we like to make silly faces.

pre-NBT6 dinner shot.

anyways. it's been a good while since i felt like doing any writing. not feeling down, not feeling up, just feeling meh.

friday night i went back in time and was once again a babysitter. i looked after the most well-behaved five year old boy in the universe. hands down. the only time he got remotely near disagreeable was when i had to give him a bath and really, he just tried to talk me out of washing his hair. we made a deal which traded hair washing for a later bedtime, and once the agreed-upon bedtime came, he went with absolutely no fuss. it was awesome. i watched the movie 'cars' and then his parents got home and i got a cool 50 bucks.

excellent.

last night we went to limey's - site of tree's bachelorette party. it was a decent time, but unfortunately, we chose the wrong barmaid to order drinks from. she carded us and wouldn't take my ID. she even asked me if i could show her my passport! i explained i never carry it because it's too difficult to replace and a bar is an easy place to lose things. she was bitchy, but agreed. joel asked if she was having difficulty finding my date of birth on it [it's not underneath the picture and it usually makes it harder for people down here to locate] and she flipped out. she said she was "going to" take it, but since we had "an attitude" about it, she wasn't going to.

completely uncool.

fortunately, since we're trying to keep things on the cheap, we'd brought a flask [yeah, next stop alcoholism!] so we just went down to the patio where everyone else was situated and drank our contraband hooch and that was that. though, we were greatly encouraged when our friends offered to cash out their tabs and walk - there were at least 15 of us - but we didn't want to put a damper on the night. they tried to get us to talk to the manager, but i didn't really feel like making a fuss as i was okay not giving the place my cash. we just chilled and talked with kate.

good times indeed, even if that barmaid was an utter cunty bitch.

missing my pals back home something fierce today. local peeps, you know i love you, but i'm just having nostalgia. plus, two of my friends back home got horribly screwed over by their employer and i wish i could be around to cheer them up. if i could get us all inside a time machine, i'd take us to the night gallery for funk night - but one that our back then selves were not at so we don't cause a disturbance in the space-time continuum - because as every good nerd knows that would be catastrophic!

oh lord.

anyways, i miss all my kids back home, but in most cases it's like beating my head up against a wall. welcome to the pity party, right? it's saddening, but i'm a tough girl. i just wish people had the guts to be honest and admit they're not into it if that's the case. because if they are up there missing me, it doesn't make sense to be so hands off.

but like i said. done begging for attention and affection. i get plenty down here from some very great people. i love my little network down here. talked to kate last night about the possibility of a girls' night for the gwen stefani show in may as both phoebe and liane have expressed interest in attending the show. so far looks like green lights on all sides, but of course, it IS months from now, so we'll see what happens.

oh, and last night i had a second person request my shopping assistance due to admiration of my own clothes/accessories. hmm...maybe i should start a personal shopping business. i'm completely kidding. as i've gotten older, i care so much less about what other people think about how i dress and all that shit, so it's definitely so so flattering because i don't think of myself as much of a fashionista. i just like to play around with what i wear because i think dressing yourself should be fun and expressive no matter what you're dressing for. i used to toy around with the idea of getting into design to a point where i would do scads of sketches when i worked doing surveys on the phone, but i never put a lot of energy or thought into pursuing it. guess i just thought too much about how many people could do it better than i ever could. plus, i was terrible in sewing class in high school, but i do definitely daydream about making my own clothes.

more things that require money money money which i am trying to be good about not spending seeing as i can't yet work.

made a useless attempt to paint. i think i will try it again this week as i am going to have more time to myself this week. [joel is working middays] i also think i want to have someone over for dinner this week. maybe. we'll see.

anyways, enough blah blah blah. i'm going to go hit the showers.