| Alright...
After reading all of my past entries, I think it's high time that I stop writing in this journal.
This is entry #425...and it's a good time to put an end to hypocrite33.
it's been swell. |   |
| Today, work. Ditched roof smoking for bike riding.
Paid some crack head to buy some marijuana; The irony of habit supporting habit.
It's nice to know downtown folks by first name. I guess that's why I've never really been afraid of Buffalo, cause almost everyone I meet likes me, and I treat everyone kindly.
Scott says "Everyone loves Amanda." That's funny, but it makes me feel good, so I guess it's alright.
I just like people. For as much as I bitch about customers, or crackheads, there is still this genuine affection for all of them. It's because no matter the cut of cloth, people are still just people. You can't fault someone for being human, even if they are an asshole. And yeah, that person might be an asshole, but they're still a person, who lives, breathes, thinks, sees...And this is my basis of judgement.
People might do shitty things, but everyone does something shitty in their lifetime. I'm not one to judge someone based on their actions, and aside from that, I believe that almost every action is forgivable. And yeah, it is so much easier to forgive someone of thier mistakes and ill doings, than it is to harbor negative feelings towards someone for that.
We all do something we shouldn't do; by choice, by chance, whatever, doesn't matter. What matters is that if we all do something regretable, then shouldn't it stand that we show tolerance towards others, who might not make the same mistakes, but might make similar mistakes?
(this is all just extended work conversation...don't mind it)
Anyway...Long bike ride last night. Made me sleepy, but not enough to sleep. Stayed up watching the Vioxx trial on C-Span. That was fairly interesting. Between that and my kitten, I was pretty well entertained.
Djarum is a wonderful little animal. He makes me smile.
By the way, I love Free Will Astrology. Always pertains to something in my life.
Tonight...Ah, no plans. I rarely make plans, as I usually end up breaking them pretty quickly. Probably another bike ride...Thinking of heading to the water front tonight, to maybe sit and write some poetry. Should be a good time, I like the waterfront at night. It's really pretty, and pretty isolated. There aren't nearly enough secluded spots in the city. Kinda makes me sad and nostalgic for the country side. Can't wait to go to school, get a job, move to the country...heh. Someday, horses and rolling meadows. Someday...for now, concrete and rolling peddles. And for that at least, I am happy.
Oh, and you are Spain. I'm just Amanda.
-hypocrite | | |
| | Current Music: | The Decemberists- Legioner | | Time: | 05:02 pm | | Current Mood: | high...why not? |
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| Tried calling Mass Ave to set something up, but they still haven't gotten back to me. That's kinda crappy, because today was really the only day this week that I could do it. Now, there's nothing to do, and I'm crazy busy up until mid-next week, so I can't go over until two weeks from now. Ew.
School is almost over. That's kinda exciting, though I have a feeling I might get bored this summer. Have to find fun stuff to keep me busy...bike rides, photography, friends of the night people, work...Oh, and gardening.
I read this really cool book called "Gardening in boxes", and since Jeff had the shed in the back torn down, we have a big concrete lot not being used. So, once I figure out finances and time and everything else (unless I can get a bunch'o garbaged picked lumber, which would be great) then I can start a little garden in the back. If I can find old dresser drawyers, then I can just plant a bunch'o veggies in there. If I can't, well then I can't. But Jeff wants me to wait until he puts up the privacy fence around the yard, so we don't have more problems with people breaking into cars.
Mike says men are assholes. Something that I can and can't agree on.
Today, leering asshole comes into my coffee shop. Hits on Naomi, and then tells me that he had two dreams with me in them. I asked him if I was driving, cause if I was driving it might have been me. He said, no, you weren't driving. And I said, oh, well that must have been someone else's dream then. I can't keep track of all of my appointments. *trying to be a smart-ass, didn't quite work out in my favor*
Some woman was standing in line, so he came over and said to her, Excuse me, do you remember me?
She says that she doesn't remember him, so he says that they met a long time ago, only she's gained alot of weight since then.
Appaling. Total asshole...So Naomi kicked him out.
And you know how you get vibes from people? I got this awful feeling from this guy, just that he wasn't any good...And the way he looked at me just screamed sex predator, like he was already raping me in his mind. It was hella-creepy, and more than a little upsetting.
