Qué será, será.

It occurs to me that our culture is based entirely around the evacuation of waste, but it's something no one wants to talk about it. More than religion, more than culture, the driving force behind technical innovation and growth as a species is finding new and different ways and places to take a poo, from a hole in the woods to an outhouse to indoor plumbing. If there is one defining thing we have as a culture, it is the fact that, at one time or another, we have all had to poop.

A table of places people have taken a poo:
• In the woods
• Behind the shack
• In the bathroom
• In space
• On the moon
• Around the corner
• At the Gas-station
• At a restaurant
• And many, many other places


If you think about it, even momentarily, it makes a lot of sense. Every building people like or work in has a bathroom — many have more than one — all for eliminating waste product. There are more bathrooms than churches and shrines — there are even bathrooms in churches, and every culture has created a toilet in similar fashion. Our buildings and culture are based around the need to evacuate waste. We have more toilets than churches.

More than that, cultures that are considered "higher" are the ones with more sophisticated means of pooping. The Romans were civilised and they had running water to get rid of their waste. The middle ages were a step back, and people lived in squalor and filth lined the streets. Modern plumbing has made cities possible, but it wasn't until indoor plumbing and toilets that carriers of disease and pestilence are almost completely eliminated — when a seasonal flu is all you have to worry about, life is pretty good and your society is clean.

Even our language is structured around it, but has built up the elimination of waste from our bodies — a very natural thing — into a taboo subject. The words "poop" and "pee" are hilarious to small children (don't tell me you didn't giggle at them, too, because you did). The words "shit," "piss," "crap," and "ass" have all become dirty words. People don't say that they are going to poop — they say that they are going to go "use the bathroom" or "go number two," as if they are ashamed of a perfectly natural process. The fact is that there is nothing to be ashamed of — it's natural and everyone does it. It's not good or bad — it simply is, and it's a commonality among all humanity, yet we still seem reluctant to acknowledge that any of us do it.

In fact, to make words for natural acts into taboos is to give power to these words and to say that these things are bad, when they're not. Even calling waste management "number one" and "number two" is silly. It also presents a layer of abstraction to the whole mess that is difficult for small children to understand.

Pooping is simply a fact of life. If you're alive, you poop. It's that simple. Let's not glorify it by making up fancy words or using euphemisms for it.

I just watched the little mermaid.

it is not helping my mood.

its all sing-songy and happy and "your one true love" and shit.

i wish life were like a disney movie sometimes. Everyone is friendly and sincere. the priests have boners, and not for little boys. your greatest obstacles are actually as simple as ramming a ship into a giant, angry, magical octopus sea witch thingy, then poof, she's dead. and above all your prince looks like john hamm in high school (please tell me you got the 30rock reference). sigh.

idk where i am even going with this. its 4:20 in the morning and i'm up watching disney movies? what the fuck is wrong with me? i'm in los angeles, following my dreams. it's sunny everyday, and despite what the locals have to say, it is warm (lol @ 70 degrees being "cold").

despite all of that i am kinda sad and lonely. i think i am going to start up my romantic comedy now that i have a few specs and Game On finished. sigh.

idk if it is not having xbox live(i get my tv tomorrow, damn you UPS!), not having pot, moving across the country and not knowing anyone (again), or my worry about failing in the film industry, but my stupid fucking depression and bipolar like habits seem to be forming again.
and the insomnia is back (or did that ever leave?).

I mean the fact that I am updating my LJ at this time is a big sign. again, sigh.

but i will say, this picture makes me very very happy.


don't ask me why...

well LA is going good so far.

although everyone goes to the gym and works out. it makes me feel fat when my roomie talks about calories as she's eating almonds with ketchup on it and i'm eating In-N-Out burger b/c I never had it before.

I met a cool friend Robert. We play rockband and the like. always a good time. went to the observatory (highest point in LA), and took cool pictures that I am too lazy to upload at the moment.

