Found out the slow loris excretes a venom from its inner elbow, which it licks before biting its enemies. That's some crazy shit. Makes me think of all the other cute animals who have dark souls, like this chameleon.
Today was my Friday. Fell in love with a girl visiting from Santa Barbara who said she liked my beard, didn't like the guys who came in with her who asked if I had any gum. Made me realize that I haven't asked anyone for gum since I went to college. Made 38 dollars in tips and I don't know how that happened. Kasha ("porridge" in Polish) was there when I started my shift--an adorable red-headed school teacher--but I don't think she likes me. At least I found out that guy she'd met was only a friend.
This Planet Earth stuff is amazing.
Put to a playlist of Pink Floyd, Planet Earth is a dream.
New guy at work: Nick. Competent, friendly... Should do fine. He's Shaun's friend, and I'm not sure if he's in the band, as well. Nick might have been the guy playing electric guitar in the background, thrashing his head around during the balls-out instrumental breakdown.
Lance is gonna give me his old iPhone 3, maybe tomorrow morning before I head out to the DMV for registration and the mall for gift certificates. Lance is also awesome because he often brings the closers dinner at work. Today it was chicken strips from Buckhorn Grill. What I really want from Lance is his secret to success, but I suppose in the meantime a free iPhone is pretty neato, too.
It's storming outside.
Tomorrow's the night Celena may or may not come over. Still very curious about what she's thinking and wondering how innocent she thinks this seems. I'm thinking it would be neat to tell her outright that I'm interested in being friends with her but find her way too fun and cute to say I'm not attracted to her, so we won't be able to hang out if she's dating someone, and how 'bout them apples?
Last night Kirsten and I didn't do so hot at the casino.
Kimberly, the same customer who brought me the Santa hat, bought Meredith and I copies of Francine Prose's "Reading Like A Writer" for Christmas. Made me feel all kinds of warm inside and I really think it's the perfect motivation to get me writing again: that voice I miss from college workshops that told me that I should. Anyhow, I thought that was super nice of her and she's my new favorite person.
Today I felt like I was taking too much of a break from dwelling on my plans for the future. I guess I sort of have been, at least since sending out those Peace Corps recommendation requests to Tim, Sean and Colleen for my application. Still no word from Tim or Sean, though I suspect one is too busy and the other is too lazy. No offense to Sean. I know I'd think of it as a homework assignment, too. I'll start bugging him about it soon. In the meantime, I should keep looking for a new job. I should keep looking in new cities. I don't know what's out there. I don't know if the Peace Corps is the answer I'm seeking.
I don't know what I'm seeking, or why.
Just found out where sand dollars come from. It's disturbing.
Thinking of going to see my dad next Monday and Tuesday. Also want to figure out a way to meet up with Kayla during her visit from Portland to Northern California. Some nice escapism on a road trip might be good for me. Remind me that there's a lot more out there and how close it all really is.
I say I need to figure my life out, but I still finish this blog entry and watch the rest of the "Shallow Seas" episode of Planet Earth. Oh, and I've just started eating little bites of Nutella with a spoon because I have no food or patience for boiling water to make oatmeal. I'm excited to go to bed soon and wake up for breakfast. I'm hoping for a dream about pancakes.
And a dream within that dream about a ham omelet.
The milk in the fridge at Old Soul expires on January 2.
2011.
This is the time of year when every third person you say goodbye to says, "See you next year," and I'm trying so hard not to dislike those people. I also don't like using the word Christmas around this time of the year. I never know if someone will get offended. People get testy enough about having to hear endless loops of Christmas music everywhere they go, and some of them might not like being accused of having a decorated tree in their livingroom.
- Left to Fry
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