But anyway...the rest of the day went alright.
Josh picked me up from work, and we drove his friend Matt out to Tonawanda. Then we drove around, did some graffiti watching (one thing I love with him), and headed over to Home Depot. We're trying to fix up our bathroom so that it isn't so crappy. Had to get molding and caulk (various 'caulk' jokes inserted here).
Yeah. So that's it for being interesting. Probably going to go bike riding later, and avoid drunk people.
Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone.
Hope your all super hung-over tommorow.
hahaha.
-hypocrite | | |
| Today was...today was interesting.
Started out with hard rain pounding on my windows, turned to warm sun, and then cold sun later in the afternoon.
I was a half an hour late for work today. Bonus points for doing my homework on the job.
Had a couple of surprise guests at work, but that wasn't entirely unwelcome.
School right after work, fun times there. Though my teacher agreed to letting me come in early to take my final, so that I can still make the Bright Eyes concert in Toronto. That makes me feel soo much better. And he gave me a ride home from school...well, to Scott's house.
Oh, and soy hot-cholcolates are now soy-clits. Brought to you by the amazing word combinationer.
And they are fine'n'tasty, too.
The past few days have been fun and productive. 'Been reading about the Beats for the past few weeks for my research paper...That's all sorts of interesting. It's kinda cool, cause I haven't been reading their poetry so much as their history. The kind of people they were, and it's just a really interesting look into another era, from people that made such an impact at that time. And why they wrote the way they wrote, I think that's really cool. What prompted them to create such off the path words and images, what specific events in their lives made them who they were. It's really fascinating to take a look at a group of writers like the beats; drop-outs, druggies, train-hoppers, promiscueous homosexuals, experimetalits, artists, writers, coffee-swilling, nicotene-dragging, hipsters. They set their own mark in the literary world, with such out of place ideals and lifestyles.
Then there is the poetry...It's so abstract, and beautiful in it's abstractness. They came onto the literary scene with words, representative images, to convey emotion sound and thought. Prior to that, poetry was all concise form, romantic and idealistic, with specific line placement and stanza. Poets like William Carlos Williams, Carl Sandburg and TS Elliot (with elliot being the most impactive through his poem "The Wasteland" which prompted contempory artists at that time to take the style to a new level) paved the way for people like Lawerence Ferlinghetti, and Allen Ginsberg to explore other types of word usage.
The beats came around after WWII, in a time when the nation was facing economic difficulty, but still manufacturing the idea of the American Dream. They were a shock to the literary world, at a time when the nation was still recovering from lost idealism, and fruited hope.
When Allen Ginsberg read "Howl" for the first time at the Six Gallery in San Francisco, listeners were stunned. This was such shocking imagery, that people didn't know how to react to it. Some praised the poem, while others took a harsher look at the ideas that the poem dealt with.
In 1957, about a year or so after Ginsberg read Howl, Ferlingghetti began a small printing/publishing shop in San Francisco. He published and distributed poetry by the beats, including Howl and some of Ginsbergs other work. Ferlinghetti was brought to trial on obscenity charges by the state of California, for the poem's graphic nature. The trial went on for the summer of '57 up until the fall, when the charges were dropped.
The beats were experimental, druggie, poets. Many of them fled the states in favor of other countries, such as Mexico and Tangier. William S. Burroughs lived in Tangier for a time, with several other beats. There, homosexuality was free to explore, and drugs were pretty much everywhere. The lack of judgement and oppression appealed to the beats, wanting to be able to explore their religious and devilish curiousities.
Yada yada yada...there's your poetry lesson for the day kids. Enjoy.
(off to watch Family Guy)
-hypocrite. | | |
| Today, work...I kinda wanted to smack Will at work. Held off, and was really nice instead. I have to remind myself that it's not my problem. It just really bothers me that it bothers Mary, cause I really hate it when she's sad.
I make a mean omelet...That made her happy. And I made myself a mean tomatow sammich on rye bread, using olive oil instead of mayonaise.