I should hopefully be getting a job at gamestop. the one that is right between sunset/vine and hollywood/vine. They have stars on the street right outside of it. lmao, how awesome is that?

the other night I went out with Robert to Happy Endings bar. that place was pretty cool. they had (several) beer pong tables...at the bar and people were playing. pretty rad. then we headed over to the beauty bar in hollywood. that was weird, i felt so awkward, with my jeans and my say anything purse, while everyone else was in heels. Then i spotted a guy in a star wars hoodie and i tried to start a nerdy convo with him, but he was disintrested. sigh. oh hollywood, where star wars hoodies =/= nerd.

“I did not mean to write an essay detailing all the ways in which slider controls in Photoshop CS4 reveal problems in the design, development, quality control, and management of the product; I really didn’t. I just pulled up the Smart Sharpen dialog one evening and, sighing at its hideousness for the nth time, decided to put together a little joke post. That was all.”

I know exactly how that is. Sometimes you just have to act on the feeling — you can't rest till you do.

Neven Morgen via Daring Fireball

This quarter has been busy. Very busy. I'm taking 17 credithours. It's intense. And I've been busy outside of class.

Anyway, I got back to my room a couple hours ago after heading to town. I went to 1) drop of a disc of pictures, 2) get some new jeans! and 3) setup a computer for my dad.


The first is a series of pictures I took for a sculptor on the dedication of her statue, which looks something like this (I'm not good at making up names. Also, I think that the photos should stand on their own without needing a title, only a description of when and where):


Except for the above, the pictures in this post are unrelated to the content, simply recent uploads I want to share, so it's pretty as you scroll by, like the next one below (which I suppose is also the only other exception) and is larger because it is more stunning that way (seriously, it's more stunning the bigger it is; making it small gets rid of the Depth of Field):



The second are a pair of Levi 501s and a pair of 505s. Classic blue denim. They'll last a year each before the knees get holy like the pair they replace, like the pair that replaced the one before it, like the pair those replaced …


Three: My dad has a great MacBook Pro. It's better than mine, as well as quieter when running Flash. It runs OSX. He recently also started a job as a realtor, and many of the websites he needs to use are the sort that require IE. I tried every free option I could think of: I tried Safari, Firefox, Opera, and even IE for Mac (5.2; it sucked even back in the day when it was the only Mac OS browser). I tried spoofing the user agent strings. I even tried using WINE and running IE through that, but that didn't work either. It was crashy — too crashy for even me to use. I finally gave up after I was unable to get a virtual machine to do the trick, recommending Parallels as an option (I wanted it to be mobile, and there was no way in hell I was giving him back his old laptop — it was too slow and too loud.

I went home this evening to drop off the aforementioned disc, got two pairs of jeans, and a tasty salmon dinner. At home, I dredged up an old desktop machine (slimline tower), because this seemed like a decent solution. I had a computer in the basement, as well as an extra keyboard and monitor (one of my two 19" Samsung SXGA TFTs), so I set him up with a 2.0 Ghz Celeron "Northwood" running Win 7. I had a bit of trouble getting the first drive to boot, so I replaced it with something newer. It's an adequate, functional computer and runs 7 just fine, if a little sluggish — but it's better than XP by leaps and bounds. It'll do the job of printing and accessing ActiveX websites, and it was a problem taken care of with parts I had on hand.

Also a new addition, I got a replacement for my crappy RAZR (which was stolen). I used my backup Nokia 1208 for a couple weeks, but I now have a 2007 HTC T-Mobile Shadow, care of kistaro. It's a good phone, and my first experience with Windows Mobile (apart from playing with my ex's WM5 Motorola Q briefly a couple years ago, but that was a poor experience to say the least). It's slick, but it's been easy to get used to.

