I think I caught something at Bryant.
Damn kids.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Bathhouse people!
Coffee this week will be at Zoka's by greenlake, I have randomly decided just because. The address is 2200 North 56th Street. It's very near Shana's house, which I think all of you have been to. Spread the word! Email, call, livejournal, whatever! I'm lazy, do it for me! and I hope to see you there. At 11:00, as it will always be.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Attention Bathhouse People! (everyone else ignore this)
We don't see each other often enough during the school year. To remedy this, Charlotte and I are finally getting off the ground that whole weekly seeing each other thing. I encourage you to link, email, or do as you will with this post to get it to anyone who you don't think will see it and should.
The plan: Every sunday at 11:00am we meet at a different cafe somewhere in the city. The closer to downtown the better, for bus purposes. We eat, drink, and talk until we decide whether or not we want to do something else after. This way people who have homework (or college applications) can still come, have coffee, and see everybody without having to commit more than an hour or two, and people who want to continue to do things can plan from there.
What I need from you: Cafe ideas! I know a few, but I bet you all know more. Comment!
For our first time, let's say this sunday, 11:00, Dilettante in westlake. Be there, and make sure other people are too!
The plan: Every sunday at 11:00am we meet at a different cafe somewhere in the city. The closer to downtown the better, for bus purposes. We eat, drink, and talk until we decide whether or not we want to do something else after. This way people who have homework (or college applications) can still come, have coffee, and see everybody without having to commit more than an hour or two, and people who want to continue to do things can plan from there.
What I need from you: Cafe ideas! I know a few, but I bet you all know more. Comment!
For our first time, let's say this sunday, 11:00, Dilettante in westlake. Be there, and make sure other people are too!
Monday, September 18, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
As I rationalize and describe the nuances of my daily life to the quazi-public eye, I cannot help but wonder: why?
I have spent most of the past two days playing videogames and deciding not to do things. I wonder if there is a correlation. If I become a research psychologist, maybe I'll perform a double-blind study on that.
I have spent most of the past two days playing videogames and deciding not to do things. I wonder if there is a correlation. If I become a research psychologist, maybe I'll perform a double-blind study on that.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Rantings and Recap
Shopping is surprisingly tolerable, when the company is good. Abbey has very sexy new boots. Kaya a very pretty dress, and Gabe a replacement Lip Smackers (for the one I destroyed).
Desperate Housewives continues to be amazing. I have now watched 16 episodes, and I cannot wait to see more.
Plans falling through sucks.
Katt and I went on an adventure on friday. We walked over to discovery park, and had a fairly mundane but pleasant stroll until at the lookout we decided to go down to the beach. But we didn't use just any route- no, we were feeling rebellious and wild and needed to go over the side of the sand dunes. There's a nice steep, sandy, winding little path/slide down it. It's where all the drunk teenagers go. At the bottom, there is a tiny little trail that winds through the dense woodland, and eventually down to the beach. When the tide is out. When the tide is in, the main trail ends abruptly with nowhere to go. The tide was, of course, in. So, we wandered back along a side path, and found this amazing little open space in the brush filled with tiny rivulets and logs bridging them. It was one of those amazing places that reverts you back to your 7 year old self, making you want to build forts and climb trees and dig lakes in the miniscule streams or create intricate damming systems just to watch the water flow in different ways. After getting in touch with our inner children, Katt and I decided to follow along (in) the stream, just to see where it could take us. As luck would have it, before long we found a short drop off (with some roots to aid climbing) right down to fair-sized hill of sand and then the beach. I had the fortune to try the route down with sand too lightly packed to support a human being at the bottom, and ended up sliding down the entire hill to the beach in a dusty mess. The tide was in too far to get all the way back to the path up from the beach along the beach, so we also got the pleasure of wading through a cesspool of thick, nasty, sludgy seaweed. It felt like walking through a lake of feces. We made friends with some folks who had taken more or less the same route as us, and headed home. We saw a couple carrying a massive machete, covered in what could have been blood, but was probably blackberry juice (given the number of blackberries they were carrying).
I got a ton of sand in my cell phone and camera while going down the dune, messing up the sound on first and more or less ruining the second. The lens is jammed and can't close, and it won't start up right. Luckily, my parents got the complete super no questions asked year and a half warranty, so I can take it in and get it fixed for free. Just, no pictures for a little while.
