Huh. I'm stuck at work on this glorious day. At least I have air conditioning! That makes me happy and relieved.
This weekend was so wonderful. My parents and I went camping at our family property (to which you are all invited the last weekend of August!!) on the Wynoochee River in Grays Harbor County. Pretty much you take I-5 down to Olympia and then 512 or 510 (I forget) towards the coast, then stop at Montesano, the little town that has harbored my mom's side of the family for eons.
Anyways, the weather was amazingly hot, the river was cool, and the forest smelled and looked amazing and healthy. To say the least, I am sun tanned pink all over. Mmmm. Don't you love the smell of sun tanned skin? I do.
We were supposed to go to a baby shower for a cousin, but my uncle showed up and told us all my little cousins were coming up for the day to play in the river, so we kind of skipped it. I feel kinda bad about missing it, but to have the chance to play with my little cousins (of which there are 4) was too great to pass up. It was the best day I've had in a long long time. Besides, who wants to be cooped up at a baby shower when the weather was so perfect, and there was a river to swim in? Yeah. I couldn't.
The only bad thing about this weekend was the fact that I missed three phonecalls from Mohamad. I'm REALLY bummed out about that, as he hasn't called much, and I missed 3 (!!) calls. Damn. I can't reach him on his cell either. I fucking hate that cell, as I haven't been able to catch him with it yet. Stupid fucking cell.
But the river and camping was great. I laid out in the sun sans clothing and recited Arabic from the cool set of CD's I got. I now know how to say quite a bit. Yay! So, on the whole, the weekend was great. I feel connected to my roots again, and relaxed and happy. I hope the feeling lasts.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Beer Garden Blood
Yeah, so I thought I'd catch you all up on my recent drunken activities. Two weekends ago, on the 8th of July, I got totally tanked as shit and did a whole bunch of crazy stuff I don't really remember well. OH yeah!
It started out as an enjoyable-enough day. My parents had been out of town, and I was antsy to do something. So, I called Jess, and she invited me to come out to Vashon for Strawberry Festival. I acquiesced and packed some crap in an overnight bag. I then emptied a bottle of wine between two lidded coffee cups and hit the road. To say the least, I drank both those mugs of wine by the time I reached the Fauntleroy ferry, and was feeling just super. (By the way, this is the first time I've EVER drank while driving. It is NOT a habit, and I already have massive guilt and regret, so don't give me shit. This is kind of like confession. Kind of.)
So, by the time I got to Jess's house, I was in superb spirits. We ended up heading up to a beer garden with a live band, etc. We met a couple of her mom's friends and continued drinking. I had 2 keg cups full of wine and some guy's beer. I was dancing and laughing and supposedly making moves on on of Jess's Mom's friend's husband. Everyone found that hilarious. Eventually, we quit the beer garden (as the band left) and stumbled outside so Jess could have a smoke and continue chatting with friends. I remember walking/stumbling out of the beer garden, but at this point things become VERY hazy, if not just plain non existant in my memory.
I've been told that while standing/trying to stand outside I hit on another guy Jess was talking to, who was apparently the guy I'd been 'making moves' on's son. Go me. Father and Son. But fuck it, I don't really care, its not like anything happened, or was going to. All in an evening's fun, right?
So then Jess and I walked to the car, which was parked a couple blocks down from the beer garden. I think I was being loud and stumbling around a lot, or so I've been told. When we reached the car, (this is something I THINK I remember) I kept walking past it. I think I had it in my mind that we were too drunk to drive home, so we were going to walk, or I was. Jess's house is only another couple blocks away. So, I started to walk home, I guess. Its kind of a downhill road, and I remember jogging and laughing hilariously at the top of my lungs, completely out of control in my own imagined mirth. This is something I do remember, the sublime feeling of freedom and joy I had as I drunkenly jogged down the side of the road, laughing endlessly at this experience we call life. It was an ethereal experience.
But, Jess came along and picked me up in the car after asking two guys if they'd seen a drunk girl come past. They laughed and pointed her in my direction. Yay for drunks! At least we're entertaining, right? RRIIIGGGHHHTTT.
