sunny day real estate - killed by an angel


michael kimbrough, no, not the one from beamer. this guy's from long beach. william funk, also hailing from long beach. and david saunders!! also from long beach, but he lives in portland now and goes to college there and i love him.
let's see. i'm not wearing underwear, my socks are all sweaty and smelly, my hands are covered in dried white powder, and i'm too lazy to fix the shirt that i accidentally put on backwards.
ahh, such is the life of the menial labor class.
actually, it wasn't so bad today. really, i'm sorry to only have work to talk about, but it's where the most exciting things actually happen, sadly.
ryan was working so we sat in the guard room and did crossword puzzles for a really long time. then we played connect four on a little hand held computer game. i talked to stephanie on my cell phone for about an hour in the back of the girl's locker room.
the HIGHLiGHT! of the day was: cleaning! haha, no what's sad is that i'm actually serious. i was in the middle of wiping down the girl's bathroom mirror when tosha runs in, eating a snickers, and says "chelsea! i've been trying to find you!"
see, when they have swim meets, there are always refreshments for the swimmers. and sometimes there are leftovers. now, this was a very easy meet - there was practically nothing to clean up because no one was being messy. so, there were lots and lots of left-over food stuffs, with a sign that said "For the Staff!" tosha didn't tell anyone about this. there was a fridge full of yogurt and juice and vegetable and fruit platters. next to the fridge was a large stack of costco goldfish cracker boxes, more fruit, muffins, crackers, trail mix, etc. mind you, this is all costco-sized bulk stuff. so, in the other room, we had a counter covered in licorice and snickers and cookies and pretzels and granola bars and lots of other stuff. and under a table were knee-high stacks of soda.
so umm... yeah tosha and i grabbed a giant rolling dumpster and filled it with all the food we wanted, then put a few cardboard boxes on top and pretended to roll it out to the trash. we packed the trunks of our cars with food and got away with it, without anyone knowing! it was great! we were running around in the freezing cold, laughing our asses off because the most we've heard of pool attendants taking might be a 6-pack they hide for later.
and umm... that's pretty much it. boring day, if'n i do say so myself.

afi - paper airplanes



ack! this sucks so bad, the only things i have to talk about are what i did at work. which was basically nothing, besides talk to ryan and jaimie. oh, and get my boss into an indignant rage that i'm getting my lifeguarding training at the rival pool. "fine, but you're working for us first!" sure, he was joking around... but no, he was serious, too. scary.
i called steph during my last 15 minutes at work and we worked out a few random details for saturday, looks like i won't be able to sleep in very much after all. i'll probably end up passing out on her couch during the afternoon.
grant got in an accident on tuesday. some huge thing that backed up rush hour traffic. story goes, changing lanes incident, him and another car got the bad end of each other, jeep ends up in oncoming traffic and grant bounced around on the barriers of both sides. he's fine, the other guy's fine, both the police and insurance companies want to go easy... but this is still going to follow him around for a while. after all, most of it was his fault/confusion.
so, yeah. i just realized i won't have any time to shave my legs saturday morning. guess i'll just have to do it at tuey's.
these days, i can't seem to decide if i want to be childishly immature or intelligently mature. and then i realize, if i'd stop trying to make decisions on who i want to be, it'll be a lot easier to figure out.
oh, right. today in anatomy, rai reminded me of when i used to have all these crazy characters running around in my head, that i meant to use for a story one day. there were so many... in fact, i found one of the lists! i'm too embarassed to do the details, but the names are pretty cool.
kaila danes. danie allegra smith. robert smith. reese laut. keren maria munoz. kristina nicole turner. christopher john graham. matt callahan mchale. umm.. the others aren't so cool.
although, there's one that i've always liked. inspired by one of my favorite songs, offspring's "kids aren't allright." 20 year old ginny jones and her 4 year old daughter haylee. i had so many stories about those two.

