C is for Cookie...

I know...I know...I should wait to post these until after Halloween and have it be a surprise for everyone...but I am just so excited. I have finally successfully sewn my own costume...MOM, you should be proud. See any resemblance?

Since when did birth certificates trump Social Security Cards?

Oh well...I guess it doesn't matter because I found my birth certificate.

My spell check has been way off lately, and sometimes I wonder if it is trying to check for another language.

I have wonderful friends here. I have a roommate right now. He's pretty great and even took on the insurmountable task of organizing my CD collection.

I saw the movie W. tonight. Superb. One of the better movies I have seen in a while.

I'm leaving for Canada in 5 hours...I am headed to Victoria for the weekend. Hopefully they let me back into this country...but to be honest, I think I would be okay being stuck there. After all, their dollar gets me a lot further. More detailed entries to come. Promise. Love always. Me.

the clouds are out like a dream machine

staying true to form, i left town for a couple of days on a road trip. first to portland and then the coast. all i packed was a toothbrush and i made friends in all towns i stopped in. it was greatly needed, though i wish i was feeling better.

currently, i am procrastinating on all the real things that i need to accomplish. old habits die hard i suppose.

tomorrow: doctor, car registration, unpack.
friday: unpack, doctor.
saturday: write letters. my new roommate arrives.

moon boots and sweats

this is what i was wearing today. in my defense, i am sick. i went downtown to get my license, trying to be productive with my day off. who knew what adventures would occur while i was wearing this attire:

1) i made two new friends at the DMV. i decided that if you look at me skeptically while i am wearing moon boots...then you obviously are just begging for me to talk to you.
2) while i was at the DMV nicole and i decided it would be smart for a last minute trip to portland and to see sigur ros...which means i walked all over downtown seattle to meet a man to buy tickets from.
3) i made a quick stop for cash from bartell drugs. i got hit on numerous homeless men. hot.
4) while waiting to cross the street, the most handsome man stands next to me. the whole time i was regretting my attire. i look over and we make eye contact...and i self-conciously smile. he looks me up and down...making note of the sweats and moon boots...and he says its raining...and i say yup...i wasn't planning on running around in it or in what i was wearing. he says i look nice. yeah right...but thanks handsome man. i wish i hadn't gone inside that building just then...
5) i meet the guy to buy tickets from...and we both laugh at how ridiculous i look.

needless to say...seattle is starting to become more like home...im starting to find myself in those really ridiculous situations again...like taking pictures of people's butts.

My Family may Disown Me for This...

But I can't stand Palin. I will spare you the details.

In other news, I am back in the real world and bogged down at work.