Katie came over after Katt left, and Jayke joined us for awhile. Much Desperate Housewives was watched, and it was still a lot of fun despite having already seen all but the last episode of it with Kaya and Gabe. We also went stargazing, which was as awesome as always. I stayed up until like 9:30, when I crawled up to bed and slept until 2:00, when my slightly annoyed brother brought me my cell phone, which had been called a total of thirteen times by Gabe and Kaya (and my home phone had been called another 3. In retrospect, I don't know why my brother didn't answer it). I think they were mad at me for sleeping that late, which is silly because I sleep in until 2:00 all the time, when I can. Granted, I would have slept in until 4:00 or 5:00 had I not been woken, but even so. My sleeping patterns are my own. I guess I can understand why they wanted to get ahold of me so badly, since the sleepover that we had planned could no longer be done and our only choice was to hang out during the day, but we couldn't hang out during the day anyway since I had no ride until later and Kaya didn't want to drive anywhere and Gabe couldn't even get a ride to her house anyway. I was in position to follow along with the original plan (Gabe had suggested going over to his house at like 7:00ish), and be perfectly rested for it and ready for an overnight, and that's all that matters. I felt bad that I couldn't accommodate the changes, but neither could they.
Huh, I hadn't realized that was bothering me that much.
I've resubscribed to World of Warcrack. I'm sick of all my other games, and want something to do when I'm not otherwise busy.
I just paused from writing this to read several theories on how the world could end any day now. I think it's time for bed.
Desperate Housewives continues to be amazing. I have now watched 16 episodes, and I cannot wait to see more.
Plans falling through sucks.
Katt and I went on an adventure on friday. We walked over to discovery park, and had a fairly mundane but pleasant stroll until at the lookout we decided to go down to the beach. But we didn't use just any route- no, we were feeling rebellious and wild and needed to go over the side of the sand dunes. There's a nice steep, sandy, winding little path/slide down it. It's where all the drunk teenagers go. At the bottom, there is a tiny little trail that winds through the dense woodland, and eventually down to the beach. When the tide is out. When the tide is in, the main trail ends abruptly with nowhere to go. The tide was, of course, in. So, we wandered back along a side path, and found this amazing little open space in the brush filled with tiny rivulets and logs bridging them. It was one of those amazing places that reverts you back to your 7 year old self, making you want to build forts and climb trees and dig lakes in the miniscule streams or create intricate damming systems just to watch the water flow in different ways. After getting in touch with our inner children, Katt and I decided to follow along (in) the stream, just to see where it could take us. As luck would have it, before long we found a short drop off (with some roots to aid climbing) right down to fair-sized hill of sand and then the beach. I had the fortune to try the route down with sand too lightly packed to support a human being at the bottom, and ended up sliding down the entire hill to the beach in a dusty mess. The tide was in too far to get all the way back to the path up from the beach along the beach, so we also got the pleasure of wading through a cesspool of thick, nasty, sludgy seaweed. It felt like walking through a lake of feces. We made friends with some folks who had taken more or less the same route as us, and headed home. We saw a couple carrying a massive machete, covered in what could have been blood, but was probably blackberry juice (given the number of blackberries they were carrying).
I got a ton of sand in my cell phone and camera while going down the dune, messing up the sound on first and more or less ruining the second. The lens is jammed and can't close, and it won't start up right. Luckily, my parents got the complete super no questions asked year and a half warranty, so I can take it in and get it fixed for free. Just, no pictures for a little while.
Katie came over after Katt left, and Jayke joined us for awhile. Much Desperate Housewives was watched, and it was still a lot of fun despite having already seen all but the last episode of it with Kaya and Gabe. We also went stargazing, which was as awesome as always. I stayed up until like 9:30, when I crawled up to bed and slept until 2:00, when my slightly annoyed brother brought me my cell phone, which had been called a total of thirteen times by Gabe and Kaya (and my home phone had been called another 3. In retrospect, I don't know why my brother didn't answer it). I think they were mad at me for sleeping that late, which is silly because I sleep in until 2:00 all the time, when I can. Granted, I would have slept in until 4:00 or 5:00 had I not been woken, but even so. My sleeping patterns are my own. I guess I can understand why they wanted to get ahold of me so badly, since the sleepover that we had planned could no longer be done and our only choice was to hang out during the day, but we couldn't hang out during the day anyway since I had no ride until later and Kaya didn't want to drive anywhere and Gabe couldn't even get a ride to her house anyway. I was in position to follow along with the original plan (Gabe had suggested going over to his house at like 7:00ish), and be perfectly rested for it and ready for an overnight, and that's all that matters. I felt bad that I couldn't accommodate the changes, but neither could they.
Huh, I hadn't realized that was bothering me that much.
I've resubscribed to World of Warcrack. I'm sick of all my other games, and want something to do when I'm not otherwise busy.
I just paused from writing this to read several theories on how the world could end any day now. I think it's time for bed.
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