I've been told that when we arrived back at Jess's house I passed out on her kitchen floor for a couple hours, and then managed to make it into her bathroom to puke all over the floor and then pass out again. Marah, Jess's sister, found me passed out on the bathroom floor, checked that I was breathing, and left me. Good job Marah!
I remember waking up in Jess's bed the next morning. So, my only solid memories go stright from exiting the beer garden to waking up in bed. When I woke up, it was to Jess putting her legs on mine 'cause apparently I was taking up most of the bed. There was extreme pain, so I sat up and looked. My legs were spattered with dried blood, and there were scratches, abbrasions and scabs everywhere. My left knee was bloodied, and inner thigh was all scraped to crap. I managed to bruise and scrape the shit out of the tops of both feet, from toes to ankle, give myself a nice raspberry on my right hip, and bruise my right shoulder and eye/temple area. I woke up and my right eye was all fucked up and sore. Go me!
So yeah, I took a little bit of a drunkstumble, I guess. But, Jess wasn't too pissed. She even cleaned up the puke on the bathroom rug for me. Isn't she the best friend ever?!? I think she's nice about it so she can give me shit for the rest of my life. Sound about right, Jess? :)
I also ripped my favorite skirt, lost a flip-flop to Jess's dogs, and put a hole in my favorite summer sweater. :( But I wasn't that hungover the next day, so that was cool. I think it was more like a 3-day hangover, 'cause my body chemistry was WAY off for a couple days. When we actually got out of bed, we decided to get some food. We ended up at a Mexican (I know, SO easy on the stomach, eh?) restaurant, and had a mango margarita on the patio outside, under the shade of a gigantic umbrella. It was windy, so I was holding the umbrella still at the point where the umbrella went through the hole in the center of the table. Well, so make a long story shorter, the wind picked up, and the umbrella rolled over my hand, pinching it between the umbrella and the table, and gave me a horrid blood blister.
Combine the hungover state I was in, the margarita, the pain (which I DO NOT handle well) and whatever else, and you get me going into shock. I had the cold sweats, tunnel vision, nausea, and was about to either pass out or blow Mexican food chunks all over the table before I realized what was happening and got some icewater on my forehead. I made it okay, but fuck, that sucked.
So, currently, I still have a scab on my knee, scrapes on my thigh and ankles, and a half-healed blood blister on my left pinkie finger. Go big or go home, huh? I used to think that was a good motto, but I'm not thinking so much right now. I think moderation is something I need to seriously try and incorporate more of into my life.
It started out as an enjoyable-enough day. My parents had been out of town, and I was antsy to do something. So, I called Jess, and she invited me to come out to Vashon for Strawberry Festival. I acquiesced and packed some crap in an overnight bag. I then emptied a bottle of wine between two lidded coffee cups and hit the road. To say the least, I drank both those mugs of wine by the time I reached the Fauntleroy ferry, and was feeling just super. (By the way, this is the first time I've EVER drank while driving. It is NOT a habit, and I already have massive guilt and regret, so don't give me shit. This is kind of like confession. Kind of.)
So, by the time I got to Jess's house, I was in superb spirits. We ended up heading up to a beer garden with a live band, etc. We met a couple of her mom's friends and continued drinking. I had 2 keg cups full of wine and some guy's beer. I was dancing and laughing and supposedly making moves on on of Jess's Mom's friend's husband. Everyone found that hilarious. Eventually, we quit the beer garden (as the band left) and stumbled outside so Jess could have a smoke and continue chatting with friends. I remember walking/stumbling out of the beer garden, but at this point things become VERY hazy, if not just plain non existant in my memory.
I've been told that while standing/trying to stand outside I hit on another guy Jess was talking to, who was apparently the guy I'd been 'making moves' on's son. Go me. Father and Son. But fuck it, I don't really care, its not like anything happened, or was going to. All in an evening's fun, right?
So then Jess and I walked to the car, which was parked a couple blocks down from the beer garden. I think I was being loud and stumbling around a lot, or so I've been told. When we reached the car, (this is something I THINK I remember) I kept walking past it. I think I had it in my mind that we were too drunk to drive home, so we were going to walk, or I was. Jess's house is only another couple blocks away. So, I started to walk home, I guess. Its kind of a downhill road, and I remember jogging and laughing hilariously at the top of my lungs, completely out of control in my own imagined mirth. This is something I do remember, the sublime feeling of freedom and joy I had as I drunkenly jogged down the side of the road, laughing endlessly at this experience we call life. It was an ethereal experience.
