What I'll say for today..
Jul. 9th, 2006 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassToday Heidi and I went to the Oregon Country Gluttony Fair out in Veneta.
It was a pretty cool trip. We took the bus out past the Fern Ridge Resevoir which we have decided we need to "appreciate" sometime soon (and often).
Otherwise the fair was it's usual crazy self (as I remember from 2 years ago). I suppose we had fun, but basically we realized at the end that we went out exclusively to eat fair food. Haha. It was so worth it though. We had falafel, souvlaki, cookie ice cream sandwiches, and a pint of the most amazingly delicious strawberries I've ever eaten. Seriously, I'm about to explode but my mouth just watered a little thinking about those strawberries. Heidi did buy a pair of earrings, we oggled hippy boys, and we saw the "Girl Circus." So I feel like we had a good enough sampling. We also left with dirty, dusty hippy feet - naturally.
Anyway, so I feel gross right now. Our only saving "grace" as Heidi put it was that we were on our feet all day. Whatever, good motivation to hit the rec EVERY day this week. I think seperately we have slightly twisted consciences but together, all sense of control sort of flies out the window. God.. I don't even want to think about Saturday.
Right now I'm avoiding a stupid Italian composition. It has to be at least 350 words about a particular character from a 6 page reading we just did. I really, really don't want to write it because I'm afraid I won't be able to think of enough to say (which is so rare for me). So right now I'm delaying the inevitable.
I haven't really been posting much publically lately. I hate being all silent and broody, but it happens. I think I'm so used to hanging out with myself now that I forget there is an outside world. Let's just say I really miss my groups - APO, studio, etc.. the people that I could just always expect and count on to be around - to let me vent, to listen to my jokes, to give me attention. It sucks but I feel so withdrawn. There are people here that I know I can hang out with individually, but I think I'm just craving group energy so much. Ugh. Enough weepy emo-ness.
I'm applying for my dream job of the last several months. I don't know if I have a chance at getting it, but it would make me gleeful and get me out of the house and if I had coworkers I would be in a group again.
Dude, I really need a haircut. I've taken to bobby pinning my bangs back everyday because they are long enough to be a nusiance but short enough to not reach the back of my ear. I figure if I get an interview, I will cut it. If I don't, maybe I will bleach and dye the tips pink. Seriously, why the fuck not. I just realized I have exactly a month left to be a teenager. Then I have to deal with the frightening circumstance of telling people I'm "20." I know it's not that big a deal and that it's some imaginary threshold- just another stupid "limbo" year. It still feels frikkin' ridiculous and I'm not coping entirely well (let's just say I've decided thatDegrassi Sailor Moon reruns are the best thing about YouTube.. ever, fuck you - I'm having a crisis with my youth at the moment). So yeah.. pink. I guess I'm being a selfish bitch and deciding that I probably won't be donating it, but my ends are so ridiculously split that I don't think I'd feel right giving it away.
Whatever. We'll see. I've never dyed my hair in my life. It would involve bleaching. Sounds like an adventure.
This stupid composition will not right itself. Damnit.
It was a pretty cool trip. We took the bus out past the Fern Ridge Resevoir which we have decided we need to "appreciate" sometime soon (and often).
Otherwise the fair was it's usual crazy self (as I remember from 2 years ago). I suppose we had fun, but basically we realized at the end that we went out exclusively to eat fair food. Haha. It was so worth it though. We had falafel, souvlaki, cookie ice cream sandwiches, and a pint of the most amazingly delicious strawberries I've ever eaten. Seriously, I'm about to explode but my mouth just watered a little thinking about those strawberries. Heidi did buy a pair of earrings, we oggled hippy boys, and we saw the "Girl Circus." So I feel like we had a good enough sampling. We also left with dirty, dusty hippy feet - naturally.
Anyway, so I feel gross right now. Our only saving "grace" as Heidi put it was that we were on our feet all day. Whatever, good motivation to hit the rec EVERY day this week. I think seperately we have slightly twisted consciences but together, all sense of control sort of flies out the window. God.. I don't even want to think about Saturday.
Right now I'm avoiding a stupid Italian composition. It has to be at least 350 words about a particular character from a 6 page reading we just did. I really, really don't want to write it because I'm afraid I won't be able to think of enough to say (which is so rare for me). So right now I'm delaying the inevitable.
I haven't really been posting much publically lately. I hate being all silent and broody, but it happens. I think I'm so used to hanging out with myself now that I forget there is an outside world. Let's just say I really miss my groups - APO, studio, etc.. the people that I could just always expect and count on to be around - to let me vent, to listen to my jokes, to give me attention. It sucks but I feel so withdrawn. There are people here that I know I can hang out with individually, but I think I'm just craving group energy so much. Ugh. Enough weepy emo-ness.
I'm applying for my dream job of the last several months. I don't know if I have a chance at getting it, but it would make me gleeful and get me out of the house and if I had coworkers I would be in a group again.
Dude, I really need a haircut. I've taken to bobby pinning my bangs back everyday because they are long enough to be a nusiance but short enough to not reach the back of my ear. I figure if I get an interview, I will cut it. If I don't, maybe I will bleach and dye the tips pink. Seriously, why the fuck not. I just realized I have exactly a month left to be a teenager. Then I have to deal with the frightening circumstance of telling people I'm "20." I know it's not that big a deal and that it's some imaginary threshold- just another stupid "limbo" year. It still feels frikkin' ridiculous and I'm not coping entirely well (let's just say I've decided that
Whatever. We'll see. I've never dyed my hair in my life. It would involve bleaching. Sounds like an adventure.
This stupid composition will not right itself. Damnit.
