It's Hottt

It's 96 degrees and sunny in the 90049 area, as it has been for the last week-ish, and it's supposed to stay this way all summer. I feel like the sun is burning a hole through the roof and into my brain. I'm frying with no air conditioning and the hottest room in the house. I was told to leave work early because of the spreading blackouts all over west LA. Fifteen stories of stairs is never fun with thousands of traveling people and no elevator, even if it's going down. People are retarded and put their AC on blast, and then no one gets to enjoy it. I should start some kind of campaign to get power back to LA. All kinds of power.

Anyway, because of Alex's request, I'm putting up Disneyland pictures. We went a week ago and I never even mentioned it- probably because I was still dying over the enormous amount of money that the Happiest Place on Earth drained from me. I don't understand how people can afford to go to Disneyland. However, that WAS one hell of a fireworks show.

I almost forgot

We're having an Austrian girl live with us for a couple weeks. Her original host family bailed, and we thought it would be fun to have another teenage girl in the house, sooo our home of four will soon become 5. She's 17 and her name is Kristine or Christina or something like that. More details when I get them myself. I bet she just wants to come here because of Ahhnold.

It's true.

I do love Alex. And while I get really frustrated sometimes, it always ends up being alright. We had the most wonderful time last night all the way until I left his house a couple hours ago. I've only been without mah boo for a couple hours and I already miss him. Sad? Things are feeling a bit better. I guess I needed the weekend to cool off. And now, instead of making appointments for tomorrow, I'm blogging. I refuse to work today. I didn't even sell any vitamins today- and my appointment for tomorrow has to reschedule. But I'm not gonna stress it because there are more important things. Like my sanity, for example.

I've just finished my new facebook album which I proudly present:

Oaxacan Wahoo

It LITERALLY took FOREVER to upload because Ava's stupid computer is laaame. Fernando's birthday was last Friday and he had a surprise birthday party, which I went to of course. It was a blast and a half, especially being the first time I've really gotten drunk since I've been in LA. I know, it's hard to believe, but I just haven't had much partying time. Enjoy the pictures- I think they're awesome.

Workaholic?

These days all I do is work. For the Baileys at home and Westbourne, Hale Enterprises, Nonzero Architecture and the occasional babysitting job. I'm third in the nation this week (again) and catching up to number one in the scholarship race for Hale, but I constantly feel like my life is falling apart. I don't even have enough time to blog, to upload pictures. When does Aline not have enough time for pictures? My health is fucked up (I can't remember the last time I excercised), my sales job still scares me, I'm fucking up my relationship and I think there are fleas in my bed from Pounce. No, that's not all. I'm liking my schedule for next year less and less. I should have taken biology instead of chemistry- I don't know what I was thinking. Most of all, I don't know what to do about Alex. Everything fucking sucks on the inside even when it looks so wonderful to everyone else. They expect so much from me. I want to lay down and rest but I can't. Help? I have to make some more phone calls, set up some more appointments.

The Shot I Could Have Gotten

...if I wasn't being rushed into the ArcLight by you-know-who

Did I call THAT bragging?

This week I'm number three in the nation. Mother fucking three.

Testimonial?

Get ready for some bragging.

I've been working for Hale for almost 2 weeks now. Yesterday Mr. bossman asked me to do a video testimonial for the website. Probably because I'm one of the top sellers in the nation for the first week and probably will be this week as well. To see the list of top sellers,

Shazam!

Everything else is pretty shitty except for the one person who keeps me going, my love, my mexican ball of fun. So let's pretend those things don't exist and just look at the stats. #12 in the nation my first week! Woo hoo!

Hospitals

Alex went to the emergency room today because of his crazy hyperactive sunburn today. I also found out my grospapi has been in intensive care since Monday for his heart. This is the second time this month he's had to be rushed to the hospital because of heart problems. Fuck.

sooo ready to be independent

National holidays are fun. Beach days are fun. Being independent sure is fun. And THAT is why I'm ready for the 4th of July.

