I have had bad, bad bad luck with picking out wines lately.. like really awful. Going off the label, and alcohol content doesn't always work. I really want to be a DJ, and have a house party. New Years... here? really? maybe it could work... let me ask my roommate and landlord, it's a fun thought that's for sure.... My car would need to be shoveled out to go anywhere.... I am a little grumpy bear when I dont get out of the house and watch WAY too many movies and read too many silly books about parasites in the world. Santacon... 1000 of drunk santas, me: costume less but armed with random wrapped gifts and 300 condoms. Ran into two people I "knew" which makes me feel like Seattle is small. And somehow ended with a hat on my head and red scarf. Thanks burners. I love you. Then I got on the wrong "express" bus... and had to walk really far in the snow. I tried hitch hiking with no luck? Come on.. why wouldn't you want to pick me up? bitches. That started the sass I think. Being too drunk to play Cranium and forgetting my fleece probably didn't help. At least I wasn't the drunk drunk girl who pulled me into a bar to do shots... only to begin making out with some scuzzy guy who wasn't as drunk that I decided it would be a good idea to call out on his shit. "Get some self esteem and higher standards." And then the drunk dials I dont remember making... All while I am covered in snow.. I bit it twice... ridiculous. This is after I ran into Art and Q, on Capitol Hill. Hey remember that one time you had a basement? remember that one time you got married for a green card... life is Nuts. I am going to call in sick tomorrow because there is no way I can get to Federal Way.. which sucks. But I guess I can read more and do yoga.
you know your an adult when: you have to go to work when it's still snowing... big flakes outside... and you have to walk down a BIG hill to catch a bus, which may or may not be running...
I am really thankful I am not a washed up porn star with a dying pug. I am grateful I am not a self proclaimed whore, and don't take people home from the bars every weekend. I'm pretty sure I'm thankful I'm usually not drunk when I wake up in the morning. I'm glad I wore a christmas hat and jersey and went to the game. I'm excited for Santacon. Kimya Dawson is maybe the cutest person/performer ever. I have a new friend that I'm excited about. I'm also maybe equally excited to take drunk photos next to a Jimmi Hendrix cutout, when I attend a wedding at the EMP. I need to meal-plan more. I'm also really glad I have heat. And there isn't a civil war in my country that forced me to walk over 1,000 miles when I was 5-13 years old. It also makes me realize that I can't work a computer/desk job, and need to be a relief worker in a third world country possibly. yes. indeed. Who knew that 2 weeks could be such a bizarre time to count by... only sort of, not really.
bouncing on a properly inflated yoga ball is maybe the best thing ever. So is Pandora. So are space heaters on sale at Target, that aren't going to trip the power system. I have a lot to do, but really bouncing on this yoga ball and having a mini-dance party with myself is like the best thing ever right now. I'm off to write craigslists ads and try to find a yoga class.
Life is so weird. As is time. Pandora radio is amazing, especially when you start with United State of Electronica. Slightly melted ice cream is pretty damn amazing too. So my sister no longer lives here and that is really weird. But it's nice to put around my parents house and steal yummy veggies and berries from their yard. I just sent a package with my photography bubble wrapped, and defaced with my signature, off to a gallery in Boston, which is awesome and totally crazy. I am living on Sherman St, in my OWN room! It feels great to take baths and check myself out in a full length mirrors,all surrounded by my own decoration choices. And then get to absorb tea into my system with my lovely roomates. Jobs, and a schedule of my life should fall into place shortly. I would like benefits, Paul's yoga, and volunteering to teach munchkins to juggle to all be a part of it. I just juggled on Lopez island, where not a lot of people have indoor bathrooms, and all participate in C.S.A's. I wore a lot of layers and found it ironic that this tent wasn't waterproof either. Eww my mom just came and fed me a prune soaked in lime... ewww. There is a lot going on in my mouth right now.
