Can You See Me Now?

I've been thinking about my power of invisibility again. Sometimes I have control over it and blend into the woodwork by choice but, more often than not, I go invisible and I don't even know I'm doing it until I want to be seen and no matter what I do, I just don't register on the radar. Even worse is when I do register but the radar is set to pity. I used to think it had something to do with me lacking substance, but now I'm leaning toward the theory that people are just self-centered and easily distracted. If that’s not the problem, then maybe I’m far less cool than I like to pretend I am.

The truth is people see what they choose to see. No more and no less. How I present myself is only a small part of who I am as a whole however, unless you care about me enough to see into me and dig through to the parts that I hide, you're not really seeing me at all. I get the impression that seeing is easier for some people than for others and for those folks who have it easy, it’s hard not to see. Sort of a double-edged sword if you can’t turn it off… but I prefer seeing and dealing with the ups and downs of being an empathetic creature to walking around blinded to the cool people right in front of me by distractions. So, this is the point where I wish for a distraction from the cool people because dammit, they see right through me… so maybe they aren’t as cool as they pretend to be.

Listening to: Flaming Lips "Do You Realize?"

First Things First And Then Some Other Stuff

I've finally succumbed to the lure of the fotolog so if you feel like seeing what I've seen, go ahead and click on the link to the right. I can't promise the pics will be any good since I'm still learning the ins and outs of my roommate's digicam, but I'll try to keep it regularly updated. I remember a rant from Koji about only being able to upload one photo a day and how that sucked and I agree. 'Nuff said.

So, last night I went to Mt. Tabor Pub to support Sophe Lux and King of Spain... I took the camera and got some ok shots of the action, some of which I'm sure will turn up in the fotolog in the next few days. Mt. Tabor has a reputation for being sort of a hippie/reggae venue, so the rock shows there have a hard time drawing a crowd. Last night was not an exception. Sadly, the people missed out because both bands sounded great. The Sophe Lux kids seem to have settled into their skins on stage and I don't know if it was the sound system (which is one of the better ones in town) or just having had practice during the last few weeks playing shows, but the performance was solid and they finally all seemed pleased with their set. King of Spain was next and they've changed a bit since I saw them last. I had to take off about half way through King of Spain's set to head over to Dante's for Dr. Theopolis but, from what I caught, it looks like Frank has taken over vocals almost exclusively and Ben has picked up the slack to compensate for the missing rhythm guitar that Frank used to fill. Also, and I never really noticed this before, Frank looks like a younger Viggo Mortensen if you squint your eyes a little. But I digress. It was good stuff and I was glad I caught up with Sean the bass player later to tell him I dug it. So, I headed off to see the Dr. Theopolis show and got there right on time. The boys started about five minutes after I showed up, which was just enough time to get a beer and stake out a spot near the front. The rest of the party people who had packed Dante's were in for a treat as it was Mr. Fabulous's lead vocals debut on a new song called "Danger Hump." That, my friends, was some funny shit. Dr. T never fails to deliver a kickass show and as I found out at the after-hours party back at the guys' house, they just booked some shows for July (including an invite-only Absolute Vodka party on the roof of Billy Reed's July 20th...woo!) so if you missed last night's funkfest, you'll have another chance to get out and shake dat ass real soon... fo' sho'.

In other news, I still haven't gotten my damn french toast fix. This is getting ridiculous.

One Day I Will Learn

One day I will learn not to sing George Michael songs at karaoke.
One day I will learn not to drink whisky and vodka in the same night (stick to one thing, damn you, you know better! Or switch over to beer at the very least...jeez).
One day I will learn not to say I don't care when I really do.

I Hate That Girl

I used to write silly little songs and this is one of them called The Girl Next To You:

my best dress and
a big black coat
my favorite shoes and
some sweet perfume

watching you from across the room
i thought you noticed me
and then you turned to the girl next to you
and you kissed her

new hair'do and
a silver clip
satin purse and
my favorite lipstick

trying hard not to stare at you
i thought you noticed me
and then you turned to the girl next to you
and you kissed her

and I hate that girl

I'll Be Kicking My Own Ass Tomorrow

Just got home from the White Eagle and seeing Guy and Jenni play solo sets just before Sophe Lux did their thing. Jenni has a voice like an angel...I'm gonna be screwed come karaoke night if I have to keep up with her. Guy's lyrics were so honest and his guitar playing was right on so, nervous vocals aside, his solo set was sweet. And Sophe Lux sounded better tonight than they have at the previous two shows I've been to, mostly because I could actually hear the guitar tonight and Guy rocked it (and he didn't even break any strings! Woo!). I love the slower songs that highlight how well Jenni and Wendy harmonize and those pretty sounds Guy makes with his guitars, but when they pick up the pace, it sounded much better tonight being able to hear the two separate guitars and not having Guy's get drowned out by Wendy's. All in all, the music was great and I'm glad I went to hang out with Guy too. I always enjoy my time with him.