Sooo lately, I've been feeling really shitty about high school friends, really great about old friends from way back in the day, and out of touch with Reed friends. I want to forget about the ones who don't care about me and embrace the ones I haven't spoken to in so many years, but know so well. I LOVE them. Alina, Sami, Alexis who is now just Alex. This job is forcing me to remember the people I haven't stayed in touch with, and it's wonderful. I just hope they feel the same way. And of course I adore my Reed friends, I'm just not that good at keeping in touch when I can't see any of them in person. KC came and went in what seemed like seconds and I can't believe our time slipped away so quickly.

On another note, I'm really excited for Frankie and Johnnie's pizza tonight. Mom isn't home for dinner and we (dad and I) ain't cookin'!

Oh yeah, there are some things I've forgotten to mention and they're not particularly new. My mom got accepted into LMU (Loyola Marymount University) where she'll be going this Fall. Eventually she'll be getting a doctrate, so she's working her way up now. I'm proud of her but at the same time I think she's being a little selfish for sucking up so much money when both Ava and I have to go to college too. Just a thought.

I'm bringing in the bucks like mad with this new job. I've sold over $1,000 in Hale products just over the weekend. I know, it's pretty awesome. But I need more referrals. I need potential customers because I'm running out of numbers. My products basically sell themselves and people don't buy them because of what I do, but because they really are the best on the market. And I'm really proud that I can compare nutritional facts with absolutely every product out there and come out on top. I could go on for pages about how great our products are, but we should set up an appointment for that. It's funny how this is actually getting me interested in health and nutrition. Of course, I've always been interested but now I want to go deeper, like finding out why Iron and Calcium are incompatible when taken together or why our FoodBound technology works so well. This shouldn't be exciting, but for some reason it is. Buy Hale!!!

My Hale Website

CLICK HERE!!!

But please don't try to buy anything on your own- the pricing is too complicated. Get in touch with me first, preferably by e-mail, and I will help you!

Someday Reed's Time Will Come

I was talking to a person who goes to school at the LA Fashion School yesterday, someone in my training group at Hale. (I'm starting to really love this new job, by the way) She asked if I was getting my AA from Reed and I was like...No, I'll get my BA there. And she said "Oh, I thought it was a community college." I looked at her for a second, wide-eyed, and just stared. I managed to let out a little laugh, though maybe a tad disdainful. I never know what to say in these situations. I quietly sputtered out "Uh, it's actually a really good school." And that was it.


Another thing that I thought was cute: A guy, when introducing himself to the group, mentioned his college along with "maybe you've heard of it, one of the best 100 colleges in Los Angeles". Now that was REALLY hard to keep quiet on. I'll stop my bitchy commentary there, because I don't want you all to know how elitist I really am.

Hale Correspondence

I wrote to the manager of the Los Angeles office regarding some concerns that I've been having about my new job:


As requested, I checked out the website and found that the Los Angeles
office is actually ranked as the #8 office, not the #1 office as claimed.

Anyway, I'd like to get a few questions out of the way before training
begins tomorrow. There has been much controversy surrounding companies that
operate much in the same manner as Hale, such as Vector Marketing, regarding
the poor treatment of employees. I would like to ensure that this is not
the case with Hale. How is Hale different?
Are employees always guaranteed a paycheck, regardless of the amount of
sales made? Are we paid to set up appointments and all other work that
leads to a sale, and not exclusively the presentation time? Why do we have
to pay for a sample Multipak? It would seem that something so essential
(though technically optional) for a successful presentation would be
provided. Last of all, I would like to know where I can find the research
proving the effectiveness of Hale products.

Thank you very much, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.



He replied:

Aline,

Thanks for the message.

Yes, the Hale Office in LA was #8 - that was for the week, not year to date
standings. As in everything, we fluctuate each week.

It would be unfair for us to comment on any other company than Hale,
however, we definitely treat people fairly and with the utmost of integrity.

You don't have to pay for samples - they are not required. However, our
company is not in a position to just "give" samples to someone who works
here. It's an expensive product to just give out to someone. We ask the
rep to pay the wholesale price for the samples.

We discuss the effectiveness of Hale - and other nutritional products - in
training.

