seventy.seven.

curt fancy-ed up my dashboard on the mac. now all i have to do is hit F12 and i can see the weather in Dublin. today is supposed to be nice. today would be a good day to visit Dublin.

i just drank the most revolting iced chai tea latte, and i payed an arm and a leg for it. ridiculous.

yesterday kanoa and i drove in the car together and listened to joe purdy and the wailin jenny's and jon foreman. we listened to "a mirror is much harder to hold" abbooouuut 14 times. also that wailin jenny's song that talks about the tree...whatsitcalled??
i like trees a lot. & i think tree tattoos are pretty.

sometimes i wish my name was sophie. sophie hope. i would neverever spell it sofi.

the other day, while walking out to my car at 5:30 in the morning to go to work, i saw a shooting star. it was big, too, and slow. i almost couldn't believe it. then i got scared and ran to my car. i don't know why, but it made me shiver. it's strange to see a shooting star in the morning.

i watched "To Kill A Mockingbird" yesterday with the fellow and his familia. I really like that movie. Scout & Jem are just the neatest little kids. I will have a Scout and a Jem. Maybe two of each.

sometimes when the sun is setting, i like to turn the other way. i think it's interesting to watch the darkness slip over so quietly. you miss it when you watch just the sun, you turn around and it's already there.

i was reading Life of Pi, but now i'm getting bored of it. i'm nearly halfway through. i might decide not to finish it, and i'll feel terrible about it because it is a pretty interesting book. maybe i'll just plow through. i've learned some interesting things, including fun facts about how disgusting hyenas are.

ho hum. i'm going outside in the sun. this strange guitar music in panera is annoying.

seventy.six.

I am listening to The Wailin Jenny's and laying on the floor because my body is tired of moving. I just danced for a long time. I like dancing. Also, I've become mildly addicted to the two Wailin Jenny's albums that I have, and when I'm feeling melancholy or quiet, I listen to The Swell Season. I have so much new music to listen to, but I just rediscovered these three albums and simply cannot get enough.

Yesterday was a lovely day, I do hope that you were out and enjoying it. The fellow and I went out and picnic-ed, then bought a kite and were very entertained with it for several hours. This was no ordinary charlie brown kite, but rather a jet-shaped kite with two handles. This hardcore kite could effectively twirl and swirl around, and also dive-bomb unsuspecting persons. I was almost impaled several times, and also nearly impaled Curt. Little did we know what a dangerous pastime kite-flying was, and we were lucky to make it out alive. It was grand times.

I've had an entry in my head for a while now, but somehow can't get it out. I can't even moleskine journal it. It's just locked up inside and refuses to have words shape it. This is vexing.

We played lots of Irish music in the coffee shop for the days leading up to St. Patricks Day. There is something so charming about the flute & fiddle & banjo & bagpipes, lilting voices singing a soft ballad or some brash pub song. It was just fantastic. Now we're back to "alternative" which is nice. We play David Gray, Dave Matthews, Colbie Caillat, Joe Purdy and Iron & Wine...and muchas more. It's good music.

I smell.
[bad.]

Elena, my russian boss at the coffee house, is so funny. I always laugh when she swears, I can't help it. She'll get all in a huff about something and swear with such feeling. She has all these random quotes and sayings, it's so unexpected and hilarious.

Sometimes i really like sad songs, even when i'm not sad. sometimes i wish i was sad more often, so that i could sing these songs and be really dramatic and it would be like i was in a movie.

[confession: sometimes when a sad song plays on my ipod and i'm driving, i pretend like i'm in a movie, in which that song would play on the soundtrack.
i will pretend that i'm running for my life to another state or was brutally kicked out or someone died or something equally dramatic.
my character just drives and burst into tears with the most perfect song playing in the background.
it's crazy fun.
& now i have the added bonus of knowing precisely what song to play if any of these things ever happen.]

i am learning how to knit. it's great. the other day i sat on my front porch swing with a big blanket and knitted, then called it a night at 9:00. i'm the oldest 20 year old ever. i love my life.

the other day lauren hunnie and i sang "one voice" together & it was amazing.

seventy.five.

the other day two men came into work and asked about us getting televisions. we might get televisions and play the news. the guys said that if we got televisions they could just stay in there all day. without televisions they sat uncomfortably on the edges of their seats and didn't know what to do with themselves, and left after several minutes. they weren't able to just sit and be or read or write or do something that didn't require a television/computer screen. they couldn't even talk to each other.

i thought that was a bit sad.

i wouldn't like to be one of those people who couldn't sit by myself comfortably.

today has been one of those days. i'd like to talk about it, but i'm not sure where to start.

just one of those days, my mind complicates things and i get all worried and such. 

i tend to think about a lot of things, and this week i thought about too much and couldn't get it sorted out right.

i just listened to "make your own kind of music" and now i feel better.

this is why i like simplicity so much, because i have to work harder at it. generally, the things you have to work harder for i think turn out the best. 

[but it's so much easier to make things complex.]

do say root like boot or foot? i mean the O's. it's a tough one...

mynailsaregettinglonger&that'salli'mgoingtosayaboutthat.

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.