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June 16, 2005
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so i was walking home from the store earlier and passed by the "living room" and they were having some crappy punk bands playing. so i noticed one guy and thought he looked reallly familiar. like from highschool or something. then i thought that it might not be anyone i remember, and he just has a common look. so then i noticed this other guy, who was brown and had slicked back brown hair and a ton of eye liner on. and he was chunky. when i saw this dude i knew that i had seen them at marsyville. they were in band together and i think they both played drums. the one that wasn't fat looked like an uglier version of john cusack. anyway, i didn't say anything to them because chunky was wearing eyeliner and they were in a punk band. and i don't associate with people like that. no thank you.
so, i just looked for information about the living room and it turns out they're closing. so sad. NOT!! here is a story about why i don't think the living room is that great: one day i was driving home from work and when i turned onto the street i saw a pug dog running down the side walk with a leash dangling. so first i thought it was cute. then i got out of my car and went upstairs. when i got inside i looked out the window and saw that the pug dog was sniffing around the car port thing and getting it's leash all tangled around this big post. i watched for about 5 minutes until it started barking like it wanted to leave. it was stuck. i figured i should go out there and just help it because i'm gonna have to be a good samaritan sooner or later and this was just too easy. i'd rather untangle a puppy then give someone cpr. right? right. so i go out there and get the dumb dog unstuck and walk it over to the living room which is where i saw it run from. so i'm standing in the doorway and these people who are either there all the time or run the place are just sitting there looking at me like all "what?? " they didn't even acknowledge that it was their dog at first. so i said "i saw this dog come from in here and thought you should know that he was getting himself tangled up at the house next door" and they said something dumb like "oh. well he usually just hangs out around here" oh. well okay. sorry i untangled your stupid dog you jerk. so i said "oh. well he his leash was all wrapped around this post so i thought i should just help him and see who he belongs too." this whole time i was holding the dog's leash and i felt really weird about it. so then they said something else and i just dropped the leash on the ground and walked away feeling kind of stupid. okay, so was their dog free to get into any kind of trouble it wanted to? i hope they don't care about it too much then because it's probably gonna get hit by the bus. anyway, the whole point was that i thought i was doing something good and someone would be glad that i helped their fucking dog. but they didn't care and i ended up getting no points for that situation. now i will probably have to deliver some lady's baby or something. that is why the living room is stupid.
it's 9:30 now and i would normally go out running but it started raining and i would rather sit here in my underwear and listen to radiohead.
kaeli is in alaska right now. i am a little jealous. the nice thing about working in the cannery is that because you are doing the same movements over and over your brain has time to wander. the last year i was there i made a mental list of things i wanted to do/buy when i got home. then i wrote the list on an envolope and i found it today.
when i get home:
-beck one foot in the grave
-neil young
-sambas
-thrift store
-dickies overalls
-big brown cut off pants
-apartment with corey
-make a patchwork quilt
i never did get a pair of sambas.
but i did move in with corey. and i bought the beck cd. and i made a mis-matched quilt thing (it's unfinished. but whatevs)
i just remembered this hilarious sign language dance brent did while listening to heart of gold. oh, man.
man!!
Posted by alison at June 16, 2005 09:52 PM
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dear alison,
i am at my parents' house for father's day and (surprise surprise) brad is being an asshole. yes, i hope he reads this, that jerk bastard. i don't remember the sign language dance, but the other day corey sang something like, "old man take a look at me." and it was really funny. in regards to your good samaritan story: the other day i went to the library to check out some movies, and the girl working at the desk just gave me the movies back and didn't say anything. i said, "when are these due?" and looked inside to see if she stamped them (she didn't!). she said, "monday." flatly, as if i wasn't supposed to ask that. and it really annoyed me because i work at a library - it's the cushiest job in the world, and i make a marked effort to be nice to customers. why couldn't she do the same? because she was looking at "myspace" on the library computer? i suppose it relates because they are both things that we are (perhaps) unnecessarily angered by.
Posted by: brenters wenters at June 19, 2005 07:49 PM
librarys still stamp books? the public library is so advanced that they don't even scan stuff anymore. well, except for your card. anyway, you just set your books on this pad and then it reads somebody's mind and then magically you are done. BUT IT'S STILL REALLY ANNOYING. because the library people expect you to do everything, scan your card, lay the books out, push buttons on the computer screen, i mean please, give me a break. they're getting paid right? this technology is unnecessary. they can scan my card. it makes me feel uncomfortable to do somebody elses job when they are standing right there making sure i push all the right buttons.
anyway, when is brad not an asshole??
(hi brad, we owe you some drinks!!)
Posted by: alison at June 20, 2005 02:16 PM