"her name is yoshimi-she has a black belt in karate working for the city-she has to discipline her body-
'cause she knows that it's demanding to defeat those evil machines-i know she can beat them....."
Things have been cluttered lately. Starting the blog and researching, i want to make my website better. At least prettier. I've been driving up to OC alot over the last week. I don't mind cause I get to log in the mileage and get paid. Not such a bad deal. Work is slow. I have to write an opener for the West/California resorts, and that's about it. We have an unreasonably peppy intern that I get to pass my yuk work on to, so now I really have nothing to do. I found out my landlord knew all along we've been having four (instead of the supposed three) people living in the house, and I felt really guilty about it especially after she was nice and didn't yell at me. She's this wild 80 year old Greek Jehovas Witness. I'm not making it up. At first she kinda terrified me, now I think of her as my crazy great-aunt or something.
I'm also trying to expand my horizons and make the most of my boring-yet-flexible-with-good-benefits job. I've been putting out the feelers in force in hope of nabbing some extra work. I will especially need it now, since I'm too guilt tripped out to add another garage-dweller back into the living situation. Damn those crafty old ladies!!! i might get to do some photo shoot styling, which would be an awesome opportunity, even if at first all I'm doing is creatively folding t-shirts. I've decided I'm just not good at this whole office job thing. It makes me want to do this (as in nothing) all day. I like to do things when I want to do them dammit!!! Oh well.
There's lots of bad blogs out there, and some really good ones.
This was my favorite that i've found so far......
trying to add comments... I'm html defunct.
Three things that scare you:
bad drivers, earthquakes, diseases
Three things that make you laugh:
everything makes me laugh, I could go off at any time
Three things you love:
chocolate, snow, horses
Three things you hate:
blueberries, big surf, fleas/ants/mosquitos
Three things you don't understand:
republicans, suicidal drivers, blatantly rude people
Three things on my desk:
swiss cheese plant, hello kitty w/ tennis racket, single snowboard glove
Right now you are:
avoiding work, listening to phones ringing, sighing
Three facts about you:
i have a heart murmur, i like the color pink, i was a wrangler!
Three things you plan to do before you die:
have a home in WY, take a surf trip to a remote island, own my own company
Three things you can do:
draw, ride, make stuff
Three things you can't do (very well):
sing, surf, throw things away
Three famous people (past or present) that you would like to meet:
Madonna, my great-grandmother Mimi, Annie Proulx
Three songs you currently like:
ugh. I'm burnt right now. But I do like the John Mayer single, a bunch of tracks from the Breeder's Title TK, and Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robot Pt. 1, by the Flaming Lips
Three things that turn you on about your gender of choice:
height, skinnyness, smile
Three movies you watch all the time:
Rushmore, The Jerk, The Hudsucker Proxy
Three things you say the most:
Word, Sweet, and I'm like...and she's like....
This font seems unneccesarily huge. oh well. Maybe I'll even figure out more of this html thing - i did figure out how to get my nickname up, as opposed to my Real Name. Very Proud of Myself.
So, my first official blog. I've been unofficially blogging away at my website, but for some reason this seemed more fun, and I don't have to feel squeamish about rambling on and on, cause thats what this is for.
My humble opinion on this whole blogging thing: It seems very self-indulgent to me. I guess that's the wrong word. Self centered? Not quite. When I come up with the right description, I'll claim it. But I'm not criticizing, cause I'm obsessed with reading about other people's lives. Especially if I don't know them. That's actually how I came across blogs.
My confession of the day: One day at work I was so bored that I found my way into some wedding site's registry and started looking at all the items that people had registered for (No one had bought any of them anything), then I moved on to spying on their personal wedding websites. I guess that isn't exactly spying if they post their lives on the world wide web, but I got some sort of creepy satisfaction learning that Joanne Smarms of Podunk, Indiana had registered for the Martha Stewart cake plate at
Kmart, was getting hitched at the Rec-Land Community Center, and her wedding colors were salmon and teal.
I have problems.
