does that make me sound like an alcoholic? part 2

met up with brad tonight. he's in town visiting for a little while. (it's strange - so far the only people i've been hanging out with have been people that are just visiting portland - it really makes me feel like i'm just on vacation) he was hanging out with emily heller & co. at a bar/arcade. we played one round of dance, dance revolution and felt thoroughly embarassed. then a bunch of kids took off and me, brad, emily and her bf alec just wandered around downtown. it was nice to just be out walking around at night which i haven't done at all yet. it's so weird. i'm so reluctant. i feel totally wary of this town, of liking it, of settling down. i want to run away. ANYWAYS. we wandered around and ended up hitting up some fancy hotels - taking elevators up to random floors and then walking the halls looking for room service trays and carts. we only found one tray but don't call the adventure a bust or my awesome new salt and pepper shaker set will have to bodyslam you.

does that make me sound like an alcoholic?

i'm a bad blogster. i don't know what to write on these things. i had a delicious burger today. it had whole cloves of roasted garlic on it. (is that blog worthy?) I also got buzzed on half a beer because I am a GIANT lightweight. it was a fun time though. everything is better when buzzed.

I went with my parents to see two houses today that just went on the market. One was HUGE but sort of unimpressive. The inside was really pink and though the floorplan was nice and I could probably live in the basement for six years without anyone noticing, the fact that it was right off the freeway sort of killed it for everyone. The second house had a lot more character, a craftsman in the NW section of the city. It was really rad, in a nice neighborhood, close-ish to 23rd street, but the kitchen was old and small and the rooms were too few and too small to make a B&B. I was ready to make an offer, but alas I'm not the ones with all the moolah.

i think i need to watch more female comedians and musicians

i am troubled by my response to things that make me happy... instead of thinking, "hey i want to do that" (regarding people making music or comedy) i think, "i want to date someone who does that"

time to stop living vicariously through boys.

there was a time
you dreamed of
small houses here
nestled among these
spiked trees
and a porch
to sit after dinner
with a guitar
and me.

these days you are
across a continent
swallowed up by
the biggest city
to break my heart.

the trees are pointier here

Portland, OR.

My family and I moved into our very small, vaguely ugly, little white box of an apartment. We brought far too much furniture and it's feeling a little like housesitting for a giant. who is also a packrat. Everything is too big and there's too much of it.
BUT! It is only temporary until my rents find a huge lovely house that can rival old 545 S. Grand St... And there's a pool, hot tub and fitness center very close by. So.

It's very strange to be living in a new place. Here are some things I've noticed about Oregon:

The trees are less round than in California. Also, there are more of them.

Californians really are just on average more attractive. Sorry, rest of the world.

I guess that's it.

Oregon: good if you like trees and uggos.