plumbing 101.

Micah woke me up this morning (at 10:00am) with a disturbing story about a plumbing call he’d turned down, and he’d been the fourth person to turn it down that morning.

Apparently, a funeral home’s embalming stations had backed up, and they needed someone to clear it out.

Initially, I was like, ew, gross, picturing this greenish standing water (I don’t even know if it’s green) and then eventually hung up without thinking much more into it.

But after I hung up, I was like WTF, and was just awake thinking about it for a bit. That’s *SICK*. I don’t know how many of you have dissected animals or whatever, but man, embalming fluid smells sooooo nasty. Not to mention, who knows if there’s any chunkies in there… ~___~

And then I’m thinking… in cases like those, where the main line is clogged (or something or some shit, I don’t know about plumbing), the floor is usually flooded to a degree… and I asked Micah about this and he said that yeah, that’s usually the case… no doubt whoever went in there and did that job would have that fluid all over his hands, body, whatever… and that stink takes a while to get out, or so I’ve been told. Where have I been told? It’s a good question. Don’t remember.

But… that’s *SICK*. And not in a good way.

***

It all reminds me of this friend I had in third grade, when I went to school at St. Mary’s Catholic School in New Jersey. His name was JR Hogan, and he was the tallest boy in the class. Me? I was the shortest girl in the class.

I don’t know what happened, but one day, we all had to go to the theatre to watch some sort of announcement or presentation. I think we held hands or something, and temporarily deemed ourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend. Or maybe he just said that was the case, and nothing really happened. I don’t know, but I definitely remember him saying something along the lines of us being boyfriedn and girlfriend. Damn you, memory.

JR *LIVED* in a funeral home, which was a family run business. I didn’t think all that much of it at the time. In retrospect, I probably would have asked him a million questions if it were the current me, but I was young then, and certainly didn’t know to ask questions. Or maybe I did. But I don’t think so. Either way, he gave me his phone number one day, but he gave it to me in a roundabout way… he gave me a pencil of the funeral home, which had his number on it. I don’t recall if I ever tried calling. I don’t think so. That was the last year I saw him, though, because the next year, I was no longer allowed to go to that school and went to a public school, instead.

mock trials!!! and i have a job!!!

So, this is going to be a really quick post. Man, I really need to catch up on my Los Angeles’ trip’s journal entries, but I’m slow as crap and have been busy these days building my portfolio and crappola. What would I do with a journal if I didn’t type as atrociously fast as I do right now?!!!

Click here to view my portfolio!
(It’s still somewhat under construction.)

Anyway, this morning, I went to downtown Seattle to go to a mock trial. Sometimes law firms put together mock trials to judge how successful certain cases will be, and whether they should be in fact brought to trial. This particular one I went to, even though I can’t divulge specifics about it, was AWESOME. Man, I wish I could do more of those things. I got paid $75 for like 3 hours and then an additional $22 for parking (of which I only used $3.75, since I took the bus there! I don’t know who charges $22 for parking anyways?!).

But yeah, it was really fun. Finally, I get to participate in something similar to jury duty, which I never ever fooking get called for. Godamnit. Anyway, the whole process made me feel like a freaky genius because basically, they had us go around before they gave us all the facts and told us to decide which side we were on — the plaintiff’s or the defendant’s. I chose the plaintiff because of Reason A, and I was the only one, and it turned out that Reason A was like the freaking crux of the whole case and made alllll the difference. And there were a few other points I brought up that no one else brought up, and yeah, I felt like a freaky genius.

