Between me and you.

I think that part of the reason I am such a pack rat, is because I have a REALLY hard time remembering things the way they really were. I have always been this way so I know it has little to do with the constant murdering of brain cells via illicit substances. It's just something in my nature that remembers things in hyperbole and forgets details that would otherwise change the tone of said memory. I spent much of the day going through my stuff and deciding what I would keep for another move and what I would throw away. At least 5 trash bags later, I am worn out both physically and emotionally. (Let's not mention how pathetic it is that I have thrown out all of this stuff and my room still looks a chaotic, cluttered mess.) The cards and letters that are now sitting in my dumpster are, in a way, me resigning myself to forgetting the details of certain things. In other words, today is the last day I will see a snapshot of that moment in time, and therefore the last time I will be accurately reminded of it. The whole process reminds me a little too much of Eternal Sunshine.

Anyway, sorry about the gloomy post. I'm sure the rainy day has much to do with my mood. The good news is that I found an apartment and will be signing the lease tomorrow. It's cheap, big enough so that I won't feel cramped but still small enough so that I (hopefully) can't amass this much crap again for a while, and it's still within the 15th avenue area, so I can still call the Canterbury my local. Plus, it's a basement apartment which means that I can stomp about to my heart's content without disturbing any elderly shut-ins below me. (In other words, as soon as I can purchase a Playstation of my very own, I will be having a Revolution of the Dancing kind). My landlady is a bit, ahem, eccentric. But I doubt I will have to interact with her much after the paperwork is shuffled.

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1. You have 10 bucks and need to buy snacks at a gas station, what do you get?
Cheddar Chex Mix, water and possibly a coke if I need the caffeine.

2. If you had to be reincarnated as some sort of sea dwelling creature, what would you be?
Dolphin. They’re smart, well-respected, and are one of the few mammals besides humans that have sex for fun as well as procreation.

3. Who's your favorite redhead?
Joss Whedon. Honorable mention goes to Jason Flemyng. Rowr.

4. What do you order when you're at a IHOP?
Lingonberry crepes.

5. Last book you read?
Currently reading Preacher vol. 7.

6. Have you made out with anyone on your friend's list?
Yep.

7. Describe your favorite pair of underwear?
Superman skivvies.

8. Describe the last time you were injured.
As a gimp, I’m technically injured all the time. But my last additional injury was a big drunken bump on my head.

9. Of all your friends, with whom would you want to be stuck in the middle of a jungle with?
Dom the boy scout.

10. Are there any odd things that make you feel uncomfortable?
The word “panties”.

11. Are there any weird things that turn you on?
Apparently, body hair and soft tummies are weird to like.

12. What is the wallpaper on your cell phone?
My true love, Optimus Prime.

13. Soda?
Sure. Ta.

14. Flavor of pudding?
Rice.

15. What type of shirt are you wearing?
No shirt. Dress.

16. Prescription medication?
The pill that keeps me baby free.

17. If you could use only one form of transportation for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Teleportation.

18. How many people are on your friends list?
This is a myspace meme, by the way. And I don’t feel like logging on to check. But I think it’s somewhere around 100.

19. How many people on your list do you know in real life?
Damn you, myspace meme. Leave me be. I’m going to guess it’s about 70%, the rest being bands, cities, or fictional characters.

20. What are you listening to right now?
Indie 103.1

21. Most recent movie you've watched?
Dead and Breakfast. Blech.

22. Most useless class you have ever taken:
A “feel guilty for being white” class I took in college that was disguised as a Sociology core class.

24. Name a teacher you had the hots for?
Wade Williams.

25. What is a saying that you use a lot?
”That’s cool.” (As oppose to “no worries”, which I can’t bring myself to say without feeling fake.)

