| I think this, this is good enough. |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|04:34 pm] |
Things, if you've been wondering, have been good lately. Jimmy and I have been together for 3 months and we're happy and in love. I like that. I like it a lot. We're saving up money to go on the road, we should be out of here by Valentine's day. I've got $600 saved up, our total goal is $4,000 so I've got another $1,400 to make up my half.
I am now the assistant manager at Amazon Cafe. I got a shitty little raise for it, but anything helps. If I can save $100 a week for the next 10 weeks, I'll be really close to my goal. Factor in tax returns and anything I get for Christmas and I think I'll make it.
Jimmy and I have been going on "dates", which is really nice. I've rarely gone on dates with anyone I've "dated." We went to see GFE, Darkstar, Arlo Guthrie and Harry Potter 4. We've gone out to breakfasts and dinners too. It's nice.
Anyway, I guess my life isn't all that interesting these days. I just work, hang out with Jimmy and Ann Marie and wait out the winter until my freedom comes. It's a good life, I'm happy. That's all. |
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| Greyhound Journal Part 1 |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|01:59 pm] |
06/09/05
3:26 PM Eugene, Oregon
Almost done packing. I'm so stressed out! I'm anxious about the trip. I hope it's easier than last time.
Things to do:
Return library books
Finnish packing
Dinner w/ Brian
All in the next 5 hours! Remember to breathe...
11:30 PM Portland, Oregon
This bus station is familiar, this is where I called Brian, on the verge of tears, telling him that the money he sent me to drive home to Eugene wasn't available. Stupid post office. I've already been spare changed and I haven't been outside for more than five minutes. I'm weary of a trip only 3 hours old.
I saw a house on fire between Eugene and Salem. I've never seen a burning house before. It's unsettling. I'm probably going farther on my trip than anyone else on my bus. One kid is going to Mass, but I've got an extra seven hours on that guy. Thank god I get to stop half way in Omaha. I guess I should head back inside and wait in line at the gate. It doesn't leave for another hour, but I'm so paranoid about missing my bus that I feel the need to be more than ready. Good old Portland. I'll miss this town too.
11:40 AM
Saying goodbye to Brian was really hard. He was the only person that I met in Oregon that I cannot imagine living without. I didn't cry, which was good. If I started I knew that I would never stop.
I don't transfer buses again until Denver, Colerado. That means that I can kick back and sleep as long as I want. I hope that I get a window seat this time. They're good for head resting.
I need a fork to finnish my leftovers from dinner.
06/10/05
12:59 AM
Full of Peanut Curry
Almost happy
I ate it with a spork
Cabbage in my teeth
6:55 AM
I've been on the bus for almost 12 hours. I believe that we're still in Oregon, heading east. Oregon is a huge fucking state. I've been getting some sleep on and off but it's really uncomfortable.
Sunrise was beautiful when I woke up to it. The transition of color made me excited to pass through our country again. I t really is a terrific looking place overall, but at the moment, eastern Oregon looks baren and ugly.
We're heading up to a new timezone which has the fortunate effect of knocking an hour off of my travel time. Not an actual hour, ofcorse, but my brain doesn't understand stuff like that and is easily and happily fooled.
9:30 AM Ontario, Oregon
Got a coffee and a muffin at this gas station that I remember from my trip out to Eugene. I have a feeling we'll be stopping at a lot of places that I've already been, which is comforting in a way.
The woman who sits next to me feels as though she can take up her seat as well as half of mine while she sleeps. I'm inclined to admire her confidence as a human being to take up as much space as she sees fit, but I also dimly recall paying for an entire seat for myself. The woman in front of me has two children under the age of three. Theye loud and apparently impossible to dicipline. It's annoying but it helps in making me feel less guilty about digging my knees into the back of her seat. I'm nice and cranky this early in the morning. I take great pleasure in it.
On the plus side, our driver is really chill. A lot of times you get asshole busdrivers for the longest stretches of the trip. No nonsense pieces of shit. Our driver smiles a lot and talks to the passengers. I wish she was super-human and could drive me the whole way.
6:00 PM Somewhere in Utah
I've had a window seat since Boise or so. When the girl sitting with me traded seats with a boy from the back. Another guy got heat stroke in the boring state of Idaho. His passing out and subsequent medical attention proved to be entertaining and dramatic, although it did put us pretty far behind schedule.
All of my pens that seemed to work so lonely in Eugene, less than 24 hours ago, are deciding to die at the same time. Writing is strained and drawing is impossible.
