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this is henceforth my clean up blog entry. too many little things and i feel the need to write them all down.

i did not win those shoes. someone named urbanbiotch did. i in fact forgot about them entirely which is something i blame on the stike and my lackadaisal attitude towards being up/being online. very upsetting anyway. such nice shoes.

stupid landlord’s wife woman made me give back the keys, complained about the scratches on the floor, the broken back door, the leaning outer wall on the left of the porch, the cat pee, the broken front screen, the black sides of the stairs, etc etc. i blamed the scratches on her, the screen being that way since we moved in, the screw in the back door being gone forever and no idea how or where, the leaning wall being something i couldn’t have managed to do myself, the stairs having been black on the sides forever anyway, the cat urine…well couldn’t really deny that but said we had shampooed it some ourselves and that’s why we paid a cat deposit anyway. she did not know we paid a cat deposit. which made me begin to doubt that we paid one. besides the fact that our main deposit was only $600 total. wtf? cheap ass man. anyway. that’s the current rental house situation for those who care.

i got a new job starting next tuesday. with the california writing project. doing accounting, conference planning, webpage maintenance (hopefully), publishing stuff, travelling, reimbursements, payroll, and i don’t know what else. i’m pretty excited. there’s a window. and a brand new computer. and…tall ceilings. and a window. and clean shiny walls. WINDOW WINDOW WINDOW! it’s on the corner of bancroft and shattuck and if anyone is looking to go eating lunch around there you should let me know. cause i like food. and i will be oh so far away from nuala and kristen in cory hall that i will need new people to eat with. bus schmus. 😛

i have a paper due tomorrow. have i started? no. am i screwed? yes. it is going to be such a bad paper too. oh so bad. ha ha ha. it’s on the virgin suicides and storm riders. why? i don’t know. prob because i have both of those movies and they fit the criteria of being an american made movie that we have watched for class and a foriegn movie.

i watched 3 dvd’s of anime episodes (roughly 30 episodes) while on strike. along with 6 other movies. the anime was card captor sakura. the movies: pandaemonium (not bad), the attic expeditions (um…interesting plus seth green), olive juice (bad), harry potter (much better the longer away one is from reading the books), cinderella 2 (argh.), rock and roll high school (i’ve gained a new appreciation for the ramones), and van wilder (i really like this movie…other than the beating off the dog part.)

the bachelor party is this saturday. hoo boy. naked girls in my house. me being kicked out. bitches. whatever.

i’m going to hawaii in 10 days! maybe i need a little counter downer in the margins….hmmm…maybe i’m too lazy to do that.

def i’m too lazy to continue with this boring boring entry. maybe tomorrow will be better. probably not.

once upon a time, erica, michele, and jacob got a house together. and when michele and jacob were signing the lease the subject matter of who exactly prunes the hedges came up.

ali, the landlord–not he of the 40 theives, replied quite unconcernedly, “oh some mexicans will come and take care of that every once in a while. the townhouse community hires out to mexican workers.”

“oh yes?” michele replied, “illegal immigrant mexicans?” *

“i couldn’t say,” ali replied, unfazed by the quickly exchanged horrified giggling faces of michele, jason, and jacob.

all this from a man who is obviously middle eastern, phd in pharmocology aside. thin ice to judge a mexican strawberry picker on, lemme tell you.

this morning as i lay peacefully slumbering in my new bed in my new yellow room, ali’s bitch of a wife, nancy, called. now yesterday, as erica and i were cleaning the kitchen and mopping the floor this harridan of a woman stopped by to inform us that after all we would have to remove the fridge, washer, and dryer ourselves as the people she rented the house too (filth notwithstanding) already had thier own. i was too flabbergasted by her gall to speak.

she had already said to us, mind you, “tired girls? well you wouldn’t be so tired if you cleaned once a week instead of once a year.”

affrontery. whore.

i was so sick yesterday, but even so i had trouble falling asleep as i lay pondering all the things i would have to do today: finish cleaning, get rid of the washer, dryer, and fridge SOMEHOW, return the tv box and modem box, clean my room, try to get fatus out from under the bed (does not move well), try to sign up for this class at dvc, go to the grocery store, and lay in bed to watch movies all day. over and over again my list of chores was gnawing at the corners of my mind as the snot was dripping steadily down the back of my throat to congeal in my lungs.

back to the story at hand (i blame it on the drugs) the old, wrinkled ho-bag who called this morning said that she had found some people who would very much like a free washer, dryer, and fridge and could pick them up today at 1pm.

she went on to inform my mother (who was fielding this call as i was still wheezing in bed) that, “these people could really use these things and i want to help them in any way i can since i wouldn’t rent the house to them.”

turns out “these people” had come to see the house but based on their appearence she didn’t trust them to be able to pay rent. she had expected them to want to pick the appliances up in the evening but since they wanted to do it at 1pm and she would be at work, she called me to come and supervise it.