27. What is your favorite part of the chicken?
The whole thing alive and in my lap.

28. What's your favorite town/city?
Seattle, WA.

29. Favorite kind of cake?
This caramel cake my mom used to make. She called it Torta Chilena.

30. What's the first word that comes to mind right now?
Cake. Thanks, question #29.

32. What makes you feel like puking?
Red Bull. The mere thought of it.

33. Who got you to join myspace?
Frank.

34. What did you have for dinner?
Haven’t had it yet. But I expect to indulge in a bevy of cheeses and cocktails at my work cocktail party.

35. How long have you been at your current job?
2 and a half years too long.

36. Is Tom on your friends list?
I don’t remember if I bothered to delete him or not.

37. What's the last thing you said out loud?
Ok. Thanks.

38. Look to your left, what do you see?
My purple unicorn.

39. Who is the last person who spent $100 on you?
My mom, actually. She’s REALLY worried about me going back to living alone for some reason..

40. Who's your favorite villain?
Rufus Sewell.

41. What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone?
I can’t remember. Hardly ever happens.

42. What's the last piece of clothing you bought?
New underpants to replace the ones with the holes.

43. What phrase makes you laugh no matter where, when or how?
Snack Pack.

44. Go into your text message log on your phone…what is the last text you sent?
I don’t know, actually. I just deleted my outbox this morning because it was getting full. Probably something about plans.

45. If you could be alone with anyone and a bottle of baby-oil right now who would it be?
Ew. They should rephrase this question to be “if you HAD to be alone with a bottle of baby oil and another person”.

46. What keeps you up at night?
Stress.

47. What’s to your right?
Glass of water and a picture of Tobe.

48. What was the subject of the last person who posted this?
I can’t remember.

49. If you were extraordinarily good at one thing, what would it be?
I AM extraordinarily good at a couple of things. But if I could pick something I’m currently bad at and become extraordinarily good at it, it would have to be playing music. I’m very jealous of all my talented musician friends.

50. Yes or no?
Yes?

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Man, apartment hunting is time consuming. People won't tell you much over the phone. I've got my spreadsheet. Dom and I have spent the last two evenings looking at places. Dom hasn't fallen in love with anything yet. I really liked one place I saw last night, and I put in an application, but there were two people ahead of me. The odds that both of them have lousy credit aren't good. Too bad too. I LOVED the kitchen in that place. I will find out by tomorrow. I still have a LOT of time, of course. But you KNOW how I hate to not have things planned out. Actually, between all this walking around and spreadsheeting, this whole process would be kinda fun for me if it weren't MY fate hanging in the balance.

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THE WEEKEND

I realize I have been slacking on my weekend recaps of late. I’ve started a few but have been too distracted to finish them. My brain is fairly muddled these days. And when I’m actually bored by what I’m writing, I can only imagine how boring it would be for someone else to read, so I’ve just abandoned them. So I’m sorry if anyone has been looking forward to reading what I haven’t been writing.

I’m going to now attempt a really general weekend recap. Hopefully it won’t suck.

FRIDAY

I tagged along with B., Galloo and Alex to a work party at Howl At The Moon, a dueling piano bar in Pioneer Square. The notion of super cheap drinks was (and is almost always) too good to pass up, even when accompanied with extremely cheesy piano versions of rock songs. We had a good 45 minutes of quiet with our cheap drinks and free (mediocre) appetizers before the “show” started. The show is performed by who I can only guess are two struggling musical theatre actors trying to supplement their income. Yes, they know the words and piano arrangements of seemingly any song that someone would suggest. But that doesn’t make it right. Now, some of you might think that this is something I would enjoy. My love of cheesy and so-bad-it’s-good things is well known. But believe me, this intolerable. The guy had a predilection to changing lyrics for “comedic” (read: Vaudevillian) value. The girl looked and sounded exactly like that annoying lady from Ally McBeal (who, in my opinion, was the worst part about the show…and there were a LOT of bad parts about that show). They tried to get everyone to sing along and, worse, CLAP. Luckily, we left before they dug into the PROP BOXES they each had under their pianos. My god. I felt like I was in an old folk's home on a cruise ship. The lengths we will go to for cheap drinks…

4 drinks later, we set about finding something else to do. We eventually settled on Linda’s, managing to score the big window table. We ordered a round of the strongest vodka drinks ever, and were later joined by Meep. I didn’t find Linda’s as annoying as usual because, I imagine, it was still early, we were sitting, and the waitress wasn’t abusing us.