Tomorrow, or later today rather, I'm not going to be a happy camper unless I go to bed right this minute, so I'm off...

Mah Sistah

Brandy was on her way home to Eugene from Vancouver, BC today and called first thing in the morning to see if I wanted to have lunch with her. Of course I said yes and she showed up at the office at 1pm. Perfect timing. With only an hour to hang out, we picked up food and sat near the Lovejoy Fountain to eat and chat. I noticed a few things right away:

1. Damn, that girl is tan.
2. She must have gotten highlights recently.
3. Either she's gotten taller or I'm shrinking in my old age.
4. Damn, that girl is tan.

Anyhoo, it was the same ol' same ol'...nothing's changed. Same easy conversation, same comfortable silences, same goofy laugh. She may or may not come back up to stay the night and hang out this weekend. I hope she does, but I'll understand if she decides not to come. She goes back to Florida a week from Thursday so the next time I see her could potentially be Christmas. I'm used to the gaps between visits now, but I still don't like that we can't hang out whenever we want. I miss my shopping and sushi partner...

And The Cheese Stands Alone...

For the next three weeks, I'm home alone. Crazyness. This will be the longest I've been by myself since I moved here and it's weird. I lived alone for just over three years before I moved here and never thought anything of it. I think I've just gotten used to someone being around all the time. I know I'll have to get used to living by myself again when I move later this year (unless something happens where Jen decides to stay in P-town and we find a place together) and I don't like the idea that I'll have to get used to it. I'm so adamant about being independent that I thought I'd hate having a roommate, but it's just the opposite. Hanging out with Shauna is always cool and I like knowing that even if I don't want to go out and do something, I don't have to sit at home by myself. Maybe that's what's driving me to keep dating: the idea that if I find someone cool, I won't have to sit at home alone if I don't want to...

I've started thinking about where I want to move to since I'll have to start looking in a couple months and I'm pretty well set on staying in SE. I gave NW some thought, but I'm just not trendy enough for the NW crowd and most of my friends are here in SE anyway. SE is laid-back and artsy and emo-rock and pseudo hipster and homey to me. Yeah, I'll still have to spend 20ish minutes on the bus to work in the morning, but I'm used to that so it won't be yet another thing I'll have to change. I want to be closer to Hawthorne and a grocery store (lugging bags of groceries home on the bus sucks camel balls) and Bishop's and all that happy crappy. So, the search will soon be on. There better be a cool place for me over there or I'll have to complain to someone and that someone will probably be you.

Hello Glasses, Goodbye Social Life

Now that I can actually read for more than 1/2 hour without getting a headache or falling asleep, I decided it might be ok to go back to Powell's and ease my way back into the books. Oh how wrong I was. $57 and four books later, I'm sucked in again. I got a travel guide on Ireland, The Roald Dahl Omnibus, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire, and A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: essays and arguments by David Foster Wallace (the Infinite Jest guy). That should get me through to the end of the week when I have shows to go to that will get me out of the house. Damn you, Powell's Books. I'm supposed to be saving my money for when I move later this year into a place of my own again, I think. But if people don't hear from me for a few days, someone needs to call me and make sure I get out of the house for something social other than work because I could turn back into a book addict and lose touch with reality like that *insert fingers snapping here*.

Also, since I was over there anyway, I went to Noah's and got a plain bagel with plain cream cheese. Damn those bagels are good.

Aw Man!

Last minute change of plans for my Saturday. Got called into work to cover for Jen, who called in sick. That means overtime for me, but shopping and sushi are out. Serious bummer, dude. Now I'm in the mood to go out and fire it up....so who's up for drinks after work? I'm off at 5...

So Damn Funny, I'm Posting It Twice

This seriously never gets old for me. Never. It doesn't matter if I'm already in a good mood or if I'm royally pissed off. When I see this, everything is better. And then I do the happy dance. If you'd like to see the happy dance, you must come visit. 'Cause I'll do it. I will. For reals.

