ghosts are good company

oh right, i graduated.

and got those seahorses in the previous post put on my body forever.

i’m antsily waiting to hear if i got a job - things sound promising, but they are taking their sweet time contacting my references. for now i’m (scouring job boards but also) living as if that is what’s going to happen, so i’m planning on couch surfing around seattolympia this summer (much like last summer, except under much lovelier circumstances).

yesterday was oly pride, which was ok - small town pride beats big city pride any day, except for when there’s not enough to do at littlepride and you’ve said hi to all your friends five times and don’t know what to do next.

so i went to a party and there was awesome music and square dancing (my favorite exhousemate was so amazed that i danced!) and babies and amazing gluten free cake, but then there was a “please save me there are no trannies at jake’s” so i went to the bars and the non-square dancing for a while.

saturday was the big gay bout, which was beauuutiful (and vagely offensive, if i want to read it that way), although the defeat of the pegacorns by the ligers was pretty devastating.

friday was solstice, monday the mariners lost to florida, which is just depressing, sunday was father’s day, friday was graduation, thursday i spoke up for washpirg to the board of trustees, tuesday i saw eli clare at u.w. (awesome) and then the sex and the city movie (not awesome), before that i was so swamped with school that i can’t begin to try to remember what was when. and the cosa nostra donnas kicked grave danger’s butt and i was sad.

so, we’re kind of caught up, yeah?

here is an exploration of my new room. when i say “slippers” i mean “mittens,” but everything else is true facts. i am excited about these newfangled video uploading capabilities that i have. the video is dedicated to jennicakes who has been insisting that something videographic happen.

i apologize for going into puppy!voice.

it started raining two seconds after i was done shooting. the plants are being grown in dirt that we dug up in digging a grave for Gigi The Best Cat Ever, who died yesterday. i cried a lot. i was on the phone with my mother when i was planting the tomato and broccoli seeds, i kept saying that i was “burying” them.

have a good tenth life, gigi.

here is a story of conjunction.

first, to set things not-so-straight, i grew up with a big love for drew barrymore.

secondly, i’ve been meaning to post about juno since we saw a screening of it just after buttoning went down (i guess this part was foreshadowed by my shirt in the last entry). i was all about juno mostly because kimya dawson is all over the movie and she’s my favorite musicmaker and hopemonger, but i also enjoyed ellen page in it - although i think she had more character in hard candy and more wonderness in wilby wonderful - juno just seemed a little contrived. anyway. yay ellen page is the moral of this paragraph.

thirdly, roller derby. of course.

so whip it? i think so. there’ve been murmurs about this movie for a while, but now it seems like all parties are go and shooting will happen in texas this summer. banked track. pretty tantalizing.

not too long ago, i posted about how fantastic my experience with the buffy musical on the big screen has been.

i went again for its second night in san diego, and it was even more awesome than the first - there had definitely been a lot of word of mouth at work, and the crowd was super pumped. it made me happy, and glad that i had sat in the front row and as such could see everything.

and it was good.

and it is gone.

the curator, if you will, of the buffy musical sing-a-long has been notified that “Fox has pulled the license for ALL their TV shows from theatrical exhibition.”

and that pisses me off, because these things have been bringing together some awesome community. usually i hate online petitions, but i signed this one.

in non buffy news, i can’t go skate tonight because of my broken butt.

grr. arg.

dear buffy musical,

i kind of love you.

i’m just sayin’. i was petrified about last night, about going by myself, until i saw that they were looking for people to assemble goody bags (”i used to do this all by myself, until i realized that people might be willing to help me!” / “when did you start having people help you?” / “oh, about three shows ago.”), and so i did that and met people and then i wasn’t all by myself! which is awesome.

and while i was the only one really injecting the musical with the overabundance of lewd that it so obviously deserves, it was still full of the sauce of awesome, because everybody was having a great time and being clever.

it also plays tonight, and i am hoping hoping to go again (that would be, um, my third time?). hurray!

yet again, patches emulates life. tomorrow is the “monsters of accordion” tour (well, two days from now - there’s still all of thursday to go), and i’m sourly tempted… but there’s the whole way that even though my last post was about not spending money? i’ve been spending money.

on:

• the patches book (mentioned in the past post)
• both anna oxygen albums, because i have found that her music makes me immensely happy.
• wreck this journal. there’s a grammatical error on that page. perhaps it is not the best journal for me after all. but, to quote strongbad, “oooh, if you want to be possessive, it’s just i-t-s, but if it’s supposed to be a contraction, then it’s i-t-apostrophe-s. scalawag.”

i’m feeling self-conscious because maybe two new people have said “hello, i am reading your blog!” and that makes it so many more people than the one person who was reading it before. i’ve been blogging since (this is the part where i count on my fingers) 2000? but i’ve been doing it mostly privately until last summer, when i took a class called “art of the blog” which was pretty awesome, but also really scary. the class was mostly blog design, truthfully, but it also asked me to step out of the protected space bubble and take credit for my thoughts and opinion and overabundant rambling on google, which i’m still rather afraid of (speaking of bad grammar).

i took another class with arlen this summer, and faced somewhat the same challenge - this time it was just basic web design. it was different for me than the rest of the class, because i started designing web pages in (finger-counting again) 1998 or so? maybe 1997? and they were crappy. i was very young, and this was right before/at the very begining of css, so all of the resources available were all about table-based layouts and… it was messy, is the moral of the story. still i lean toward the very simple design, so it was somewhat embarrassing. i ended up making that page and this mini-site for my ex-boyfriend, cubbie.

cubbie and i went to see the simpsons movie today, speaking of cubbie and spending money and evergreen (when i was a tour guide at evergreen we were always encouraged to mention groening. i was always kind of embarassed, not by his work but by how proud evergreen was of him). the movie was surprisingly good - i’m always afraid of things like that (vague, um, tv shows that are pretty good turning into movies? the simpsons’ potential for either greatness or sludge? things that are marketed explosively?), but i laughed a lot and waved my hands gleefully even more.

we were at the grand lake theater, where the matinee was affordable and the popcorn was free (mon.-thu. for the summer)! it feels like a good deal, even if i did have to pay seven dollars to cross the bay and back - one of us would have had to anyway. ho hum.

the theater is absolutely beautiful. we sat in the balcony of theater three (balcony because it reminded me of the capitol theater in olympia), which is decorated in a faux-egyptian theme, with paintings on the walls and statuary. all of the entrance wall has hieroglyphics stenciled on to it - i wonder if they say anything. my favorite part of the theater by far, however, was the ceiling. i looked up and… stars! cubbie’s analysis was “that’s how they do stars at disneyworld,” but mine was just “ooh, shiny.”

after the movie we walked around for a while, exploring, and found many places to have our nails done. had we, you know, wanted to get our nails done. eventually i came home and procrastinatorially puttered, although i was successful in emailing the derby dolls about my interest in them.

also i was successful in pouring a whole glass of water onto my bed. i had thought i would get to bed “early” tonight, too.