oh yeah, another thing. where the hell did all these allergies come from? i feel like my eyes are being perpetually steeped inside a vat of orange juice, then taken out and rolled in flour. they’re dry and itchy and annoying. someone might as well take a hot poker and stab me in the eyes every five minutes. i was itching my eyes vehemently the other day, and my dad told me to stop, because that’s how his eyes got so bad (he legally can’t drive at night now), and he busted out this bottle of super duper eye drop medicine (prescription b!) that made my eyes feel fine for the rest of the day.

i was about ready to shoot myself half way through my japanese class. cold-calls + me not understanding a damn word = frustration and embarassment. i sat in the back of the room, struggled trying to read the kanji, then subsequently got all negative because i couldn’t remember a damn word of japanese. my teacher, however, remembers me from a couple years ago, when i was in her class for first year.

and i sat there, regretting this stupid choice to take this stupid class, and was kicking myself for not having taken an easier language. i’m not all that interested in japanese anymore, i mean, i love the movies, i love the modern literature, but dammit, why couldn’t i have just stuck to a romance language?

anyways. enough whining. i need to do some homework.

someone takes a photograph / a picture while their sweetheart laughs / a perfect moment in a flash of light / counting back from 3 to 1 / that’s exactly what you’ve done / and i’m so unsurprised / i remember, i remember why i dream in black & white:

so this is it. i’m not pleased with much except the color change. this layout may be short lived. at least until i have more time to put into a better one. next year sometime.

so i’m back in seattle now. i woke up this morning at 630 and hoped on a bus to oakland. 2 hours later, i got there, had a muffin, bought some batteries, and sat around until my flight. i got to read a few more stories from that raymond carver book that i started reading oh so long ago, and god if it isn’t depressing as hell, but those are damn fine stories. i think my favorite now is distance, followed very closely by what we talk about when we talk about love.

not looking forward to school tomorrow, bright and early.

this post was actually written the other night, but aol and blogger don’t mix very well.

i had a flight into oakland airport this morning, i got into oakland around two, and i wandered around the airport for a few minutes until i found the bus to the bart station. i tried to get money out of my account (which is empty, save for a few bucks) and successfully did so, putting my bank account into overdrawn mode.

with the $20 bucks i fandangled from the bank, i bought put 5 bucks on my bart card and headed out to berkeley. i wandered around there for a while, and had lunch at intermezzo (half a veggie sandwich and a salad, thank you), and then headed through campus to meet my mom.

waiting at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop, just looking around, i saw dan walking down the street. (i’m berkeley, remember? this isn’t normal). i went over there, had a quick chat, pointed him towards telegraph then hurried back to the vanpool busstop to head north.

i didn’t tell anyone i was coming down, so i’m stuck at the parent’s home, writing about nothing in particular. miguel called me and asked if i could pick him up from the airport. sadly, it’d be a long drive for me to the
airport.

at least i get to watch cartoons here. i’ll also, most likely, end up catching some behind the music, too, because i do nothing else here. remember last time?

i went to the grocery store with my mom earlier and had fun playing with things and acting like a kid. i think my mom enjoyed it too, because she kept having to tell me to stop punching the meet or juggling apples. the funnest game to play in the grocery store is the game where i try to embarass alison by singing whatever music is playing overhead (for example, i mimicked ric ocasek when the cars where on, whilst singing into a banana).

this is the most disjointed post thus far. won’t let that stop me now.

i start school monday. blech. 830-100 everyday. me and japanese will be good friends, or fatal enemies by the end of the summer.

oh silly me, i forgot to mention that i saw the lucksmiths the other night at the graceland, and they were awesome. they’re coming back around in july, and must remember to take pictures or record something when they do.

sadly, i forgot that death cab is playing tomorrow night at the showbox with bright eyes and mates of state. boo! to me for missing that. boo! i say.