And then Americorps called me and told me I finally have a job, even though it entails receiving a weak amount of money per month: $949. But I’ll qualify for food stamps, so that’s nice. It’s ghetto, though, but whatever. It’s a way of getting into non-profit when I don’t have any experience, and I can earn a $4,700 education award at the end of it, that I can use towards well, a Masters of Social Work if I decide that’s what I want to do, or a teaching certificate, or design classes. So really, it’s all goot. Here’s my job descrip:

“The Community Coordinator (CC) will have an opportunity to serve the Renton community by helping at-risk youth in public schools while developing skills in program management, volunteer management, and community outreach. The CC will be able to help CISR support youth as they develop skills to succeed academically, joining a unique community-wide movement that supports school success to build a better future for public school students, their families, and the Renton community. This position reports to CISR’s Mentor Program Manager, who supervises daily performance and activities. CISR’s Executive Director will oversee VISTA position and overall experience with the program. Specific responsibilities include: recruitment, orientation, and training for all volunteer mentors; Mentor-Mentee matches; Monitor and provide on-going support to ensure program success; data collection/analysis processes; Assist with annual field trip event; Help grow Mentor Program volunteer base.”

sigh.

i so wish i had studied abroad in college…

happy fun time explosion!

i’m listening to… “flying high” by jem, “cambodia” by team sleep, “from the vapor of gasoline” by the mercury program, “medicated lungs” by hot rod circuit, “king diamond” by team sleep, “fastest way through the south” by the mercury program…
i’m feeling… alright

12:47 am — all day today i’ve been working on a bunch of art projects i have… i’m going to try to turn them in before the due date so that i can get surgified and be happy and shit (happy? what?)

i guess a lot of shit has been happening. off and on. on and off. friday night a bunch of people came over, and we watched “poltergeist” and this other movie we randomly picked called “final examination”. we were looking for scary movies as far as final examination goes, but yeaaah. the cover line for the movie was, “you fail, you die!” so we thought, it’s gotta be cheezy bad! and it was, more towards the second half of the movie, but the first half of the movie was like a giant softcore pron. :[ should have gone with the vampire movie i wanted originally. it WAS my decision after all, cause i paid for it. but nOo i had to go for the doubtful one. X: oh well!! fauk! and it was like $8.50 fucking movies are expensive man, WTFz0r.

and bitches who come over to our apartment omg. jeff spilled some soju shit on the ground and he didn't even wipe it up. fucking piss me off. no respect at all. :[ lenny ended up cleaning it up >__< he's too good >__< so yeah we talked yesterday and ummm i just asked him if he likes me. and he does.and he asked me if i liked him. and i said i don't... i did for a little bit... i don't know why, it just always comes and goes so fast... it's just how i am... i'm just some broken down person who finds it impossible to be with anyone. :/ i want a boyfriend so bad but it's so hard to find anyone that i can actually like and be interested in... i'm so broken. alex said it and it's a line that has just stuck in my head forever... :/ i don't know that i'll ever heal. someday maybe i'll meet someone who can help save me. even though i'm the one that claims people always need to save themselves... but still... i just need someone strong, not like the people who end up liking me, who bend to be like me, or bend to impress me. i want someone who has his own opinions and we can compromise. :/ i'm not that strong! i really think it is because of what phil did to me. how can someone i know so well hurt me so bad? that's probably why i'm so drawn to strangers and people i don't know... so much more so than people i do know. fuck. i'm so stressed out. i just want to fall in love. like really. and understand it. and be accepted. and love. like normal people can. i just need to fix myself. and fix my mind.

anyway. so that night. fucking nate [davis] got drunk and decides it’s a good idea to pull the pin for the fire extinguisher although i guess people told him not to. and he set off the fire extinguisher alarm shit. doomass to the fucking max dood. so now there’s signs up all over nordheim saying, “IF YOU KNOW WHO THIS PERSON IS, TELL US!” and shit like, “if you fuck with the elevator signs and vandalize and steal fire extinguishers, you can be evicted and possibly suspended from uw permanently”… fucking shit man. so hopefully we don’t get in trouble. this shit is so fucked up.