But, Jess came along and picked me up in the car after asking two guys if they'd seen a drunk girl come past. They laughed and pointed her in my direction. Yay for drunks! At least we're entertaining, right? RRIIIGGGHHHTTT.
I've been told that when we arrived back at Jess's house I passed out on her kitchen floor for a couple hours, and then managed to make it into her bathroom to puke all over the floor and then pass out again. Marah, Jess's sister, found me passed out on the bathroom floor, checked that I was breathing, and left me. Good job Marah!
I remember waking up in Jess's bed the next morning. So, my only solid memories go stright from exiting the beer garden to waking up in bed. When I woke up, it was to Jess putting her legs on mine 'cause apparently I was taking up most of the bed. There was extreme pain, so I sat up and looked. My legs were spattered with dried blood, and there were scratches, abbrasions and scabs everywhere. My left knee was bloodied, and inner thigh was all scraped to crap. I managed to bruise and scrape the shit out of the tops of both feet, from toes to ankle, give myself a nice raspberry on my right hip, and bruise my right shoulder and eye/temple area. I woke up and my right eye was all fucked up and sore. Go me!
So yeah, I took a little bit of a drunkstumble, I guess. But, Jess wasn't too pissed. She even cleaned up the puke on the bathroom rug for me. Isn't she the best friend ever?!? I think she's nice about it so she can give me shit for the rest of my life. Sound about right, Jess? :)
I also ripped my favorite skirt, lost a flip-flop to Jess's dogs, and put a hole in my favorite summer sweater. :( But I wasn't that hungover the next day, so that was cool. I think it was more like a 3-day hangover, 'cause my body chemistry was WAY off for a couple days. When we actually got out of bed, we decided to get some food. We ended up at a Mexican (I know, SO easy on the stomach, eh?) restaurant, and had a mango margarita on the patio outside, under the shade of a gigantic umbrella. It was windy, so I was holding the umbrella still at the point where the umbrella went through the hole in the center of the table. Well, so make a long story shorter, the wind picked up, and the umbrella rolled over my hand, pinching it between the umbrella and the table, and gave me a horrid blood blister.
Combine the hungover state I was in, the margarita, the pain (which I DO NOT handle well) and whatever else, and you get me going into shock. I had the cold sweats, tunnel vision, nausea, and was about to either pass out or blow Mexican food chunks all over the table before I realized what was happening and got some icewater on my forehead. I made it okay, but fuck, that sucked.
So, currently, I still have a scab on my knee, scrapes on my thigh and ankles, and a half-healed blood blister on my left pinkie finger. Go big or go home, huh? I used to think that was a good motto, but I'm not thinking so much right now. I think moderation is something I need to seriously try and incorporate more of into my life.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
4 Stresses
Whoa. I'm tired. I've got a lot on my mind, and can't seem to focus on anything long enough to make a decision or determine anything definite.
Stress #1 Mohamad is in Egypt. Okay, fine, I miss him horribly and can't reach him on his phone. I have no idea where he is, when he'll be back, if he's okay and everything. More than slightly tense about this.
Stress #2 Becca is in Israel, which is currently invading Lebanon. Well, no worries there, my younger sister is just caught in a warzone, an hour away from bombings in Haifa. Good times, right?
Stress #3 My parents are selling the business, so I'm gonna be out of a job and in need of housing in the next 6-9 months. Kind of scary. I can handle this okay, I just need to get a career job that can support me and give me health care coverage and hopefully benefits - the sooner the better. But its still stressful.
Sterss #4 Hmm. This would be just the usual stresses; money, sleep, etc. I can never get enough of both.
My Arabic is coming along nicely though, so that's good news. I made $50 yesterday, its money in my pocket though. Good times.
I'm listening to "Amber" by 311. Its a good song for me to listen to right now. Chill, relaxed and comforting while still upbeat. I need to make some decisions, and have patience, and everything will work out in the end right? Right.
Stress #1 Mohamad is in Egypt. Okay, fine, I miss him horribly and can't reach him on his phone. I have no idea where he is, when he'll be back, if he's okay and everything. More than slightly tense about this.