i’ve been home clowning around on the internet for a few hours now, and it’s a dumb dial up, so i’m wasting more time than usual sitting around and waiting. i think i might go rent a movie.

i’m going to end this rollercoaster post for now. more later maybe, because i’m so goddamned bored.

was i high last night? that last post didn’t make much sense. it was weird, and out of place. i had dinner at ben’s last night, because it was his birthday. i played dj and ate a phat (fat?) piece of chicken. james brought hamburger patties that were shaped like bear claws. it was one of the strangest things i’d seen in a while. i spelled annoyance wrong in that last post, too.

i’m going to california this weekend, on a whim, because tickets are cheap. alaskaair, $88 bucks to oakland. still trying to decide whether i get the 630 am flight (which in all liklihood, would set me up to miss the flight pretty easily), or the 918 pm flight (which makes one less day in the bay area). i figured i could hang out in berkeley all day if i actually make my flight at 630, but how am i going to get to the airport? i need a cafe intermezzo fix. i would like to scour the bargain bins at amoeba, but right now i’m a fucking pauper.

also, can’t get the re-design up, because there’s template editing troubles in blogger land. more bore later.

everytime I pin down what I think I want It slips away - the ghost slips away:

it’s like a phone call at 8 in the morning. who would be calling at 8 in the morning? maybe it’s important. i don’t have a phone in my room. if you call enough, i’ll get up and answer it, assuming it’s important. in most cases it isn’t. in most cases, it’s a telemarketer or something of the sort. an annoynace. it’s an annoyance that you could have avoided, provided you just ignored it’s beckoning call.

the moral? ignore those calls when you’ve got everything you need in front of you. especially if you’ve got everything you need in front of you.

new design in the works. week long summer vacation has begun. have done nothing all day. feels good.

on another note, i heard a song of aveo’s new cd the other day and i must say that i was quick to judge them after seeing them live. sure, the music is a little strange at first when you hear it live, and they are a little scary at first, but after i heard the recording, and all the levels were fine and i could concentrate on what i was hearing (instead of just being blasted away), i guess, um … what i’m trying to say is … they sounded pretty good. about my previous comments, i was wrong. i’ll probably pick it up someday.

this weekend was:

• going to the airport, taking 99 back twice, i-5 once (and regretting it)
• getting annoying with people in cars that weren’t me
• going to graduation, staying for 45 minutes before getting bored
• driving downtown for 20 minutes looking for some place to park, and feeling stupid when realizing there was valet parking right in front of the place (and for only 5 bucks)
• eating dinner at an overpriced restaraunt with snooty maitres d’s
• having dinner again at another restaraunt with an over-friendly concierge and large beers that embarassed me and bartenders that looked at me funny
• driving through a sea of kids at 1 in the morning, in the ghetto
• wished this 72 hour family marathon were over

lands farther east is playing at the graceland monday. the lucksmiths are playing in portland (at the meow meow) on monday, and in seattle (graceland) on weds. the revolutionary hydra, the cantankerous collective (robbie and someone else), and martin youth auxiliary (chris from death cab), and rick and i (as circus of the stars) are playing at secluded alley works on june 30th. more on this later.

faster than i ever thought that i could run:

okay, so i lied about weds. being the day that things get back to normal and me updating all the time. things have been hectic lately, and i haven’t been getting much sleep, but it’s all fine, because i’m having fun.

today is graduation day, and then more family stuff. this is crazy.

and my stomach continues its coup d’etat. i’ve been incessantly whiny lately, mostly about my stomach and my back, the two hemispheres of my mid region that are warring against each other for control over my entire body. sadly, the government which is me as a whole is losing this battle. if we were communists, everyone would (theoretically) be happy. in order to reach that state, however, there needs to be a natural evolution/revolution that leads to this transition. perhaps stomach and back’s uprisings have something to do with this.

if so, my only question is, when will the war be over?

and i’ve been meaning to ask, wire: what’s up with the lack of seattle dates?