eve 6 - promise

yeah, so the moon's really pretty tonight. and happy atmospheres are so much better than drunken hazes. dan's was really fun.
yesterday still makes me smile, though. so as long as i have that.
the lifeguarding thing started today. 38 hours, or something like that, with all these people. at least none of the days will be that long 8 hour haul again. leaving that room was... strange. i was disoriented. taking a nap after didn't help my focusing either.

me first and the gimme gimmes - nothing compares to you (cover)

i had a terrible moment of panic when i got home just now. i walked in the door hauling groceries, feeling pretty independant after a long day of school and work, and coming home to a completely empty house (scott's off somewhere. parents are gone for the weekend.) i called out for my dog but he didn't come running, i assumed he was outside and couldn't hear me. put the groceries away and went upstairs. only to find my dog curled up in the middle of the floor, not moving. i said his name and started talking to him, expecting him to lift his head and look at me or something. usually he sleeps all stretched out, so the curled up thing threw me off. i bent down next to him and started shaking him.. no response. and he was cold. my heart almost stopped. i mean, he's old, he's sick... if he died in my room... it seemed way too likely. fortunately! he woke up and looked at me like i was crazy. which is kind of true. i'm not ready to let the old dog die yet.
i finally met the cool guy with a mohawk. and you know what's even better? he has a webbed toe. and he's born on a leap year (like bob!!). and he likes dissecting stuff. we talked about that, of all things.. anyway. he's cool. i knew he would be. after all, he has a mohawk.
the lady at fred meyer liked my shoes. my beat-up, colored-on, dirt-covered, holey vans from 9th grade. she said they looked comfortable. i agreed.
spring break has started! and you know what? i probably won't do anything stupid the whole time. i'm going to be responsible and intelligent and stay focused... ha! well, we'll see.
oh! i just remembered something from school today! we had a free day in weight training today. so tuey and i left and got emerald city smoothies. she almost got pulled over for doing 70 on 320th, but the cop thought it was the lady behind us. so we got out smoothies and we figured the guy who gave them to us is gay, 'cause he was talking to a customer about working at starbucks, and then later as we were driving back, a guy at a stop light asked us if brian was working there. "the blonde guy?" "yeah that's him!" so. coming back, baker asked about the smoothies. and get this. he actually believed us when tuey said she'd gotten them herself, and i stayed there.

third eye blind - god of wine

about a week ago, brent and i were standing outside looking up at the sky. a jet was rumbling by, you know how they do that, heading toward the airport. brent then pointed way up high at a jet leaving a trail of white behind it. i, stupidly, asked "how does it make that trail?" he explained how it's because of how high and how fast it's going. i pause. "so.. what kind of plane is it then?" he told me and i smacked myself. duh! i felt so stupid... the sad thing is that i know, of course, that jets do that. i've known it for a long time. however, living here where i can always see the underbelly of every plane passing overhead, i completely forgot that they don't always travel at that height. ... yeah, i was reminded of that today.
oh! and ryan ran into a bank. we sat out in the parking lot with rags and cleaner and tried to get the paint off, and eventually figured out it was easier to just scrape and peel with our bare hands. my hands are now stained black. it's neat.

matchbox twenty - time after time (acoustic)

remind me to look up ali baba and the forty theives. and scheherazade.
i've finally figured out where i got that annoying knack for pestering from. my mom. duh. should've been obvious, right? she comes home and wants to know where the pizza is. then the mail. then she wants me to feed the dog. "i'm bored." "maybe you should feed the dog?" "ugh, it's 8 already?" "yeah, shouldn't you feed the dog now?" "it's cold in here." "it'd get warmer if you fed the dog." "so what are you going to use the crock pot for?" "maybe i'll tell you once you feed the dog." the nice thing is that none of it is meant to be the mom-style pestering. behind everything she said, you could tell she was laughing inside. and yes, i fed the dog.
tommy bought me a slurpee today. we sat in his car 'n talked for about half an hour, listening to third eye blind (yeah! we've both got that cd in our cars!)
at some point today, i'm not sure exactly when... steph and me and someone else? brought up vacationing in hell, tanning by the lake of fire. for some reason that image has stuck in my head all day, bright and clear and... weird. it's just weird. but cool too.