Ah...Now that I'm eating more vegetarian foods, I'm finding myself leaning more towards a vegan diet. More or less, I don't drink milk (substituting soy), and keep away from eggs and egg products as much as possible. When I cook, I only use veggies and olive oil, and not really any dairy products. It's when I'm on the go though, that I break away from that, and that's what keeps me from being vegan. There aren't a whole lot of options at the mall or the coffee shop, except Ryans has awesome veggie sammiches. And Amy's Place is right up by Mary's house, so it's easy enough to nab a quick bite snack before I have to be to work. And Mary-Ann is vegetarian, so she usually has like boca burgers, and lots of fruits and fresh vegetables, so that's pretty nice too.
Honestly, and I've thought this for a while, even for the brief period when I lapsed back to meat, I find eating animals pretty disgusting. It's the texture, the knowing that I'm putting another living being into my own flesh and body. All I can picture, when I think of meat, is pulling the meat off of chicken bones...disecting this tiny little animals carcass, and shoving it down my gullet. It's pretty awful when you think that the only reason this creature was brought onto this earth, this living, breathing, feeling, scared little animal, that has no recourse to what his life will be, was merely put here so that some fat fuck can lick him off of his swollen greasy fingers.
And that to me is disgusting. And to me, it's inhumane that more people don't think this way. Even though our bodies can digest things like meat, and milk and eggs, does not mean that it's natural for us. To me, meat is such a primitive idea, that humans, in even in their hummanity, can still eat animals, in this day and age. It's not good for you. It's not. There are plenty of ways that people can get protein without reverting to such a lowly resource. There are so many substitutes, between eating tons of protein rich veggies and legumes, to eating things like boca burger, tofu, tempah, etc.
I digress...
Today, FNB meeting. We got tons of stuff accomplished, and I'm going to see about volunteering at Mass Ave this Thursday. We have to put in 11 volunteer hours there per month, and Rebecca already put in two. So Marty, Missy, Meagan, and Me (mmmm's) have to do it, because we're the only ones who can schedule around it. Apparently, they need help with their gardening this summer, and cleaning up, cooking etc. So it's gonna be pretty cool, and I'm looking forward to that.
Also, this summer I'm going to put in some volunteer hours over at Friends of the Night People. Yeah. I've wanted to do that for a really long time, and once classes let out thats first on my list.
This is so great.
I've really been focussed on food lately, and I think that's a really good thing. It's really the only way to manage eating healthy, because not paying attention, leads to not caring, leads to not being healthy. So now, I've become really conscious of what I put into my body. It's kinda tuff sometimes, because I don't always want to eat healthy, but I'm learning a good balance of how to maintain my weight, and just make sure that my body is getting what it needs.
It helps that my mother is a dietician, and I find myself echoing alot of what she has told me about nutrition and being healthy. But it's really smart stuff, and all of it is totally common sense when it comes down to it. *snork* People going on the Atkins diet, it's just so dumb...You don't need some crazy fad diet to lose weight. All you need to know are like three things: Eat healthy foods (fruits, vegetables, beans..etc.), drink plenty of water, and excercise for thirty minutes a day. It's really not that hard, and honestly, alot of eating problems come from pure laziness. Sure, cooking takes time, but it's worth it. And even if you're on the go, get something healthy to eat. There are healthy things to eat, even at fast food places (if you must).
Oh, and I'm feeling all smart and preachy lately. Good for me.
I love wearing my septum ring down at work. It's great that I close now, because Kate isn't there, and I don't have to put it up my nose. And I love the questions from customers, it's great. Because first they ask "didn't that hurt?" and then I explain to em all sorts of cool stuff about piercings. It's kinda like educating the corporate mass. Nice.
So the other day, this regular customer of mine came in. Now, he's about 45, total suit (lawyer or something), nicest, quietest guy ever. So he says to me, "Didn't that hurt?" to which I replied, "Well, yes, but have you ever had your ears pierced?" "No." He says, "I haven't"
"Oh, well" I said "It hurts about as much as that."
"I'm not even going to ask about the one's I can't see. That will be my own little fantasy."
I was shocked, but I was like "Yeah, they hurt ALOT more!"
That got a laugh, but man, that was soo unexpected. And pretty close to being inappropriate. Heh.
I thought it was pretty snarky of me.
Ah.
