be doing all of the computer work; publicity for shows, name plates for works in the gallery, scanning and perfecting photos of pieces. Yes! I have a staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1059900801802534612003-08-03T01:53:00.000-07:002003-08-03T01:53:21.713-07:00Back in the old schoolyard
Last night I went to Coeur d'Alene after work and had dinner with Jill and Noah. (Whoo-hoo! Someone has gotten HOTT with age.) We went out for my first CDA bar experience, and let me tell you, it was just like the Class of '00 reunion got tired of waiting for the ten year mark and just decided to go to a bar a few years early instead. I saw so many people, many of whomstaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1059369890832780542003-07-27T22:24:00.000-07:002003-07-27T22:24:50.843-07:00Here I come to save the day!
Here's my night last night in a nutshell: Bat Girl fought Wonder Woman and, although she put up a good fight, Bat Girl faced a pretty brutal defeat. Of course, Wolverine caught the whole thing on tape, so we can relive the beautiful moment over and over. Athena and Space Girl had a drunken conversation about the importance of partying in your senior year of college, staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1059164027234624822003-07-25T13:13:00.000-07:002003-07-25T13:13:47.250-07:00I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me.
Rob Brezsny for the week:
"Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility," said writer James Thurber. If he's right, your immediate future should be full of humor. You have finally wriggled your way out of the holy mess that was numbing your laugh reflex. You have mastered the tumultuous lessons that nearly scrambled your brains. Let thestaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1059014016054597612003-07-23T19:33:00.000-07:002003-07-23T19:43:32.250-07:00I don't want your 9-5, and I don't want your boring life, or anyone to tell me how to live my life...
The search for a second job has left me with a lot of exciting possibilities for my future. In addition to the opportunities to work nights at the local gas station or do laundry full-time for a senior citizen's home, I am looking into the possibility of installing drywall or becoming a staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606484.post-1058946579699263872003-07-23T00:49:00.000-07:002003-07-23T00:49:39.713-07:00Gotta get there fast, 'cause we're running out of gas, it's a rock and roll weekend.
Just got back from a week in Seattle visiting the fam. Dad's not doing so hot, so the whole gang is living in the house with him. It was pretty stressful, but I got to see him for the first time in a year, so that was good. We accidentally got drunk together at "his" bar and grill where the everybody knows your staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14935290290191864273noreply@blogger.com