It has good battery life with an extra large 3rd party battery, wi-fi for email (my router's WiFi magically started working again, AND I got the G router I was lent working as an access point tied to my hub), and is a decent crossover device. Actually, it's much nicer than the BlackBerry Perl with which I started this contract — faster, more intuitive, more versatile, and more useful, and while it does have a little bit of chunky and clunky, I'm getting more used to the interface; it has its quirks, but it's nothing that I can't ignore as a developer. It's no iPhone, but it's not supposed to be — it does its job just fine, has no touch screen, and does my Email. It can even automatically switch from "normal" to "vibrate" modes based on my calendar.

Actually, I've found that the killer app for it is Google's sync. Google employs an exchange server to copy contacts, calendars, and send and receive email, so moving into the new phone was as easy as setting up Google as an exchange server and BAM! all my contacts and my inbox are there on my phone. I read a message and it marks it read in my inbox. Since I use Gmail's IMAP server for my desktop client, it means that all changes propagate across all devices. Even better than that is the fact that I have iCal linked with Google Calendars via WebDAV, and Address Book syncs to Google as well, so I add a contact on my phone, and he or she appears on my computer. Honestly, this is exactly how computing is supposed to be.

Additionally, it would have been an absolute nightmare trying to coerce Windows Mobile into syncing with anything non-windows-mobile, since I'm almost exclusively Mac/linux.

So, I've been using it to stream internet radio while I sleep (a laptop is overkill for this), and I've got an ebook reader installed on it, too (the Window Mobile version is much nicer than the BlackBerry one). It used to be so nice to be able to have books with me on the bus — especially since I don't like carrying many things with me, and when the Blackberry died, so did a lot of the reading I did for pleasure. Now I can finally fall asleep again reading stories about Honor Harrington and the Star Kingdom of Mantacore.

So, yeah, Windows Mobile doesn't suck — and this is coming from a Mac/Linux user and a design geek (so it's as close to a ringing endorsement as you'll get from me without torturing me with a BB Storm). Believe it!

Ha! I have successfully navigated craigslist, waded through the spam and fought off the crazies, to land us a decent housemate (and without anybody's help, thank-you-very-much). Her name is Daphna, she just graduated with her Masters in Social Work from PSU, and she seems sane, easy-going, funny, and totally awesome. I can see myself being good friends with her. She may also be bringing an outdoor kitty! KITTY, people! Ever since the basement neighbors who owned Mud moved out, my life has been significantly deficient in animal love. After all, there are only so many trips I'm willing to make to my folks' house each week just to see Duke and Monty. Too bad we couldn't have found her BEFORE I finally lost my temper with Kristen, but maybe that's for the best. I so rarely let people know point-blank when they're pissing me off, that I should probably embrace those moments when I finally snap...

Great as Daphna is, though, I really miss living with Steven. Yes, he could be a tad overwhelming, and was a bit dramatic, but he is my buddy. I'm really lonely without him around every evening. Who else is going to regale me with sagas about the perils of bartending at a gay club?

EDIT: Huh. Called my mom over my lunch break, and just learned that tonight my dad is going to an information seminar on gastric by-pass surgery. There's no doubt he needs it...but I'm sadly skeptical. There is no way he will put in the time and effort that such a procedure needs to be a success. He has never taken care of himself: be it therapy or an exercise regime or eating right, he's never followed through with anything. If the problem can't be solved by taking a pill, he's not interested in fixing it. The man has always said--and not even jokingly--that he isn't going to live past 65. Sometimes I wonder if he hasn't been trying unconciously to kill himself like his dad...

Oh, and I love how he always got to ride my ass about my weight as a kid, but god forbid anybody points out the same to him.

I can't forgive him for that.

I seem able to forgive a lot of shit, but not the weight thing. Make me anxious, make me insecure, but god forbid you take a cheap shot at the obvious and wound my vanity. Is that petty of me?

moving to LA tomorrow. fuck yes.

i just sent out my boxes and after this load of laundry I'll be all packed up.

today has been hectic, thank god for pot, xanax, and Say Anything's new album.

my plane is at 7am so i most likely won't go to sleep.

dinner and drinks w/ a few friends tonight.


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on friday Sara is driving down and picking me up in LA and then we are going to spend the day in San Diego. this weekend is going to be fucking sweet.