fear - i love livin' in the city



lizzy! my most schizo friendship ever. one day we hate each other, one day we love each other, the next one of us is crying while the other one yells. i have so much fun with this girl!
today was absolutely no exception. come home and the first thing she does is take a shower while i write up my grocery shopping list. i dropped her off at jason's and did some chore stuff, like cleaning the kitchen. you know. that stuff.
my mom just came in and thanked me profusely for several minutes for doing that. she loves me, she really loves me!
5 o'clock-ish, i went back to jason's, to watch their band practice! and they are very good, except their second guitarist wasn't there and it was a little odd. but they were still good, so it was cool.
however! now here is the very funny part. all these guys were cool, i'd hang out with them any ol' day. but liz, she always has to be involved in things, you know? she has to be the one to get all the credit, she has to be responsible for everything good. this can be very, VERY irritating. in fact, there hasn't been a case yet when it hasn't been a pain in the ass.
anyway. she tried to hook me up with the bassist. siiiigh. i'm sure he's nice and all but he's just... not right? it's the charisma, personality and stuff that grabs my attention more than anything else and this guy was kinda shy, didn't add much to the conversations. so. it was a dud and it made things a little awkward.
also, every person in the room lit up about half an hour after i got there, so i reek of cigarette smoke. i don't like cigarettes. and while i can handle other people doing it, it was just... weird. being the only one just sitting there. it reminded me of the days when i used to smoke (8th, 9th) and i realized more than ever that i was really dumb to ever think it was something i wanted to do.
anyway, other than that! wednesday's are now our days, band practice days, for me and liz to hang out and to meet the band and their friends and just sit around listening to them play half the time, and then jason's mp3's the rest of the time.
i did something very, very bad today. i'm sorry. see, jason didn't want all the hamsters he has anymore. he had, what, 7? anyway. liz and i released them into the wild. we kinda figured they'd like getting back to their roots, right? well, i feel like scum for it, even though it's hilariously funny(!) at the same time. so feel free to hit me or hug me tomorrow, whichever you think is the appropriate reaction to this little event.
sooo yeah that's about it! i bought lots of food today at the store, bulk-type things, like macaroni and ramen and soup. right now i'm gonna go eat some pears, though.

juliana theory - emotion is dead (CD)



that's us. me, left, and steph tuey, right. we'd been meaning to take the pot head pictures for weeks, but only got around to it about a week ago. so there's we are! haha, steph ran into a wall when she was trying to walk through a door. and then we rammed heads and... it was fun.
so this is what it's like to be happy! i'd forgotten. i went for so long being unhappy or uncomfortable and unable to just relax and smile, genuinely smile. i'm not exactly sure how it happened, but something changed.
last night i did talk to matt for a little bit. he asked, so i told him that yes, i was unhappy. and in the course of trying to figure out why, i realized i really don't want to be feeling sorry for myself over this. so i told him, nicely of course, to drop the subject and talk to me about how he's going to abduct me to canada.
and since then i've felt better. i think i had a dream about when liz and i used to go to 7-11 and eat ice cream on the side of the road, and order fried rice for 50 cents at peking wok. we had fun. and i've figured it out - wishing for something better won't change anything. i just need to be satisfied with what i've got.
and after today, i am.
it's strange, though, how work has gotten to be such a huge part of my life. not the extra days irene tacks on, but my usual schedule, tuesdays and thursdays. those are good days.
i talked to jaimie about the sat's. how she did and how i think i did and how we both guessed for almost every comparison question. that set me up right away for a good day, and then irene pretty much had nothing for me to do that whole day, so it was even better.
good thing number 3. i ran into roman again, we talked for a long while about stuff in general. his little brother has pneumonia.. i felt bad about that but he didn't seem too worried. he's also interested in working at the aquatic center, so i told him what he'd have to do and, yeah. that'd be cool if he got a job.
so not 2 minutes after roman left i ran into alan, 'n we talked for a while about more stuff in general. i don't really remember, actually.
good thing number 5! this one's the best. i was walking down the hallway past the guy's lockerroom, and could hear them showering. and a big group of them were singing "you are my sunshine" at the top of their lungs. (!!!) i almost died. it was so funny, i just started grinning like mad and when i walked out onto the deck i saw russ, and i promise, i did try to stop smiling at least until i got up to him. but of course i couldn't help it. i started grinning like mad about 10 feet from him and... well, it reminded me of the day i met jon at the mall, where we were walking toward each other and laughing and there really wasn't any reason, it was just so cool to see him again.
anyway. i talked to russ for a while when i was sitting around waiting for my shift to end. and this guy... he's too perfect. loud and funny and childish (he was rolling around the guard room on a razor skooter) and just... really nice. but he's still got that asshole feel to him that steph's mom and i have agreed is essential.
so. i'm taking steph's advice and forgetting about liking him. and think of him like a big brother, goofball friend, instead. because 24 is a lot older than 16.
my parents bought a twelve pack of diet coke. i've got 8 empty cans of it in my room right now. oops! so much for kicking the addiction - this has been in the last two days alone.