The pay is exactly as explained in the interview. We have a guarantee pay
for training/initial presentations. We have a great (spectacular)
commission incentive pay. We don't pay for your time to schedule
appointments.

Hopefully that answers your questions.


Does that seem fishy? I can't tell whether working for this company is a mistake or if I'm just nervous. Help?

Fortune Cookie Say

I looove Panda Express. And I love that it's right downstairs from my office.

There's an Irish lady working next door at the British consulate. Maybe she's Scottish, that would make a bit more sense.

Tomorrow I start my first day of paid training for Hale Enterprises. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm scurred. I've decided to update this more, not because people actually read it but because I like to write. Although I'll probably post more pictures than words.

Speaking of pictures, Ava just got a new digital camera. And a trip to Ohio. What a spoiled bitch. I better get some mind-blowing gifts for my upcoming birthday if she gets this for absolutely no reason. It's like she's being rewarded for being as horrible as she always is. It's ridiculous how mean she is to the parents, especially my dad.

I haven't had to take any advil or vicodin today, so basically it's a good day. It's been two weeks since I got my wisdom teeth pulled and I finally ripped out the stitches. They were too annoying, flopping around in my mouth when they were supposed to have dissolved already.

Heroin

I just took one of those "what drug are you?" quizzes and apparently I'm heroin. I went back and changed my answers twice to try and get something else because I really don't want to be heroin, but it wouldn't give me a different drug. Maybe I really am heroin.


I wasn't too clear on my last post. Basically, my current boss cut down my hours because he doesn't need me as much, so I went out and got another job to work part time as well. I saw an ad on craigslist and applied, I went in for an interview yesterday and stayed for a second interview, then found out later that night that I got the job. I was super psyched but scared at the same time because of what this job requires of me. I have to sell their product to my own clients- I have to go to friends and family and give them a presentation and hope they buy it. The company is super competitive and growing like wildfire and it pays really well but I don't know if I can handle it. It's actually a really great product, but I'm still anxious about being a sales rep. At least I get my own website.


As far as my rant from yesterday, I'm feeling a bit better about it. I talked to Fragola and Birte via myspace and phone, and I got my feelings out there. I hope everyone understands how unfair my disclusion is and that things start to turn around. Most of all, Sarah needs to grow up and realize that high school is over- and everyone else needs to stop making excuses for her and taking her shit. That's just my opinion.

My new job

scares the shit out of me. And that's exactly why I'm going to do it.

Time for a RANT

I need to get this out so that my job interview goes smoothly today. I'm a bit upset for a few reasons. Most recently, this stupid PC wouldn't let me sign into my blog for about half an hour- that's basically all of my lunch break. But my boss isn't here so he won't know, and I've pretty much finished everything for the day anyway. I'm sitting here eating canned peaches instead of going out to lunch because once again Alex left his phone at home. I thought the whole point of a cell phone is so that people can reach you. Apparently he's an exception. Well, I'm almost over that because it's just one ruined lunch but I'm NOT over what follows.

I called Birte on Sunday to hang out since she just got back from Santa Cruz on Saturday and I haven't seen her since winter break. She couldn't then, but said we should go out to dinner on Tuesday or do something else. So that was cool. I was a little anxious about seeing her alone but fuck it, it's gotta happen sometime so it might as well be now. But no. She sends me a text message saying her parents want her to eat dinner at home but we need to do something and I should call her. First of all, if you cancel on me through a text message, shouldn't you call me and make new plans? I'm the one who got cancelled on!!! To be honest, though, I was a little relieved because we haven't talked for so long, the whole Alex thing that maybe she got over but I still feel awkward about, etc etc. Then yesterday, Wednesday, I called Fragola to invite her to do something with Birte and me. She told me she already saw Birte on Monday. Of course I wasn't invited. Sarah was there. Since when is it okay to disclude one of your friends because your other friend suddenly hates her? This whole situation is grossly fucked up and I'm starting to get really pissed off. I want to call Sarah. I think I will if I can find the number. To me, it just seems a little weird that they say they don't want to get involved and that they don't even know why Sarah is acting like she does, but they don't mind discluding me when they hang out with her. I don't want to get too fired up, so I'll stop there. I hate people.

