It's 2:42 AM and I'm in the middle of Henna-dying my hair kinda sorta red.
No apartment just yet. We've (I've. Since when am I a 'royal "we"' kind of kid?) moved to Craigslist roomshares in houses and other sketchy living accomodations.
My car is getting ready to give up its ghost. Any day now. I had an estimate done, and at $450-$500 to get the bugger fixed, I decided it's more worthwhile to buy a new car, or be all Portand green eco-conscious and reduce my carbon footprint (read, trail of garbage for the REST OF MY PITIFUL LIFE) by selling/scrapping said vehicle and being a public transit-or and biker. Like, bicycler, not motor-biker. As much as I would like to be a motorcyclist.
I removed my stitches from last week (or so) myself a few days ago, and that seems to be healing nicely. I'll have a cute lil' scar to remind me of my embarassing story soon enough. haven't cut myself on anything else lately. Well, massive paper cuts, but what can you do?
I have baguettes upon baguettes upon baguettes. Some of you should really work on coming to Portland/living in Portland so I have some people I know to give things to. As it stands, most of downtown Portland's homeless population is going to benefit from my thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of education.
WCI took my transcripts from CBC, and it knocks 3 classes off my schedule. Which rocks. I'm not sure whether or not I'll be able to be done early, but at least I'll be able to sell my books back prior to the class. Yay!
I ate some AMAZING deep-fried crab wantons at the Saturday market, and I almost asked the guy if I could come into the little booth with him and learn the crab wanton magic. It was quite blissful. I also bought my dad's Christmas present, and it's the first time in years that I've felt like this is a meaningful present that I know he wants and will value. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy, and he's always real appreciative, but he has everything he needs, basically. He's super hard to buy for because he's not a collector, his sports fix is taken care of at the high school, and I don't know anything about sports anyway, and there's just never anything that seems to fit. But this is something I know will be awesome, because it's a nostalgic thing he was talking about when we were on vacation. And I am excited beyond belief.
In less important news, I'll be 23 next Wednesday. Basically old. Yikes.
Finished Blue Like Jazz on the MAX lightrail last Tuesday, and I have to say, it was an amazing book to read in the city it was written in. He's not the best writer, but he's an honest story teller, and I walked through a lot of the things that weigh on my mind with him as I read the book. It was just what I needed just now. God is a good guy that way.
I'm completely a consumer whore because last Sunday I was reading my training manual for GAP as I sat and had a holiday latte from Starbucks. Grind my beans in the corporate machine, for sure. Oh, well. It's a living. kinda....
kisses, all!
