old, new. borrowed, blue--or just a lot of new things

moving out is hard, so to help myself cope i've gotten some new things. are you even ready for this?


The Jag. I cried tears when I got this baby-and I do not cry.


Jack "the piglet" White. Even though he died on me the VERY FIRST DAY I GOT HIM, 200 dollars and some stress wrinkles later, he got me all the way to Portland!


Speaking of which, Portland. My new city.


Someone has to help pay rent.


Our new apartment. It's like living in fairyland, only better, because I'm the fairy.


AlumiBuddy. Oh, little AlumiBuddy.


It was a good deal!


The Memoir.


Wait for it....


Oh, it's an 8mp camera too. It's not a big deal.

dine and dash

another serving adventure:
it was almost closing time(5 minutes to 9), and i was raring to go. everything was cleaned, my sidework was done, all that was left to do was count my money and run like heck.
then, the table walked in. and asked to be sat. it was my turn.
i sat them a little begrudgingly, and told them i would return in a few minutes to receive their order.
as soon as i walked into the back i started ranting and raving about how rude it was to come in before close, asking me to just stop my whole life (and plans) for them. and i really was pretty mad.
later i returned to the table with their drinks and food, very graciously i might add, the only man at the table (obviously the one who would be paying) asked me if i would like to deliver their check right now, in case i had plans. my mind: red alert, red alert, they heard you talking about them! quick, think of something!
i just chuckled and said oh no! what're you talking about? i'm here for you...i don't have anywhere to be! his reply: are you sure? my rebuttle:oh yes, yes. and i hightailed it to the back. five minutes later i sheepishly asked how they were doing, and if there was anything i could do? the man was ready for me: actually, yes. could you bring the check? we forgot we have to be somewhere...
slick old man, very slick.
they left me a twenty percent tip. he wins this battle.

brooke, the dog.

i went swimming at my friend's house earlier, and it just so happens that her black lab is named brooke. what. the. heck. that is a human name. she kept calling her and whistling for her and i kept looking over at her, just to have her say i was talking to the dog. and once i caught her snapping and whistling at me--and she promptly said, i got confused.

my biggest fear

that one day, i will take out my teeth whitening trays, and my teeth will be reduced to powdery stubs.

the food eaters dilemma

it has come to my attention that it is not just lunch workers who give me free food. it is the general populace. a girl i know stopped me in the parking lot of my school and asked if i wanted to try some dip and bread from her work. she was currently eating it. i willingly tried some and by the end of our conversation she said, you can have the rest! half the dip and half the bread still remained. i asked her if she was sure, and she energetically replied that she was. as i type this i am eating the stuff. and it's good...should i not have taken it? also, another lunch time at my school i took an expedition to a friend's house and ended up with a mostly full box of corn pops. it lasted me for days. when i returned to the said house maybe a week later, a new box of corn pops had replaced the one i had received from my friend. apparently her parents weren't as keen on the "give brooke a whole box of cereal" as their daughter was.

powers of persuasion? or personal appearance? you decide.

the place, the lunch room at hillcrest. the time, lunchtime. the players? yours truly. so i was in the lunchroom in line for lunch with my friend, Kiley. as we were checking out there was a rag folded neatly in front of the til. i asked the lady what it was for, and she said the milk is always wet so it is there to place your carton on it to dry it off. i chuckled and said you are so smart! and the lunch lady said she knew this already. i leaned in conspiratorially, and said smart enough to get me free lunch?? she just laughed and i laughed, and Kiley laughed. and that was that. or so it seemed: later she came up to me as i was sitting on a lunch table and she handed me a cookie! she said you're too skinny!
and this wasn't my first jaunt with a lunch employee. once a lunch man gave me a free apple.

why i love my job.