Stress #2 Becca is in Israel, which is currently invading Lebanon. Well, no worries there, my younger sister is just caught in a warzone, an hour away from bombings in Haifa. Good times, right?
Stress #3 My parents are selling the business, so I'm gonna be out of a job and in need of housing in the next 6-9 months. Kind of scary. I can handle this okay, I just need to get a career job that can support me and give me health care coverage and hopefully benefits - the sooner the better. But its still stressful.
Sterss #4 Hmm. This would be just the usual stresses; money, sleep, etc. I can never get enough of both.
My Arabic is coming along nicely though, so that's good news. I made $50 yesterday, its money in my pocket though. Good times.
I'm listening to "Amber" by 311. Its a good song for me to listen to right now. Chill, relaxed and comforting while still upbeat. I need to make some decisions, and have patience, and everything will work out in the end right? Right.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Feeling Slightly Blue
Feeling slightly blue
Current mood: discontent
My parents are out of town, and I've got the whole house to myself. They even took the yappy dogs. You'd think I'd be more chipper than this, but I'm just not. Sal is here, but he's more of a pain in the ass than anything else. Stupid fuzzy cat that sheds all over everything!
My honey's in Egypt for the next couple weeks, and I miss him horribly. Especially right now, when I'm considering going to bed...alone and in an empty house. By myself. All alone, with just a mangey cat for annoyance. I called him earlier, but he's apparently asleep still. For the love of Allah, it's at least 9AM there, and its not like he needs beauty sleep or anything.
I don't like the jobs I'm working. I'm discontent with them. At one job I work with some guys who aren't so fun, and don't like working with a girl. Its at Mohamad's business, and I'm working there as a favor, so I'll stick to it 'cause I love him and would do just about anything for him. But it doesn't make it any easier. The other is my dad's office, and its basically just me and Judy and Dominica - meaning me in my office in the back, Judy at the front desk and Dominica giving massages in her room. I'm pretty secluded back there, and am bit lonely today. I spend most of the day alone. Bummer, huh? I know, I know, poor me.
Also, I'm trying to learn Arabic, but need a tutor. You can't pick up an accent or proper pronunciation from a book, no matter how hard you study, especially when things are spelled phonetically, and spelled differently in each book or website I go to. Kinda frustrating. I'm frustrated with my rate of learning. If you know of anyone who speaks Arabic and is willing to tutor, please email me about it, I need help!
I just don't want to go to bed alone. I mean, in an empty house. I don't like relying on TV for companionship, and I have been the past couple evenings. Kind of sucks. I don't need/want to meet any new guys, as I've found the one and only... he's just not here at the moment. All my girls live pretty far away, it seems. Or, I haven't seen any of them in a couple days. Meh.
Just feeling sorry for myself at the moment. Don't worry, I'll go sleep it off and cause some trouble tomorrow. :)
Current mood: discontent
My parents are out of town, and I've got the whole house to myself. They even took the yappy dogs. You'd think I'd be more chipper than this, but I'm just not. Sal is here, but he's more of a pain in the ass than anything else. Stupid fuzzy cat that sheds all over everything!
My honey's in Egypt for the next couple weeks, and I miss him horribly. Especially right now, when I'm considering going to bed...alone and in an empty house. By myself. All alone, with just a mangey cat for annoyance. I called him earlier, but he's apparently asleep still. For the love of Allah, it's at least 9AM there, and its not like he needs beauty sleep or anything.
I don't like the jobs I'm working. I'm discontent with them. At one job I work with some guys who aren't so fun, and don't like working with a girl. Its at Mohamad's business, and I'm working there as a favor, so I'll stick to it 'cause I love him and would do just about anything for him. But it doesn't make it any easier. The other is my dad's office, and its basically just me and Judy and Dominica - meaning me in my office in the back, Judy at the front desk and Dominica giving massages in her room. I'm pretty secluded back there, and am bit lonely today. I spend most of the day alone. Bummer, huh? I know, I know, poor me.
Also, I'm trying to learn Arabic, but need a tutor. You can't pick up an accent or proper pronunciation from a book, no matter how hard you study, especially when things are spelled phonetically, and spelled differently in each book or website I go to. Kinda frustrating. I'm frustrated with my rate of learning. If you know of anyone who speaks Arabic and is willing to tutor, please email me about it, I need help!
