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Pieter came over last night. It was cool to hang out with him. Met his friend Bill who looks like Bam Margera in his myspace picture, but not in real life. (Bill thinks I'm crazy for saying that. Oh well.) After they left Nicole & I were sitting around and thinking about watching Garden State at 1:30 am. I invited Jon Mark to come over & watch it with us. It was around 2 by the time he got here. It was a good time. We didn't really watch the film, though. We sat around and talked and listened to music til about 5 am. Crazy, but fun. Jon Mark had this to say about it today: "whoever decided to 'watch' garden state at 2:30 had rocks in their head...." I would just like to point out that rocks in my head equals a good time for everyone. It also equals me staying up til 7 am. After Jon Mark left I wrote an email & when I finished it I noticed that there was light peeking through my window. And since I never get up that early I thought I'd go outsid

All friends and/or loved ones are officially asked to refrain from visiting me unless you agree to adhere to the following conditions: 1. you must not cause me to have a good time 2. you must not be fun 3. you must not do anything that will remind me why I like you so much to even want you to visit in the first place That should about cover it. I am kidding of course. But my heart does hurt right now & I don't want that sadness anymore. I dislike it and wish nothing more to do with it. I am open to suggestions that don't involve preventing my friends from visiting. Please refrain from any suggestions that require bartending monkeys. (wishing I didn't have to make that stipulation)

Thanks, JJ! Yes, happy hump day everyone! Pieter, I forgot to say how amused I was by your hump day every day of the week comment. Clever.

If you like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain, you would have had a grand time with us last Saturday for my birthday. Nicole, Heather, Phil, Brett, and I went out for Mexican food. Then we went ice skating. I had never been before. It was a little scary, but tons of fun. I only fell once when Nicole was pulling me too fast to get off the ice for the zamboni. Then we came back here and they surprised me with an ice cream cake. It was awesome. Pieter couldn't make it because of the terrible weather, which was too bad, but he's coming here next Saturday so that is most excellent. Sherry, it is like we were supposed to be friends before we met those mean boys. I kid, I heart Pieter and Ronnie. Though, I think next time you find yourself in this area of the state we definitely need to hang out. And very impressive with the carpet story.

For a day that had some pretty crappy highnotes, the most unfortunate of which being the fact that my sister's box never came. Tracking numbers do you bloody little good if the so-called status of your package is a big fat lie. Ah well, I shall receive it tomorrow. Fantastic things from tonight: - watching Napoleon Dynamite with Nicole, Jon Mark & Phil ("your mom goes to college") - AND the return of Sherry's blog! (click here to read Galen's lament over the sudden loss of Sherry's blog to understand the joy now in her return) The most hilhumpinglarious quote of the night award goes to Nicole. This is regarding Phil's new word, "prettyful." He was saying that if beautiful means to be full of beauty, why can't prettyful be a word meaning full of pretty? Nicole had this to say: "Prettyful? Prettyful of shit." This is why you should hang out at my house, you'll have more fun than a flying monkey can shake a stick at. And make

Phil & Jon Mark came over for a bit tonight & Nicole did the best thing ever. I gave Jon Mark the tour of the house & we all ended up in my room, so discussion about the drawing Phil did for me that is hanging on my wall ensued. Jon Mark asked why Phil hadn't drawn anything for him. Nicole said because he wasn't as cute as me. There was laughter and then Phil said that he had to admit that I was cuter than Jon Mark. :) That pretty much made my night. A showing of the Tragical Comedy or Comedic Tragedy of Mr. Dinkish followed. For those of you who do not know, this is the film final Shauna, Jared & I made for our producing class. It is about a monkey. Laws may have been broken for the sake of our art, I will neither confirm or deny that. Pieter, you will be seeing this on Saturday. We also talked tonight about filming a short as Jon Mark has access to all the equipment, so Phil & I are going to work on a short script. I really hope this project happens, it