So Leah from FNB and I are going to be hosting a benefit show at Rust Belt Books to raise money for supplies and stuff. Oh, it's going to be soo great. We're going to get like seven or eight people to read, and Leah writes some really fantastic stuff, and I'm going to read a bunch of my poems centered around homelessness, and it's going to be really awesome.
Buffalo needs a better poetry scene. It's soo underappreciated here.
By the way, SpOt coffee's open mic sucks. Except I still felt great when I saw the look on the host's face after I read. Ha-ha. Good for me.
So yeah...long day, good time at the custer house after FNB, good times.
I'm loving my new work schedule. I love waking up at 10:30 in the morning instead of at 5 freakin' thirty in the AM everyday. Ohh yeah, and I love riding my bike after I close work, because it's the perfect time of day to ride around downtown. There's still enough light out, but everyone has gone home for the day, so there are wide empty sidewalks to cruise.
And I love the fountain that over looks both ECC and the coffee shop. I love climbing up there at sunset to watch the traffic stream by. The cops never bother me and I never bother anyone else, and I just sit, and write poetry, and people watch, and car watch, and bird watch...and it's nice. The seagulls keep me company, and the fountain keeps me safe from falling.
Ah, but anyway, I think I've exhausted my writing for the night.
I'm off.
-hypocrite | | |
| Thoughts on poverty...
Today, when I was standing outside of my work place, I was approached by an older black woman. She came up to me, shaking a little, and asked me if I could help her.
"Ma'am...miss, excuse me, could you help me out? I'm a diabetic, and I need to get something in me, but the mission doesn't open until nine. I need to get some orange juice or something...could you help me please?" She stood there looking at me with pleading eyes. They had a white film around them, as if she had been crying for days, or sleeping for just as long. It was the tell-tale sign that this woman was genuinely in rough shape, and I couldn't refuse.
For the most part, I don't give money to strangers. First of all, I don't make enough money as it is to be handing it out to people that I don't know. Second of all, to me, it's unethical. However, I have no problem giving cigarettes away, and just as little problem with buying someone food.
"You need orange juice?" I said, lighting a cigarette. "I'll buy you some orange juice."
She seemed surprised, as if she was expecting me to turn away without reply. Or worse, with an offering of indifference.
"Yeah, we have some inside. Give me a minute to finish my cigarette." So we stood there for a few minutes, Ernestine and I, and talked for a minute. I told her about friends of the night people, and how they have a free pantry there, and serve meals every night. She was a really nice lady, really sweet, and really sad.
So afterwards I was thinking about, and I was thinking about the button that I wear on my bag that says "Poverty is a Weapon of Mass Destruction." And you know how when you see a victim of war, or a victim of crime, you think to yourself, "Oh my god, think of what that poor person must have gone through. That must have been such an awful experience. I couldn't even imagine..." Well, it's kinda the same thing. Just over a span of time, versus a split second. It's just as terrible an ordeal to have to go through, except it isn't just life-changing, but a life long situation that one has to deal with.
I think it bothers me most when people say things like "Oh my god, I saw someone pushing a shopping cart down the street, and it was sooo sad, I just had to look away." (-actual quote from a classmate)
Huh. Just had to l ook away.
That really is the great-American-cop-out. If you don't look, it's easier to pretend it isn't there. And it's easier to skew the reality of the situation, when you aren't faced with it everyday. Not every homeless person is some lazy-bum-dope-fiend. There are people out there who are in genuine need of food, clothing, a decent place to sleep, a fucking shower...Human Dignity? Kindness? Respect? How about tolerance? Is that too much to spare?
Yeah, there are some good people out there who are kind enough to care. And for those people, I tip my hat. I think it's more of an overall perspective that bothers me. As far as the nation is concerned, as far as cable news, and even liberal indie media are concerned, it's just a non-existent thing.
I have to say, I hate poverty.
But I don't hate the impoverished.
-hypocrite. | | |
| Ooooooh....shakey shiver cold
Down to ma' bones under ma' skin...
oooooh...
can't shake these shakes rattlin' ma' body
My fingers are chilly frozen to flesh
Hidin' in ma' hoodie hidin' in ma' heat
ooooh...
shiver shake me baby
I'm all shook up
'can't shake these shake's rattlin' ma' body
ooooh...