295.1 miles in my blue beetle

...and bunches of fun. That's what last week comprised of (KC's visit) until I got my teeth yanked out. I would have liked to have updated sooner, but the pain was simply too unbearable and my energy was at an all-time low. But, now that I'm finally recuperating, I have some potentially amusing stories to tell.

It was entirely scrumptious having KC here, and we did EVERYTHING we could have possibly done. It's kind of amazing how we fit most of LA into such a short time. We did things that even I've never done, like going to the Hollywood Wax Museum or infiltrating the ghetto to explore the Watts Towers. They really were incredible, and I hope I have another guest so that I can go back and take a tour. Read KC's blog to find out everything else we did, if you care enough, (and look at all the pictures), or just assume that we did it because I'm not kidding when I say we did everything. I just got a lovely card and cookies in the mail and it brought back all the fun we had in our busy schedule taking over LA.

One of the things we did was go to LACMA where we saw this painting, along with many others:


By Gustav Klimt, it just sold for 135 million dollars, the most that any painting has ever been sold for. Before this, the most was a Picasso that was sold for a meager 104 mill. That's kind of a lot of money.



I wanted to buy this shirt and wear around all the crazy vegetarians at Reed, but it was sold out:




Maybe they'll get more. We can only hope.


I, myself, decided to swear off painting from now on. In my sick daze, I took it upon myself to paint something- and I ended up with a painting of Alex and myself, or something that slightly resembled us, and for some reason I gave it to him. I should have just hidden it and saved myself the embarrassment. He doesn't like it and he won't even take it home. I think I'm going to burn it and get rid of my failed attempt at being artistic.

I clogged the toilet for the first time in years. If I were three, I'd be proud.


Something crazy happened today. And I don't feel like writing it all down, but let's just say there was fighting and 911 calling involved, along with a stolen car and a trip to the joint. Of course, it wasn't me getting locked up. But I sure helped that fucker get there.


Ava was watching this really shitty show today about people trying to be models and I recognized this girl who I used to play basketball with in middle/high school as one of the contestants. Her mom is a model too and neither of them are very pretty. I don't even get it- she's a complete tomboy. But I guess models aren't usually pretty in real life. Most of them just look dead. Well anyway, it made me happy watching the show because they called her fat and she breaks down like the drama queen she is and starts crying and making a scene- it was funny. If you watch it, her name is Lauren Wasser and she's the really blonde one. I'm ok with her crying because she was such a ball-hog, very conceited- you know the type. Basically Kobe as a girl in high school. And she called me a lesbian a few times and it's stuck with me ever since. Bitch. So why did I just look her up on myspace and add her as my friend?


Ava wrote a poem for school that I kind of like. It's not worded as eloquently as it could be, but I like the idea. Here is her "extended metaphor"

life is a toenail
when it gets too long, you cut it off
perfectly polished with
raspberry red
but underneath there is dirt, poverty
on the surface all is well
how wonderful life is
but deep below, beneath the skin
the underworkings of life
blood pumping, workers laboring
you don't think about a toenail much
but you always know it's there
if the nail breaks off or the skin tears
the nail becomes damaged
but it always grows back

Apple Store Fun

Picture Update

I packed up and left my empty dorm, then headed to Los Angeles for the summer


I found a new boyfriend


And sang happy birthday to the old one


We had Mother's Day brunch at the Inn of the Seventh Ray


Ava and I enjoyed our first "photoshoot" of the summer


and then took some more pictures when I dyed my hair again


We ate dinner


with grandma


I babysat Chad (every day and counting)


He's hardcore


We went to the beach


back when it wasn't a minimum of 80 degrees


Panda Express


I realized how cool my eye looks up close


I saw Ulrika!


and Fragola!


We were the first ones in the theater to see "Thank you for Smoking"


and we went a little crazy...

06/06/06

What a wonderful date. Tomorrow is the only day in history that will be 666, my lover's number. (Not Alex) I wonder if any psycho killers will go on a rampage or cults will commit mass suicides or children will become possessed. I always wanted to see an exorcism. Well, not really. But it sounds interesting at least, if not horrifyingly creepy.