So once: I just paid a lot of money for gas, then unlocked a door, in like the safest neighborhood ever, really there is no need for you to lock your door when you are home, and then look at me like I'm some intruder walking into your house. Nor is there a need to attend lame ass camp training. You're right I am a director, and I dont like people to waste my time. So now I am at the library (that has fast internet/computers) buying juggling clubs on amazon for graduation presents with the money I got for cleaning out my mother closet. in which we found among other things: some pot, 2 diaphams and an old IUD, yes that used to be inside her. Oh god. Oh life I am ready to get an amazing job, and have my own home. I have lived out of other people's spaces for over 2 years nearly, that is totally nuts. Yep, I'm ready to be around support and love, and I'm putting on my party pants this weekend, not only to pre-funk the weekend, but then to have families mingle, and get drunk. "lets play the who can get who's parents the most sloshed." As U.S.E once said it is on. So yes, grad and dads and crazy commutes. That is the storty of my life. Oh and with some brown-nosers, church going jesus loving girls, and a pimply lifeguard who is going to be my first co-counselor. Oh, have I mentioned the ghetto fabulous Everett teen population that I'm working with, and how staff training as of yet has addressed NOTHING about how to deal with them. I'm over this shit, and watching child abuse prevention videos. (this one actually shows some kid drowning in a pool....) WTF. People are giving birth, and taking body shots in Mexico. And it's warm on the East Coast. wow life you are nuts.
wow sometimes when your special friends that "never" post, post, you feel so inclined to do so. This is while Arrest Development is happening in front of me, while two drunk and high boys are totally into it. I haven't watched the series from the beginning, and feel that socially awkward tv series, aren't really my bag. Take The Office for example. I had a moment relating to a Kimya Dawson moment in the reef bathroom. Since when do I celebrate other peoples birthdays at the Reef, and The 4t Ave?!?! I'm glad its not my life is all I can say. I'm glad I dont live below shady drug lords/ghetto fabulous Mexican music blaring neighbors who think we are robbers as we try to scale a second story balcony. Really we are just trying to help her friend that lost her key in some drunken stooper. "Its bring your daughter to work day." ..... Arrest D "Man, I've participated in that shit."..... Bea Daily I checked crazy big things off my to-do list today. I am actually going to start working, for the first time in close to a year and 1/2. Wow. New co's, trips, and age groups every week. Suck on that. I am becoming the mentor, and well thats weird and makes me feels old. People are living their lives and doing what they need to do, and its not about me, at all. But it still makes me sad I can't call people for coffee, beer, or where the happening party is at. Is that point in our life really over. Ya, I think it is, and that's weird. I did go to Swing, a swanky bar with one of my old residents, who now climbs trees for a living and makes bank doing so. Only in Olympia. he bought me drinks and defiantly went down a one way street, because well he's lived in Olympia his whole life, and he does what he wants. Ive eaten a lot of pizza in the past 48 hours. "I just got my second wind" Okay I've got peace like a river. "Are you really trading Tila Tequila for Arrest Development. I don't think there is enough holy water in the house." -Sam Love love love.
Ohh life, you are so funny and great to be reminded of. Especially when it is my own a few years ago. Time, shit I've been gone a year, and well frankly that is a damn long time. But I have learned here in Bali, to live for the moment, not the time. I'm coming home, or am I going home? Either way it's happening in 2 weeks, and well shit that is just nuts. totally and udderly nuts. It's nuts to try and fit things into a backpack, it's nuts to think about seeing people, it's nuts that I am going to drive a car and take a bath, and drink champange. it's going to be nuts to have freeish Fast internet. yes, I am excited for all these things. It might all be a little overwhelming, but hey I'll just hang out at asian superstores and I'm sure somehow everything will work out. It usually tends to do that.
Olympia is so good. Good friends. Good food. Good stories. Good familiar faces. I love the synchronicity that occurs here, it reminds me that things are great and wonderful and things work out. Well that is until a pack of cloves is consumed in a weekend and the cops get involved. 3am is my new favorite time of day. I feel like I have a crush on every boy. And sometimes I feel like I try too hard. Charlies is not that cool. I just did some Olympia postsecret time on the floor next to a fire that starts with a button. I felt great to get some creative outlets and juices flowing. I'm going to miss Olympia a lot. But in the words of the sassy postcard; I have big balls, and I'm ready to ejaculate.