After our second round of flammable beverages, B. had the BRILLIANT idea to score a box of wine from QFC and then return to Meep’s apartment for drinking games. We all loved this plan. It was infallible.

At this point, everyone was pretty drunk. It seemed to take us ages to get to Meep’s, when, in fact, it was apparently only 9:00. The rest of the evening is somewhat of a blur, although I do recall Alex and Andrew exploding a mini keg in Meep’s kitchen, struggling through 2 rounds of Asshole, singing along to Pulp’s “Different Class”, Meep and I getting all sentimental (probably as a result of all the Brit Pop), and Alex singing a marathon song with improvised lyrics and recurring chorus about Meep forgetting the sun and the heartache. I think Borg may have shown up at some point as well.

SATURDAY

After a few hours of nursing a pretty awful hangover headache, I was able to venture out into the sun and get some eggy potatoey goodness with B.. I spent the afternoon indulging in Tru Calling and smoking with Meep. In the evening, I went to a marathon Italian feast at Salvatore with B. and 20 of his friends. It was an inexplicably pirate-themed birthday.

SUNDAY

Photo shoot! We shot 4 different scenes for promo posters for “Plight”. The day started at 8am. Sherwood was our first zombie victim. We shot a coffee scenario at a little shop called Faire on Olive and Melrose. The space used to be a second-hand book shop. Now it’s a very nice coffee shop/art gallery. Luckily (for us, anyway), it was also pretty empty when we were there, so we were able to shoot with no interruption from customers. The art on display was a really cool series of abstract cloud scenes. One of the paintings is actually on the cover of the Stranger this week.

The second location was a wall across from Bill’s that we tried to make look like it was next to a hot dog vendor.

The last two scenes were shot in Volunteer Park. One at a bus stop, and one on some stairs next to the reservoir.

It was a beautiful day. Arguably, the nicest day of the year so far. I’m really glad I got to spend it outside. Thanks to everyone who came out and made the whole thing run very smoothly.

Dom, Meep and I spent the evening looking at the pictures and choosing the best ones. I think we’ve got something good here. Stay tuned for some links to some promo posters. Hopefully, you’ll also be seeing them around town. Buzzzzz!

After work, the Troika ate some Nazi Thai (Dom went to pick it up for me and Meep, as we are BANNED), and we attempted to watch “Dead and Breakfast”. A good portion of it was viewed in fast forward. Note to self: find out who was responsible for the sound design of that film and avoid them.

After the movie, Meep took her leave. I actually nodded off around 10:30. I think I really needed the rest. So why am I STILL tired this morning?

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Happy Friday. This meme was pilfered from Ahe’s myspace and contains some original (albeit somewhat strange) questions for once.

1. Would you make a fool out of yourself in public if it meant you were making your partner laugh?
Might as well get SOMETHING good out of being a fool.

2. Would you prefer the lights on or off during sex?
Dimly lit or daylight with closed curtains.

3. Do you judge people solely by their musical preferences?
Not SOLELY.

4. If you could 'take back' your virginity from your first partner, would you?
Nope. I was dying to lose it at that point.

5. Do you need to know everything about someone's past?
Only the things that are relevant to me.

6. Is it more worthwhile and satisfying to improve the world or appreciate the world?
Can’t we do both?

7. Do you feel you have a purpose or calling in life?
I’ll leave the callings to Tru.

8. Do you believe that dreams can be messages from a “higher level”?
Only if I go to sleep baked.

9. Would you rather have a great friend you could share Everything with or a great lover you can't really talk to?
Friend.

