new post new post, here's the latest new post!
but first a break to go to the bathroom!

so usually you don't get into my life on the stool but i've had a few...problems lately.
namely that i haven't been able to crap in 6 full days. today was the first i'd made in a long long time. i was feeling the difference and it sucked. i need to eliminate more often than that, let me tell you.

past that, first week of nursing assistant classes was a waste of my time. straight up. could have learned everything i needed to know without these instructors. life is proceeding well over here in seattle although i have a nagging cough and feel just a bit ill. but i'm excited to get into working again, wierd as that sounds. i'm feeling like geezer here, i've spent way too much money lately. fortunately it's putting me in position to make more money. training will do that. the robin actually has stopped for a while. i'm not sure why. there's a big ol' racoon that's been eating the cat's food lately. he's really creepy to hear eating. so loud. bah!

so today i was woken up by this crazy ass robin. i know you're thinking about the fact that what i just said is kinda redundant since robin is obviously synonymous with crazy and perhaps even stupid but this story will inform you about why my robin is super special.
this morning at 6:43 i was woken up by something impacting my window. repeatedly. annoyingly. even vexingly. it turned out that there's a robin sitting on a post opposite my window as i wake up. he gave me this look of "what the fuck are you doing behing my screen?!?" and flew off. i went back to sleep.
fast forward to 7:30. again, i am brought out of a very nice dream by something running into the window. so this time i move forward in my bed and watch the window. and what do i see? anyone? anyone...? correct!! this fucking robin is running into the damned window over and over again!!! then i watched him more and found out that he was actually coming in and trying to rip pieces off of the screen. what for? maybe his nest, i'm thinking. damn bird.
so, long story short he's been at it all day long. only takes breaks to go find worms to sustain his madness further. it's getting annoying. like maybe i'll have to take mia back there and teach her how to bird...
other than that, good friends, life is going alright. i have a cold which i recieved from my sister as a going away present. woot woot. i've also watched half of the first season of Family Guy in the past few days. sara's been out of it since they pulled her wisdom teeth and i've been studiously nursing her back to health. she ran into a bit of shock today. i elevated her feet and gave her liquids as well as some light snacks and she started to feel better. yay for first aid merit badge! past this my days have been boring.
oh! did go to the DMV yesterday. couldn't get my license switched over because i needed 16 forms of ID. ok...maybe not that many, but i did need a whole lot. i had to have my license from CO, one of my bank cards and another form of ID. i didn't have the last one. i wanted to just yell at them that i had to do all this in CO but i knew it wouldn't do any good. it's just assinine to me that they're doing all this bureaucratic bullshit for nothing. if i have a license from CO i obviously have already jumped through these hoops, guys. but that's not good enough, evidently. so here i am waiting for my first statement from bank of america to come in and waiting for my birth certificate and waiting for my SS card and wishing that it were easier. oh! that and i watched two guys get their license with a matricula consular card and a bank statement. makes me seething angry. so now i'll leave you and get my zen on. toodles.

bon soir. all is well in seattle. i've got two applications in and both companies are looking for people. i'm pretty tired overall. just adjusting to a different bed, you know? but they have koi!! and a nice pond. makes you feel relaxed and happy. great spot to be in the heat of the day or in the evening. the weather has been great. not a cloud to be had. went to ikea and picked up...a 99 cent waste basket. i know, boring boring. at least i'm here and ready for action. hitting the ground and getting moving forward quickly. well, time to make caramel corn and rent a movie. talk to you all soon!

hey all. just a quick update. i cleaned and packed today. life is great. i've got 100lb of crap that i absolutely must have. i'm not really nervous, though. but now i've got a party to get back to. see you all soon!

her there all, i'm back with another blog. i know you were waiting with baited breath. and i have absolutely nothing new except one thing: i saw star wars!! and it wasn't as bad as the first two!!! yeas, i'm very excited for that because it means that i don't have to sit here and bash on yet another star wars movie numbered 1-3...or more accurately, 1-2. so i'm a happy camper. although when he finally did become darth vader in the machine i was very disappointed with the writing. i mean, come on! noooooooOOOOOOOOOOooooo was a line i was expecting to hear and praying i wouldn't. so friggin cheesy! i mean, damn. and some of those lines made me want to puke. or yell at them to at least get a 5 y.o. editor for the script. because that kid had more sense than the writers of this movie sometimes. and while the effects were absolutely dazzling the plot needed some help. you began to see the nazi-esque empire forming but you never really got into the politics of it. it was all action sequences and that weakened the movie. and who came up with the name General Grievous?!?!? come on! have some imagination. even General Fubar would be better! and now...that is all.