I'm so annoyed right now. I just figured out that I owe our fucking government 90.99, because they didn't take enough out of my pay check. fuck Anthony's as an employer. I claimed my tips and thought I filled out my W-4 so that they would take as much as needed, and then I'd get moola back, because that's always lovely. But no, my track record just keeps going downhill 2004, $9.07 back 2005, $1.09 back 2006, thinking of skipping the country and sending them a picture of my middle finger. Working under the table for a flaky employer is almost as frusterating. Now, they don't need me. WTF? I'm thinking of sending them a photocopy of my middle finger too. That, and I also calculated that Malarone is 5.00 a pill. That's SO much, and I totally paid for it. Fuck pharmaceutical companies. God money is such a bitchy STD infested whore.
the new shins album is all I want to listen to. Especially #5. And we did at the Bro-hoe. It was my first juke-box experience. Also Grace and I just had "new teen girl squad" time like 30 seconds ago, which was hilarious mainly because they reference technological romance, and the text messaging scene is really great. Remember that one time at PRC, and in high school when Teen Girl Squad was all the rage. Jeeze that seems like a long time ago. On another note, can we talk about how camp is falling apart, and it's really weird to watch the demise happen from afar, but with a close heart. I'm glad that our dynasty happened when it did. This weekend was full of sleep deprivation in a good way, and lots of booze. Seeing Boomer, and 30 dollar bottles of champagne is always a thrill. As is Sinferno, good lord women are HOT. I also have come to realize that I love the drive to Portland, more-so being a passenger and listening to good music and having really amazing conversations. There have been a lot of them. Really, when I like a boy I get so ridiculous and 13 years old again. "Bea, you're in your element, you'll be fine." thanks really I needed the pep-talk. Why do we doubt ourselves so much? It's really so silly. We're all amazing, and hot, and super rad. as in specifically, all the ones of you that are reading this, secretly or not.
Seeing pictures on facebook seems to make everything that was a little hazy, so much more ridiculous. Hey LJ land, sorry I've been a little anti-social lately. My life has been a little nuts, here in live-in nanny land. But being in Olympia made me realize that everything is good, and I am loved. Lots of really neat and special things synchronized themselves. Yay life and birthdays. So I got inspired and bought a fucking one-way ticket to Thailand? Technically, you aren't really suppose to do that, but I have a good feeling that somehow it will all work out, and as my mantra once was, Whatever, I do what I want, I'm Bea Daily. I need to start adopting that again. I got described as sensual the other day by a good friend. Yeah, being out of college is wack. Here is a fun semi-famous picture of me from this summer. 6 months seems like so long ago....
TOday has been super fantastic and amazing. Good conversations with Amy (bloody tampon art.) good family conversations and laughs about squirrel pee. Free Pizza from Old School Juggling in a park for 2 hours. Bro-hoe action. Seeing Quinn twice within the span of 6 hours, and having it be great. Walking downtown for 7 1/2 hours and getting blisters. Seeing my manager DRUNK. Watching salmon spawn and having seals eat them. Getting my stuff back. Getting carded for buying frilly "panties" if you will Then being persuaded to buy a gift card. ha. Then reminiscence on a street corner in Olympia... ha yeah that's amusing. It's true though... I haven't been caressed on the neck for a long ass time. Alas I'm alone now, which is a good decision. Tomorrow I'm dying my bras yellow. OMG Burning Man is SO fucking SOON!!!! AHHH!!!
It's so bloody hot that my gummi bear vitamins melted. (this probably wasn't helped by the fact that when I came home last night all the doors and windows were closed....by choice....and a measly fan was on. It was hotter inside our house than out. On another note dear female roomates, please come home, I miss you dearly.)
slow songs that Mariah Carey sings will forever remind me of awkward slow dances. Big important events are coming up really soon. Holy fuck balls. I have a lot of planing to do for all of them. I'm having some grief anxiety about selling Dana. Alas, as many other decisions, I know it's a good decisions, it's just hard for me to really stick to my guns. Walking back from Barnes and Noble will be a good walk. I hope I don't get robbed in the process. I got the lovers card for the third time in my life. In the mail this time, with no explanation, and with lesbian loves. And then I got yet another E-mail invition from that one couple. Sluts Unite... I need to work on that T-shirt shenanigan. I need to deposit money, and renew my passport, and buy berries of the variety of black and rasp. I'm off to my 80's Jane Fonda esque kickboxing class.
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