gin blossoms - follow you down



right up there? we've got a picture. a beautiful picture. you probably can't grasp the full meaning of its beauty, of why i love it so very, very much.
you see, that picture was taken in long beach.
the first person on the left is matt. i went to junior prom with him when i was a freshman. so officially, he's my prom date. and we wrote tons to each other when he was in the air force. and he's just... i love him! lovable and cuddly and every time i see him he picks me up and swings me around and wraps me in a great big hug until i'm squished. he's the best!
then there's greg. he's just cool. i met him last time i was down there and he showed me all the pictures of the girls who are in love with him. he's got a bit of an ego, but he's also a very cool person. he took one of my bracelets for his collection and thinks i hate him. it's cool.
and last we have william, the master of weird hair colors. he's had everything i can think of, and he's been my favorite since i first met him when he was talking about studying the kama sutra. he's perfect, i tell you, with his nifty hello kitty wallet and cell phone plates, and his weird shirts, and his outgoing crazy personality that makes everyone he's around feel special. he's also partially blind in his left eye, because it got shot while he was paintballing.
anyway! so these next few days i'm going to be putting up pictures like this for you all, because i got a roll of film developed with tons of beautiful pictures on it. however, these will only be my favorites, so if you want to see allll the pictures, go to my website! they're beautiful.
guess what! this is, officially, the one year anniversary for my blog! i'm almost considering switching to xanga, since some kind of cult seems to have sprung up with that, but now i'm commited. i'm sticking with my blog and that's that! i'll have no more of your arguments!
so today i ran and then tuey and i went bra shopping! we almost died over the 50% off underwear bins, 'n we got some pretty nifty underwear and such. i also bought some jewelry to wear for winter ball, and it would have been PERFECT, except the beads aren't the right color. crap! so wednesday i'll probably return them and buy something else. mother said it was okay.
speaking of mother. she came in and was wanting to see what i bought, and the jewelry was in my bathroom so while i was showing it to her she started commenting on how gross the bathroom is. i swear, i've become a bitch lately, because immediately i set in on why scott irritates me so much. he's gross and dirty and needs to grow up and take responsibility for the way he's screwed up his life. so, yeah. my mom left and came back a couple minutes later to make a compromise with me. this was totally unexpected, but i'm happy about it. they're not going to make me clean for my cell phone anymore, since they gave scott and brent cell phones too. instead they'll pay me $10 an hour for all the housecleaning i do, and the money i earn will either be given in cold hard cash, or taken away from the "money i owe my parents" fund. which is currently about $100, and will soon grow once i find time to go jeans 'n t-shirt shopping.
oh and at work? tosha and i cleaned all the bleachers, yippee, it happens all the time. february's going to be a crap month for work. every monday, tuesday, thursday, and friday. fridays 3-10:30. and then one all-day sunday. ugh.
at least i know i won't be doing this forever. lifeguard training in april. then i'll have a new job.
after work i went to her house and ate the best pasta roni ever made on earth. her house is cool, they buy everything in bulk and her kitchen table is covered in fake flowers, since her mom and aunt are thinking about going into some kind of flower business.
so umm.. i probably have more to say but i'm afraid of carpal tunnel, still. i know i'm getting it. but what to do? i don't know how to fix my keyboard for it.
oh right! and ryan says i should put shout outs for all the people who read this. so.
ryan~! you're the coolest mohawkin' dude i've ever met! thank you sooo much for letting me touch it that one day, you rock my socks!
tuey~! kick him. kick him hard. and then take a picture! and always, if you have someone to shoot, i'm here to help!
tobias~! (?) not sure if he still reads this, but i miss you! we never talk anymore, it's like we're drifting apart... *sigh* ... don't ever forget the spinning chair!
ryan~! (the other one) man buddy, so sorry about saturday, guess the presents will just have to wait another month, huh?
and everyone else? i don't know who you are. let me know though, and i'll feel honored that you take time to read about my life.

