It seems like a blogging dry spell has fallen upon me these past few days. I am very sorry to my three loyal visitors. So from the depths of my cozy bed, I introduce to you the latest entry:

Most of the people at work are very friendly and nice. There is one girl who is super cool and slightly reminds me of Daria. She has been nice from day one but not in a fake, over-exaggerated way. My hands are dry and have started to peel in some areas from touching water all day. The life of a busser is truly glamorous. I also need to start learning everyones names, especially my managers. I'm so bad with names (doesn't everyone say that?).

Since reading about the "all who is inside of a car looks like they are riding in a funeral procession" part in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, I've realized how true that is for others and myself. I feel confined in a car, trapped behind glass. Maybe that is why I'm not too fond of driving. I need something more free and open. Instead of buying a car a few years down the road, I might just get an electric bike. If I wasn't so chicken I'd consider a motorcycle. But I'm not that hardcore yet.

Lately I've been going through this miniscule "save the earth" phase. I've been recycling eeevverything at home, and while at work, feeling guilty about throwing a recyclable in the trash. As well as thinking if I had to get a car it would be a hybrid or an even eltectric (if they didn't make them so ugly. Why can't they make "healthy" car good looking?) There is also some good news--if you visited the "saveourvalley" link I posted a few entries back, you'll be glad to know that there will NOT be a power plant going in. The proposal was scrapped after the company classified it as an "unsuitable area with much opposition".

I beat my high score on Pac Man today.

PLUGS: Alex & RJA

I registered to vote yesterday. It was a proud moment in my life. :)

I'm having second thoughts about this dorm thing. Considering I hate public restroom/communal bathrooms, it will be an interesting challenge. See, I need privacy on the throne. I need to sit my little butt down, get relaxed and comfortable to make the best of my bathroom experience. And how could I do that knowing that 5 million other asses have been on that toilet. I'm fine with my own poop germs, but other peoples'?...forget it!

After months of a dry spell in the unemployed but looking life, I have hit some gold. Over the past few days I've had two interviews and two others that I had to shoot down because I landed a job. Wooh! I'll be busing at a local pizza joint. haha And wearing a sweet uniform too.

Plugs: Michelle, Alex, Johnny Crash (aksjdfhaksdhf I love the Bleu Jeans idea. Simply perfect.)

Watch out world, I am armed and so very, very dangerous. I now have an Oregon Foodhandler Card. Beware, because I can legally cook your food. And please, stay out of the danger zone (aka 41-140 degrees).

I think I found my destiny on the working environment, or perhaps a short-lived destiny in retail; owning a jeans store. I don't know why I never thought of this before, but while watching "A Makeover Story" on TLC (shut up, it's my lunch time ritual) it suddenly hit me, and was like, "Omfg this is the coolest idea ever." So I need to think of some good names. Not anything corny like Bean's Jeans, or trendy like Da Sweetest Jeans in Da Hood (because frankly a business would fail miserably no matter what is sold with a name like that). Something hip yet classic is the cure.

Da sweetest commenters in da hood: Johnny Crash, RJA, Michelle, May...you guys are keepers. :)

Last night I had a dream that I wrote the coolest blog entry ever. But to my dismay it never materialized into the conscience world. And I can't quite remember what it was about. For some reason elephants are coming to mind.

No one visits this side anymore. It's sad.

I missed the Elvis movie w/Jonathan Reese Myers. His lips are amazing. I want to be his Valentine (and take that whichever way you want to, ha).

Have you ever wanted something sugary (or any food for that matter) so bad but when you finally eat it, it is just run of the mill and doesn't live up to your sugary dreamy thoughts? BUT THEN you keep doing that and each time you are let down, again and again but you STILL crave it even with knowing the end results. Shit's weird like that.

Helloooo friends. I got my hair cut today. She curled in loose curls so it's all fun and bouncy. And it smells really nice. I contemplated buying the products because lately my hair and been dry and damaged but I didn't want to be set back 2398472984729374 dollars. So I bought a white skirt at Old Navy instead. That justification doesn't work but whatev.

This weekend I'm going to attempt to make a home-made frappuccino. Those things are the shit. (God...it's only Monday..NOO).

So I got to thinking earlier this afternoon, when I'm employed I'm going to blow my first paycheck on over-priced but good quality hair products and make up. It's nice to pamper yourself once in a while.

I have designed a new layout but am not sure if I could put it up quite yet. What are your thoughts? Yes? No?


lmfao That is a classic. This guy's good.