anyway yesterday i went to odg with liz and scanned some shit for my assignment, and tony [cordova] was there, so i managed to talk to him for a while. it’s always nice to see him and talk to him. i really think that up til now he is just one of two people i’ve really liked… him and josh… everyone else i’ve liked is just kind of whatevers – i thought i really liked them, but it was all superficial… that or i never got the chance to really find out. but i guess in these cases… the obsession or whatever was so long-lasting that… i don’t even know. but then i get turned off of people so easily… after i find out who some people i know “truly” are (as in tony’s case, after he got with the crazy girl), i don’t even know that i really knew who they were in the first place. :/

yeah i almost left liz @ the library, though, cause i couldn’t find her since she was wearing red before she got there and she put on a white sweatshirt since she was cold. and then yeah.

afterwards, we went to safeway to buy some groceries and shit for hojo’s bbq, and there were no shopping carts, so i was like, “donde estan los cartos!” and some lady actually responded with, “no estan!” and i was like X:

@ hojo’s bbq, i played a ton of “katamari damacy,” this playstation2 game… what you do is have this giant ball, and you can roll into whatever you run into… cept what you can roll up gets bigger and bigger as your ball gets bigger and bigger. at first you roll up insects and flowers and stuff, but later, you roll up shopping carts, people, cows, and then buildings, cars, skyscrapers, bridges, godzillas, giant power rangers… then clouds, volcanoes… and then one cloud has a god on top of it can you say awesome!!! i can!!! and in the end, during the credits, you try to roll up as many countries as possible by going around a globe… you of course have to roll up the little ones first and then the bigger ones, but it’s hard because you don’t quite know which continent is where, and as you play, the globe starts moving further and further away so soon you cant really see crap and stuff. and yeah. it’s grand.

recapz0r.

i’m listening to… christian talk radio.
i’m feeling… KKK.

8:49 am — for once i wake up to sun. JYES.

to recapz0r… things that have happened since last post…
[01] started waking up to christian talk radio. just to see what they say. the things they say are frickin ridiculous. no examples as of now, but they always say stuff like, “THIS IS A VICTORY FOR LEFT WING AMERICA” and shit like that. and they cut off whoever calls in and stuff… it’s quite am00ze.
[02] decided to say, “fuck it,” to art institute… i like it, somewhat, but i don’t feel like i’m learning enough to justify spending $5,400 a quarter and shit. i’m just going to try getting a job or something. yaaay maybe that means i don’t have to go to the rest of the quarter for the shitty ass classes!!! that’d rock. if anything, what art institute allows me to do is utilize abilities i may have, but it doesn’t really TEACH me anything persay. it’s just that i never try to do stuff when i’m not contracted to do it. :/ so if anyone needs stuff designed, hollar.
[03] eva’s mom came at one point and we had a bunch of people over and we were being really loud and we made her mad X: :[
[04] drama.
[05] interviewed tom from the plain white t’s. take action tour was whatever. it was… okay.
[06] a lot of smash brothers.
[07] watched “saw”… very fucked up movie in the beginning, but not nearly as fucked up towards the end, and hence not as good. but quite am00ze. watching scary movies… “scary” movies in big groups is fun. not as fun as harrassing solely liz during scary movies, but nevertheless.
[08] decided i’m going to go speeddating with my boss. why not?
[09] got an ultrasound, which hurt less than i had expected, buttttttt… yeah, i guess my ovarian cyst is almost so huge that the lady initially confused it with my bladder. X__x btw, fuck uw medicine, they never solve shit.
[10] my whole apartment (well sort of, namely eva, ray, and liz) got mono or some shit. WTF :0
[11] conclusion: out of ray’s dogs, bear > koko… 800,000x. bear’s my homie.
[12] mike drooled over my bedsheets, so i took them all and burned them, and now i don’t have bedsheets. partly true.
[13] went to see gatsby’s american dream. they were ALRIGHT. i actually liked the opening band, fall of troy, a lot better. this trip resulted in me realizing i lost my snowboarding advantage card and my driver’s liscense last time i went snowboarding, as well as probably some cash :X lenny drove me home during circa survive’s set to see if my ID was there, but it was nowhere to be found. oh well. at least – out of this trip – i got to play some contra @ cynthia’s.
[14] the magazine is a pain in the ass. oh wait, that’s not new. -__- fuckers.

extreme!!!

i’m listening to… plain white t’s.
i’m feeling... UHHH.