I've been listening to the David Sedaris CDs that Brian made me before I left, in between daydreaming about all the pretty boys I met in Eugene. (Me dreaming, that is... not Brian. Well... maybe Brian too but that would be a secret never revealed to me.)
The Utah landscape is as bleek as Idaho, as was eastern Oregon. Who could live here? Honestly! It's depressing. I did see some halfassed canyons along the way and what looked like a small tornado. Are they called tornados when they're only the size of a one story house? I might even remember to look into that one.
I got to play cards for a while with the boy next to me and the kid in front of me enjoys spitting his food on me as he leans over the back of his seat to repeat the same unintelligible sentances to me over and over again. Besides that I just fall asleep out of boredom and fatigue. I wish I had a laptop and that buses had wireless internet. Or at the very least, a working pen. But I guess I'll just have to keep plugging away. Only 24 hours left until Omaha and a decent meal. Shouldn't be too hard.
10 PM Utah still...
Saw Scott in Salt Lake City. It seemed completely normal and although five years had passed since we last saw eachother, he didn't feel ike a stranger to me. We said hurried hellos, hurried appologies about the past and then hurried goodbyes. We should have had more time to hag out but the bus arrived more than an hour late. I sacrificed my cigarette break to talk to him, which I later payed for with a two hour clenched jaw.
There's a suprising about of light polution on this particular highway. It upsets me. I find Utah ugly in general and the glowing mountians and suffering stars make it that much worse. I think I insulted Scott when I t down the Utah landscape and I'm genuinly sorry if I did. But what can I say? I'm a New England snob and an Oregon snob. It's a dangerous mixture that demands bold, lush colors in June and will accept nothing less.
I just realized that Arby's is the initials of roast beef spelled phoneticly. Am I an idiot for not realizing that sooner? I bet there are children out there who don't know what KFC originally stood for. Kitchen Fresh my ass.
6/11/05
6:30 AM Fort Collins, Colerado
Rocky Mountian Hiiiiiiiiigh Colerado!!!
We are sixty miles outside of Denver. We should have been there at 5:50 AM but around midnight last night some guy was supposed to get off the bus at his stop, WANTED to get off the bus at his stop, but the busdrivers of the three buses that are traveling together said that it was too dangerous because the bus station there was closed. So the guy would have to ride with us to Denver... five hours out of his way. They argued about it for a while and we all sat and waited. It put us two hours behind scheduale, only a little bit of which we actually made up on the road.
My bus out of Denver leaves at 7:30 AM, in about an hour. I assume that in a town the size of Denver that it will take me twenty minutes to get my luggage, find my gate and board my bus. Not to mention the added complication of my luggage being on any one of three buses and being surrounded by three busloads of people with the same problem. Not really the kind of thing I like to think about at the crack of dawn, when my ass hurts and my mouth tastes like cigarettes and the Mountian Dew that I drank three states ago.
How about we fly next time??
7:50 AM Denver, Colerado
We made it to the station five minutes after my bus should have left. I thought I was going to have to get my ticket reissued but then I asked a boy if her was going to Omaha and he was. He helped me find the bus that was waiting for us. He looks about 24, big blue eyes and curley dirty blond hair. I wanna marry him, but instead I'll just not.
This bus, by the way, is SWANKY. The last two were awful and uncomfortable... ugly colors, and no room to spread out. This one has comfy soft red seats with wooden handles, TVs, shades for the windows, and best of all, it's only half full! A whole row to myself! I think I might orgasm.
Anyway, 10 more hours to go and I'm in Omaha. Every little thing is gunna be alright.
9:46 AM
64 degrees.
This bus even tells the tempeture! Craziness. The bathroom has a toilet that actually flushes, unlike the outhouse style of the other ones. Oh and the toilet water is blue! Yay! The bathroom also has a mirror, which I guess you'd normally think was a good thing, but after two days on a bus, you don't even want to know. And you're probably better off that way.
I saw gas prices drop to under two dollares somewhere in Idaho or Utah (I can't remember) but in Colerado they're back up in the 2.13 area.
11:28 AM Oglala, Nebraska
I'm a creepy pervert. The cute curley haired guy is sitting in the next row across from me. While he sleeps I keep checking him out and thinking lusty wrong thoughts. Then I caught some other guy checking me out while I slept and I got all weirded out. I'm a hypocrit. I guess the bus just does stuff like this to people. Curley guy is the hottest guy on the bus and I am one of the only girls. We are meat. Unfortunatly, at the moment, we are rancid meat.