10. Is the male or female body the closest to perfection?
Looks-wise, I’d say female. Functionally, male.

11. Should a child who's caught masturbating be punished?
Of course not.

12. Do you like kissing in public?
Sometimes.

13. Do you have a fetish that you would like to employ in your next relationship?
Yep.

14. Did America really put a man on the moon?
Duh.

15. Would you date someone significantly (9 years or under) younger?
At my current age, that would just be weird.

16. Generally, in life, what makes you happy?
People. Of course, they can make me equally UNhappy.

17. How do you handle criticism?
Initial offense followed by concurrence.

18. Would you like to date someone a lot purer than you?
I have.

19. When fooling around with someone, do you sometimes have sexual fantasies about other people?
When I’m fooling around with someone, it’s usually because I want to be with THEM.

21. Is it possible for Big Bellied Men to be equally attractive as Thin Men?
If not more so.

22. Do you think the family of a murder victim should have any say in what punishment is given to the murderer?
To a point. I still don’t believe in capital punishment.

23. Would you have a “Happy Button” installed on your body, connected to your brain, which would instantly make you very happy?
You mean, like, drugs?

24. Would you rather know everything about your mate, or be regularly surprised?
I like good surprises. Not like, “my sister is my mother” surprises.

25. We are all human, do you judge someone for a past indiscretion?
The way this question is phrased makes me feel like they are looking for a “correct” answer. However, since we are all human, I think it’s as normal to judge people by past indiscretions as it is to HAVE then.

26. What is sexiest on a woman or a man?
Woman: curves. Man: furriness.

27. Would you rather have your dream job or your soul mate for the rest of your life?
Dream job. I agree with Ahe that soul mates are a myth.

28. Do you consider yourself sexually open minded?
Yes.

29. Should your mate also become your best friend?
It would be nice. I wish you wouldn’t keep saying “mate” though. What are we? Wolves?

30. Would you rather marry a virgin or someone experienced?
There is no chain of events that I could possibly experience which would lead me to find myself at an alter with a virgin. I don’t care how cute “The 40-Year Old Virgin” was.

31. How do you attract the opposite sex?
”I’m SOOOOOO drunk…”

32. Have you ever posed as a nude model?
Not for anyone I didn’t know. Well.

33. Would you prefer if good things happened, or interesting things?
I don’t understand this question.

34. Is it better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all?
There's a lesson in everything, but mostly it sucks.

news wel der

It's official. Dom and I turned in our notice for moving out of the Zookster pad. In a way, I'm glad that moving is so goddamned stressful, because it won't allow me time to be sad about it.

Our date for vacating is June 1st. Dom and I are both looking for studios or (preferably) 1 bedroom apartments for less than $700/mo. Cats OK, obviously. Dom needs a parking space and I need to be as close to where I live now as possible, because I am irrationally attached to my neighborhood and fear change. If any of my dear readers sees anything fitting our descriptions, please let us know.

The thing that drives me the most nuts about having to move is the fact that it is IMPOSSIBLE to really look for apartments until after the first of the month. For someone who is obsessive about planning, this never fails to freak me out. So, of course, even though it is fruitless, I have already started searching on NW Classifieds and Craigs. Lo and behold, I found the apartment I lived in during my one and only other foray into living alone: The Melrose Court Apartments. For those of you who didn't know me then, Melrose Court is, perhaps, the most depressing apartment complex in Capital Hill. Its appeal is ALL about the price. There is nothing else nice about it. My “one bedroom” apartment was only 425 square feet, I couldn't even fit a couch in the “living room”, the walls were made of cinder blocks and my window overlooked a dumpster. My neighbor on one side was a drug dealer. On the other side, there lived a tempestuous couple who later broke up. The girl remained and was periodically stalked by her boyfriend. When I lived there, I was a very unhappy person so I wasn't that bothered by all of these things. This is why I thought nothing of it to recommend the building to Sherwood. I still feel bad about that. He was clearly not in the same frame of mind as I was.

