Home

I've been home about a week and some change now.

Dad and I built and fenced and new garden, in which Mom and I then planted scarlet runners, shallots, tomatoes, basil, sweet cecily, salad burnett, radishes, carrots, beets, lettuce, peas, bell peppers, zukes, three different cukes, butternut squash, yard-long beans, and rhubarb. The ground has been frozen until recently, and then we got a ton of rain, so planting had to be put off a bit. My sister only helped when hollered at.

But I am looking forward to harvesting all the lovely veggies. and then pickling the cukes and the beans.
That's kind of my thing. Mom makes jam and cans other fruits, and I'm in charge of pickling things. Last summer we made three different kinds of pickles; dill, bread and butter, and wild child (really spicy! and tasty).

My sister is fourteen, and has a serious attitude, which clashes pretty heavily with me. She's convinced that I'm out to ruin her social life. But we had a nice chat the other day, so we'll see how things go from here.

And I started work at our local pool again. I'm upper-level staff, and until I went back, I hadn't realized how much I missed the people who work there. There is a certain level of camaraderie and repartee that is present here which is definitely lacking at the pool in Bellingham. They are good kids too, for the most part, and I've made a few very lovely friends, but I'll always love this little historical pool that I grew up in, swam on the team for, and and have worked at for the last 5 years. Sure, sometimes the staff irritates me. But it's worth it. And I have the best boss in the entire world here.

Calluses

So my hands are finally started to callus and I'm super excited about it. I know, that's a weird thing to get excited about. But callused hands are hands that do work. They get all soft in the winter and it makes me sad. and in the summer, they get callused again from hard work and kayaking and biking everywhere. So in the spring, when they start peeling off old skin and new, tougher skin comes in, I get excited.
Powerful hands.

 Also, I added another brother to the adopted family. This makes me very very happy.
Its a large family, and I love every single one of them.

Doesn't Get Much Better

That, my dear friends, is how you spend an evening.

You start at 5:30 at dinner with your best friend, make friends with dudes who pawned a free meal, and then get hit on by one of them who is at least a decade your senior.

Then you have a drink (or two) with your best friend after ditching the creepy old dude.

When 8:00 rolls around, you wander down to Boulevard Park and meet friends, walk the park at sunset, make loud inappropriate jokes, and walk home around 11 discussing the hipster-like qualities of a certain 80's-paint themed roadbike.

It was a lovely evening to spend outside with friends, though tomorrow begins the Era of Epic Studying before Finals.

thoughts before bed in a techni-colored overshirt.

augh. 
so much on the mind. back to the old bulleted-list standard....

• I have a lab final due very soon, and there's still quite a bit to be done on that. 

• I have chemistry that needs to be done asap. 

• I need to get a math project done, which I haven't started, and which by the sounds of it, will be very difficult. 

• One of my new guy-friends introduced me to his girlfriend today, and I'm still trying to figure out the dynamic. I can't decide how she'll take me hanging out with him. There was an offer to go have a drink, which I declined (surprising, right?) because I need to know whose head is on the chopping block first. I also think he's a really nice guy, and very funny, but I'd really just like to be friends with him without the over-looming drama explosion. and please, she's a freshman. and territorial, so I dont see this ending well. 

• I went for a run in the mud the other day, which felt fantastic. I want to go again!

• I have so much choreography running around in my head that its driving me insane. I couldn't concentrate on the rock wall today, because they were playing music and all I could do was think of choreography. 

• and I have a new love for button-down shirts worn open as overshirts. 

• I got into a research trip in the fall with my professor, so I'm thrilled about that. Hawaii, here I come!

• I was told recently by an adopted brother that he wasn't sure if I "peed standing up or sitting down" to which I said "thank you." I love it when i can dress however I want and still that question is asked. I suppose that begs the question of whether the concept of androgyny as it is perceived by others lies in appearance or in personality and actions. maybe a bit of both I think. thoughts?

The Douchebag Report

Yesterday I was at a birthday party thrown for one of our friends. It was on the smaller side, but respectable nonetheless. It was great fun and there was widespread jubilation on all fronts. We knew nearly everyone there minus maybe 10 people, but we assumed they were friends of friends, so therefore would/should be okay. 


and then, douchebag-ery struck.


We are missing two ipods, a cell phone, a black Helly Hanson jacket, and green DC shoes. So please be on the lookout for these items! Spot 'em on people on campus, around town, or if you have ties like that, the black market. Wherever, just lets all have eyes on the street. 


Just when you thought the damage had been done, the douchebag struck again. Not sure if it was the same douche or not, but for the purposes of this, let's assume that it is. 


Here's the long short: no, wait, you don't want to read that.


Here's the short story: Some asshole put something drug-like in my drink! Never again am I drinking out of glass at a college party. Its way to easy to slip things in. And I usually watch it like a hawk, or hand it to someone I trust. I make sure either I pour, or someone I trust does. 


God what a night/morning I've had. 


Its humbling though, when you spend that much time completely out of it, and you (a ) pride yourself on being a girl who can take care of herself and (b ) have no idea what it is that is fucking with your senses and brains, and thus have no idea how to counteract it, or even what you can or can't eat for fear of a bad reaction with whatever residuals might still be in your system. 






random song of the day for you: Enjoy :)

Flashy Lights

See, I'm making good on my promise already.


I've been rather turbulent of late, which i shall try to explain through excepted song lyrics. Ready?


ARTICLE 1


"I thought I told yah... I'm a star
You see the ice... You see the cars
Flashy lights... Everywhere we are
Live the night... Like there's no tomorrow"--Jeremih "Imma Star"

I've been trying to live my life as loud as possible. I'm trying to be in every moment. But sometimes I also want to be more under-the-radar, more, well....espionage-ish. If you know me well, then you probably already know that I have a tendency to collect information. I dont use it for anything, and I really dont like gossip, but I do enjoy knowing things and being in the loop. I also have lots of friends in places of power that may or may not be legal, which has a certain appeal to me. Its not a bad-girl attraction, more like a bad-girl complex. Its complicated I guess....

ARTICLE 2

"Whoo Hoo

Well I feel heavy metal

Whoo Hoo

And I'm pins and I'm needles

Whoo Hoo

Well I lie and I'm easy

All of the time and I'm never sure why I need you

Pleased to meet ya"--Blur "Song2"

I'm feeling the harbingers of a lessened-independence summer approaching. I can't be the only one who doesn't want to leave for the summer.  Sure, I love my family, and my job at home. But i'm not looking forward to being forced into driving everywhere, and having to be home at certain hours. And not being able to play with my bellingham friends. But, at the same time, I fell like I need some RadioSilence time away from a certain few individuals up here. So maybe there is a silver lining. 

ARTICLE 3

"Cuz I know better than to be friends with boys with girlfriends

ya, I know better,

ya, I know better,

I know better than that,

I know better

You play the victim and I'll be the bad guy

I know better than that

oh I know better" --Meiko "Boys with Girlfriends"

I always get people in trouble when I do that. I added another to the list yesterday in fact. oi. 

Slate

I seem to be slated to be that girl that is best friends with the guys. The best friend they tell everything to. The best friend that girlfriends of the boys get angry with.

 and usually, usually I enjoy this role.

But sometimes it gets me in a shitload of trouble.

oi.

Apparently i need to listen to Meiko on this one.