I haven't gotten sad about leaving Eugene yet. I had an anxiety attack of sorts right before I left but once I got on the bus I was numb. You kinda go into a greyhound trance which doesn't break until you've reached your destination.
Also I haven't gotten excited about New Hampshire. I wish I was going to Seattle with Brian.
Stupid hot curely guy! Stop Sitting like that!!! He looks so... READY. Ha! I'm a fucking PERVERT! I need to keep myself better enterianed.
12:30 PM
Utah Phillips makes me very very happy.
12:41 PM
Why do I want to make out with a complete stranger that I'm not even having small talk with? I should have had Brian make me more CDs. This is frustrating.
4:33 PM
We're watching Jumanji on the bus TVs. I LOVE bus TVs! They kill a lot of time and the landscape in the midwest is so repedetive that looking out the window for too long will drive you crazy.
Turns out that the hot guy is 20 years old, so not only am I a pervert, but I am also a pedophile. Yay!
5:09 PM
Jumanji is a stupid movie, but I'd watch it all over again if they'd let me. God Nebraska is bland. Someone bring back the rocky mountians!
The landscape never stops moving and still it all looks the same. Hour after hour. The midwest can lick my vagina... I could use the simulation.
STAY TUNED FOR THE REST OF THE TRIP!!!
(once I type it up)
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| LAST DAY! |
[Jun. 9th, 2005|01:33 pm] |
Brady got me really drunk last night. We drank every time someone said "New Hampshire" and after a while we just started yelling it randomly and without any context. I almost threw up... almost. I'm a trooper!
He also took me to the Pizza Reasearch Institute on 13th and lincoln or something like that. Good pizza and you can get it vegan (so brian should go there for dairy free goodness.)
I leave town in about 7 hours, I'm getting pretty tense about it. But I think I've got everything taken care of that needs taking care of.
I went to see Reece yesterday at his work cuz he asked me to. I was talking to him outside while we were having a cigarette and some hot girl was there. He walked away from me, mid-sentance, to go drool over her. I didn't say another word to him while i was there and then I left without saying goodbye.
I'm fine with him looking at other girls, hitting on other girls and talking to me about other girls. That's fine. Do it right in front of me. But DO NOT fucking walk away from me when I'm talking to you for some overly-groomed foundation-junky chick. Show some fucking respect.
Whew! Now that that's out of my system, I gotta go get ready! I love you Eugene! NH or bust! NH or boobs! yay!!!!
Wish me luck guys! I'll write you from Omaha! |
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[May. 16th, 2005|09:41 pm] |
I had a post here but I deleted it.
I decided to be the better person.
:) |
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| I think i saw a dead guy today |
[May. 16th, 2005|11:35 am] |
he was just lying there with his eyes open.
i couldnt see if he was breathing.
i didnt wanna touch him.
it was weird. |
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| It don't mean a thing if it aint got that swing! |
[May. 14th, 2005|07:37 pm] |
hey kids, you workin' hard or hardly workin'?
that's what I thought.
I'm having fun with my parents and Eugene is all sunny and nice. I got a paycheck from my old job which i didn't cash for 6 months. OOPS! It's not a whole paycheck but it's money I didn't have which I'm using to eat a bunch of food and getting nice and fat. :)
I think I'm drinking too much coffee these days (or redbull and vodka at the bar) because I've been getting overly excited about stuff. I could just be happy, cuz my parents are here and I don't feel so lonely anymore. I dunno... I better watch myself tho, I'm out of control!
galenweee: http://www.trumedia.nu/pictures/homies/80s_anchorkevin.jpg
galenweee: how awesome isthatpicture
RaoFaylinn: it's awesome alright
galenweee: that face is priceless
RaoFaylinn: haha
RaoFaylinn: priceless
RaoFaylinn: its pricey
galenweee: stop that
RaoFaylinn: i stopped
galenweee: yeah
galenweee: youre lucky
RaoFaylinn: dont threaten me
RaoFaylinn: i could chew you up and spit you out!!!!!!!
RaoFaylinn: mother fucker!!!!!!
galenweee: jeez
RaoFaylinn: im just being adorable
RaoFaylinn: dont pay it no mind
THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT! |
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| Trying to get people to go to see Lucidic with me is not good for my nerves! |
[May. 13th, 2005|06:37 pm] |
RaoFaylinn: so are you gunna rock out tonight>
RaoFaylinn: ?