Quake me bake me
Just please don' shake me
I'm a huddlin' in ma' hoodie
An' I ain't comin' out
teeheeeheee...That was fun to write.
Work. Painting.
Yay for self-portraits.
Yay for FNB first serving.
Yay for good communication skills.
Boo for lack of stash...:(
-hypocrite | | |
| Oh, and I wanted to write down my freaky ass dream:
So Missy, Kristy, and I, and Kristy's dog, were riding around in Missy's car. Then, all of a sudden, this cop decides to pull us over out of nowhere. I thought I was being slick, so I hid the stash under my seat, but the cop immediately pulled us out of the car. He sent us inside of this restaurant, where we had to sit and wait for them to search the car. Oh man, we were freaking out, and hid in the bathroom of the restaurant, and that's when I woke up.
There was more, but I can't remember it.
I think it's an omen. | | |
| golf is entirely too quiet. And awfully boring. Thank god for books and pencils.
And thank Jesus for new family guy episodes.
Boo for lack of stash, and excess of cash. Nobody in this town wants me to make them any money. This should not be that hard people!
Two weeks, poetry reading at Rust Belt. Everyone who's anyone should go and cheer me on. I invited Dan's parents today, so hopefully they'll come. It's gonna be a good time.
Tommorow, the first Food Not Bombs serving, 1:00pm Lafayette Sq. Be there.
Okay...I got nothing else. | | |
| I soo don't want to go to work today. I just want to hang out in my pj's and not do anything.
Yeah. Sundays mean golf, laundry, and ironing. Ironing sucks big time. And if you haven't ironed with an 80 year old woman, then you should. Trust me. It's not the most fun activity in the world...But she likes it, and it makes her happy, so whatever. Gotta do what I gotta do.
My back is in ridiculous amounts of pain. And seeing how I live with a massage therapist, you'd think I would take advantage of that. Naw...Never do. So my back will stay sore until I do.
Yeah, I have nothing interesting to say.
Eddie called me this morning. That was a sorta nice thing to wake up to. I actually haven't really talked to him the past two weeks, but we really need to hang out. Soonish. I hope.
Tommorow is going to be ridiculous.
I have work 6:30-12, then school 1-4:30, then FNB clean up crew right after that, and I'm still not sure when the Bright Eyes concert is, but if it's tommorow, then I'm all sorts of screwed. If I go to the concert, I'll be ditching FNB. On the other hand, if I don't go to the concert, I'll be kicking myself afterwards. So either way, I'm shirking one of my responsibilities. Dammit...Oh well, I'm sure it will work out for the best.
Alrighty then. Shower, shave, Amy's Place, work. Fun times. And I'm supposed to be seeing James tonight, but we'll see if that works out or not. I'm not holding my breath, but I'm pretty indifferent either way, so it's cool.
Okay time to greet the day...
-hypocrite | | |
| | Current Music: | southpark credits | | Time: | 02:27 am | | Current Mood: | feelin' fine |
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| Today was ridiculous. But I'm not letting it get me down.
And to be honest, this week has been nuts. Lots of crazy customers, stupid coincidences, and cancelled social gatherings. Oh, and surprise guests. I hate surprise guests.
And I could be upset about all of it, but I'm really not that bothered.
Nope. I'm happy. It's nice.
Thank god that winter is over.
I have alot going for me right now, and I'm really excited about all of it. Sure, it's alot to handle, and sure, I'm ridiculously busy, but I couldn't handle the alternative. Yeah. I'm a work-a-holic...except I'm a really lazy work-a-holic. It's just that I need to be doing something to occupy my time. Whether it be school, work, fnb, writing, bike riding, internet, or breaking into abandoned buildings (heh), I'm always doing something.
*internal thought process done*
So yesterday, I got a bunch'o pictures developed at Walgreens. Eh...most of the pictures sucked, to be honest...But I got ten really good ones, including this phenomanal picture that I took of this fencepost at sunset. The contrast on it is just so amazing, with the fencepost illuminated by the flash, and the background all black except the place where the buildings divide, and the sky is burning fire at the end of the street. Fucking-rocks. And I got this really cool picture of the back of this building with some really pretty graffitti and two, not one but two, fire escapes. It's perfect.