jimmy eat world - seventeen

i've been preoccupied all day, i'm dead tired now and no, i'm not going to do my homework, thanks. however, first thing i saw when i got online was a message from jon.
Auto response from missinglunchbox: what do you think i'm doing?
SNESLinkX: You are bob sledding!?????
SNESLinkX: You are truly awe inspiring
SNESLinkX: why, just last month you were conducting brain surgery
SNESLinkX: now you are bob sledding!!!!????
SNESLinkX: what's next?
SNESLinkX: Juggling Chainsaws in the special olympics??
SNESLinkX: oh my wonderful Chelsea
laughed out loud and thought it was the funniest damn thing i've heard all day, until i checked my email and got this from jessika.
There are only eleven times in history where the "F" word has been considered acceptable for use. They are as follows:
11. "What the fuck do you mean we are sinking?"
-- Capt. E.J. Smith of RMS Titanic, 1912
10. "What the fuck was that?"
-- Mayor Of Hiroshima, 1945
9. "Where did all those fucking Indians come from?"
-- Custer, 1877
8. "Any fucking idiot could understand that."
-- Einstein, 1938
7. "It does so fucking look like her!"
-- Picasso, 1926
6. "How the fuck did you work that out?"
-- Pythagoras, 1260
5. "You want WHAT on the fucking ceiling!?"
-- Michelangelo, 1566
4. "Where the fuck are we?"
-- Amelia Earhart, 1937
3. "Scattered fucking showers, my ass!"
-- Noah, 4314 BC
2. "Aw c'mon. Who the fuck is going to find out?"
-- Bill Clinton, 1999
1. "Geez, I didn't think they'd get this fucking mad."
-- Sadaam Hussein, 2003
after both of these knee-slapping moments, i've decided that i need to sleep.

exploited - sex and violence

as soon as i finished washing the buick, my brothers took it to bellingham. i don't know why i bother.
other than that? i painted my toenails pink!

rancid - ruby soho

hey there! i'm home!
i've said it before a thousand times. i'll keep saying it every chance i get. long beach is the most wonderful place on earth.
right after school on friday i took off in the pouring rain. the second i walked in the door, everything was beautiful. elaina and i watched the lizzie macguire movie, second-guessing what would happen against her mom, who'd already seen it. yelling at the tv when she didn't kiss gordo, because it made the whole movie worthless. i watched the junior miss loyalty thing, and we laughed hysterically when the little boy/girl on the end of the jellybean chior went into epyleptic shock. we randomly showed up at a highschool dance, which was the best thing to happen because david just happened to be there! it's got to be some conspiracy, every time i show up in long beach, david's there too. i love it! so after that we went into the backwoods to micheal's house, where it smells constantly like cedar smoke. we went a little back into the woods, where michael's dad makes trails when he gets bored.
driving home, elaina had a moment with another truck on the road by her house. "that truck and i both know we're not supposed to be back here."
saturday officially started in the evening, when we got william's camera and went to her own pageant. david and i got to be her parents (i still have ELAINA MAMA written on my arm) and we got all of her terrible, terrible dancing skills on tape. i can't wait until i get a copy of it! elaina won miss friendship though, which is good for her! she is definitely the friendliest girl i know. so to celebrate, we went to the only 24-hour minimart in astoria and ate tacos. we watched snl at some girl's house, then drove out to the warf and watched the lighthouse across the water. we came home at 1:30 am and fell asleep talking.
this morning we went to seaside and met up with louis the mexican! he is so very cool, he sounds just like someone i know but i couldn't figure it out. it's going to drive me insane.. anyhow. it was beautiful weather. the sun was shining, a light breeze was blowing, and the beach was absolutely beautiful, of course.
i was officially on the road home at 5, stopped at the gas station in montesano and drank a monster energy drink on the trunk of the buick. i can't really explain this feeling in me right now, only that i'm bursting to full with happiness. people are wonderful. my life is in long beach. it's a revival for me every time to be down there, to be around my cousin and to be a part of that community. and do you know what the best part is?
elaina's coming up here in two weeks!!
"milo, stop stepping on the chickens!"