RaoFaylinn: BRIAN!
Snorfle: hang on
RaoFaylinn: pfft
RaoFaylinn: do you know who you're talking to? me? HOLD ON????? who do you think you are? some type of guy whos doing busy things that dont involve giving all of your attention to me???
RaoFaylinn: THAT KINDA GUY???
RaoFaylinn: do you really wanna be that guy? really?
RaoFaylinn: ...
RaoFaylinn: WELL APPARENTLY!
My mom and step dad didn't wanna go either. It's KAREOKE NIGHT!
fuckers.
I can't go by myself! I'll be looooonely!
assholes. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 13th, 2005|03:44 pm] |
My parents are in town for the next week. I dunno how around I'm gunna be, as far as the internet goes.
Just thought I'd mention it.
peace. |
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[May. 10th, 2005|06:31 pm] |
YOU CAN'T FOOL ME!!!!!!!
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| Look Guys! |
[May. 9th, 2005|11:34 pm] |
It's Cafe Paradiso!
Which is where I spent my day, reading and drinking coffee. I read a lot of Fran Lebowitz today, some of my favorite parts being:
"Children make the most desireable opponents in Scrabble as they are both easy to beat and fun to cheat."
"I love sleep because it is both pleasant and fun to use. Pleasant because one is in the best possible company and safe because sleep is the consummate protection against the unseemliness that is the invariable consequence of being awake. What you don't know won't hurt you. Sleep is death without the responsibility."
"If you are of the opinion that the contemplation of suicide is sufficient evidence of a poetic nature, do not forget that actions speak louder than words."
"Public transportation should be avoided with precisly the same zeal that one accords Herpes II."
"Should one of you boys happen upon a girl who doesn't put out, do not jump to the conclusion that you have found a lady. What you have probably found is a lesbian."
"No news is preferable."
"Everybody talks about people but nobody ever does anything about them."
You should all read Fran's books. They're funny. Anyhoo, Brian took me to see the Hitchiker's movie and I enjoyed it. It wasn't all the acurate and the love stuff made me wanna kick people, but all in all it was amusing. :)
peace and love. |
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It is you each time... it is you. |
[May. 9th, 2005|01:25 pm] |
galenweee: well who is gonna save you from yourself
RaoFaylinn: you are
galenweee: oh
RaoFaylinn: you always do
galenweee: i do my best =\
my true love. <3 |
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| Hmmm... |
[May. 9th, 2005|01:20 pm] |
hmm...
I'm sorry I'm like this, or really that I was like this with you. You get special treatment that you never asked for, and don't really deserve. I'm sorry that I keep saying that I'm sorry and then never changing. I wish I'd been better, I wish I could be, I wish I hadn't let things slip.
Quicksilver in the hand, right?
no.
you probably don't know what I mean. I only wish that I was actually crazy so that I could have some kind of excuse. Instead it's just like this. Books and coffee. And rain. Always rain. Quicksilver in the hand.
just like that. |
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| I went to Saturday Market Today |
[May. 7th, 2005|11:18 pm] |
and it was at once awesome (as saturday markets tend to be) and depressing (cuz I was surrounded by dozens and dozens of dreadheads, some of which have had their locks for over a decade. it made me very sad to no longer be one of them.)
I called my mom last night and it turns out that she's not moving back to oregon, she's going to make arizona her home base. So i'm gunna call my gram and ask her to buy me a ticket back to nh (which she already said that she would) and I'll convince kribbin or sarah to let me stay with them. I also kinda talked my mom into paying for me to go to college, i think that's the plan as of now. |
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| Stupid Cosmo |
[May. 6th, 2005|04:29 pm] |
Everything I know about performing oral sex I learned from Cosmo. I am, therefore, deeply indebted to the magazine for helping me keep a boyfriend months after my initial charm has worn off. But still, reading the non-sex related sections of cosmo is absolutely depressing, not only for it's unrealistic ideals of beauty but for it's fashion sections in general.
I do not disagree with their taste in the slightest, but their idea of "affordable" is really more like "laughable". Yes, that $250 skirt is a steal of a deal when compared to the similar designer skirt seen worn by Jennifer Aniston, with a price tag in the thousands (which could only be refered to as "affordable" in the lightest and most relative sense.) I still have never met a girl in my life that would pay more than $50 for it. Nor would I like to.
THE END. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 5th, 2005|04:40 pm] |
I finnished Brave New World today and I checked out Hocus Pocus.
Reading is awesome. |
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