I got to talk to Josh last night. I love that guy, but don't tell him, 'cause it's a secret. I asked for a bedtime story, as is now the norm when I actually get to talk to him on the phone (the calls are few and far between anymore since he works weird hours and our schedules sort of clash and the time difference between here and Toronto). He told me a story about a guy who met this girl in NYC and how he became entangled in her evil web of evil (yes, it's so evil you have to say it twice) and how everything bad that happened to him from then on was blamed on the evil. After a great story like that, I slept like a baby.

Tomorrow evening is going to be a sushi and shopping extravaganza with Jen from work. If I overdose on rice and shoes, don't worry...I'll have died happy.

Letters Unsent

Hey you, it's me. Just wanted to see what you've been up to and how you've been. I know spending time alone because you want to is great, but spending time alone when you don't want to isn't so much fun... The weekend starts tomorrow and I have no plans. Not one. Which means the possibilities are endless. So, maybe, if you aren't busy, we could go catch a movie. Or we could hang out at a local dive, drink like fish and laugh ourselves silly. Or we could go out to the beach, wander around on the dunes and take goofy pictures.... I miss the beach. And I kinda miss you too, but not in a sad achy gone forever sort of way, but a good way. I miss you in a way that reminds me how much I enjoy your company. I wish there were more hours in the week so I could spend some of them with you, but there aren't and I know you're busy. So, yeah. Let me know if you happen to have nothing to do this weekend, or any weekend, and then we can do nothing together. I hope this finds you well and happy...

Love and such,

~Me

Rewind

I don't want to change anything, but I'd like to jump in a time machine and go back about three weeks and live that week over again. Then I'd like to go back to the end of March and live that week over again. Then I'd go a bit further back than that to a week here and there during last year I'd like to relive. If I had to go back further than that, it'd be a jump back to the first week of summer between my junior and senior year of college. Each of those weeks was filled with the kind of potential that feels like walking in clouds and while I remember what that feels like, memories are tainted and dampered by time. I want to feel that way today, right this minute.

I wrote this once upon a time and it reminded me why I always end up feeling like I have the last few days. It's because I'm a good girl and everyone's frickin' friend. Damn I'm tired of being that girl.

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

I've decided this is my new theme song and I'm gonna start practicing it in the shower to sing at karaoke. Generally, this is what happens when no one's paying attention to me. I get a new theme song to entertain myself. Lately, it's been worse at night when I'm reminded that I'm sleeping alone...again. But whenever I'm feeling like this, I think it's probably best to go. I'll leave you with the words to a Stereo Crush song called "Break In Two":

i said please leave my heart
the way you found it
there's only so far i can let you in
but colors in your eyes
i open up through your eyes to you
baby lie silent in my arms
words don't seem to mean anything new
but in you i find trust
i'm breaking down
breaking down right in front of you
and after awhile
awhile without you
oh you know this all would break in two
and after awhile
away from you
without you all would soon just blow in two
kisses only mean what they are given
they didn't seem to mean anything new
but sweetest from your mouth
now i will never doubt another kiss from you
she said love is just a word
a lyrical word sung by the birds
when i thought i knew how the song would go
she taught me words that i didn't know

Sleeping ‘Til Noon Is Good

After three nights out in row, Sunday was pleasantly slow. I spent the day in pajamas, only leaving my room to do all of my laundry or visit the kitchen or the bathroom, and tried to get my cd burner to work (unsuccessfully). I’m a fairly techno-savvy chick but I’m also instructions-oriented, which means if I don’t have a manual to read and I have to wing it, I get pissy. And if I have to install and uninstall and reinstall software more than once, I get even more pissy. Which is partly why I stayed in my room. I try not to subject anyone, especially my roommate, to the "laser-beams-of-hate-shooting-out-of-my-eyes-at-who-or-whatever-happens-to-cross-my-path" version of me. It’s just not pretty. So, after all that I’m in a great mood today, work flew by, I got tons of stuff done and I’m feeling well-rested. Shauna has started the Atkins diet and I’m not sure if smelling her bacon and eggs all the time has anything to do with this, but today I had an egg and cheese biscuit from McDonald’s to start the day (that’s the breakfast of champions, by the way), a grilled chicken caesar salad for lunch and another salad for dinner with salmon, cheese, dill weed and mayo in it. That’s three meals in one day that included meat of some kind. Bizarro. But I haven’t been hungry or snacked in between meals and I’m not tired right now like I usually am at this time of the evening. So why do I feel good right now? I’m putting my money on sleeping until noon yesterday and McDonald’s.

