I woke up this morning, at my leasure, next to Sam. I can only describe this as a pleasant experience. After my classes we met up again and biked across the river to watch a wrecking ball work on the side of an old brick school.


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Alright. So a few months ago, maybe in October there was this woman whose home got raided by the humane society- they took a hundred thirty live rabbits out of here house up here in Portland and they found another hundred dead ones in the freezer. Her story is that they died and it's against the law to bury them. Whatever, still crazy ( Read more... )

My eye is twitching, at least, my eyelid. I don't understand since this is something that only happens when I'm stressed out about something, usually too many school assignments at the same time or on one occasion, flying to California alone. It's so very annoying.

Better news though, pineapples are on sale and I bought one.

I've just been eating spaghetti, balanced precariously on my three-legged chair, watching it hail out my window.

Seventeen minutes until the bus comes and I've chosen right now to try to report on the past few months of my life. School started and then my grandfather died. I never really knew him, my mother's family lives in upstate New York and refuses to fly and we only got back to visit them once when I was four. Grampa was just this hard of hearing voice ( Read more... )

After my bike was so rudely stolen some odd weeks ago, I have finally replaced it with a twenty-five dollar beauty acquired ala craigslist. It has rusty bits, makes a faint "huck" noise when ridden and has no fender to protect my behind from splatters, but I see all this as an excellent excuse to spend time at the Portland State bike co-op. Maybe ( Read more... )

I have a huge problem with my new job ( Read more... )

For twenty dollars.


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Good news and bad news today.

I had left my bank card in the ATM on NW 23rd street yesterday (23rd street is a hip area with lots of shops and restaurants. I hardly every go up there because it's fancy enough to the point where I begin to get intimidated.) so I needed to go back and see if it was there. I decided that I would get really serious ( Read more... )

If you believe in Karma you would tell me that I have wronged someone. A Christain would tell me God is testing me. Maybe the broken hand mirror in my bathroom is finally kicking in. Either way you look at it, I appear to be having a patch of bad luck ( Read more... )