11:30 pm — wow, so like three days ago i went to the post office to pick up my mail, and there were like 20 cds in the mail. so basically, i’ve been listening to new music constantly. it’s a bit overwhelming. seriously, everything is starting to sound good. there’s been only about three albums that i thought were not good, and they were all from the same label, and that is probably just cause i don’t prefer that kind of music. X: i don’t know how good this is, because i’m probably going to end up making hasty decisions and what not :0 this is why help is needed. sigh.

hmmm reminder to self to e-mail the bellingham print people about how to cut costs for the next issue…

on monday (today is wednesday), me, mike, lenny, and cynthia went snowboarding. i kept forgetting shit. -__-’ so we had to go back a bunch of times, cause i’m a noobar. :/

the snow was actually really good for once. probably the first and only time i’ve had good snow in washington. and people say, “IT SNOWS IN CALIFORNIA?!” whatever, dude, the snow in tahoe is easily 40,000x better than the snow in washington. ;/

the word of the day was “EXTREME!” with emphasiseseses. it got a little overplayed, but still. on the way back, mike and cynthia decided to play the con game or something, making as many sentences as possible using words that start with con, like, “this is so confusing and convoluted.” or something. it was… interesting. how retarded are we, that the funnest things we do are word-game-related. what? retarded? or AWESOME?

but yeah it was good. steven’s = 2391849123x better than snoqualmie, i swears.

today was a poopy day… woke up in the morning, hella early, like 5:30 or something, since my car was in the shop so i had to take the bus :/ missed the 6:13 bus. or 6:19. whatever. the sign and the time online show different times. ended up getting there a teeny bit late. and then anthony brought me to get my car in the afternoon and i met up with an ais counselor to register for classes for next quarter. my schedule is like this:

M: (7:30am – 11:30am) analysis of form — ANOTHER FUCKING DRAWING CLASS I FUCKING HATE DRAWING WITH A PASSIONATE PASSION
T: (7:30am – 11:30am) college mathematics — GOTTA LOVE THE BA WITHOUT MATH, BUT THE AA WITH MATH!, (12:00pm – 4:00pm) intro to computer graphics
R: (7:30am – 11:30am) design layout, (12:00pm – 4:00pm) typography

i’m starting to think that ais is all a big waste of money… do i really need it, i wonder. it’s fun. and i probably WILL learn stuff… but right now it all seems so basic, and so unhelpful… :/

anyways, afterwards, i met up with ryan, this guy who works at tower records… basically, he really likes writing, so he’s going to help redefine write. FINALLY – someone who knows somewhat about zines, music, etc, who hasn’t flaked out on me. it’s amazing. although… often they flake out after meeting me… cause i must really make a poor impression or something. brawrrr.

i then proceeded to go to class, or so i thought – we were supposed to meet at our teacher’s studio in ballard… but… mapquest sucks, and it showed nw leary way as in between market and 50th, but there was no such thing in such a position. my grade is going to suffer… i hope i don’t somehow lose financial aid, because oh my god. i will be murdered.

i swear, mapquest fails me at least half the time.

bad luck is my middle name. i’d say it’s poor karma, but as john [tran] told me, karma is something different altogether.

liz bought this giant bag of easter egg-type things that have four different flavors (caramel, butterfinger, reese’s, and crunch bar)… basically, it’s love, but it’s death at the same time. the end.

nordheim fucking spoils you dude. i like… don’t want to move out. ever. wtf am i doing. X__X maybe i should just get on and get out of school. shat. i don’t know that i can justify spending so much money… :/ i’m so stressed out. i wish my room could be perpetually clean (but i have too much stuff for this to be possible, i think)… cause i think half my stress comes from a messy ass work environment. :/

per request: yes, i’m on the pill.

i’m listening to… “good news” by something corporate (repeatedly).
i’m feeling… ok.

