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2000-10-25 || 15:21:46 || the old man is snoring and i'm drinkin soda at bloody 10 in the morning. || bad work habit number one: not working. bad work habit number two: compulsively writing in my diaryland diary even though the boss man sits right over my shoulder and sees me doing it all the time and incidentally makes fun of me about it.. but i guess he could just get mad and threaten diary or nice paying job that helps pay the rent every month! .. and then i'd have to make some tough decisions.. bad work habit number three: drinking soda pop at an hour when in any other situation i would still be fast asleep. i still have issues about having the liberty as a free thinking independent adult to do whatever i want, whether that be drinking pepsi at nine-thirty in the morning or playing my music too loud. or buying cereal with marshmallows and cartoon characters in it. or going to target and buying nail polish and hair clips and striped socks i don't at all need because my pay check's in my pocket. it still just makes me feel like a bad kid. it's raining today, wheeee. unfortunately i work in a small cave in the middle of the building, so i have to make regular excursions to a window to confirm the fact. yep, it's rainin. funny weather makes me feel like it's christmas... like we should be doing something.. standing under the eaves pointing at the sky and saying see? isn't it great? or choreographing a nice routine with matching raincoats and umbrellas to act out under the freeway onramp. or playing heads-up seven up. or running home to lie on the couch and watch charlie and the chocolate factory. something. not working. what i'm afraid of most i think of moving away to portland (i've wanted to for a long time and think i really just might do it) is losing the excitement i feel from weather. waking up and seeing it's raining and turning over and going back to sleep, rather than jumping out of bed and lying next to the window, relishing the sound it makes hitting the roof and the windows. but i guess that happens with everything. my rainy day music (it's been a wierd music day.. i'm not listening to anything i usually listen to, and hence, i shall blame it on the weather) : rushmore soundtrack, heavy on the who *a quick one while he's away*, bizarre ride II the pharcyde (my hip hop mentor told me this one's the good one as opposed to their disappointing sophomore attempt), two songs from the arab strap (not sure which album.. kell at work just said hashem likes it so i had to listen to it, being a hashem fan and all), if you're feeling sinister by belle and sebastian (since it's raining and all..), and north pole radio station by pram. oh i just remembered something. last night driving home in kelly's car i found a mixed tape that i am sure she made for herself because all of the songs were so quintessentially kelly. songs she found from me, like real bad tullycraft and maybe a calvin song or two, and heavenly; songs she loved a long time ago, like led zeppelin and cat stevens and daniel by elton john and pat benatar; then more recent stuff, like her emo and hardcore; and then random pennyroyal tea by nirvana and some pearl jam song and maybe jethro tull... the craziest grouping of music, and it all is my kelly. and i sang along as loud as i could so that she could hear me in costa rica. ohh it's makin me wanna cry. will you please just sign my guestbook? guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |