Finally I will have more elbow room, as we are finally making the transition from apartment to house. I am so happy, I peed my pants and didn't care. No more noisy busy for me. I am crossing the bridge to solace, sanity and quiet.
Hello St. Johns, where have you been hiding.
SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
5.15.08
One year ago I took a photo of myself that made it clear to me that I, too, can gain weight. I had thought that my lying around all the time, drinking beer for breakfast (sometimes I just needed to), not getting out, etc. wouldn't have an effect on me, that I wouldn't gain weight.
Anyway, this is me today:
And here are a couple other ones I liked:
Okay, okay, enough chit chat.
I gotta get back to work.
bye.
the last flowers are still here for us...
It turns out that my phone wasn't REALLY lost---it just got left at the AT&T store. So, we had to swing by that store at 9AM before heading to the airport.
This was what the inside of my carry-on bag looked like:
The whole way to the airport I kept thinking not about how much I'd miss my family and Houston but about what makes people shitty. I mean, what makes people so shitty?
I know that I'm not the best person in the world. I've done my share of shitty things (e.g. cracking up at my friend's funeral, that one time I masturbated, the time I told my older sister I hope she dies while giving birth), but I know I'm not a shitty person. Some people just seem like they'll never change---and that's so weird to me! That basically means that someone can go through their entire life not really LEARNING anything.
I mean, yeah, you can learn a new fact or come to know something.
But it seems like some people can be the same person most of their life.
They'll never realize their faults and try to work on them.
But maybe they DO realize their faults but they ignore them...
(Where is this coming from? I have no idea. I'm not even referring to any one person/incident either.)
I hung out with Ben J. in Queens last night before going down to Williamsburg to meet up with Max and Sarah and Meredith S. (my very, very good friend who just moved here on Monday) and this guy Drew Bagels. (We went to the Levee, of course.) Ben asked me if I'd ever seen "Teen Witch".
I haven't.
And then he showed me this scene from the movie:
It's so wiggedy wack.
Wiggity whack.
By the time I left the Levee, I was a bit (really) drunk.
Meredith was going to drive me home, but I didn't know how to get home from where we were. (I don't know the streets too well; I only know the subways. Underground. Subterranean.) And I didn't know how to get to Max and Sarah's place either. (They, including Drew Bagels, had left in a cab.) So, I just had Meredith drop me off at the G train stop kinda near the bar.
But the G train is effed right now during late nights.
And I was pretty drunk and didn't want to bother with trying to find alternate routes to get home.
So, I just went to Ben J.'s again and stayed the night with him.
Here's a photo I took of myself around 4somethingAM on the G train:
I looked gnarly.
(Didn't that word used to mean 'cool' back in the day? Maybe I just thought wrong.)
And HERE are the shoes I'm currently waiting to arrive in the mail:
Let's hope I can pull them off.
I've missed you, pals. This past week has been too easy.
xo
craig-hunter
So... I try not to act like a brat. Especially when somebody is doing something for me and helping me out.
But when my mother takes my phone, goes to the cell phone place to replace my dying (srsly you should see how bad it is) cellphone and ends up losing my cellphone...
Well, I just get a little bit really angry.
I was supposed to see some people tonight that I haven't seen in awhile. It's my last night in Houston.
And it's one person's birthday.
What the fuckin' fuck, man...
I hate that my cell phone means this much to me, but JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!
Give me a fucking break.
I really miss snapping graffiti lately. the weather has been a real miss as far as matching up with the schedule thing, but I still managed to grab snap of this spiffy sticker. irony at it's best.
...
Is my website working?
Some people tell me they can't click on the handwritten text images like you're supposed to be able to do. I wonder why some people can and some can't...
In other news, I FINALLY finished reading Sons and Lovers.
And now I started reading Another Country (by James Baldwin) on the plane to Texas. (Andrea G. left it at my apartment. I'm going to finish reading it before mailing it to Oregon.)