Anyway, I mention all this because for some reason, I am strangely compelled to call them up. The price is still right (even though it has gone up a bit), but I don't think I'm in the same space I was then, so I would probably end up loathing it as Sherwood did. I think my inclination is proof that I am often as nostalgic about the bad times as I am about the good.

panacea juggle

Happy Good Friday. I will commemorate Jesus’ death in a way that I believe he would appreciate: by doing a meme that appears to be predominantly about the secret debauchery of my youth. This meme actually has some interesting questions. And by interesting, I mean, they haven’t been asked 1000 times before in a meme. Anywhosel…

FIRSTS

1. Who was your first kiss and when?
My first kiss was during a game of spin the bottle. I kissed a guy named Daniel. Neither of us was too pleased about it. A few days later, a guy I DID like, named Robert, kissed me on his own volition. I would like to count that as my first kiss, if I may. Oh, and I was 13.

2. Who was your first prom date?
I find it funny that this meme assumes most people had multiple prom dates. I didn’t get asked to prom and the only person I would have gone with didn’t like me “in that way”. It wasn’t too big of a deal though (despite the general heartbreak of that crush). I spent the evening at a punk rock show and had a much better time than I would have had with a room full of people I didn’t like.

3. Who was your first roommate?
I roomed with THREE other girls my freshman year in college. A bio major, an aspiring aerobics instructor, and a funny girl named Jessica who had a drawer full of dildos.

4. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?
Red wine. So goth.

5. Who was your first sexual partner?
My first boyfriend. He was a high school dropout and kind of a trouble maker. I really did live the movie cliché high school existence.

6. What was your first job?
Apart from babysitting, I had a summer job as a day camp counselor.

7. What was your first car?
1982 blue Volvo Station Wagon.

8. When did you go to your first funeral?
Some kids in my neighborhood died in a car accident when I was in middle school.

9. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?
I was 17 when I went off to college.

10. Who was your first grade teacher?
Some lady. Actually, several ladies. I think I switched schools that year.

11. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
Moved to Oregon from Richardson, Texas (g-g-g-ghosts!) when I was 2.

12. Where did you go for your first date and who was it with?
I went to a high school play with my first boyfriend, after which we hung out in the parking lot with his friends. Super romantic.

13. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
My first boyfriend. That was clearly the height of my teenage rebellion.

14. Who was your first Best Friend in elementary and are you still friends with them?
I moved around quite a bit back then so I had a few best friends during that time. I think the first one was a German kid named Joe who I liked because he had ALL the Leggos. I’m not still friends with most of them, but I did reconnect with one of them in Seattle last year. Weird, considering we met in Huntsville, AL.

15. Who was the first person to send you flowers, or who was the first person that you sent flowers to?
Sent me flowers: I’m pretty sure it was my dad in middle school who sent me flowers to make me feel better about not being popular. He signed them “A secret admirer”. I think it might have actually made me feel worse knowing they were from my dad.
Sent flowers to: Probably a sympathy bouquet to a friend.

16. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parents house?
The lovely Anderson/Langdon dorms.

17. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?
Whoever I think would be sympathetic to that particular plight.

18. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid/groomsmen?
My friend Kristie’s.

19. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Look at the clock and groan. Seriously. Every morning I do that unwittingly.

20. What was the first concert you ever went to?
Cool Answer: Anthrax/White Zombie/Quicksand
Uncool Answer: New Kids on the Block/Tiffany

21. What was your first major surgery?
Knee Surgery.

22. First tattoo or piercing?
I reluctantly got my ears pierced when I was 10. They’re pretty much all closed up now.

23. First celebrity sighting?
I saw Jeff Foxworthy in Richmond once. He was sitting in traffic.

24. First celebrity crush?
Han Solo.