“you can’t miss him” she told my mom, “he’s a short mexican. i really just couldn’t rent to them, they didn’t look like they could afford the rent. you know, it was like they were biting off more than they could chew.”

i shit you not. why did she feel compelled to tell all this to my mother?

it’s come full circle, my friends. we moved in to the house on scottsdale rd, and some mexicans trimmed our shrubbery. we moved out and some mexicans removed our refrigerator. i’m going to miss that place. hell, i miss it already.

*note. i never really said that.

i want these shoes so badly. and i will have them. oh yes i will. i am currently bidding on them on ebay. they are at $10.99 and have 5 days left. i’ll keep you posted.

what is wrong with you people today? are you all being tortured and are thus too busy to do anything to your webpages? maybe you are strung up in some freakish experiment to see how long the human leg can really be pulled?

not that i am any paragon of updatedness since it is 4:30 and i haven’t done anything till now. but i was waiting for someone else to get it together so that i could swoop down and beat them to the top of the counter pile. this chance never came. sushi has been at the top since noon. a new record i think. and one to be justifiably proud of perhaps. and no, it was not my comment that was the last one on the site keeping it there at the top. it was jason. friend jason. he was probably just paying me back for the see’s candy bribe though, let’s be honest.

perhaps in reality the reason none of us has updated is because we all spent time in the real world together yesterday. a scary place the real world, and one which apparently infringes on our virtual society of amicable chatting, constant posting, and make-believe entries. (let’s disregard the fact that sean made an entry *today* since he did it at some godawful hour of the morning when all normal people should have been asleep. and besides, he updates so infrequently he doesn’t really count.) no offense there, sean. after all, your page is the “best” one out of all of ours. nominally because of the air of mystery that accumulates around the lack of 3 posts a day and the humor which has NOTHING to do with inside jokes and the rest of the cementhorizon.commmunity. you think you’re so special…….i am not bitter……shut up.

what have we learned from this post?

* michele is still overly fanatical about the counter thing on the homepage. and has developed bizarre rules and regulations to govern her actions so as not to infringe on other people being on top by forcing herself to the top.

* sean is cooler than everybody else. but today everybody else is trying to be cooler than sean by not updating thier pages.

* cheese is the new meat.

* party of five is a good show.

* nuala has a lot of candy upstairs and i am now really, really ill.

in class right now there are 4 students and the teacher. the 4th student just arrived and the teacher honest to god wrote, “Great – another guy has arrived :-)” he says things like this kind of often really. i want to fucking smack him. too bad he’s in texas or where ever the hell he is. what a dumbass. texan dumbass.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! then he wrote me after class and asked about the anime paper i had mentioned and if he could read it. and i said…well…it’s too big to email but here is the shitty shitty webpage of un-updated version of it. and then he wrote back this:

I just took a quick glance through the site and am definitely impressed – I will definitely return to focus more on it later. Also, can I link to your site from the site for the anime course I taught in May (and in future incarnations of the Web site)?

what a wonderful, wonderful man.

p.s. this is the webpage address which might link to me eventually.

i am so stressed about moving out of my current house. there is so much shit to do still that hasn’t been done yet. and it sucks! suckity suck! and all i want to do is sleep. mmm sleeeeeep….. it’s tempting to skip baseball especially since we have no bat. and it’s also tempting to quit my job now since i’ve been offered another one already starting sept. 1. i think i’n definately going to have to flake on sushi tomorrow. which sucks. maybe i can still do it. ah fuck it. i’m taking monday off from work. erica and jacob–do you have to work monday? do you want to clean monday instead? fuck this whole out by friday night thing. it’s not going to happen. we can move anything that’s left into the garage sunday and clean partially and move everything that’s left out of the garage on monday. which would mean i could help erica take the bed to goodwill and gene could come get his fucking couch and i could still make sushi tomorrow with ellie and whoever else wants to come. there is no point in stressing over this. i hate stressing. it makes me all angry.

this is not as good as aiee! oof. but it is close.

and this is FUCKING SUPER SWEET.