i'm starting to like computers. i guess isolation will do that to you. at this rate, by the end of this year i'll be a computer wizard! and by that i mean i'll be able to download all by myself and maybe finally figure out how to change my profile picture ( Read more... )

i can't stand anyone today and i don't know why. doesn't help that i have to deal with these fucking morons usung the darkroom right now. i keep hearing crashes but i'm afraid to even go up there before i have to. the dumbass couldn't even figure out that you have to turn the stereo ON before it will play cds, ican't even imagine what kind of ( Read more... )

worked, for the seventh straight day (filling in as cashier so my coworker could go to her daughter's baptism). leaving work, tired hangover and really confused about the whole manager thing and the padding on my handlebars randomly snaps and starts falling off, so i rip off any remainders. bad idea ( Read more... )

i feel so white trash but i have a HUGE crush on my manager, and he flirts back. he goes to the art institute and he has this short film assignment that he asked me to help him with, which i so articulately responded to with "YEAH! wait, what?" i am such a dumbass around guys i want to kiss. but despite it all i was going to have an excuse to ( Read more... )

i thought that the hardest part about being in olympia on may 5 would be getting cinco de mayo off from a mexican restaurant but apparently that was the easiest detail. so far the only viable option is a ride from a guy on craigs list who wanted us to understand that he is "stoner friendly". why do i feel like this is going to be a common theme ( Read more... )

this is my last-ditch effort. this is me, pretending like i don't care, like i'm just scribbling down random thoughts that are so easy to tell him. i'm so sick of this shit ( Read more... )

but i swear to God that sometimes it really seems like a lot of people can read my mind and then respond to it. i was all paranoid about writing to a writer, and then the first sentence of his response was that i should try my hand a writing because i write a good letter. (ho ho, well mr. bigshot, actually i did try my hand at writing in the ( Read more... )

i hate writing to writers i'm trying to impress. i get so self-concious and overly critical over e-mails he's probably just skimming over, but ahh shit. shouldn't even matter, but it does. i really, REALLY, want this. so, finally some time next week i'm meeting with the writer from ride uk to show him my photos and see if he still wants to work ( Read more... )

today was like trying to run under water. all day, and every one else at work seemed to be having the same problem. i'm getting really tired of studying spanish but still not knowing what people are saying most of the time.

debra gave me these fake glasses that aren't corrected last week, so for kicks i wore them yesterday and i noticed something i hadn't thought to anticipate: people took me more seriously. same thing happened when i died my hair brown and it really pisses me off.
anyways, things are better. i think my wave of bad luck finally rolled over.