I just don't want to go to bed alone. I mean, in an empty house. I don't like relying on TV for companionship, and I have been the past couple evenings. Kind of sucks. I don't need/want to meet any new guys, as I've found the one and only... he's just not here at the moment. All my girls live pretty far away, it seems. Or, I haven't seen any of them in a couple days. Meh.
Just feeling sorry for myself at the moment. Don't worry, I'll go sleep it off and cause some trouble tomorrow. :)
Thursday, July 6, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Doin' what I please
Current mood: happy
Category: Life
Life is gravy lately. I had a kickass birthday this past weekend, messed up in the woods on the river, just kickin' it with Jess and the fam. We drank one of those 'magnums' of wine each evening, topped off with cocktails from grandpa and more beer from the cooler. I might still be sobering up. :) The walks in the woods were pretty killer too.
Saturday night, after we'd arrived and set up our tent, Jess and I set out to walk the property and get baked as shit away from camp and the fam. (Hey, it was my birthday weekend - I don't condone it all the time... but camping birthday's are ok, right?) So, we headed out on the main trail. It was getting a bit dark, but there was still light in the sky. It was clear, stars were coming out, we'd had a magnum of wine, and life was pretty happy. The trail on our property winds along parallel to the river through a large grove of birch trees. Have you ever walked through a grove of birch trees before? The bark is next to white, and the foliage is emerald green. With the sun fading, the stars coming out, and darkness settling in upon us, it was as if we were walking through a fairy-inhabited forest. So freaking cool!
Anyways, that was just on the way out. After we'd arrived and inhaled our substance, life got even better. We were WAY more relaxed, and the forest just seemed alive with energy. It was definitely sending us good vibes, we're both sure of it. The trees just seemed to glow with greeness, and the bark stood out to direct us back to camp. We were laughing like drunk dumbasses all the way.
It was super cool, 'cause usually I'm afraid of the dark (yes, I'll admit it) and I didn't even freak out walking back to camp in the middle of the woods. How hilarious would I be if I ran flat out into camp, yelling at the top of my lungs for the 'boogey man' to stop chasing me? Given how stoned I was, it would have probably have been Jess. I think it helped that we didn't have a flashlight. We were walking around in the dark, and it just felt so much more open and safe without the light. We could actually see everything, whereas if we'd had a flashlight, our vision would have been impaired and we could have only seen what the light was shining on. That, and there was no light to make shadows, thus no scary shadows to spook the shit out of me.
Anyways, I'd say the only bad thing about the weekend was that we ran out of 'stuff' before we got home, so the hangover prevention/healing/cure was not available, and we did get a little grumpy towards the end there. That, and there was a horrid family reunion. I hate this side of my family's reunions. I mean, I don't mind talking with any of the old people, but the cousins who are my age suck balls. They all live close together, and interact daily, so they all have a ton of experiences together, which they talk about the whole day. Its like they're a pack, and I'm not one of them. I don't know them, and have pretty much given up trying. Maybe someday we'll all be cool and have a good time, but until that happens, there's definitely a huge void. We probably all need to get shitty together so we have something to talk about. Who knows? I just feel like I don't fit in, which I'm sure a lot of people feel when they attend an FFO, or Forced Family Outing. But whatever, we got to eat a ton of awesome food. I mean, there were like 8 pies!! 2 blueberry! (My favorite pie)
Anyways, I had 4th of July on Vashon, where Jess lives, and it was FREAKING AMAZING. That HANDS DOWN, was the longest, most awesome fireworks display I've ever seen, and I've seen A LOT of them. About fifteen minutes in, I leaned over to Jess, and was like:
"Dude, this has got to be the finale. Freaking awesome."
She leaned over a couple minutes later, and was like "Hey, do you feel like a dumbass for calling 'finale' yet?"
I did. The show went on for at least a solid 20 minutes, and I'm probably cutting that back. It was probably more like half an hour. SERIOUSLY. Amazing.