“Do you think that is acceptable wolflike behaviour?”

Uhm okay...so I have SO MUCH of a life, that I have no time for anything fun these days.
At any rate, that's literally how it feels.

Apart from classes and the homework that classes cause, I have a television show which demands not only time and energy, but also creativity and lots of begging people to help volunteer. And I'm continuing my radio show, which also requires time. I write op/ed columns for the school paper each week, which requires creativity and time to write every weekend. And there's my boyfriend, who lives an hour's drive away, or two and a half hours' bus ride away. Visiting him requires a huge chunk of time out of my schedule.

And, of course, I also have a job to work at...and yet I'm still finding sleep some way or another.

I found out recently that after this semester, I will have senior status. I'm spending one whopping semester as a junior, and then my remaining year and a half at PLU will be spent as a senior. That would be awesome news for registering for classes, except that I will be in London this Spring, and therefore do not have to register for my classes at PLU.

Speaking of London...while February 7th still feels like eons away, it is approaching a tad faster than I would like. I have to apply for my visa (which I cannot do until November 7th) and continue saving money for my trip. I have to figure out where I would like to go, and how I will get there.

I...I think I need to breathe.

I should actually be doing homework right this very minute (I should be doing that most minutes), but I just don't want to.

My book in society class got cancelled today due to my teacher having the flu, and I seem to have been stricken with an interesting case of utter inertia. I just can't get myself to do anything today.

I went home and took a nap for an hour, then went to PLU where I spent an hour waiting in line for a swine flu vaccine. One hour later, two sprays up my nose, and some mildly uncomfortable sideaffects lasting for a few minutes later, and I am now protected from a virus that I doubt I was ever at risk of getting. But it comforts my family, I suppose.

After getting vaccinated, my mom and I headed to the Tacoma Mall. We intended to go to the Borders over there, but we discovered that there's a new Borders Express inside the mall, near Macy's. I love little mall bookstores, so we headed there instead. The reason for this visit was to conduct research for the very paper that I should be writing right this minute. Perhaps I will write it after this journal update (which is swiftly becoming a bit lengthy and wordy, don't you think? Oh well...lots of neglected time means plenty to update!)

After perusing the store and taking notes for my paper, I decided to purchase a book (partly out of guilt for spending so much time in such an empty store without actually shopping). So I bought, for $10 (plus the ridiculously high sales tax that Washington state charges these days), a book of Zombie Christmas Carols. Oh joy!

I have also been reading (for a research paper for the same class) Pride and Prejudice and Zombies lately. I was hoping to find it amusing and entertaining, but as I had just finished reading Pride and Prejudice before picking up this book, I find it more irritating, obnoxious, rude, and full of factual and historical errors. Perhaps I'm overly critical. Oh well. Next on my reading list for this paper is Mr. Darcy, Vampyre. Oh, you cannot imagine my excitement. =D

I also have a graphic design project to be working on, and I'm happy to say that I own the adobe creative suite, so I can work on it in the comfort of my own home (or, for that matter, anywhere else I so choose to take my laptop with me). And I have a book binding assignment for art of the book where I'm expected to bind five books by next Friday. I only have ideas for four books...my fifth might wind up a pretty but empty book.

Oh, and I keep forgetting about my Buddhism class. Poor Buddha, I neglect him. That, however, is a sign of not clinging. It is in my own buddhanature that I do not dwell on my project for this class. (Right)

Okay, that's everything that's going on as of late that I can think to update.

I want a nap.

I've been reading a bunch of articles this afternoon on The New Republic and they're all smart and very well written.

• Rush Limbaugh and his Reverse Racism
Halp, white people are being oppressed!

• Quayle v. Palin: Quayle Pulls Ahead!
Even mister “Tomatoe” is better than Mooseburger

• The Worst Argument You've Ever Read For Banning Openly Gay People From the Military
Apparently, according to the Right, gay people are pussies.

