California Dream'n

I'm going to California!

I'm flying down from Bellingham to San Diego and road trip'n up back to Olympia with Matt Louv.

It will be all hella Jack Kerouac. 

Apperently flying from Bellingham is pretty cheap.

And this is the first time I have ever flown by myself. I'm kind of terrified to be honest.

Not the actually flight part but the airport part.

Those of you that have seen me drive in Seattle or Portland know what I'm talking about.

Lots of people and signs and lights and getting somewhere at a time. I've always had someone there. I feel like this is a big step into the whole adulthood thing. 

Airports and hospitals, they just scare the fuck out of me. 

I don't even know all those security rules?

Oh wells it will be fun. The open road, fishing, sandy beaches, red woods, gatorade, and those pretty ladies. 

And These!

Decisions are like the Tide

Camp is over, now what?

Guess I'm gonna work at American Tug again. I don't no how to feel about this. 

It's good because I will have more money to save up. 

Bad, because I have to return to the real world of sweat, swear words, and fiber glass. 

It's stupid hot outside, multiple that by a warehouse full of machines, people, dust, and chemicals.

I'm horrible at making decisions. 

It's like this. 

You know when your in the shower, there's soap and water and it's pleasant. Then you're done, you're all clean and done but you don't get out because the towel part sucks. It's all cold and wet and boring. (that's what she said). So you're just stuck there in the water not wanting to come out.............. maybe this is a bad example and I'm just weird.  

Anyway I'm said and excited camp is over. Its gonna be scary and exciting going back to Olympia and acting like an adult. Tasha, Laurel, and i found this beach cabin to rent from it rocks. But, for once not everything is set up for me. I'm running in slightly blind. Last year I had the RA thing set up, which meant food and and shelter in exchange for a job I could slack at. This time I have to manage working, school and managing the money correctly. And I'm not even thinking about the main reason I'm in Olympia, college. I have to read this damn book before class, and I'm not ready to read all the time again. 

I really got interested in marine life this summer, makes me almost want to be a marine biologist,

I also thought one time, what if i was a nurse.

To bad my memory sucks and I'm a third through school with a bag full of history, economics and the world is shit! 

Oh well I'll rock it somehow. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna take a theatre class this spring to spice things up a bit. 

For my first paycheck of the summer I ordered the Twin Peaks Series on DVD. I'm in Lynch paradise.  

End of Quarter Parties, ADHD, and Star Wars

Last night I went to my classes end-of-the quarter party. I actually had fun. So what! You might think that's what happens at parties, you have fun. For me that's not really the case. I'm not a drinker, not that a have some rule or code, I just don't choose to drink. I've had a hard time with this in the past. And by hard time I mean I'm an asshole. Recently I have been trying to wrestle my "asshole daemon" by respecting peoples decisions in life, that mine are not righter than others in the least bit.

I came to the party with a 12 pack of root beer and joined in a drinking game that was beyond me. I was called a vagina at one point(which was more silly than offensive) but for the most part my peers respected my choice. I punched my judgments in the face and decided to have fun. I danced to outkast and played go fish. What a night.

Today I woke up to Riley screaming at my balcony. "CHARRLLLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Come out here there's snow!" I look outside, then go back to bed. I wake up it's half melted. I realize i'm out of cereal. Reef, I'll go to the Reef, eat, and work on my Eval.

I took the bus, this was a nice change to driving. I sat in a both and got out my notepad and pre-wrote, looking like such a cool sexy college student. I ordered a coffee, 1 pancake, and 1 egg.
I do this think where O put the egg under my pancake, pour on syrup, and stab it with my fork. The yellow yoke bleeds out of the pancake like it got shot.

Anyway, I'm really proud of myself for this. When I do to town or run errands by myself I feel uncomfortable, I feel like an adult, I'm more comfortable surrounded by people talking. I've also been working on conquering this. Also I've discovered I work well in public areas, it's not that i just want to look sexy reading and writing in a coffee shop, it actually helps me concentrate. I think it has something to with my obvious hyper activity and attention span problem. If my parents weren't as cool as they are I'd probably by on medication for ADHD or ADD since middle school.

Oh! A couple of nights ago some friends and I were walking through Macy's. Matt and I found gemmed Star Wars hoodies. Darth Vader, Yoda, Boba Fett, and a Stormtrooper. Now as proud Start Wars nerd I find this blasphemous! Boba Fett is NOT allowed to be gemmed GOD DAMN IT! Why George Lucas Why? Doesn't he know he's hurting his dearest fans? What demographic are they aiming for? Paris Hiltons that love stormtroopers!!??!! What is the world coming to?