6 posts tagged “jeffiebear”
i woke up this morning and i was beyond exhausted. i got up and locked the door after my parents left to go to work and i went right back to bed for about 40 minutes. after i finally told myself, "you have a job, you have to get up now," i managed to crawl out of bed and head over toward my closet and i had the strongest urge to find someone to play the game of life with.
i haven't played that thing in over five years and out of nowhere - i felt like playing. it is times like this when i wonder about the way my mind works. i think i'm going to go out and find a copy of that game and make jeff play with me on the weekend. vashon island biking. folk life partying. game of life. i can dig it.
i am taking a saturday class this quarter. most people would think that was a pain in the ass, however. i absolutely love that class. lidia yuknavitch, the professor, is the best teacher i've encountered at uwb. which is actually sad, considering she only teaches part-time-ish (one class a quarter, as far as i am aware). this particular class is prose. but we aren't being asked to read the same old "classic" stuff and analyze it and write an essay. oh dear g-d no. we read things like the jiri chronicles (which utilizes the systems theory, analyzes gender and patriarchy and is written by a devilish, gorgeous woman named debra di blasi). we read beauty is convulsive - a book about frida kahlo - and i book-gasmed. i love frida. i love her work. and the way this was written reminded me so much of winterson. and if i could steal any writer's abilities, it would be hers (though i could just, you know, steal her).
for class: we read a book a week. we blog about it on wordpress (thank you for ditching blackboard on this one. i fucking hate blackboard). and we do a writing assignment. and i like it because it isn't asking you to write about a specific childhood experience that really impacted your life. or to close your eyes and picture a "place that evokes _______ emotion." the assignments tie into the books, and the books are out there, so of course, the assignments are as well...
we ended up being invited to apply to the writer's edge workshop, the thing i talked to lance about, and i actually would like to go. i miss creative retreats and it won't be your average writer's workshop, i don't think. it's gonna cost a bit, but if i can find a worthy piece for submission, i think i am on board for that.
[09:08] me: you know that pizza place you love over at the u-district? pizza ragazzi?
[09:08] him: yeah
[09:08] him: yeah yeah yeah yeah
[09:08] me: ...there was a stabbing.
[09:08] him: D:
[09:08] me: yeah.
[09:09] me: i know.
[09:09] him: will they still deliver
the last two days have been so fun and have gone by so quickly.
on thursday ela and i found out that there was a zdravko colic concert on saturday in canadia. so of course we had to go. we decided we'd drive up on saturday morning since the concert was saturday night and we'd sleep over because really, nobody likes driving for long-periods of time after a concert. since i'm a foreigner (translation: immigrant) - we were really worried that my non-American passport would prevent me from crossing the border... thankfully, that turned out to not be a problem. i'm going to refrain from doing a marilyn manson concert-esque blog where i squee like a little kid and throw in details between ranting and raving about how amazing the show was. so here it is: in photos.
i have tons of videos of a few of my favorite songs. however, they are very poor sound quality and i was jumping and yelling as i was recording, so i'm not sure anyone really wants to hear those. after the concert we went to our hotel, which was, conveniently, at the end of the block. i love that we planned it that way because by the end of the night, our feet ached. we got up at like nine or ten sunday morning and packed up our stuff and headed back. i still had easter sunday dinner to get ready for. the very nice hutchins' family invited me over - and i can't pass up an egg-hunt. speaking of the egg-hunt, jeff's mom hid 28 eggs and it took us like an hour to find them. she put one down the sink (after cleaning it, of course) and one inside the sugar bowl. she even placed one inside the cardboard tube in the middle of your paper towels. she's sneaky. but i will be ready for her next time. in any case: photos.
yes, jeff won the easter egg hunt (and our bet, respectively). i came in second place. honestly, i was happy i found any - his mom hid those things well.
i hear the game is only four or so hours long but that'll work out just fine for me. after all, steam has tons of other games that i could potentially play after i am done with portal. like for example bioshock. :)
i'm also very interested inacquiring a plush cube companion. but those things are impossible to find. also, something awful reads minds apparently because they have this amazing photoshop phriday thing - and it's all about portals.
school:
i'm glad. finals week is approaching, and rather quickly, but i'm a lot less worried than i imagined i would be. somehow, it's all just coming together (not for lack of effort, mind you). jeff and i were talking about graduation last night and it's a bit scary how fast time passes by. i started going to the uw fall quarter of 2007 and i could be done by the end of this year with a bachelor's degree in hand. and yet another graduation ceremony to attend - though i always look forward to those. (i wonder if i'm not rushing it a bit because most people my age are college freshmen or possibly sophomores.)
work:
work is as work always was - absolutely amazing. i am one of the very lucky folks whose first job is a pleasant experience.
home:
we're still trying to move all of our stuff into the new house but it definitely feels like home. it never felt that way at our other place. always felt like a place we lived and stayed, never a home to me. i feel like i don't want to leave the house unless i really have to because i enjoy being there. you don't understand just how amazing that feeling is.
personal:
and finally. a person who once had a large role in my life is making his way back into it. and that makes me infinitely happy.