• The Worst Case Yet Against Gay Marriage
If the last article talked about in the previous link wasn't bad, this one is.

• Assimilation and its meaning: The End of Gay Culture
And finally, we end with something sensible, about how gay culture as a subculture is disappearing and no longer the single defining thing about gay people.

It's voting season. Yeah, I'm late on this because they sent out the ballots a couple weeks ago, but if you haven't voted yet, here's what you need to know. Yes, this is a politically-charged post.


Vote no on I-1033. It's Eyman. You remember how he fucked up the budget with I-695? How it effectively broke the STA*? He's trying to do that again, this time capping the budget in the worst year on the books — a year we had to lay off teachers and cut programs.

The tl;dr is that it's proposed by Eyman. If that's not enough to make you vote against it …


Vote to approve R-71. It's about legal rights for domestic partners, including same sex couples and older pensioners who do not want to lose benefits by remarrying. It is not even a warning shot across the “institution of traditional marriage” — this is simply an issue of civil rights. (Full disclosure: I have a personal, vested interest in the approval of R-71).


The only other really important thing to do is to vote for Rocky Treppiedi and against Laura Carder in the District 81 Director race. Carder would bring crazy fundie creationism into the classroom. That's not science; don't teach it. Hell, even the Spokesman Review doesn't think Carder is a good choice.


These are the things on the ballot that really matter — for the rest, use you best judgement; I believe in you. Don't let your community down. And remember to turn in that ballot. The first two measures are not exclusive to Spokane County, either, so if you're in Washington, you know what to do.


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* Back in 1999, when the Spokane Transit Authority had just started their plans for a new and shiny bus transportation hub downtown, Eyman got I-695 passed. Car licensing was where STA got much of its operating funds. So, STA had just gotten a new downtown hub, paid millions for it, and now their funding was cut. They couldn't dip into the coffers because they just spent that money on the Plaza. So they cut service. Even today, STA is not as good as they were in the mid 90s. They are expanding, but that was a serious blow to those of us who do not have cars.

Also, I was mad because I-695 actually raised our tab fees for our car, because they went from a car-value-based equation to a flat rate.

I think I've had this blog for more than five years, now. I got it shortly before hallowe'en, back in senior year of High School.


Here are some sketches from the past few weeks that I'm actually pleased with:






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Yesterday, I hung out with a bunch of friends, watched some hallowe'en-type movies (not generally the biggest fan of gore or horror, but I'll make an exception around this time of year). It was one of those migratory parties that started in one place, moved to another (the second location quite different than the first — more of a nerd basement lair pit. With stuff everywhere (a stark contrast to the first place). There was also a fire. I will say that I'm jealous of people who can afford fancy quad-core computers and large flatscreen TVs and fancy new widescreen monitors — but I wouldn't use a TV much for TV, I don't play many games, and the computers I have work fine for me for now.

I did feel a bit awkward at times as there were several couples and only a couple people without someone else there. Josh apparently echoed the same sentiments about hallowe'en parties in his neck of the woods. Situations like those are only as awkward as you make them; just have fun and it's fun. Plus, meeting new people is fun. Still, I wish he were here. Or I there. Or something like that.

I probably should have sneaked in and stayed at home last night, but I felt like that would bring up questions and be awkward.


Though, earlier this week I went home to help out and see if I could help my dad access a website. It requires ActiveX, though — ergo, Windows, and he's using a MacBook Pro he got in late 2007 (it doesn't feel that old). He needs it for stuff it his new job, and spoofing the user agent string doesn't work (not in Opera, not in Firefox, not in Safari). Using IE 5.2 for Mac also didn't work — and besides, that browser is the worst one ever, even when it was considered "modern." IE in WINE is buggy and crashy, BootCamp is too much overkill for what he needs and a little awkward, and I'm not going to give him his old laptop back to run XP and IE on — that laptop is bad and loud and slow, and would give him an unfair view of Windows. Preferably, he should have access on his laptop so he doesn't need to worry about accessing what he needs.