I'm so in love with taking pictures. I need need need a digital camera. That's next after rent and bills, but I should have enough left over to get one next week. sweet.
Oh, and I got something like $600 back from taxes, so that's going into a separate savings account. That way I won't spend it, and will have a little extra money for NYC in July. That's gonna be sweet. I have to order myself a super-compact sleeping bag, and I still haven't gone to the army surplus store to get my travel bag. But all of that will happen in due time, when I find the time.
Okay...well, tonight I have to get some sleep, so I'm off.
Goodnight all...sleep well. | | |
| ...here ya go.
it's the end
the end of our weight
& this room led us to
a few empty pages
with a view
and a moment of silence
followed
for the death of morality
so cheers!
a toast!
to the vigor of life
& streets that lead
back home
to dreaded,
empty blankets
and it's civil mockery
to strand yourself
on an island with your lover
in the arms of anatomy
& the guilt flowing from it
leads us down
even more dangerous paths
you dare not tread
these thick soles
on a tight-rope
though one day your bound
to teeter on the edge
& here you're begging
difference
existence
the past
like any of that
could come back
& here
hauntingly, halting
& slow
time still bends, wavers,
rises-
conquers the day
& here
I'm taking up arms
in resistence
to sobbing pleas of regret.
-hypocrite | | |
| Customers suck. Oh god they suck.
Scott came into the coffee shop, so we stepped outside for a cigarette. I hadn't taken two drags before my co-worker pokes her head out the door. "Um, Amanda. Could you come in here? This lady just puked all over the place." I dropped my cigarette, and stepped inside of the coffee shop. Now, our store isn't that big, maybe the size of two living rooms put together, so the smell was awful. As soon as I walked through the door, I saw the woman with her hand over her mouth, bile dripping from her chin. Immediately, my stomach clenched up, and turned traitor on me. I ran out the mall entrance and stood in the fresh air, clenching my chest as I strained to breathe.
Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Oh god. She had vomit all down the front of her coat, all over the wall, the bar, the floor, the stool...Yech. I had no idea how to react to this situation. Leah said that I should tell security, or call maitanence, so I ran through the mall and told one of the security guards to call maitanence. Maitanence came and said that it was our responsibility to clean it since it happened in our store. Finally, the lady said she would clean it. So she cleaned it up, but then sat there for another hour. In her own vomit...Gross.
Leah and I both decided it would have been really mean to kick her out since she's one of our regulars. In retrospect, I should have asked her to leave. That totally violates health code, and beside that is just really unsanitary.
When she finally left, I put gloves on and sprayed down the entire area with bleach. And I scrubbed. Oh man, I scrubbed.
I have no problem with puke if it's drunk friends, or Mary, or myself...But some strange lady who has god-knows-what-kind-of diseases is just unfair and disgusting. I was disgusted.
Not to mention stupid work drama, which would have totally been avoided if Naomi had just did what I told her to do. Instead, it escalated into stupid bullshit, because of rumors and blah de blah. Yeah. Not interesting.
So I have a paper due tommorow morning, and was supposed to go to Nietsches to see Rebecca perform, but there's just not enough time to do both. Not to mention that I blew off my date in favor of bike riding around Delaware Park and smoking weed. Haha...That's kinda awesome actually.
Oh, and I was flirting up hardcore today with the security guards. And the boy at New World Record, but only because he likes Bright Eyes, and that's totally hot.
Go hormones.
Hee.
~Manderz. | | |
| MMmmm...surprise frozen milkshakes in my freezer. Gotta love it.
So tonight I made a yummy experiment.
Here, have a recipe:
1 eggplant
3 tortilla wraps
cream cheese
asiago cheese (or substitute feta)
spinach (or lettuce)
olive oil, basil, sage, celery salt
Cut eggplant into thin slices, less than 1/4 inch. Fry the eggplant in olive oil, with the spices. Make sure to press the spatula firmly into the eggplant, because the eggplant acts as a sponge and will absorb the oil. Press until the olive oil drains, and bubbles up. Keep flame on medium-high, until the eggplant is a light golden brown. Place eggplant on paper towels to soak up the oil.
Heat the tortillas in the microwave for 2 minutes on high. When done, spread cream cheese evenly on one side of the wrap. Crumble the asiago (or feta) into the cream cheese, and top off with the eggplant, and spinach (or lettuce) and wrap up.