Another Band To Love

On any given night you can find a good show to rock out at because Portland has so many great local bands. And I’m not just saying that because I know people in a bunch of them. Having friends in bands comes with two bonuses: 1. If you want to hang out with people you haven’t seen in awhile, you’ll likely find them at a mutual friend’s show. 2. You get exposed to all the bands that play with your friends’ bands. At last night’s show, I knew three of the four acts in the line up (two of which – Jonah and Odds Against Tomorrow – I already love and the other I hadn’t heard before and don’t care if I hear again because I wasn’t impressed) and didn’t know anything about the fourth and last band of the night, a four piece called Stereo Crush. Before they started, Shauna and I agreed we’d stay for a couple songs and if we weren’t into it, we’d bail. And then they played. And I love them. The vocals got me right away - smooth tone and sweet lyrics - and his guitar playing was just how I like it – nothing over the top or scene stealing. The drumming/bass playing was tight and had me nodding along throughout the set. I’m a sucker for keyboards/synths so, while watching the guy playing them wasn’t a highlight, I dug what he was adding to the overall sound. Plus, they covered one of my favorite early 90’s songs, INXS’ “Never Tear Us Apart,” and nailed it while the whole room sang along. Needless to say, I bought the five track cd and it’s on repeat right this second. Good times.

In other news, it’s Father’s Day and my dad is in California, probably checking my mother and himself into the hotel they’re staying at in San Francisco right now. I called and left a message for him at the front desk so he’d get it when he checked in and I’ll have to call him later since I won’t see him until the end of the month when they get back. Anyway, Happy Father’s Day Dad! Hope you’re having a great time in California!

Tonight, Tonight

Because I just can't get enough music in two nights out, I'm heading out again tonight for more rock at Ash St. Saloon. Odds Against Tomorrow and Jonah are playing, so even if the other two sets suck, I'll go home happy. If you want to find me, I'll be the one with the pint of amber sitting in a booth trying to look like one of the cool kids.

Speaking of cool, this guy I know, Ezra Holbrook, wrote a song called "Plain Jane" I rediscovered while going back through cds I haven't listened to in ages. Sympathy For Toys And Puppets is a kick ass album and the lyrics have always torn at my heart. Here's "Plain Jane":

i must be the only see through person in the world
people pass right through me like a ghost
i must be the only lonely person on this earth
something about my face that no one wants to know

i don't want to take your time
i don't want a scene to start
i just want to change your mind
i just want a change of heart

i know what they call me
i know what they're saying
i know what they call me
plain jane

i must be the only flower left here on the wall
while all the supermodels pass me by
i must be the victim of some tragic sort of joke
stood up before i got the chance to ask you if you'd go

like some monster movie science gone awry
i've become invisible to the human eye
someone tell me where's my consolation prize
someone tell me where's my bride of frankenstein

Play This

The following track list is courtesy of Greg over at Scam City. Muchas gracias, dude.

The Coral - "Dreaming of You"
Flaming Lips - "Do You Realize?"
Tim Booth/Angelo Badalamenti - "I Believe"
Dirty Vegas - "Days Go By" (acoustic)
David Gray - "The Other Side"
Ryan Adams - "Wonderwall" (live)*
Neil Finn - "There is a Light..."
Doves - "Pounding"
Idlewild - "You Held The World In Your Arms"
The Thrills - "One Horse Town"
Norah Jones - "I Don't Know Why" (live)
The La's - "There She Goes"
Mercury Rev - "Goddess On A Highway"
Electric Six - "Gay Bar"
P.O.D. - "Boom"
Nightmares on Wax - "Finer"
Jason Long - "Beans And Cornbread"
David Holmes -"69 Police"
Aphex Twin - "Windowlicker"
From Autumn To Ashes - "Short Stories With Tragic Endings"

*Just a side note: Ryan Adams rules. Best damn cover of that song ever.

So, I just got home a little bit ago from a "let's just meet up and wing it" night with Jen from work and Amy and Jason from college. Jen came over and we met up with Amy and Jason in the bar at the Tonic after Jen and I had gotten our night started with drinks. I was in a cosmo mood and the Tonic makes the best ones I've had in town. She and I were hungry and Amy and Jason jumped at the mention of karaoke, so we headed off to Chopsticks for singing along with bad renditions of Bon Jovi and Poison songs and Chinese food. Jen had to bail early since she works in the morning, but I was glad she came out for a bit. The highlight of the night for me, though, was when Nathan (see the last post re: Chopsticks KJ) sang "Black Betty." That song kicks ass anyway and he frickin' rocked it. Amy and I flipped through the song menu after Jen left and just when I finally decided to give Cher's "If I Could Turn Back Time" a shot, some chick went up and slaughtered it. D'oh. That'll teach me to waffle over songs for too long. We were all tired and decided that was a good time to head home. Ahhh, bed. Sleep is good.