I've come to the conclusion that he needs Parallels. I suppose we can find uses for Parallels for more than just IE after he gets it, but none of the other options are as elegant.

At least the trip into town included dinner and some cookies; it's also nice to see the parents once in a while, and it was a welcome break in the routine of life here; the week felt shorter.


It might also have felt shorter because I slept a lot of it (though, I was up all night Sunday through Monday and I was surprised to be as alert as I was for my group speech presentation). This week's sleep schedule has been all over the place, and while the Melatonin has helped some, I have to remember to take it. I also have to force myself to get into bed (unlike tonight), and if I try, I can ignore the tired feeling that the melatonin adds — it's a gradual, natural sort of falling asleep that it creates. I don't know if it's a physical effect at all — it could just be in my head, accepting that the remedy works, putting me to sleep by convincing myself that it works.

The Hunger Games
Suzanne Collins
YA fiction; fantasy; series
374 pages

Sixteen-year-old Katniss is smart, athletic, and fast. She can take down a rabbit with a bow and arrow, hitting it straight through the eye. Will these skills be enough to survive the Hunger Games?
Suzanne Collins, the author of the middle-grade fantasy series The Underland Chronicles begins anew, exploring a future landscape that will be familiar to devotees of science fiction's dystopic strain. In a nation called Panem, which occupies the landmass that is the present United States, a parasitical fascist Capitol dominates 12 conquered districts. There was a thirteenth district but it was obliterated during a rebellion. The totalitarian government keeps the subjected populations in line by threatened devastation, starvation, and brutality.

I found this book and concept to be utterly fascinating. I love the post-apocalyptic feel that was conveyed throughout the entire book. It is interesting that this country, Panem used to actually be the United States and the history of what happened because of the country's rebellion against the Capitol was interesting as well. I thought that the characters and the plot were astounding. I really felt for Katniss throughout the book and I cannot wait to read Catching Fire soon!
**There are some things that I would love to talk about in the book and even one thing that I didn't like, but I feel that it is spoilery, and so if you have read the book and wish to discuss it, please do so with me in the comments. Thank you!**
Books read this year: 44/50.
Pages read this year: 14843/15000

I like teeny bopper romance told in alternating chapters.
                       I've read:
                       Perfect Cemistry by Simone Elkeles
                       Leaving Paradise by Simone Elkeles
                       Crazy Beautiful by Lauren Baratz-Logsted
                       Falling For Romeo by Jennifer Laurens
                       Two Way Street by Lauren Barnholdt
                       When It Happens by Susane Colasanti
                       Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan

 

Suggestions?

Recommendations?

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So, I had one of the coolest dreams I've had in a while last night. The details are a bit blurry, but it started out with me going to Seattle and looking for a job. I ended up as an IT guy for this motel/restaurant in Pike place, and I was treated fairly badly, and not paid well. But that's okay, it gave me the resources I needed.

I was another person, years later, going to a convention in Seattle and starving. I go to this hotel, and there's food lying around everywhere, but it's ridiculously expensive, so I begin stealing food here and there so I can survive the convention. That's when I notice the weird IT guy- he's an older guy, with short cropped white hair, and there's something off about him. I notice him plugging devices into the network jacks, something that doesn't look good.

So, I decide to follow him.

That's when I become the IT guy again, and it's revealed that after years of abuse in this hotel, I've become a full blown mad scientist. I live in a junk yard, and for the most part, I'm left alone. The devices I've been plugging into the network jacks are nodes for an AI I'm working on.

I leave for my junkyard, and I notice this kid following me. Now, throughout the dream, the pov keeps on changing between the scientist and the kid, and a rather epic chase ensues. The kid has a gun somehow, but the scientist has his machines, and it became this amazing game of cat and mouse, which finally culminates in the scientist turning on a machine, causing the clouds above to clear. The sky is dominated by this spider-like mass of metal joints, with no central node, and evil looking metal claws that can reach down to the ground and tear things apart.