Okay, well my landlord is making me go to the bar *right now* so I can't finish this recipe. But try it, cause it worked out awesome.
edit: I kicked Jeff out, and am still using his computer. Oh, and try my recipe. It kicks ass. Totally crossposted, yo. | | |
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| | Food not bombs is being moved to our apartment today. This means that I have to get up and clean. Cleaning sucks hardcore. | | |
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| I'm totally obsessed with livejournal.
It's a tragedy, really.
And I don't want to give my landlord his laptop back...But I know he's gonna ask, and I know that he's going to be pissed that I downloaded AIM. (heh.)
Missy and I rode our bikes around downtown tonight. We hadn't done the downtown scene really before, and it was probably my favorite riding scope last summer. Flew down to behind garages, and chained our bikes up to climb, but the newest fire escape was blocked by a welded door. Goddamn it, had to swear lightly under my breath. The older of the two was right in front of a busstop, and there were people afoot, so we kept our distance and our pace steady. Rode down towards the waterfront and found a bike path down by the train tracks and Lego houses that led into Lasalle Park. Beautiful...the path went right to the over pass over the 190, and we sat for a rest and a private-stash-smoke. Paranoia set in (as it always does, that usefull fight or flight) and we set off down the over pass. Turned out it was right at the end of our street, so we had a straight-away to get us back home. Nice little journey, I say, though a bit chilly. My hands were numb for the most part, and my brakes don't work when they go through puddles.
Anyway...totally rambling. I do that sometimes.
I really wish that I could put this much time into writing something useful, instead of just writing in livejournal all the time. But dammit, it's just so much easier than to have to think about what I'm writing.
Meh.
I'm not being interesting, so I think I should stop. | | |
| | Current Music: | nuffin' attall | | Time: | 08:40 pm | | Current Mood: | smiles&giggles&shit |
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| Work. Class. Art opening at the College St. Gallery. Back to back.
Boy do my feet hurt.
I found out something sad today.
Oh, and I have a date on Friday. Rock on.
Yay for silly boys. Yay for detachment.
*giggles*
I'm great. | | |
| Today was looong and not exciting in the least. Mary and I scraped all the gunk off of the cabinets in her kitchen. When Dan came into the kitchen, I stood there waving a dust covered rag in his face and said "I'm the only reason you breathe clean air!" He laughed at me. I wasn't as amused.
Later Missy and I drove out to silvercreek, and back in time just as the Food Not Bombs meeting started. We're going to be moving all of our supplies to the storage space this week, and start cooking and serving on Monday. I'm going to be clean up crew until classes let out, and then help with everything else. Also, we have this dealy worked out with the Mass Ave Project where we can trade volunteer hours for cooking space instead of paying them. So with my schedule right now, I'll be able to work there a few Thursdays a month, and Missy said she would be able to too. That's kinda cool...And Rebecca mentioned something about starting a vacant-lot-garden for organic veggies. Also alot of fun, and I can think of more than a few places to start that up.
Oh and we got veggie sandwiches, and fake-a-chinos at Timmy Ho's, and Missy got yelled at by the drive-thru chick, who sounded like a man. Good times.
Now: Strawberry daquiries and Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Can't beat that. And my schedule changed so I'm working noon to six instead of six thirty to two.
Okay...more drink.
~Manderz. | | |
| | Time: | 04:13 pm | | Current Mood: | smart-assic |
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| Today, I came home to a package at the door. The book I ordered came in alot sooner than I expected, so that was a most excellent surprise. Women of the Beat Generation, a great reference for my research paper, and something I should probably read anyway.
With constant access to the internet, it makes it difficult not to update my livejournal every few hours or so. I'm such a bore. But I got some amazing graffiti pictures today, and Missy and I drove around South Buffalo, giggling and acting stupid. Silly girls.
Later, coffee. Totally the plan, yeah-o.
Missy and I are going to be cool and invent some new slang words. That way, we don't have to be trendy, because we will be the trend.
skids= shoes.
Aren't I da bomb, yo? | | |
| I'm not skipping class, I'm just doing some extra-curricular activities.
:) | | |
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