this night is calm and dull

Hello? Anyone out there?

It's 12:17. Adam's asleep upstairs. I worked until 9 and still need to have some semblance of an evening, seeing has how I slept the afternoon away.

To be honest, I'm not sure why I'm posting here and not blogger. I went on a frenzy to find new livejournal icons for commenting in the various communities that I'm more or less addicted to -and then I realized I haven't posted anything for awhile.

What is there to say?

I'm counting down until the new shopping center opens and I can get jamba juice OR coffee. And perhaps go on daily Target runs, thereby limiting my ability to get an iphone, seeing as apple didn't design the original mini to withstand constant usage (really, now!) I'm ARCO's #1 customer, making daily drives to Northgate and back. My little SUVs a great gas guzzler, let me tell you.

I also apparently talk in my sleep and steal the comforter when I should otherwise be asleep. Concerning, but also cute, I suppose.

I've now missed half the season of Gossip Girl, and am too concerned with Ms. Britney Spears to watch the rerun on youtube. That girl needs to pull it together. If she can't do it, I don't know who can (except Heidi Klum. That woman is amazing.)

Life is....normal. Which is more or less why I've abandoned blogging for the whole. Nothing to say, nothing dramatic has arisen lately and when something has, it doesn't seem so important. Not important enough to encode it into some blog that people I don't know are reading (or people I'd rather not know are reading.)

I've filled my time facebook stalking and texting for the latest juice. Engagements, marriages, and divorces fill the air. I like to think I'll get an invite, or an announcement, but I know I don't want to see anyone else that would be there.

So - congratulations.

I also would like to think that the Huskies and Seahawks will pull it off, but then again, I work all weekend, every weekend, and only find out about the score when the "crowd" cheers or boos. I love my job. Just not when I miss an important play because some 5 year old can't tell me what they want.

It's just food *sigh*.

Nothing else is good gossip, at least not enough to share with you. I suppose I'll post again, tommorow I have the day off and a girl/pretend-house-wife can only clean so much. That, and I should really stay away from the mall. I really, really should.

  • Current Music
    hands down - dashboard

i think i'll start it over.

In the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun...
oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
this world you must've said...

you don't know me, you don't even care,
you don't know me, you don't wear my chains...

essential and appealed, carry all your thoughts across
an open field,
when flowers gaze at you...they're not the only ones who cry
when they see you
you said...

you don't know me, you don't even care,
you don't know me, you don't wear my chains...

she said i think i'll go to boston...
i think i'll start a new life,
i think i'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
i'll get out of california, i'm tired of the weather,
i think i'll get a lover and fly em out to spain...
i think i'll go to boston,
i think that i'm just tired
i think i need a new tow, to leave this all behind...
i think i need a sunrise, i'm tired of the sunset,
i hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice...
boston...where no one knows my name...

This is my last livejournal entry, public or private. Thanks for reading...all....5 of you. Time for new things. Time for Boston.

days...come and go....

so rage is in the 909 in august...just a few miles from my old house. i'll be in the 509 with dave. to me, that seems just right.

i miss it sometimes. once in awhile, i'll wish i hadn't left, because the reasons i did were all wrong. but here i am. in love. moving on with life. apartment of my dreams. nothing wrong.

i never post on here when things are good, and this is why. i have nothing to say. i could recap how stellar the jack's mannequin concert was. i could discuss the jackass seattle cops that get their income via ridiculous traffic tickets. i could discuss the amazing decorative nature that candles are.

or i could just sit here on aim at 9:45 at night drinking my margarita with my hoodie on thinking i'm kind of excited for tommorow and for no reason other than it will be exactly like today.

minus the whole impromptu roadtrip to renton.

i guess...that's it. i'll fill in the void with my favorite song these days, of the same name as the current song, by a different artist:

Not talkin bout a year
No not three or four
I dont want that kind of forever
In my life anymore
Forever always seems
To be around when it begins
But forever never seems
To be around when it ends
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you

People spend so much time
Every single day
Runnin round all over town
Givin their forever away
But no not me
I wont let my forever roam
And now I hope I can find
My forever a home
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you

Like a handless clock with numbers
An infinite of time
No not the forever found
Only in the mind
Forever always seems
To be around when things begin
But forever never seems
To be around when things end
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you
  • Current Music
    forever - papa roach

just one more plane ride and its done

i have so much to say, but i'll just say that if i wake up tommorow and i haven't gone to california yet, i wouldn't be surprised.

and i'd be even less surprised if i found out that tommorow is graduation day and it really isn't christmas and none of the last six months have really happened.

she went to my elementary school. he said i was his. they have their hot tub built. he is my ex. i slept in his bed again. i was in my house again. things are all the same but 180 degrees different.

and now, tommorow, i will return to my life.

and miss yesterday's all the same......

you were right when you said......

I'd be lying if I said I just noticed the date.

Nonetheless, 2 years goes by fast.

Places moved to and from. Salaries. Own places. Jewelry taken off and worn and taken off again. Places traveled to and returned.

And today, taking out the garbage (all of, what, 3 feet down the hall?) I realized....

I haven't ever been happier in these two years than I am right now.


I need hot chocolate with mint coffee creamer.
  • Current Music
    built to spill

*insert some lyric about snow here*

3 hour commute home.

Didn't spin out once.

Seahawks came back just as I turned the tv on.

Ice cream for dinner was an excellent idea.

Screen door is jammed or frozen shut, but I can still see the line of cars on 522/lake city way from the inside. It's almost 11 at night. I feel sorry for them.

Possible snow day tommorow. Or, Ice Day, depends on how you look at the mess of frozen slush on the road....or how it will look at 7:30 tommorow.

Slightly tired.