Out On A Weeknight? Moi?

After a last minute pros vs. cons debate with myself last night (Pros: you have a car at your disposal, the show is an early one, you get to gang out with people you like, you get to see a band you for sure like and maybe hear new ones you'll like too, you won't be hanging out at home by yourself - Cons: you have to get up early, you may be tired and grumpy at first tomorrow), the pros were obviously ahead so I went to the Green Room and caught Sophe Lux's set. There weren't very many people there, but the ones who were had a loud voice and seemed to make the room feel fuller than it was. I'm thinking that must have made it cooler for the band, but who knows. It was a totally different vibe from the last time I saw them (except for the guitar string breakage which was about the same), maybe because the venue was smaller and more intimate or maybe because they had the volume turned down, but I liked the set just as well for different reasons. I got to meet the fourth member of the band last night and aside from my appreciation for their music, I enjoyed the conversation with all four as well.

I stayed for the second band, The Garden Gnomes, and really liked them too. They had a Rufus Wainright/Beatles/surf guitar thing going on and I dug it. About two minutes into their set, Jenn and I were both feeling like we recognized the singer/guitar player, but couldn't figure out from where and it turns out he's the KJ at Chopsticks over on Burnside. Ah ha. I knew he looked familiar. I haven't been to karaoke in way too long, but I've been informed that The Boiler Room on Wednesday nights is the place to be and a date's been made to go sing our little hearts out in three weeks. Sweetness. Fo' sheezy.

Tonight? I got nothin'. So give me a reason to go out. Something to do. I'm up for almost anything....almost. Don't get any weird ideas. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. Don't make me come over there...

Talking In My Sleep

I talked to my grandparents for awhile last night. I told them what I've been up to lately, how work is going, who I've been seeing and what's been on my mind since I talked to them last. My granny wanted to know all about my job and the residents I like and asked why I haven't been drawing anything lately. My gramps told me that any guy who didn't want to date me must have his head up his ass and said to tell my boss he said to give me a raise. When I was leaving, granny stood at the window and waved until she couldn't see me anymore and gramps told me to tap it light. Then I woke up a little teary-eyed like I always do after those dreams. They've both been gone for four years but I still talk to them all the time. I didn't go down to San Francisco after either of them left, but they know why and they understand. I read about someone today who's moved into their neighborhood recently and when I talk to them again, I'll tell them to go visit and take her some cookies. I don't know her, but I'm sure she'll like them. Everyone does.

Mmmm....Bacon...

It's started. The terrible craving for breakfast food has reared it's ugly head again. Right now, it's manageable. I can pretend I'm not thinking about going to Elmer's or Cup and Saucer or the 24 Hour Hotcake House. But by next weekend, it's not going to be pretty. And for some reason, the stuff I make at home doesn't quite cut it. The evil breakfast craving beast won't be satisfied with mere cereal or frozen waffles. Oh no, that would be too easy. It must have bacon. And scrambled eggs. And french toast. And maybe some hash browns. I suppose home fries would do. And real potato pancakes are good too. Ooo, or a bagel with cream cheese. And fresh squeezed orange juice. No wait, I just had a moment of clarity....dutch babies. Man oh man. With the lemon and the powdered sugar and the butter and the puffy goodness.... *drool* Ok, I gotta go eat.

The Worm Can Is Officially Open

Having spent the entire of my adult life alone, and by that I mean single, I’ve begun to wonder if that’s how it’s supposed to be for me. Sure, I go out on dates and give it the old college try, but between my old tendency to push people away and my track record of being pushed away, it’s becoming obvious that there’s something wrong (besides wearing my heart on my sleeve rather than in my chest like normal people). It’s strange to think that someone who’s such a pathetically hopeful romantic should be so bad at finding someone to love and be loved by in return, but such is the case. And as unromantic as it might sound, I’m not looking for love at first sight fireworks or thunder and lightning…in my experience, that initial jolt of wow hasn’t been followed up with any sort of depth or commonality. I’m looking for a best friend who, one day while I’m sitting across from him at some cheesy diner listening to a story about his camping trip with the guys or the show I missed while I was out of town, I’ll look up from my french toast at and think, “I love this guy. Whoa. I actually love this guy.” And that will be that. And if that’s not what’s waiting for me, then maybe I’m just kidding myself with the whole dating thing, but I won’t know if I don’t keep trying.