I have to apologize that I did not compose my list of Valentine's statistics for you as promised. I am truly sorry, but in my defense I totally spaced it off so much so that I'm even wearing red right now. I never wear red on Valentine's day, I wouldn't want to give people the idea that I'm actually celebrating this holiday. If you are truly upset by the absence of the statistics, please let me know & I will write them up for you post haste. Phil is in town right now. I hung out with him & Jon Mark on Saturday night. The guys cooked dinner & then we watched Fight Club. Yesterday Phil & I went to the Getty, checked out a new church, and then came back to my place where we talked until 5:30 am. It was a great weekend. And to top it off I got a Valentine from Shauna today, so that was awesome. :) Here's something I wrote a few months ago at the Getty: I'm sitting here in a place I so greatly desire to share with you And you- I have no idea wher

I've never been one of those crazy rain people. I enjoy the sun & all it's shiny warmth, but there's just something I love about rain in LA. Even when it happens to rain for a week straight it doesn't bother me here. I think because I know at some point the sun will shine again, it is after all California. And so for me with this rain it was a perfectly lovely Friday. I met Nicole for lunch at Panera, I had my favorite soup- chicken chili, which was the perfect soup for today- and a fruit cup. I look forward to having a job again so I can buy more fruit. That's really all I had to say for today, yay for rain, chicken chili, and fruit. Sometimes the simple things are enough, like looking forward to falling asleep to the still falling rain. Mmm. After the flood all the colors came out It was a beautiful day Don't let it get away Beautiful day

If you'll notice the time that I am writing this, it is past 1:31 in the morning, since I have to work tomorrow that means that I went to sleep about an hour ago. But take a guess at who just called my cell phone. Oh, that's right my boss. First of all, annoying that any employer would call me past 1 am as it woke me up. Secondly, I answered the phone b/c the ID was unknown and therefore it was possibly important and not my boss. I would have never answered if I knew she was calling. Who does that? And no, I do not care that she is in Berlin right now, it's not that hard to do time math. And really, it would be one thing if we were doctors and someone's life was on the line or maybe even if we were botanists and she just discovered a plant that could be linked by some stupid science crap to the garden of Eden. But no, you know what business I'm in? The self-important, money-obsessed, film industry. No one dies if films don't get made, in fact watch the chariot r

You know how when you're a little kid your mom plans your birthday party? I guess I'm not a little kid anymore b/c no one else is making the plans for my birthday. I'm not trying to make you feel bad, that would be totally lame, I'm simply asking for good suggestions of what to do. I have some ideas, but I'd love to hear other thoughts. Also, please do not mistake this reminder of my 23rd birthday coming up on 2/19 to be a solicitation of gifts, it's truly not. Though you should know that no gifts will be refused. ;) Anyway, bring on the suggestions.

I would paint for you a periwinkle sky We would lie beneath it in the sweet green grass And as the sun's warmth soaks into our skin I'd ask to hear the story of your childhood Dreams & aspirations Joys & sorrows I would listen to it all afternoon long Until the sky dissolves into pink and orange And you would wrap me in your arms To ward off the evening chill We would stay that way awhile in silence Soon the dark would settle in And the stars would claim the sky You would kiss the top of my head And suggest we go inside Hesitantly I agree I hear you sigh, not rushing to move Eventually I lift my head from your chest And shiver in the now obvious cold You lace your fingers with mine as we walk back to the house In the depth of your eyes I see such happiness tonight

February is one of my favorite months of the year, it always has been. Before any of you get any misguided ideas, this is not at all in relation to Valentine's day. Not in some dopey, cutsey "romantic" way at least. I am excited about continuing my tradition of writing bogus Valentine's Statistics . (the link worked this time, hazaa!) This is where I make my disclaimer about not being bitter and only writing these out of amusement. Do I wish I were in a relationship with a wonderful guy? Yes. Would I give a rat's crap about Valentine's day even if I were? No. Who are the card, chocolate, and floral industries to tell us that great romance is to be reserved to one day a year? I want to have great romance on a random Tuesday night just because that's the kind of relationship I'm in, that's the kind of love we have for each other. (Currently a hypothetical situation.) Woo, I've gotten way off track. So back to reasons why February is my favorite.