We crashed a party on some beach where there was a barge full of fireworks to be lit. There was a decent live band, a seafood buffet, and an open bar - not to mention all the hottie guys there drinking and lighting shit on fire. My kind of men! Just kidding. Anyways, it was awesome. We lit off a couple hundred dollars worth of fireworks (man those guys were nice to share, eh?) and drank and just partied on the beach. Spectacular.
One of the best 4th of July's ever. And I got a new pair of shoes for my birthday. Yay!
Doin' what I please
Current mood: happy
Category: Life
Life is gravy lately. I had a kickass birthday this past weekend, messed up in the woods on the river, just kickin' it with Jess and the fam. We drank one of those 'magnums' of wine each evening, topped off with cocktails from grandpa and more beer from the cooler. I might still be sobering up. :) The walks in the woods were pretty killer too.
Saturday night, after we'd arrived and set up our tent, Jess and I set out to walk the property and get baked as shit away from camp and the fam. (Hey, it was my birthday weekend - I don't condone it all the time... but camping birthday's are ok, right?) So, we headed out on the main trail. It was getting a bit dark, but there was still light in the sky. It was clear, stars were coming out, we'd had a magnum of wine, and life was pretty happy. The trail on our property winds along parallel to the river through a large grove of birch trees. Have you ever walked through a grove of birch trees before? The bark is next to white, and the foliage is emerald green. With the sun fading, the stars coming out, and darkness settling in upon us, it was as if we were walking through a fairy-inhabited forest. So freaking cool!
Anyways, that was just on the way out. After we'd arrived and inhaled our substance, life got even better. We were WAY more relaxed, and the forest just seemed alive with energy. It was definitely sending us good vibes, we're both sure of it. The trees just seemed to glow with greeness, and the bark stood out to direct us back to camp. We were laughing like drunk dumbasses all the way.
It was super cool, 'cause usually I'm afraid of the dark (yes, I'll admit it) and I didn't even freak out walking back to camp in the middle of the woods. How hilarious would I be if I ran flat out into camp, yelling at the top of my lungs for the 'boogey man' to stop chasing me? Given how stoned I was, it would have probably have been Jess. I think it helped that we didn't have a flashlight. We were walking around in the dark, and it just felt so much more open and safe without the light. We could actually see everything, whereas if we'd had a flashlight, our vision would have been impaired and we could have only seen what the light was shining on. That, and there was no light to make shadows, thus no scary shadows to spook the shit out of me.
Anyways, I'd say the only bad thing about the weekend was that we ran out of 'stuff' before we got home, so the hangover prevention/healing/cure was not available, and we did get a little grumpy towards the end there. That, and there was a horrid family reunion. I hate this side of my family's reunions. I mean, I don't mind talking with any of the old people, but the cousins who are my age suck balls. They all live close together, and interact daily, so they all have a ton of experiences together, which they talk about the whole day. Its like they're a pack, and I'm not one of them. I don't know them, and have pretty much given up trying. Maybe someday we'll all be cool and have a good time, but until that happens, there's definitely a huge void. We probably all need to get shitty together so we have something to talk about. Who knows? I just feel like I don't fit in, which I'm sure a lot of people feel when they attend an FFO, or Forced Family Outing. But whatever, we got to eat a ton of awesome food. I mean, there were like 8 pies!! 2 blueberry! (My favorite pie)
Anyways, I had 4th of July on Vashon, where Jess lives, and it was FREAKING AMAZING. That HANDS DOWN, was the longest, most awesome fireworks display I've ever seen, and I've seen A LOT of them. About fifteen minutes in, I leaned over to Jess, and was like:
"Dude, this has got to be the finale. Freaking awesome."
She leaned over a couple minutes later, and was like "Hey, do you feel like a dumbass for calling 'finale' yet?"
I did. The show went on for at least a solid 20 minutes, and I'm probably cutting that back. It was probably more like half an hour. SERIOUSLY. Amazing.
We crashed a party on some beach where there was a barge full of fireworks to be lit. There was a decent live band, a seafood buffet, and an open bar - not to mention all the hottie guys there drinking and lighting shit on fire. My kind of men! Just kidding. Anyways, it was awesome. We lit off a couple hundred dollars worth of fireworks (man those guys were nice to share, eh?) and drank and just partied on the beach. Spectacular.
One of the best 4th of July's ever. And I got a new pair of shoes for my birthday. Yay!
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