The kid runs, although as he does, the entire junkyard begins to fall apart as it joins with the spider thing in the sky to form a giant mass of machinery and evil.

And then I woke up, wishing I was still asleep.

In the mean time, in real life, I've been really busy, and wanting to hibernate. I guess I did a bit of that today, as I got probably 10 hours of sleep, and I kind of regret it, as I'm running behind on errands. I've been taking as many shifts as possible, but at the same time I've been playing hard, when I do play, although I really haven't had much free time at all lately. Still, I like it, it gives me a sense of purpose, and the hope of a big paycheck is nice- I'm hurting financially. It's real bad, but next paycheck will hopefully be in the 900 range. My goal is to hit 2k, and then buy myself something nice, as I haven't been able to do that in a long time. Hell, I kind of want to do a computer shopping spree- I need an external hard drive, I could use a new HD, I kind of want a new videocard, and I need new headphones. But in the mean time, I just need to work.

Still getting ready for the WEST tests- education exams, pretty much. The WEST-B is the first one I have to take, and it doesn't seem intimidating at all. I've taken the practice test, and it's ridiculously easy. The WEST-E, on the other hand, is the advanced test, and in my case, it covers all fields of science. This has resulted in me studying madly for fields I am unfamiliar with, but I'm enjoying it.

Anyway, that's about it.

Germboy, out/Peace.

I did NOT want to ask Steven to move out. I really didn't. I didn't think he'd been given enough warning. I didn't think the girls were being very fair. I wanted to stay nuetral. I wanted to stay out of it. I didn't want this to be my problem. The girls dragged me into this anyway and made it my problem. Somehow--because I apparently am the only one with a working computer in the entire house--I am in charge of finding a new housemate. And now, on top of everything else, the girls are making it ridiculously difficult to pick somebody. The first is THIS SUNDAY, I am not going to pay rent for that goddamn room that wasn't supposed to be my problem in the first place (and they of course expect me to contribute!). But can they possibly be there on time to meet a potential new housemate? No. Of course not. Can they agree on a decent, normal, sane girl to move in? No. No, of course they fucking can't. Can they even not scare away decent, normal, sane girls looking to move in? I swear to God, everybody liked that girl but then Emme had to go off on this tangent about seeing aliens in a field, and she immediately sent me a text saying that while she loved me, but was too freaked out by her. FUCKING HELL. Now I understand why Eebs never wanted to move in with Emme in the first place. I'm not saying that I'm at that point yet, but I do understand her reasons.

Actually, I take that back. I'm so pissed off and annoyed right now, I'm fantasizing about finding a new place. I know my friend Nate will be renting out a room in his house (for much cheaper than my current place, in fact) just as soon as his bathroom if finished...except that living with my supervisor could open a whole other can of worms. I'm just so angry right now that I don't care. I feel like I've been taken for a ride in a way. No more living with artists, only I am allowed to be the craziest person in the house!

At least I got to sell ticekts to the nicest couple from New Zealand this morning. They were super impressed I could tell they weren't from Australia.

P.S. Oh, and to top it off I'm working Halloween. So it doesn't matter that I'm recycling the jellyfish costume from last year, because the only people who will see it will all be on LSD for the laser shows anyway. PISSY ALLIE IS PISSY.

Spoilers.

I admit I love this kind of story. Maybe it's cheesy, but I don't care. People who aren't "supposed" to be together because of race or culture of whatever, but simply can not resist eachother. Rich white girl and poor Mexican gang banger..it's a story that's been told before and will be told again and again, but I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I love the way they came together, I love the way they were together, I love what tore them apart, and even though the end was sickeningly happy, I loved it. It was nice how he interacted with her sister when the previous boy just ignored, I loved that he wanted to wait and make love to her instead of fucking her on his bike. The pranks were great flirting, and nice reminders of one another. The way he agreed to hide their romance and double with her friends was so sweet, and while there was that moment of pure heartbreak, it all worked out. Jumping out of the gang for her even though it was so close to death. He knew he had to do it for her, so he took that chance.