How to Become a Human Lie Detector
Topic: inane websites
Because you know you need to know.

I've got half a mind to leave you
but only half a heart to go

it's been a busy and thoroughly disheartening couple of days. Have been sustained largely by constant positive interaction with The Horde and Treasure.
But I did get my bike fixed, so that's good. Mobility is better than money.

Funnier than Terri Schiavo's blog
"So, today, it's either tell him to stop making you cry or get yourself some better mascara. Hint: Buying better mascara won't involve any yelling, which you hate."
-Bob Powers

I will think of something eventually. I will think of something. Think, kid. I will think of something- I always do.
Now Playing: carry me, ohio - Sun Kil Moon
What's up NOW, John Paul II?
Finished my Falwell biography yesterday and I'll be glad to get that particular volume out of my house.

What the world needs now:
a modestly hot girl to help us through the hard times, you know the kind that are only sorta hot so they don't mess around with other guys
a way to save serious face. The Natalee Webb story has gone too far, as has my (who knew?) distinct lack of friendly interaction with Stephanie. So much energy is wasted on self-justification. It would be sweet if we could just keep a running update on her office, the way we did with Higher One. Sigh.
to wake the expletive up and realize how terrible Sherman Alexie is. Come on. That guy could be great, and instead, no, it's suddenly MY JOB to spell out for his -apparently- numerous fans how sappy it is? Well, I'll do it, but really. I'm busy and my time could be better spent. Catch the heck up, people. (More Faulkner tonight when I go home. )
A more stable food supply. Ian brought in spoils from his Costco run today.. Plenty of Junkfood for all, including peanuts in the shell. Our floor looks like the memorial colesium stands. We're disgusting human beings. And we love peanuts.
to stop skipping class. I don't know why I did this, but I.. wait for it.. skipped class. Definitely not helping my academic standing, which comes in at "abysmal" right now.
to produce meaningful stories. Tomorrow.

numbers
I got paid Friday, to my relief.
But the numbers are not encouraging. By April 1st, I've made $2,073 and change. April 1st is also the day that rent is due, which makes $1,560 dollars paid this year from the 2,073 I've earned.
I've got to think of something else.

when I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw now I go out alone if I go out at all
Now Playing: The Walkmen
Topic: money troubles
Despite an unusually coherent story arc this week, this update will just be tidbits.

Spent Friday night and Saturday with Sarah and Aaron. Opened all the wedding presents and loaded up at Bed, Bath and Beyond. What a hell.
The latest addition to the steaming heaps of bullshit in my life? My car had been towed. Ironically, my neighbor Steve's car, which doesn't run - and which he just wants to haul off to a junkyard - was overlooked. Bring it on, city of Portland. I'm so angry I want to report it stolen.
Sooner or later I'll have to call Dave and tell him I can't move. It's too expensive, and I just don't want to be any farther from PSU right now. Actually it's going to take all my fortitude and money just to take care of business, like getting my car back, putting a dent in my psu bills, fixing my bike, paying my phone bill. With discipline I can afford to stay here through Spring Term, knock on wood. A large factor here is the possibility of moving out with Xian.
Treasure's birthday party last night was the raddest party I can remember. Karaoke at Bush Garden- third karaoke experience this week. (Suki's Tuesday night and The Cheerful with Treasure on Wednesday.)
Had fun with Ryan/Chelsea, Xian, Amanda, Ian, Matt and Leathan last night, but highlight was meeting a lot of people (boys), including some Boyd from PSU, and a pastry chef guy who's supposedly cooking me dinner Thursday. I already know the best-case scenario for this is not what I want. He's cute though. What the hell.
Tasks for this week include fashioning interesting, relevant stories out of several bills, putting something cogent together to document the Webb saga, dreaming up the story that will launch a thousand wishes for something better. And writing letters. I don't do that enough.
More goals for the week: bring food every day, go to every class, do all reading. Return stories to Portland Review. Do taxes. Pay rent and tickets. Pay tickets and tell parents about rasmus; convince them to help me get him out of whatever impound lot he's stuck in, poor dear. The thought of him stuck in an inhospitable lot some where really does tear me up.

Realized this morning my schedule this term gives me hell of access to drinking every night.
hmm.

Now Playing: Long Distance Call
you say you love me darlin
please call me on the phone sometime

Muddy Waters and his plunky ole time guitar are soothing my troubled mind this mornin

Holy Lindy Fralin Humbuckers!
Now Playing: Range life
It's hard to find a good place. I'd love to live at 12th and Yamhill; turns out it's more expensive to share a place there than to stay at the Lair.
Applying in NoPo now, looking into sketchy house-share situations in Southeast.
Not ready for school tomorrow despite my complaints about break.

I never wanted to like Elliott Smith THIS much
Now Playing: Either/Or
I'm pretty much 100 percent sure I never want to go the Montage again.
But then, I've said that before.
Cleaned the Lair in prep for Shadra's visit. Dinner with her, Elizabeth, Annie, Jen Kane (!) and Steven, managing ed for the Emerald. Guy was a blowhard (looking for stand-ins for "pompous obtuse prick").
Shadra reports that Erinn and Ryan are engaged. Good for them. When I'm over being shocked, I will send them big congratulations. Just taking a few minutes to absorb. And feel horrible that we've checked out of each other's life.
Seriously. Sarah's wedding? Great overall. But think what a great day it could have been if our old circle of friends could've had something in common still. Brings me down. How sad is it to see Erin and Naomi exchange phone numbers?
I guess my own isolation doesn't bother me much. It's just me. But when it's obvious other people are holed up in their own miserably private routines, it's my first indication that my loneliness might not be unique or temporary.

I know how to laugh at myself, though-- before I even approach being that person. Check the Mercury's music snob guide. Best. Thing. Today.