11:33 pm — weird, two days ago i wrote an entry @ the exact same time. o__O

anyway, went to the gyno today to get the cyst checked out. i do have a cyst. she gave me birth control pills to take for three months. so yay, no need for an ultrasound. hopefully the pain goes away, and hopefully uhhh birth control doesn’t reverse its freaky effects and give me pimples or something.

i am so stressed out, but for once i’m decently caught up on my work. road trips, road trips… i really want to go snowboarding, what the fuck ass. this snow is retarded. this weather is way weird. snow, damnit, snow.

pinch me!

we helped mike unpack their kitchen table today… i’m a fucking packrat. i ended up taking home styrofoam boards and corrugated recycled papers… WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. wtf am i going to do with it? i don’t even know, but it’ll be grand. and i’ll get to that right after i learn to sew my own fucking clothes. i have so much fabric, just sitting there X__x maybe i should waste less time on the internet or something.

for my basic computers class we have to do a presentation on people that inspire us. it’s supposed to be one person, ideally, but mine is going to be on mc escher, brandon boyd, and darren aronofsky. h.o.t.t. – but i can’t say i’m the hugest aronofsky fan because i haven’t seen all of his movies… but tomorrow… i’ll go get the ones i’m missing. or something. X: and then it’s movie time.

and then she looked at me to scream, “my castles are falling.”

(nate’s response:)
i saw those pills on ur desk and i was gonna ask you but i thought itd be weird.. isnt this great now we dont have to use condoms! =P

(anthony’s response:)
you’re so cute when you’re frustrated. Sorry I didnt pick you up tonight. I’m a loser. I lose. But I won actually cause my drinks were free. That cyst stuff… thats kinda gross..but you’ll have to tell me about it sometime.. when im not eating or something

(lenny’s response:)
she doesnt need your chivalry, you scoundrel!
<3 anthony

asduashdiausdh.

i’m listening to… copeland.
i’m feeling… meh.

11:33 pm — eww so i guess my stomach pains were caused by a cyst i have near my ovary. they say it’s probably a fluid filled normal cyst… they said ultrasound, but the doctor said it’d hurt since i’m a virgin, so he is recommending that i go to a gynocologist first. shit, just as scary.

so i have this thing where i just buy books by random authors sometimes if they’re on sale… just to see how other people write and get a feel of how different writers write. i bought this book called “number nine dream” by david mitchell… and it started out really awesome… but then after starting it, you can’t tell the difference between what is real and what isn’t… it’s almost too surreal. with a movie, it’s decent, because you can kind of keep track of what’s real and what’s not because you have a better visual of what’s going on… but with a book, it’s just downright confusing.

speaking of confusing, me and alex watched “secret window” cause it was on hbo or whatever (my favorite channels)… and shit, that has a weird ass ending.

i think i lost my husky card or something T__T i really hope not!… it’s so inconvenient not having your husky card and having to go to work (especially since i get tickets now when i drive to work for a short period of time). T__T fuck dude, so much to do, so little time… no wonder i’m obsessed with efficiency and stuff. and recycling. for some reason i’m obsessed with recycling. it’s really odd.

(lenny’s response:)
“and recycling. for some reason i’m obsessed with recycling. it’s really odd.”
The Captain Planet episodes have done their job nicely.

meow.

i’m listening to… 311.
i’m feeling… lol.

