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Ladies it’s time to get your bikini on. It’s not going to look that good. We’re not tan, for one thing. Also we might be a little flubby. But we have to try them on now. Beause if you don’t start now, you will be in some serious trouble later. Anyway I’m on week three of my boot camp thingie. Doing pretty good. Just had to try on the bikini for the first time to check my progress. Nine more weeks, then I’ll be ready for summer!

I love my car.

I was thinking today while I was driving about how much I love my car. This is not a new thought. I have thought this since the first day I got to drive the car nine years ago. I was fifteen and my mom was sitting shotgun. I was not a good driver then. Let’s see there’s the whole almost taking myself off the freeway ramp incident and the unfortunate tree “scrapping” situation (did you know suburbans come with touch up paint in a nail polish like container? genius). Back to my car. It’s a 1990 Acura Ledgend. It’s not new and it’s definately been through a lot. The car has been so good to me, and I can’t even afford to put premium fuel in there. Then a few weeks ago the inevitable happened. I was getting on the freeway and the car started shaking, sputtering and basically not moving forward. I pulled off to the side of the road. Do you do that thing where you look at people on the side of the road? I do and it sucks to be the one looked at. Well it went in the shop and it’s all happy now $300 and a new alternater later. It got me thinking about my car’s impending death. I just don’t know what I will do. The car is so perfect. You can see out of it so well, it’s got a sunroof, and everything is automatic and electronic. And it’s a luxury car. I mean, yeah, a really old one, but it’s not like I could afford a new one. I can’t afford a new car at all. So please, please hang in there!!! I need you. And I promise someday I will pimp you out and get you your antilock breaks back and make you brand new.

My Colorful Room

That is me taking a picture of myself in my little nook. I love this nook. It has a windowseat and holds a lot of little crafty treasures (some of which you can see here). I live upstairs in a townhouse. My room is a loft, and I think it is really cool. Here are some more pictures of my room:


Yes I sleep in a bunk bed. I am twenty four, but I think bunk beds are a great space saver. That paper thing is under my bed, there is also a nice chair and desk under there. Those little guys are Lucielle Ball and Snowden. My desk is always that messy. I think I can be a bit more creative when it is like this, because I can just grab stuff and play (you should click on that picture because there is lots of stuff to see). Isn’t my computer screen sick? I love this thing. I love my whole desk. My brother gave it to me for graduation. It’s an old drafting table from my dad’s that he refinished. See how my glasses are crooked? I left them on a chair last nigh that bj sat on. We’ve decided that’s not a good place for glasses. I don’t always put things in good places, this results in lots of loosing, breaking, spilling, and general catastrophe. But there is no point in getting stressed out about those things, so it’s better just to laugh it off. Well except for my tolietry bag that is currently in Ohio (oops!). It’s not so funny that it has this really expenisve and annoying mouth guard in it and I can’t get any one to send it back to me. So I might be taking another trip soon…
See now why my life is in color? I just don’t thing dull is a good word to describe me.

Well, that’s me.

That’s me. Well, the back of me, but that’s my hair. That’s the only way I really like to wear it now that it’s gotten so long. I also really like the color green. I like Oregon (the wonderful state that I live in), maps, little metal things, and bunches of stuff. The thing I really like is keeping track of stuff. I love lists, scrapbooks and journals. The latter is why I decided to start my own blog. I can keep track of stuff, and then other people can look at it, and then they can remind me of stuff. So I’ll try not to go all over the place, but I offer no guarantee.