Nyotaimori

this weekend i drove to and from vegas with jason to retrieve things like photo albums, (bruised my legs), old family movies in reels, (dropped on my foot), box of records, (smashed my finger and then jason made me take them out of the car anyway because they impeded his rear window view.)

jason’s house made me sad. the empty pool. the big bed in his dad’s room with no sheets on it. and most of all the mountains and mountains of stuff. everywhere. what do you do when faced with that? it was completely overwhelming. i remember getting to my grandfather’s house the summer after i graduated when he died and we had to clean the whole place and that was a good 20 years more accumulated garbage then westwind drive had. and we spent a whole month there doing nothing but cleaning and having a garage sale.

last week i was at safeway and the cute boy who’s hair was more dishelved than normal told me as i approached the counter that it was prostate cancer awareness week and he had to tell everybody this spiel and he didn’t really expect me to contribute anything but threw out the $1 or $5 amounts politely. i looked him in the eye, wrote down $20 and my dad’s name and handed it back to him.

i finished jason’s book on the drive back up and in the last couple of pages there’s a note from jason to himself as a reminder to ask his dad about a zip code in the LA area. i have no idea if jason ever got to ask this. but just the inclusion of it there staring up at me from this page of words that jason wrote, this beautiful novel that his dad will never get to read, seen by me while surrounded by the memories of their life as a family–was unutterably depressing.

so here it is, the me finally getting around to posting since the whole no more job thing. it’s amazing how little time you really seem to have when you have no job. you’re running all over the place trying to get things done but there’s so much more sleeping, driving to and from vegas, and topless sunbathing with erica to do. where does the time go? i just don’t know.

the party on friday was great. well it was great except for 2 things which pissed me off. 1 of which was stupid bleached hair boy who i think was named dwight who was a dick and stopped the party and upset baggity baggity o branny. fook that bastard.

the other was the excessively cute boy who i wanted to talk more with but who i was too shy to approach. damn me and my inabilty to make conversation in public! argh. it was funny when sean sent him over to ask me what was in the jungle juice and i answered very politely the whole time inwardly screaming, “he’s talking to me! talking to me! ahhh he even knew my name! what to do what to do?!” but then he left and jacob and jason grinned at me like devils and complimented my ability to form logical sentences and not run screaming. kristen later said irritably, “well of course you answer direct questions. of course. sheesh. boys.” and i was like, “yeah..uh…except for when i don’t. and run screaming. sheesh. me.”

anyway. he was really cute and i beat myself up over it all weekend. in between beating myself up with boxes, spraining ankles, delivering great smashings to my thumb which have caused quite a delightful blood blister, etc. i am a wreck. a wreck i tell you. but nowhere near as bad as my brother.

*this lovely title of a gem is compliments primarily of a story kati vol’s friend mike told me at the party about how he doesn’t like sleeping on his pillows while in bed. it was involved and elicted much giggling afterwards while we told the pillows to fook off. let me clarify because that sentence is a little confusing with the two places named. he told me at the party. at no point was i in a bed with him. the bed resided solely in the story. and i didn’t make out with kristen either.

last day of work for the summer! last day!

would anyone be interested in going to see a show at the palace of fine arts on august 10th with me? it supports world humanitarian efforts and IS IN THE PALACE OF FINE ARTS. it’s indian classical and yogic mixed dance stuff. here is info about the causes it supports, here is info about the tickets, and here is some more info about the event. i do not care if we get $15 or $25 tickets, but would prefer $25.

jesse (of jenny and jesse fame) has his own webpage now. perhaps partially inspired by me! aaahh. anyway, i am linking to it on the side and also here if you wanna go check it out. =)

jason makes funny faces from the bart car at dustin.

dustin: “oh no, you didn’t!”

cute unknown girl: “oh yes he did!”

michele: “try it on her!”

dustin: “i have llamas.”

CUG: “no llamas.”

D: “YES llamas.”

CUG: “seriously, no llamas.”

D: “oh but yes, lla-lla-lla-llllllllllllllamas.”

(click here to go rate the llamas and make sure to read the comments because somewhere in there someone is asking for pictures of llama clits and that’s just plain wrong.)

pictures are now up. which is good since this week’s baseball is fast approaching. which will be on thursday again, same everything else. next week we are moving it to friday to see how that works for people for a week. and then we can discuss and change again if need be.

there’s also a ton of pictures that gene put up on eloise that you should check out. they’re of seattle mostly and driving and riding and a picnic. the movie he did while driving back from santa barbara is hell of fun to watch, though it takes a long time to download.