oh noes! i bet you were all worried, where is geo? she had a party? did she die at the party? what's going on? that's EXACTLY it... isn' it? ISN'T IT? (love me!)
anyway.
i never have much to say.
life is chugging along, but at a much slower pace.
i get why it's such a young thing to have a diary... what would i write now:
OMG, the rep from travel and leisure sounds SO cute on the phone, he asked me about the weather... which he always does because he is from new york and likes to hear about the weather here. and i ate pizza for lunch, cause i couldn't handle another day of that shitty grown-up food from the deli across the street. and i love pat so much, it's like frightening. and i am so worried about not being able to work much on my vacation... what if they miss me? i will miss them.
wow. riveting.
i have been feeling bored lately. unhappy with my state of being.
i really want girl friends... but when push comes to shove i am 1) too shy and 2) afraid to get hurt. but there is only one end to this predicament: for me to stop being a baby.
/geo being a baby.
my life is up to me to forge and if i am not happy with it, i have no one to blame but myself. so, instead of sitting around, playing uno and feeling sorry for myself... i should take uno out into the world with me. spread the word of uno, remind people why they played uno in the first place: becuase it's awesome.
tomorrow is my friday: yay!
leaving for portland early friday morning. pat and i stuck in a car for 10 hours. i might kill him. but we have a cook's tour by anthony bourdain to listen/masterbate to. and choke by chuck, which pat has never read. and i am excited, since i LOVE choke.
in other readerly news, i recently finished rant. it was a really quick read and i was sad to have it end. (though there will be two more rant books in the far future.) i have no idea where he gets his ideas, they surprise and shock me. and i am not easily surprised or shocked. i also read his book on portland, since i am heading there and all... and his personal life stories are insane and... like something out of a fictional book. i want stories like that... i want bizarre occurances and intense fucked-upery. my life is becoming so easy. selling out is easy... and comfy.
SO i have decided this weekend will be a bender for me. (well, as much as a bender as a control freak like me can handle... so... not much...) but i figure it will be a good weekend to invent a fake persona. first step to fake persona: name. and i got stuck... i mean.. my name is already kinda weird and unique... and bender-ish. i feel like every name i thought of was a step back. i always liked the name Dior... but pat said people would think it's fake. what about geo? don't people think geo is fake? and i guess it is fake... but still. GEO? wtf kind of name is that? *freak* so, step one of persona-making: failed.
in summary: i am going to portland, tell me what i NEED to see. (i need to see it all, my dears. ALL.)
anyway.
i never have much to say.
life is chugging along, but at a much slower pace.
i get why it's such a young thing to have a diary... what would i write now:
OMG, the rep from travel and leisure sounds SO cute on the phone, he asked me about the weather... which he always does because he is from new york and likes to hear about the weather here. and i ate pizza for lunch, cause i couldn't handle another day of that shitty grown-up food from the deli across the street. and i love pat so much, it's like frightening. and i am so worried about not being able to work much on my vacation... what if they miss me? i will miss them.
wow. riveting.
i have been feeling bored lately. unhappy with my state of being.
i really want girl friends... but when push comes to shove i am 1) too shy and 2) afraid to get hurt. but there is only one end to this predicament: for me to stop being a baby.
/geo being a baby.
my life is up to me to forge and if i am not happy with it, i have no one to blame but myself. so, instead of sitting around, playing uno and feeling sorry for myself... i should take uno out into the world with me. spread the word of uno, remind people why they played uno in the first place: becuase it's awesome.
tomorrow is my friday: yay!
leaving for portland early friday morning. pat and i stuck in a car for 10 hours. i might kill him. but we have a cook's tour by anthony bourdain to listen/masterbate to. and choke by chuck, which pat has never read. and i am excited, since i LOVE choke.
in other readerly news, i recently finished rant. it was a really quick read and i was sad to have it end. (though there will be two more rant books in the far future.) i have no idea where he gets his ideas, they surprise and shock me. and i am not easily surprised or shocked. i also read his book on portland, since i am heading there and all... and his personal life stories are insane and... like something out of a fictional book. i want stories like that... i want bizarre occurances and intense fucked-upery. my life is becoming so easy. selling out is easy... and comfy.
SO i have decided this weekend will be a bender for me. (well, as much as a bender as a control freak like me can handle... so... not much...) but i figure it will be a good weekend to invent a fake persona. first step to fake persona: name. and i got stuck... i mean.. my name is already kinda weird and unique... and bender-ish. i feel like every name i thought of was a step back. i always liked the name Dior... but pat said people would think it's fake. what about geo? don't people think geo is fake? and i guess it is fake... but still. GEO? wtf kind of name is that? *freak* so, step one of persona-making: failed.
in summary: i am going to portland, tell me what i NEED to see. (i need to see it all, my dears. ALL.)
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Any plans for the weekend?