hey hermano.

so i took a very unscheduled hiatus, but now i am back in good form, ready to sidetrack your good intentions and completely waste your time. huzzah indeed!

i watched this movie today called charlie bartlett. i rented it for two reasons. one because the eponymous character has the same last name as jed bartlett. the fictional president from the west wing. yes, i know how entirely pathetic this is. don't judge me. but the second reason was because, well, it looked pretty good. and by it looked pretty good, i mean, i saw robert downey jr. on the preview and HE looked pretty good. and hot dog on a stick, he totally was. i don't know where my head has been these past eighteen years or so since i first noticed the opposite sex, but good lord! i mean, obviously i had some semblance of good taste as george clooney earned a permanent space on my radar at the sprightly age of ten. but really, how did i overlook mr. downey junior? i don't know, but lesson learned my friends. i will be paying closer attention to everything so as to avoid regretting lost time. i urge you all to do the same.

another thing i urge you to undertake is mix tape er, um...making. ideally as a gift to me, but if you want to spread the joy to others, by all means do so. when i say mixtape, i actually mean magnetic reels of tape in cassette form and not compact discs. the infallible being that i am, i can confidently say that cassette tapes are far superior a medium for getting your point across through music. whether it's a dramatic declaration of love or simply an assurance of friendship, the point is...it's a pain in the ass to skip a song. so in essence, you make your listener hear you and really digest the songs that you love. this naturally means you must choose your songs wisely. or provide a disclaimer. i generally stick to "this doesn't mean i love you so quit freaking out", but you can come up with your own, i am sure. i also pretend i'm a radio host and am meticulous about one song flowing nicely into the other. but you don't have to be so ocd. now granted, it takes much longer to make an actual mixtape...but at least your recipient will know that you cared enough to take the time to make it. so suck on that, digital recording!

with that i leave you, your found item of the day:



rad.

now i'm down to two dollars.

on what did i squander 28 dollars? good question.

with kind of a sad answer.

i spent twenty eight dollars on a movie ticket, coffee, a new notebook and beer. note that desperately needed groceries went by the way side. in my defense, i've spent the last month so strapped for cash that anything remotely resembling luxury was immediately taken out back and shot. and so when i finally had my bills paid, i opted to spend money on things that promised levity.

though i gotta say, spending ten fiddy on a movie ticket for "the hangover" was a bit of a hard sell. i admit freely that i choked back some tears when handing my money over...but it promised levity and levity it delivered. truth be told, i would have rather gone to see "away we go", but it was lawren's suggestion and considering he's always gone freely with mine, it would have been uncouth for me to throw a fit. and it was pretty funny with some good eye candy. obviously i mean, zach galifianakis. paunchy with a beard, yes please.

the coffee and the new notebook obviously went hand in hand. i've been writing more than i have time to actually post (i only get ninety minute increments at the library). and while not all of it is fit to print, it feels good to get these thoughts out. though i must say, i can't wait until i finally have money to buy a laptop...this writing by hand crap is getting kind of old. i'm trying to figure out ways to cajole my mother into sending me her old typewriter, but it's heavy and well, she's getting frail. not to mention the postage. so i suppose you, little mead college rule, you will have to do.

and dollar beers at the comet, you will do just as nicely. with that i leave you your found item of the day:

i must have been high when i said i'd rather be poor but happy.

seriously.

i have thirty dollars to last me until my next paycheck in two weeks. part of me is tempted to take my chances at goldie's shoreline casino, but then i remember that i suck at gambling and don't handle losing money well. the wierdo clinging to the slot machines sobbing and screaming? that's me. i have a hard enough time making friends without adding bizarre emotional meltdowns to the equation.

in happier news, i discovered a new place to squander my free time other than the library or elliot bay books. in the area known as madrona park, which just so happens to be right around the corner from my house, there is, well. a park. but not just any park. a park with a full size, relatively isolated basketball court. oh yes. you read that right. the great selenie gets to practice her fly nba worthy moves in complete anonymity, any time she wants to. terrance better watch his back. game on, bitch.

with that i leave you your found item of the day: