it's that hour

Time to see what Benna and Gerard are up to. Something, I hope. I'm not feelin' Anagrams as much as I was Self-Help and Birds of America.

still fog

Foggy mornings turn into foggy afternoon bike rides at the beach. It didn't keep the crowds away, though. Now I remember why I don't like to ride my bike there on the weekends. Too much people dodging. Hello, there is a lane for people who want to walk. So don't walk in the bike lane. Please!

The job hunt grows dire. I actually considered applying for a job in Baltimore. I was invited to come for an interview in DC last week, but turned it down after deciding I really don't want to live in that part of the country again. (Or do I? I don't know. But I know that Meg would never come visit me if I moved back.) But now I'm getting desperate! Will you see me mopping the floors at In N Out soon? Maybe. I wonder how many young writers are currently working on memoirs about how much debt they're in from getting MFAs and can't even find a job as an animal cage washer? That's not true. I still have not applied for the animal cage washer job at Hopkins, or the pot washer job at UCSB. What are my chances of getting one of these jobs?

"I was just looking for my contact lens! Haaa"

Foggy mornings have been making it harder to get up at a decent hour. Reminds me of when I was a summer camp counselor in PV, where mornings are foggiest, and a little third grader Olivia throwing her hands up and yelling, "IT'S JUNE GLOOM!"

Today I went swimming-I'm trying to build up my endurance so that when I go to another swim team workout with my sister, I don't die afterwards. A man in the jacuzzi near the main pool started serenading the other women in the jacuzzi, in Spanish. Then the lifeguard started harmonizing with him. I felt like I should've started doing some synchronized swim routine along with the song, like Miss Piggy in The Great Muppet Caper.



Seriously, why can't that whole sequence happen every time I jump into the water at the Y?? I would go every day.

Something on my bookshelf is rattling. Maybe it's another earthquake.

I am not a good companion for all day festivals or shows. My feet always hurt after not very much standing/walking, and it doesn't seem to matter what kind of shoes I wear! I thought maybe if I wore my new Simple sneakers, which I was so excited to get in the mail this week, to Silver Lake Jubilee, my feet would be ok. But they weren't. The shoes are very cute, and comfortable for awhile, but I guess I just have bad feet. Maybe I can get a wheelchair for the next summer fun event, and some sympathy from strangers.

cleaning out storage boxes

Things I found:
old blue notebook Meg and I wrote in together in Baltimore one summer containing many illegible poems within - was I stumbling around the monument at night when I wrote them?
bag full of letters from Danit
Chachi chihuahua coin purse
picture of Marisa setting type at CCS
five old bikinis
Sanrio bonus cards from Ventura, Salinas, Corpus Christi, San Francisco
Under Achievers Please Try Harder poster

My ipod shuffle just found Saint Etienne, reminds me of lazy pen pals in tiny sweaters.

yes!

Finally, someone has posted a video of Camera Obscura singing my favorite song from their new album. I have a video from when I saw them play it at Emo's in Austin, but this is better.



(It makes me want to cut my hair, too.)

Um hellooo,

why am I not on the list of women chosen to serve on a submarine??