Bye-Bye

I'm leaving New Mexico today to go back home. It was a nice visit while it lasted. I really enjoyed seeing my friends and family, making plans, going to parties, and hanging out but thankfully it's time to get back to my big, beautiful and very comfortable bed with my larger than life housemates and my slut of a cat. Once I get home my nose will stop bleeding (high altitudes do that), my mouth wont be swollen (dryness issue) and I'll get a good nights sleep (hospital beds=not comfortable). Sorry I was away while I was...well away but I should be back with pictures and poetry for you shortly. Thanks for your patience.

Home Sweet Home

I arrived at the Albuquerque airport at about 11pm last night to 70 degree weather with twelve mile an hour winds. Meanwhile my housemate is freezing in our 50 degree house back in Seattle. Gosh, it's good to be home! Getting home, however, was quite the ordeal. I got my new (and vegan) shoes, had all my bags packed and was ready to go. As I am walking up our hill towards the bus I hear this loud roaring, its awfully familiar but I can't seem to place it until I look up and see my very mode of transportation flying past me. I think, "Well, its only twenty minutes till the next bus. I'll just camp out and listen to my iPod." Wrong. I put headphones and get silence. Wait for it.....silence. I look down to see my iPod listing "no music". check artist "no artist" just nothing at all. Trying not to panic I grabbed my bags and rush back home to load music on to my iPod before the next bus arrives. It's just my luck the itunes decides to crap out on me at exactly the same time and wont load music to my ipod without freezing. I've now missed the second bus and have to call a cab to take me to the airport. The cab shows up within five minutes and I'm left to six hours of travel time with zero music. In addition, I'm trapped on vacation for SIX days without my drug. I just spent 20 minutes listening to Lil' Wayne rap about toilet bowls...it's going to be a long six days....

What I Should Be Doing

Yet again I am twittering, blogging, myspacing, facebooking, all when I should be working. I am going to the great Southwest in two days and haven't done laundry, packed, cleaned my room, finished my three mid-term papers, or secured a ride to the airport. Talk about procrastination. Instead of taking care of business today I worked out (which felt so good, I have to start again), dyed my hair (purple, but it looks black), I went shopping and got a great new skirt (not like me AT ALL), adored various female artists via Rhapsody and Youtube (Tori Amos, Bjork, Jesca Hoop, PJ Harvey, Bat for Lashes) and read some Chuck P. 'Pygmy,' his new book, is taking me much longer than I expected but I just haven't had a whole lot of time to read, as sad as that is. So far though it's good. It's written in a broken thought dialect though so it takes some getting used to. I also haven't had time to blog, which is sad but I will quickly catch you up on the events of my life to this point.

May 2nd- I saw the Shins and this lovely band that opened called Delta Spirit (visit various myspace/websites) They were both really good. It was at Western Washington University up in Bellingham and rained almost the entire time. It was beautiful and cold.

May 4th- I saw my beloved Iron and Wine and Sam Beam will always impress. He was charming and very funny and played very beautifully. It was at Vera Seattle. No suprises there. He gave out free CD's which was totally cool and Yogoman Burning Band (from Bellingham) opened and were AMAZING. I totally suggest checking them out. They will rock your world.

May 8th- Saw Star Trek with Mimi and did enjoy. I totally have a crush on Spock, but only as Spock....is that really weird?

May 10th- Finally got to blog, is thinking about writing music again, and has a new housemate named. JD. These things all make me happyish.

Snail March

So, there's a march for snails rights and I am pretty sure the snails know I love them and would never want to hurt them so they are holding it on my walk way. I know this because it honestly took me 6 minutes to walk up to my door. We have 27 little camouflaged snails in various places along our walk way, its like walking through landmines or laser fields to avoid stepping on them! I am really scared to come back tonight in the dark and might just have to go through the back door because if I hear that little 'crunch' under my feet I will probably start crying and Heather won't be here to comfort me. Snail death is everywhere, people, be cautious!