rancid - time bomb

so! the story goes like this - william, no show. should've guessed. he went back to long beach at 10 this morning, which makes me sad but, oh well. i still had a grand ol' time today! i got my pictures from long beach developed! they also include a few drunken shots from christmas. they're gorgeous. i'll scan them later tonight when the parentals won't see them. but... they're beautiful. trust me. i love them.
i fell down though, when i was coming back from getting the pictures. tripped on the cement in front of my door, and faceplanted into the cement porch. ouch! i ripped up my knees, and there's even a small hole in the godly jeans now. and now i have hello kitty bandaids all over my knees. i feel 5 years old again! and i love the feeling.
it's funny, though. at the same time i feel like a little kid, i also feel old. too old. like. driving in the car with stephanie today, and she's talking about her and brandon, and i realized, y'know, we're not kids anymore. we're 16, 17 years old. i have a crush on a 24 year old - she's in a 8, 9 month relationship. we're not going to go back to the ol' days of innocence - from here it's just life. we're not imagining what it'll be like to be older and have freedom anymore - we're practically there already. soon our decisions won't have anything at all to do with the limits our parents set on our lives, because they simply won't be able to stop us. it's crazy.
and so i feel old.
but, anyway. i also got a dress for winter ball today! we had fun at the store, we grabbed lots of pretty dresses, mostly just for the fun of trying them on. but we only had an hour, and the store was low on staff, so they kicked us out of the fitting rooms after we'd only tried on one dress. so i went for the pretty one we both liked, and i bought it. then we leisurely-ish looked at shoes. i found the ones i've always, always dreamed of having - we were both looking at them and steph's like "they're hooker shoes." i started grinning, then cracking up because yes, they are! i've always wanted hooker shoes! whatever, they're beautiful.
the dress is gorgeous. you should see it. i originally wanted some kind of funky dress, like 50's style white with black polka dots and a red sash, with that thick starchy black stuff under the skirt. and i didn't find one exactly like that, but it was close. but the dress i got... it was the second one we saw, it's this gray silvery material, soft and shiny and it kind of shifts from silver to almost black. over it is this black mesh that splits right under the boob-area so you can see the pretty shiny material of the skirt. it's got these black shiny beads all over making this cool design - i love it. i really, truly love it. it's going to be just like my prom dress, i know it, i'm going to walk around the house in it for days for no reason.
i'm gonna go look at those pictures again. i love them.

greenday - church on sundays

i seem to be having a lot of dreams about nudity lately. a couple days ago i was walking around federal way, only it was empty like in 28 days later. last night jessika and i were walking around my house topless, like we did in 5th and 6th grade. it was... weird. what's nudity supposed to mean in dream interpretations, anyway?
hm. i should get ready for church now.