To all the people who can quest like a tribe does.

Can I kick it?

I went into Melodia Cafe yesterday to talk about setting up a schedule, and I'll be starting training on March 10th. A little more of a wait than I'd like, but still something solid to look forward to, not to mention a pay check. The little asian woman who runs the place is ridiculously adorable. She was beaming as she talked about her expectations and ideas to make the place successful. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, all I could do was nod the entire time. She did get me excited to work there though. I really hope it turns out to be everything she's envisioned.

I'm more than ready to have something to occupy my time other than sitting online and listening to music because my fucking iPod is broken. I'm done with being a bum. This town is gonna kill me slowly if I don't get out.

I spent last weekend in the city with Ben, Nicole, Mark, Doug and Z visiting Mandy and Kasey at their hockey house. Nicole and I were tripping face the entire time, and for lack of a better way to explain it, it definitely made shit interesting. I don't know if I'd do that again. The next day I felt like I'd just ran a marathon, my whole body was ridiculously tired. I'm gonna give myself a break from shit like that for a while.

I've completely fallen in love with Molly's jack russell terrier, Nickel. She sleeps in my bed every night and keeps me company. I didn't think a dog could be so awesome. I'm usually more of a cat person if anything.

Lastly, I've been realizing how lucky I am to have found the friends that I have, because everyone else seems to be fucking crazy! Prove me wrong.

Rorschach's Journal:

This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.

The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.:

The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save Us!"...:

...and I'll look down, and whisper, "No".:

I am the catastrophe waitress.

So, life is terribly boring when you have no money and the job that you're promised takes a long time calling you back. Nuts to you Melodia Cafe. Nuts. To. You. I wanted to possibly go into the city this weekend, but I won't have the money for it. Another weekend in the place where time is frozen.

If anyone looks at this and knows absolutely anyone that might be interested in buying an electric guitar and/or two amps, please let me know! I've been trying to sell these things on my facebook page for what seems like all of eternity.

My friend John sent me an amazing quote from this graphic novel, I forget what it's called so I'll probably ask him the next time I can, about (something along the lines of) a group of superheroes who have to cope with and adapt to a city that's outgrown them. What really sold me was the quote. When I find it again I'll post it.

I've got to go take a shower and deposit a check.

Oh and also, if anyone hasn't heard of Pandora radio, fuckin' get on that shit, I'm completely obsessed and it's only been 3 days. I'm working on building my own super-mega-awesome Livi Radio station, so that every song that comes on is the perfect song [: .

Robot Rock.

Going to see my sister, going to a rave, and then who knows what. I haven't seen Jackie in a long time. On the way down to the city Georgia got hit by a pickup truck. She's fine though, it wasn't big. Her turn signal's still working and everything. Love her. I have to go do laundry and get a shower. That is all.

Happy Hallmark Holiday.

Today is turning out pretty good. Woke up at 2:30 to a tiny jack russell licking my face, telling me to get up. As soon as I walk out of my room I see little valentines posted all around the house addressed to Molly and I, her mom is adorable. I've decided that when she's sitting in her favorite chair in the living room, watching her shows before bed I'm gonna cut up a bunch of tiny little hearts, about enough to fill a small plastic laundry basket, and throw them all over her. The funny thing is, she'd love that.

Matt told me I was his Valentine, so I might be going to the diner or something with him. Later on I should be blazin' and playing magic with Ben, my other v-buddy for the day. I've been playing around with origami today, trying to figure out how to make hearts, roses, cranes, whatever. It's relaxing. I've been playing cds all day because my iPod decided to stop working, and the only way to fix it is to bring it to an Apple store. How goddamn annoying is that. I think the closest one is in King of Prussia.

The other night I did acid for the first time. It was just Molly and I, we had nothing better to do, it was a monday night and we decided to do acid. This behavior completely epitomizes us. We took the tabs and then started to watch a movie to wait, but by the end of the movie we weren't really feeling anything, just a bit silly. But then we got up to go into the garage to watch magnetosphere and chainsmoke, and that's when it started to hit us. My mind felt like it was going to explode, but in a good way...if that makes any sense at all. My whole trip felt like a complete mind orgasm. Watching the magnetosphere made me think of the universe, stars, atoms, particles, the womb, the human body, cells, feelings, love, sex, life, etc. Everything. It was pulling me in. For about an hour I was in love with the thing, completely. It seemed like whatever I was feeling the visualizer would create something for me to look at that to me, was identical to what I was feeling. This is where I peaked. During this whole thing, Molly swears she saw my spirit animal right behind me, in the form of a white cat. "Bigger than a house cat, but smaller than a mountain lion," is what she said before exploding into a fit of laughter. I figure if I do have a spirit animal it would be a cat. My mind had a complete overload, but it was amazing. I felt like I wasn't in a solid body, but that I was a ball of energy, moving about freely. I wish I could see myself like that every day. We crashed around 7 in the morning (we started kinda late), with me in my red footy pajamas curled up in a giant blanket, Molly in her penguin pajamas, watching X Files. It was a good night.