But wait there’s more. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more open to possibilities. I don’t want perfect. I want quirks and goofiness and learning experiences. But it’s rare that I meet someone I see potential in and want to make time for. When I do, I want get to know them and become friends first rather than jump into a relationship because that’s the “normal progression.” I don’t think it’s fair to say, “By the nth date, we should be at point x in the relationship timeline.” Dating and science are mutually exclusive as far as I’m concerned and everyone progresses at a different pace. If I enjoy someone’s company, I’m willing to see how far along the road our paths run parallel. And if I enjoy their company, making time for them isn't a burden or an effort...it's a pleasure.

Not that anyone asked to know any of this, but there it is anyway. Is it the right way to look at dating? Doubtful. Has it worked out for me so far? I'm still single, so evidently not the way I want it to...but I have some amazing friends because of it and if that's what I'm supposed to get out of my relationships, then I think I'm pretty lucky...

Finally

After all the procrastinating and being sick and other things going on, I finally got my eyes checked and got glasses. They have been dubbed "librarian chic." And I finally got to see Chris and Sean. And I finally saw Finding Nemo and Adaptation. And I finally got new shoes. And I finally…well, I’ll leave that one for later so I don’t jinx it.

I Need A Psychic Friend And Here Are Three Reasons Why

Since Blogger was down, I couldn’t post this last night, but here it is anyway:
1. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I wish I could read minds. Like right this minute.
2. After dinner at India Oven, where the company and the food were equally good, I boxed up my leftovers. I then proceeded to leave them at the restaurant like a jackass. Way to go.
3. I worry about things I can't do anything about and it's frustrating as hell. 'Nuff said.

I'm Off And You're Not. Ha.

Because they had me come in to work last Sunday, I have a three day weekend. Started things off last night at Berbati's Pan and saw the Charmparticles, half of whom I know from when they were in Drive. I hadn't seen Adam in forever and their set blew me away. Adam and Pam are so vocally tuned into each other that I can't imagine them not being in a band together. Also had the pleasure of 3/4 of Sophe Lux's (the band I went to see that played with Jonah last weekend) company at the show. Good times.

Since I'm off on a weekday when the eye docs are actually working, I might finally get to have my eyes checked today and get the glasses I've been putting off for almost a month now. Shopping, a pedicure and maybe hanging out with some guy I know are also on the agenda, so I'd better get moving....more later.

It Was Inevitable

Ok, I admitted to a minor American Idol obsession awhile back and now I must confess that Fame is sucking me in. I knew it would since it's not only singing but dancing too and Joey from Nsync is the co-host (he was my favorite Nsyncer before Justin went solo and got all sexy). Ok, wait. I can't believe I just typed that. Oh the shame....the SHAME! If you want to pretend you don't know me now, I don't blame you. After what I just wrote, I'd disown me too.

All Work And No Play Makes This A Dull Blog.

Today flew by at work. I mean flew. That's unusual but I think I was having such a good time with John, a leasing agent from a recently sold property who is helping us out today and tomorrow because we're short staffed in the office, that it hardly semed like work. Oh and there was that crying resident I had to calm down and talk through her possible eviction that took up a good chunk of time in the middle of the day. But that bit of drama was overshadowed by two things: 1. the mail...my dad sent me a photo scanner and it is too cool for school.... 2. the flowers I got from a new resident as a thank you for helping him with his move in issues. I can't tell you how many times during my work day I have to deal with ridiculous crap from people and I have to do it with a smile on my face. Stuff like the scanner and the flowers reminds me how lucky I am to even have a job and that someone somewhere cares about me. So today I'm feeling the love even though someone told my boss they thought I was rude to them on the phone on Friday...which I wasn't. So there.

Home Alone...Again

The roomie has gone home to Boise, Idaho for the week and I've got the place to myself again. That means it's movie marathon time. If you want to come over and watch with me, there's beer in the fridge that I can't drink anyway, the pizza can be on it's way in all of two minutes and there are so many movies out on DVD right now I haven't seen, I'll even let you pick. Now, how can you say no to that?

A Damn Good Time

Who went out with a cute boy, had a really good dinner at the Greek Cusina, wandered around the Rose Festival and finally saw the Matrix Reloaded? Yeah, that'd be me. Woo hoo!