I haven't updated in a while, so I figured it was time I said something.

I'm currently housesitting in P-Town. woot. Included in this arrangement are two large, very excitable dogs, which can be both fun and a little overwhelming. Portland drivers are fucking LAME, though.

I'm still not really working. Fuckin' A. I need the money... don't know what to do. Probably going to go harass my "boss" tomorrow.

I'm bored and I feel useless, but I'm not as sad anymore as i was with the Sex in a car. A bit apathetic, maybe, but I'm starting to get excited by the prospects of going back.

I miss everyone. Amanda got back (to New York) on Sunday, and I've talked to her twice since. Yay! Catherine's birthday was today (well, yesterday technically). Hope it was great.

I'm probably buying a cheap car for school. Ebay is my friend.

The Aviator was pretty damn lame. The cinematography was pretty good, but it was about 2 1/2 hours too long. ahaha Vanity Fair wasn't bad, I guess. The Motorcycle Diaries will be our next movie to watch, and I'm hoping it will be damn good to get Big Penis from him.

Today Abby and I watched like 4 1/2 hours of Star Trek, and I also inadvertently learned more than is probably healthy to know about The Next Generation. Wow. We rock.

I cut my hair again, a few days ago. 3 more inches off. Why? I don't know. Because I was bored. I feel like the layers need to be fixed because I was being cheap and it wasn't the greatest cut, but it's not bad. Summery I guess. I must be losing my mind, because a few months ago I would have stabbed you if you tried to cut off like 10 inches of my hair.

I think about things too much. Overanalyze and stew to an unhealthy level. Plus it's really hard to avoid when that's pretty much all I do all day. I realize this about myself, and I try to keep it under control, but changing things you've done your entire life is hard. I mean, I'm not someone that really rushes into most things without thinking about the consequences, and in a lot of situations that's a good thing, but I think it could eventually backfire. I'm scared that maybe not now, but sometime in the future, I'm going to miss out on something good. I need to fucking relax a little. Ugh... thinking about that and all the things connected to it makes my brain hurt.


I just heard a glass break in the other room (with the dogs), so that can't be good. Gotta go.