"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??

Hola, estoy enamorado de tu libro.

starstruck!

What do you say to people from your favorite bands when you come across them in public? I almost feel embarrassed in front of them because I feel like I know secrets about them. I imagine it might be like running into a stranger who has read my book from grad school and them asking me about certain parts from it. Or maybe I'm embarrassed by my own fan-ness and don't want to talk to them because I know I'll gush about how much I love their music. When I was a pop punk teenager I used to meet people from my favorite bands all the time and I can't imagine what I used to talk to them about. Probably stupid stuff. But now when I see them, at least out in public and not at a show, I just feel silly trying to start a normal conversation with them. Which is how I saw Tracyanne and Carey from Camera Obscura shopping on South Congress in Austin and Kevin Barnes from of Montreal at the Echo and could not say anything to any of them. Ack!