Not just random ramblings...

I just wanted to say, in case anyone was wondering, that these blogs are not totally random ramblings. I actually started this blog off two other ways and erased it, so I do put some thought and concern into what I'm writing...some.

I'm so over talking for the day. So if you see me on the street, don't talk to me. Maybe you could just make hand signals at me, or write stuff down and then let me read it. Whatever, so long as I don't have to talk back to you.


I woke up this morning at 6:45 to a chihuahua barking in my ear. I don't even have a chihuahua. Now while I'd like to leave you pondering and trying to sort that one out, I'll tell you I was dog/house sitting. So the dog slept on the bed too, and I kept waking up wondering where it was because I couldn't find it. I was too sleepy to really care and just went back to sleep. When the alarm finally went off and I still couldn't find the dog I got a little concerned. Then I lifted up this gigantic pillow and found the dog curled up under it. It was like finding a bug under a rock. She's lucky I didn't roll over onto the pillow.

The neighborhood reminded me of Arcadia (if you don't know I'm not explaining). Putting a pink flamingo in the front yard would have been grounds for execution, which of course made me want to do it. All the mailboxes were the same. Comformity is the rule. Boring. But beautiful, it evened out. My Jeep got to park in a garage for the first time ever. It felt special.

I'm leaving early today because the thing happened that I knew was going to happen...I didn't clean everything up this morning because the house owner wasn't supposed to be home until late. Then she called and said she got an earlier flight. So now I have to rush back to the house to try and beat her. There's not a huge mess or anything, just not the way I wanted to leave it. Plus my stuff is still strewn all about the house. I told myself this morning that this would happen, but then I ignored myself and left the house.

I don't see how people with long nails can type. My nails are not that long right now, and it's hurting the tips of my fingers because my nails are hitting the keys. It's an unpleasant feeling. So I'll have to do some clipping later so it is only flesh hitting the keys. I'll forget, and I'll be in this same predicament tomorrow. Wait and see...

Melissa and I are going to a Tiger Army show in Las Vegas, it was a last minute add. It's their only headlining show all summer and it's their record release show. We figure the chances of someone from AFI showing up to support them is good...and we should lend our support as well. Because we will make such a difference. We've been trying to hunt down some Tiger Army cds, but thus far, no luck. We'll just be the dopes standing around rocking out but not singing because we don't know the words. Yeah, that'll be us. I don't think that was a festival no no. As long as we don't catch on fire or touch someone's facial tattoos. Anyway, Nick 13 is a little scary on stage, but he looks pure nervous in interviews (I checked). I wouldn't touch any of his tattoos, unless he commanded me to.

I'm starting a creative writing class in my summer semester. I wonder if I can just submit my blog as an assigment. It's creative...in a way...and writing...of sorts.

I've traded dizzyness for headaches. I liked the dizzyness better. I want to trade back.