I moved into my new place on Saturday, apparently I have gotten so good at moving that the entire move with a truck and a kia sportage took only about 4 hours! I was amazed, but with this being my fourth move in two years its about damn time. Mandi is awesome and super easy to live with, she marveled at my skillful and speedy unpacking abilities. I also have fallen deeply in love with her puppy Selena. She is such a good dog, an angel puppy. Pictured above she is confused and scared of the bread maker, this was right after she ran away from it she came in for a closer look.

We have a small but beautiful bungalow house, with a storage space and lovely hardwood floors. Our neighbors are nice, but a little crazy, they all have dogs that are much less loved than Selena and kept outdoors all day and all night. Selena stays inside when we're not home, shes so spoiled. (or not neglected) I am going to plant a lasagna garden in the back yard, it looks super easy and I can't wait till spring when I can start planting veggies!

I got my plane tickets to Gainesville, FL yesterday to attend the fest once again. I have done this the past two years and had a blast both times. I am really excited about this year. Its my chance to run away and have way too much fun all weekend one last time before winter. I am looking forward to seeing lots of old friends and making new ones too. October is my favorite month.

Yesterday a random person contacted me via AIM to tell me they were my secret admirer. I think its quite silly but I am also flattered and in a bit of disbelief. I mean I know I'm awesome, but I am always caught off guard when other people think so. Especially mysterious secretive people who claim to have never met me and give me very few clues to their identity. I guess that's part of the fun? I would love to solve the puzzle but somehow I feel like playing along and feeling this out will be much more fun. I guess the anonymity would make it a little easier to express feelings. I appreciate appreciation, and secretive people who want to make me feel special.

Dinner's for suckers

I haphazardly made fallafel balls last night and my rad roommate Becca
came up with some quick ideas of delicious things to accompany them.
She plans meals, I do not! She also arranged the veggies neatly on the
plate in a way that made me want to photograph them! I'm moving again
this weekend and I'm going to miss having a rad vegan roommate! She is
so Eco friendly too and reuses everything! I've been inspired!

Yesterday

I came home from a grueling weekend in the wilderness. I hiked for 5 hours, half of that was through a river. I didn't want to move the rest of the day. I barely slept because of all the moaning and love making that was going on in the other tents. Being single sucks. I was awakened at seven AM by screaming children. YES!

When I got "home" to my "haunted" room at Becca's house the kitty cat tailpipe was asleep on my bed. It warmed my heart and made me feel accepted and loved by my new feline roommate. Too bad I am moving out this weekend and will no longer be living with her. Fortunately I will be bunking with Mandi and her pit mix Selena, I haven't lived with a doggie in super long so I am way excited.

I came home with the sniffles, I was cranky the whole car ride home cause I was dirty, sore and we were listening to modest mouse and radiohead. I wanted to punch something and then fall asleep. I am not so good at mainstream indie rock. ESPECIALLY so early in the morning! How do people listen to that stuff without falling asleep? Seriously! In her defense she is in college and otherwise great people.

When I got home from work I made some cous cous and i screwed it up and it burnt to the bottom of the pot, I am a dummy sometimes. i spent the rest of the night trying to air out the kitchen and clean the burnt junk off Becca's sauce pan. I blame the virgin suicides for being such a great movie and making me want to watch it instead of watch my food.

Today I am in a weird mood and just want to be hugged by cute boys. I guess I want that all the time though.

ghost stories.

I have never really considered myself a nomadic person. Most of my life was spent in the same place, I have never lived more than 10 miles from where I was born. 21 years were spent in the same house. Now I am finding that despite my best efforts, I have been forced into this roaming wanderer life style.

In two years I will have moved four times, five if we only stay the length of the lease. That being said I have WAAAYY too much stuff to be this mobile and have decided that a serious cleanse is in order. I am a pack rat, I always have been and fear this moving thing may be the death of me.

I am currently living with a coworker temporarily, who was kind enough to open her house to me. She let me move in all of my stuff only so I can move it out again in a couple weeks. She lives in a big house really close to my work all by herself. I have shoved most of my crap into the master bedroom, allegedly the room with the most "supernatural activity". I have never really been sensitive to that sort of thing but I do love ghost stories and the idea of living in the "haunted room" makes my short stay mucho exciting.

Last night was my first night there, in the haunted room. As soon as I tucked myself in and put my phone on the charger I heard a strange thud. Okay it was just the power strip settling into place since I had pulled the cord a little to set my alarm. I went to sleep slightly spooked and puzzled by the cold air when the room had been baking hours before. It was either ghost hugs or shotty insulation.

In the middle of the night I was awakened by a much larger thud followed by lots of small fast thuds. This one scared me for a good two minutes as I laid there freaked out in the giant bed. (My bed which I smooshed next to the twin bed that was already in there to form the dreaded bed behemoth. The little bed is mostly occupied by the kitty cat named Tailpipe.) After the noise kept happening I realized that it was most likely a Turkey, yes, a turkey on the roof.

The neighbor has about ten enormous turkeys that my roommate hates. She warned me about them jumping on the roof and being scary and loud. I saw them out the bathroom window this morning as I was getting ready for work. They are right next to my bedroom, and apparently love the roof. Once I figured out the turkeys were merely trotting on the roof I felt a little less anxious and slept soundly, except for all the times the turkeys woke me up.

The pillowfort that I am currently moving out of is mostly vacant, and big and sad lately. Everything has to be out by Wednesday and I am sad to see my dream house go. I had the best, and worst two months of my life there. I had 3 shows in the basement, I had annoyed neighbors, I had suicidal roommates, I had bottles of piss on the porch. Sometimes you love a place so much it destroys you. 997 Delmas Avenue only made us stronger.

Run. On.

This morning I was riding my bike to work and this big dog in a car
that was parked barked at me right as I got next to it and I screamed
and swerved into the street and my friend who left shortly after me
swerved her car to keep from hitting me and the group of girls across
the street laughed.

I am a positive person

I am high functioning. I have the biggest dumbest heart ever. I love a little too much. I am a worrier. I can be obsessive. I get stressed out. I take care of people. I have never ever ever wanted to die.

I don't understand what makes anyone want to die, especially when they live in a nice house, and have awesome friends who love them and are totally supportive of them. Friends who are willing to do anything to keep you afloat, to make sure you're okay. Friends who feed you and stay up all night trying to convince you that you can get through this, its only a hurdle, a speed bump.

I called 911 for the first time in my life today. He was in a seizure and non responsive, and when he did look up at me his eyes went all googly. He didn't respond to his name, and he couldn't move. I accidentally put my arm in his sick, but that didn't bother me at all because I was too worried to worry. Sunday he tried to leave us, he almost did it. Today he told me he would get help. Today I found him almost dead. How many more times does this have to happen before he is okay? Can this be the last time?

boys...

How do I make them kiss me?