crossing moon river in style

My sister got married on Sunday, in Bellingham. The groom's family was from Kentucky and the pastor's name was Rick Todd. That's.....really all I got.

Raina has gone off to have lunch with a girl who I do not care for, so I have retreated to my fortress of solitude, the Library. I am dreading work tomorrow with every inch of my being. I wish I was back on Waldron, even though there is no Vh1 or frozen icecream pies.

I miss my bicycle.

I hate my boss so, so much. She is such a fucking witch. Burn her! Buuuurn her!

On the fourth a bunch of us scrappy Waldron kids walked all the way around the island. It was the second time I've done it. It's like 13 miles and a good portion of that is spent clinging to barnacle crusted rock faces, watching sweat drip off your face and into the freezing cold waters of the Salish Sea below. And we had to swim part of it, and all my clothes got wet, even though I put them in a bag. There was a hole in the bag. And I ripped a giant hole in the arse of my pants saving Alanna from a watery doom. I was so sore the next few days, I could barely make it down the stairs from my tiny wasp filled room. So mostly, I didn't, and layed around reading ancient British magazines and making plans for the artists' collective that Raina and I are going to form someday, somewhere, somehow.

I got a fabulous bicycle at the Thrift store for $5.00, so now I can ride all over the island, and I do, and how.

So. I've definitely lost my phone. In that it was not where I thought it would be, and I have no idea where it is now. So that's the thing.

I have got to be the world's worst farm girl, seriously. I just hate being dirty, hate carrying things, hate how my hands feel after working in the dirt and picking flowers. I can get over it temporarily, so I guess I'm not THE worst, but still. And my parents are maniacs, fucking A. But yeah yeah, it's really beautiful and fulfilling and whatnot, and it's worth it. So, not the worst. I take it all back. Hooray for me.

Seeing Justin was fabulous, he's an awesome kid. Now, however, I believe my mother is convinced that I'm doing him, based on some incredibly uncomfortable comments she made. This is also an interesting development because I'm pretty sure she's been under the impression for several years that Raina and I are lesbian lovers. Go figure.

I built a tiny peace-and-love hut on the beach the other day. I planted animal bones in its yard. And I had to talk to this old lady I know for a long time. That sucked. I have to go to the farmers market tomorrow and hawk my floral wares.

Damn. I can't remember how to say goodbye in German.

Today, in honor of my birthday, Raina took me around and bought me stuff. Two magazines, some sweet-smelling lotions, a bag of salt and vinegar potatoe chips, a Jones soda, and some pink shiny things from the Thrift Store, and a good bout of laying in the graveyard reading said magazines (because I like them, Steve, perhaps even more than you like genocide) later, I feel a bit nauseous, sun-tired, but overall satisfied. And tonight I get to see dear Justin before he goes off to god knows where. All my friends are in far away, fun-sounding places, like Chile (Naomi) and....some other place (Rowan). Dammit.

We bought our plane tickets to NY today, a pretty good deal, and we'll be there for two whole weeks. I'm looking forward to going somewhere huge and famous, where nobody knows who the hell I am. There's so many things I want to see, so many things you read and hear about and see in movies and on TV. I want to see them for real. We're going to walk Jacky's little brother to school the first day we are there, a private, Catholic school, after arriving at 5:30 am. That should be no less than fantastic.

Ok, so I'm going back to Waldron today, and I'll find my frigging phone, and I'll ride my bike all the hell over the island to find someplace where I get reception, check my messages, and try and patch things up as best as possible.

"I thought that was a limo for a second..." Raina, who is reading over my shoulder, and claims she is no good at endings.

Washington is hotter and lusher than I remembered. I really dig this whole "leaving for the winter, coming back in the summer" thing. Evrything is so incredibly green and crazy and huge. There are wild flowers all along the highways. Have they been there all along? Perhaps I simply never noticed them before *idyllic sigh*

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 19. If you believe in that whole "age" thing. Myself, I don't believe in ages, or atleast age as a mark of how one should act and/or feel. For all intensive purposes, I am still very soundly thirteen. And thirteen I fear I shall stay, till the apocalypse which Steve's evil clock is ticking closer too every second...

The library lady is kicking me out. So out I must go. I'm going to New York for a couple weeks at the end of August, it's going to be so mutha fuking hot, figuratively and literally. Peace, I'm out this bitch (can you type "bitch" at a library?)

Slept in far too late today, took care of shipping business. According to the bald guy behind the counter, my stuff should arrive "anywhere from 10 days to a month and a half" from now. That's what I get for being cheap. Wonderful. But I don't put too much stock in that. He's got an attitude that one.

Hung out with Nat, Monica, and Kara, was accosted at Jamba Juice by guerilla advertising and locked out of buying something shiny and useless at Urban Outfitters (hence the wail I let escape while slumped against the double glass doors that is the title of this entry.) And you know what else? I had a fucking awesome sandwich today.

The room is on the one hand depressing but also interesting. Kyla said that if there were bars on the window they would not look out of place, due to the lack of light, bare walls, filthy carpet and barren bunked beds. But hey, atleast I got a private cell, bitches. Sorry Hauna, you're gonna have to find someone else to drop the soap for a while... ;)

What the hell. I'm so excited for the new Wes Anderson movie, it sounds so badass. Only problem is I have to wait till Christmas to see it.

Film final. Tomorrow. 4 pm. I'll be there. And I'll be square.

This post bores me.

Packed packed packed all day. Everything is dusty, there's hair all over our carpet. All different kinds. We are multi-haired. Peace love and hair. Hair is such a great musical....

That's pretty much how my brain has been working today. I ascertained that, although I have a shitload of boxes, all many many times bigger than a bread box, I should have enough cash to ship it all, after payday on Tuesday that is. Good. Great. Grand.

I'm excited to go home. I'm excited to see Raina, and Justin who I haven't seen for a year, and all the kiddos. I think some of them have been in foreign countries since I last saw them. I really should try and keep on top of things. I need to write my grandma back.

I'm not, however, looking forward to the getting home part. The bus will be hell, especially since I've got to check my guitar which means every time I transfer I've got to make them fish it out for me from the belly of the bus, while the window seats are all being taken by smelly bearded men. Some kind folks on the Wes Anderson message board I frequent have made me some mystery mix CDs and are sending them along. I think that's cool. I hope they get here in time.

Oh sweet Jebus, I have a final in Personal Computers tomorrow at 8:00 am. Tomorrow I hope to make a final journey to Steamer Lane to say farewell to the surfers. I'm sure they wont miss me half as much as I'll miss them.

What am I doing with my life?

How will it feel in just over a year to look in the mirror and say "hello, my name is Siri. I'm 20 years old"?

Why the FUCK is the font on this page so big, and more importantly, why can't I change it? Eh? Answer me that, livejournal puppetmasters.

I'm tired, my head feels hot, and I have things to do that need doing.

Goddamn it!!!

First of all, I had pretty much swarn to myself that I would never make one of these things. I mean, how pathetic, narcissistic and desperate can you get? Well, now I truly know the answer, because here I am, inspite of it all.

Also, this fucking thing wont let me change the colors and the layouts I can use all suck, so no fance for me. Default city. Gross.

Anyways, this is mistly just to see how it all looks and stuff, so I'm gonna go.