10:30 pm — we just watched “ju on”… the original japanese version of “the grudge”… it was… retarded. X: not really scary at all. why the hell is it so famous? me, arlen, and farm watched it with liz, and we kept scaring her by screaming and shit… and liz left the room to get water, and before she left she turned on the lights, so me and arlen turned off the lights… he hid in the closet and i hid behind the door… and she didn’t even notice anything was wrong!! first of all the lights turned off, and second of all, we were sitting on the floor and we disappeared… not suspicious?! WTF?! good shit.

last night was daniel [kim]‘s birthday so we went to honey court. dude, that place is so overrated. it’s so… not… good. but i ate anyway, cause i love eating, even though i’m a fat ass. oh well.

today… went to the doctor’s to get my stomach pain shit checked out… don’t know yet, but took blood test, and the lady couldn’t mind my fucking vein so she like poked me… and it hurt like a bitch! wtf! and it was just all sore… i think it’s bruised. h.o.t.t. and since my knees are bruised from snowboarding (although i really don’t know how the fuck), i looked like i “fell down some stairs.” and i have to get a catscan… they gave me these two bottles of milky white “berry smoothie” to drink beforehand… i just KNOW it’s going to taste like shit T__T and i have to drink it while i’m at school, and it’s supposed to make you poopy, so i uhhh better not eat the days before :0

saw the proof for the magazine today too… it’s fucking hot. damn.

and also… rocky horror picture show tomorrow ^__^ uw students are putting it on. wewt ^__^ we were supposed to go today, but i didn’t want to go with just arlen and farm… which is good, cause lotsa people are going to go tomorrow! yay!

art institute is good. wish i would have done that earlier, but you know, ehh… i probably don’t really. but i actually like doing work… and it’s actually fun. well, for the most part. a couple classes are boring like death, and 7:30 classes and commuting is not all that fun, but for the most part, it’s worth it. i think.

(lenny’s response:)
So it’s good that I flaked out! Now It’ll be a massive party shindig instead of just the 4 of us
It’s ok, you can thank me later ^^

UNLESS YOU WANTED TO KEEP IT SMALL SO YOU COULD BE ALONE WITH ME hahahaoisdiofusoiufd

I kid. I kid. ~__~

Tonight will be the the greatest night of our lives. Er.. maybe not lives, well maybe of this year? No, not that either. Maybe of the week. But Monday was pretty nice. So um how about greatest night of the day!

Well I can’t even garuntee that. So expect the most boring night of your life.

meh.

i’m watching… donny brasco.
i’m feeling… meh.

4:40 pm — what a boring. i started school at art institute. four hour classes are death. i’ve ditched so many times the first week, on the notion that, it’s just the first week, i can switch around my schedule so that i never intended to take these classes in the first place. and that’s exactly what i’ve done.

right now my schedule is like this:
tuesday: 12:00 – 4:00 pm (survey of media and animation).
wednesday: 7:30 – 11:30 am (drawing and perspective), 12:00 – 4:00 pm (public speaking aka death).
thursday: 7:30 – 11:30 am (tools and techniques).
friday: 7:30 – 11:30 am (basic computers).

right now my mind is like this:
asdoiajsiodjaiosdjoasjfaosie9h8weu.

i tried to get out of drawing and perspective today because i took a drawing class @ uw where we did a lot of perspective work, and the bitch ass graphic design director told me, “you should take it again. nice try, but you need the work.” haha oh well, it’s true. i fucking hate drawing. there is seriously no type of art that is MORE boring. drawing takes the freaking cake.

yeah i need to figure out how to take the bus, though, cause parking is a fucking waste of money. like $6 a day or some shit. eff that.

ummm nothing else. finished the magazine. express mailed it today. fucking $15 to express mail. it better be done by the 29th. imma bust some caps. there’s nothing to do. X: meh.

i had 11 roommates before, now i have one, sort of. lol. awesome. -__-

fugazi. i’m loozing my miziind. there is about um, nothing good in life right now, on pretty much every level i can think of.

(lenny’s response:)
My heart explodes with sadness.

(anthony’s response:)
Man, you gotta do something about those missing buttons on this site.
Who was Roger? was that the guy you were talking to at the Immigrant? And yea, dont worry, next time, we’ll get you something better… It’ll be good times.

(vivian’s response:)
yes, roger was the guy @ immigrant.