Rats and Rats and Rats for...you know!

just got home and my ears are ringing like i've not felt since built to spill october of two years ago. basically, rock was served on a big platter tonight! i've got bruises on my neck at the meeting of my clavicles, on my back between the ribs, on my arms and on my chest. i have dead legs and a parched mouth. my vocal chords hurt from screaming along and i'm a stinky mass of humanity right about now. fucking perfect night! this wasn't sara's kind of show so even though i missed her i'm glad she wasn't there. she'd be out of her element and along the sidelines cursing my name. she loves music that makes her relaxed and happy. i love music that fits my moods but more i love music that challenges me. the blood brothers provided tonight in a big way. not tom waits or mr. bungle, mind you, but still provided for my fix. i'm going to go rinse off and get myself off to bed. big day tomorrow, i'm going to try to pack up all my stuff other than my dirty clothes, which i'll be washing. wish me luck!

uh huh! i went to rilo kiley last night with sara and tonight i'm going to the blood brothers. like i was just saying, going out of the denver scene with a big bang. i plan on coming back tired, sore and bruised with ringing ears!! i'm totally excited. houndstooth pants, no knife shirt and some shit-kicking shoes are a go for tonight's apparel. now i'm going to go hang out with some folks with my last times here. talk to all soon!

so everybody put your best suit or dress on...

well, got back from the springs. turns out i get along well with sara's mom's side of the family, too. i'm pretty much a shoe-in for the husband opening...that's going to come free in 6 years or something, lol. her uncle who was taking his third trip around the groom ride is so awesome! he's a middle school teacher and his head is shaped like a huge square. not kidding. he actually literally wore a square to school one day. because he's a funny guy. so it was three days of sara, family, eating and more eating. also, no internet. i may be spotty for a while, guys, don't get pissed. lots of chaos coming into my life of late. but i move in a week! woot!! then i'll be the gaylord on the ground in seattle-town. hehe, i had to make that hideous rhyme. i kinda want to go read some yeats, lol. but here's the post! enjoy it like i know you will! i feel like such i pioneer, too, for reasons you'll never know! haHA

i've been the comment fiend lately and not a poster. i'm slacking off horribly but that's just the work talking. i really need a day off. luckily that's coming day after tomorrow. yay for wednesday! i have two shifts left at the P. then i'm done with the coffee business for at least a week, lol. we'll see if i get back into it with the big S. i really can't think of anything interesting to say right now. my creative juices were sapped with my mindless labor regime. working every day makes you apathetic and tired. but i'm doing my best to rock out my last shifts at Peaberry. wish me a bit of luck, aye?

i dont understand
how people go through life
with this chip on their shoulder
it makes me so sad
to see a man in a bar
walk up to the skinny girl
and ignore the chubby one
she probably has more in common with him
than the twit does
deep rooted passion
for the things that she loves
feelings that extend beyond the mirror
takes nothing in vain
but just loves with her heart
and not his checkbook

i have noticed this lately
with my own experiences
i have gotten a little chubby
since the birth of my child
and my friends are skinny
they get approached at the bar
but they have nothing to say
so i end up talking to these men
whom im not really interested in because of the reason they are there in the first place
but they listen to what i say
and want to know more
but i blow them off
because i dont need any more judgemental people in my life

All i have to say is DAMN STRAIGHT, lil red!!!

your friends will be there when you most need them...

in bed.

ever tried that? just add "in bed" to the end of any fortune you read. e.g. "you will have great successes in whatever you attempt...in bed." most fun you'll have in that cheap chinese place down the street. and what i've always wondered is what percentage of the chinese population here on earth run little dollar-a-scoop restaurants? i'm really curious! sorry i've not been posting, i've worked every single day this week and put in 43.70 hours or something like that. two more days until i have a day off! i can't wait. then i'll work my last shift at peaberry coffee! yeah, big changes start with a small step on thursday. the tempest comes.

Don't bad-mouth the dead! They'll find you again. It's all an ink-cartridge funeral. We'll sit and await our death. But why? What is the answer?!?
 

Look at that head! It's like a melon on a popsicle stick. Or just a funny angle. 

fat upper lip

so far today i've had a decent time of it. but not great. no no, far from great. let me give you a quick two reasons why. first off, while changing my buddy micah's oil, he thought it'd be a fun idea to swing the torque bar we had with all the different attachments we had for various jobs we were doing on his car in my general direction. the end piece came clear off and rocked me right in the face. so now my lip is fat on one side(i look like a demented parrot fish or something) and i've got a nice cheekbone...except it's a bruise. second thing. i don't know how many of you read literature but there's this one frenchman whose name escapes me. still, what he would do to you as a reader is toy with your feelings. there's a certain scene i remember vividly in one of his stories in which they encounter a dead body by the side of the road. he then goes into clinical description of every smell, sight, perception to be had about this dead woman and it makes your stomach curl. there is a point to that little blurb: we just found a small dog half decayed in the creek in my backyard. he was small, white with brown spots and was nearly hairless. i'd guage him to be of a weight of no more than ten pounds in life although distended with the water his cells absorbed he was closer to twenty. all the muscles of the face and neck where fully decayed as were those parts above the water. those under the water moved as if in life in the current. the skull was partially exposed and free of all flesh. flies quickly deposited their spawn onto the skin. when we went to move it with a shovel the whole of the body quaked like a grotesque semblance of the gelatin my grandmother used to make in molds. the blood vessels were almost completely destroyed by the pressures and that skin which was not rotted away was opaque. then entire body hung limp over the end of the shovel as if a clump of mere sod. flies landed on myself and my friend in protest, as their feast was being stolen in the middle of their dinner party. the smell was one that most know. it is that of a sausage that has been left out too long in the sun.

at this point i must leave off, i'm getting very sick to my stomach. suffice it to say it's a good thing i hadn't eaten a full meal. i've had that feeling of wanting to puke in the back of my throat now for about 20 min. i feel so bad for the little guy.