seventy.four.

i am beginning no nail biting: week one. it began yesterday.

i know that i am repetitive with the subject of nail biting, but i can't help it. i write about things in my life. nail biting is something in my life. 

perhaps you think that i should write about other things in my life, and skip the nail biting parts.

& you think there are probably other things to talk about.

you would be right, there probably are other things.

but isn't redundancy nice, sometimes? there is something nice and secure about the ongoing struggle to not bite my nails.

i was talking to the fellow, and was telling him of all the things i had planned for tonight. i've got the house to myself and need only to do the dishes. the evening is mine! it all sounded so nice on the phone, but as soon as i hung up i grew lazy and languid and have been only sitting on the couch.

this is unacceptable. 

it doesn't even feel great, it feels like much wasted time.

so i decided to waste time and write about biting my nails, something i do when i'm bored.

this entry is beginning to look more and more pitiful. 

elliot smith is playing on pandora. a boy that i never work here at blastacinno likes elliot smith, it's his favorite artist. when we were in training he tried to play it for everyone, with only e.t. head man really paying him any mind. 

now it is damien rice and i always like damien rice.

i've been reading this book called "Vintage Jesus." i like it. i feel like i would need to read it again, though. 

i want to read "East of Eden" again, it's just pretty long. I really liked that book. I owe the recommendation to Frank. I owe several things to Frank. Thank you, Frank.

today at blastaccino a lady came in who was so breezy. you know when you see someone and instantly you think of a word for them and it just seems to encompass them entirely? she was just breezy, in a charming way. 

"what will i have what will i havvveee???" she stared at the menu, tossing her short hair just slightly. 

"oh! oh, i will definitely have a cafe au lait. i haven't had one in just eons."

we have the best people come in the coffeehouse.

curt listens to m. ward in the truck and i really like m. ward. i also just like driving in the truck with curt.

they are hiring at the coffeehouse now because a girl got fired. we have lost 3 employees in 2 months. excellent. anyone looking for a job? i was thinking about it, and i really absolutely & truly think that i have 3 of the best jobs that anyone could ever  have. i will list them for you.

1. Camp Paradise staff member. there is no better summer job.

2. Blastacinno. i remember back in the day thinking that it had to be a great job to work at a coffeehouse, and i was not wrong at all. it's a great job.

3. CYT. teaching theater classes to little kids who inform me that turtles can breathe through their butts? it cannot get much better.

seventy.three.

whaddya say whaddya say?

hey there now let's

kanoa is sleeping peacefully on the couch she's not supposed to be sleeping on.

i'm reading & thinking & writing

let us

it's late now, tonight.

we're all sleeping.

let's just up and

it comes as quite a surprise doesn't it?

whaddya say whaddya say?

let's

go.

no no, not really.

i feel like eating watermelons.

well, just take a snapshot.

what if it doesn't?

i won't.

will you be?

crazy questions

let us let us let us

there it goes now i've dropped the ball. 

have you?

whaddya say whaddya say?

well rawther...& i like piano keys.

"who are those people?"

hey.

it's late.

goodnight.

seventy.two.

Someday I will have time to update this again, for cereal.

Currently I am immersed in a production/working/possibly selling the house.

On the upside:

I have time to write in the moleskine at work sometimes, so the pages are gradually getting fuller.

Sometimes I even try to write poetry.

I like to pretend to write poetry.

[All I really do is put the words

and sentences

in separate lines.

like this.

then i put in some

creative?

metaphors

or strange visual comparisons.

and call it

poetry.

it works for me.]

Chris is watching Wanted and I am very unimpressed. 

This is partly because I saw this main actor in that other movie he was in, Atonement, and I thought he was creepy and strange.

Do you know that it's sad to not perform any more? I like watching everyone onstage, but sometimes I wish I was just one of the chorus kids again who would not be paying any attention but would also kind of think they are the star...

seventy.one.

seventy one. not bad.

i wonder what i'll be like at seventy one years old.

today i was making a granita at work [it's like a frappacino] and the blender exploded on me.

that was so fun. it went everywhere. on me, the counter, the floor. 

the man was nice about it. i made him a new one. actually, i cleaned up. the two other girls made him a new one.

it bothers my Dad that i write in lower case letters on the internet. 

[note: i capitalized the D in Dad]

when i say bothers i don't mean BOTHERS. 

it's just...one of those things.

he feels that it's a destruction of the English language.

[note: i capitalized the E in English]

he feels that it's like when people talk quickly on the internet and the substitute "u" for "you" and "ur" for "your/you're." substituting numbers for words, so on and so forth. 

when a language is destroyed, obviously the intellect of the people speaking the language begins to decline.

isn't this in 1984? right right?

well. sometimes i can't help it. i will try to speak in full words and sentences.

sometimes, however, something just calls for a sentence fragment.

a sentence calls to begin with "and." 

sometimes, blog entries look better when written all in lower case. 

i think so, anyhow.