I need relaxation time. I feel like all I do is earn money. If I'm not working all day, the parents are on my ass to apply for scholarships. I just applied for one about ten minutes ago actually. I had to write about how an imaginary loftbed improves my life. Needless to say, the scholarship was sponsored by a loftbed company. Scholarships are such bullshit.

I deserve a break from this, and I'll finally get one- this Thursday!!! I have about a week off of work to entertain KC and then get my wisdom teeth removed. I'm super excited about one of them- can you guess which?

I'm planning KC's LA tour, which is going to be AMAZING. We'll have so much fun we might shit our pants. Basically, I'm looking forward to it. If you couldn't tell.

Peace. Love. Billie Holliday.

Update

Today Ulrika brought to my attention the fact that I haven't updated my blog since leaving Portland. Well, many of us haven't. I may have lost some interest, I may be busier. It's completely possible that I'm just as busy or even less, but have no need to procrastinate and therefore no need to write down my spontaneous, though inspiring thoughts on shit going on. Yes, I said shit going on- I like to put things eloquently. Since I've gotten back to LA, I've had to face it that I have a curfew- as retarded as that is to a girl who's lived away from home for a year completely self-governed. I got home at 2:30 last night and the parents flipped. How can they blame me when Alex's bed is just sooo comfortable?

My car has been fucking with me lately. Most of it is my fault but let's deny the possibility of any fallibility on my part. I got a parking ticket- I didn't read the posted sign. My battery died and I had to get a jump from AAA after waiting for an hour in the million degree sun. Of course, it died because I was waiting in my car with the air conditioning on for about half an hour. Then yesterday the blinkers died and went to hell. I got that fixed but missed about half a day of work. The ABS light comes on every once in awhile as it has since we got the car, but supposedly nothing is wrong. The bottom of the car is shit from going over too many hard bumps just a little too fast. I blame peer pressure. (Even when I'm alone) Gas is almost $4. Shoot me please.

I'm working 8 hours/day every weekday except when KC comes to visit from June 8-13th. That will be awesome. I'm getting ready for every cliche Los Angeles touring spot, plus the inside scoop from a REAL Los Angelino. (Guess who)

I'm probably going to Italy and Switzerland with the family and Alex from August 16-23. Anyone else wanna come?

Computer

going away soon.

can't talk, must pack...

Two down, one to go

Finals, that is. After psych tomorrow night, all I have to worry about is packing for LA and moving stuff into the Birchwood/Blake's house. I'll try to get it all into the apartment, but there are already 3 people living there for the summer and I'm not so sure how that's gonna work. Oh right, I almost forgot- I have an interview and training session on Thursday as well for the mentoring program that I'm applying for (starting next year). But that's all! And then I'm off to LA to celebrate Alex's birthday and eat In-n-Out! (I'm not sure which I'm more excited about)

I just got an e-mail from Reed's admission office offering me the dorm host job that they had earlier turned me down for. What a bitch. Finally, my housing situation is settled and wonderful- and then I get this. I politely told them that they should have asked me a week ago because I can't back out of my apartment contract now. Ugh. This would have been SO PERFECT a week ago.

On a better note, KC IS BUYING HER TICKET TO VISIT ME IN LA THIS EXACT MINUTE!!! I'm sooo excited!!!

What the FUUUCK?!?!

What is up with me having crazy. ass. dreams?

The part that I remember starts with watching a volleyball game, none of which was very memorable. We (I'm not sure who exactly "we" is, but we were all stoned) were watching from an elevated platform, a platform that happened to be the other loft bed in my room connected to the bed I actually sleep in. The game was going on in the Palisades gym (my high school). Don't ask how it's connected; dreams aren't supposed to make sense. Ray was on the team facing us, serving the ball, and that's all of the game that I can remember. As we were watching, someone came up to us in the loft and ordered us to leave because we weren't allowed to sit there. We bitched about it among ourselves (apparently we knew and hated the lady) but I was semi-relieved because I was uncomfortable sitting up there and was being pushed off the edge for awhile. So we moved over to my side of the loft, in my bed, and my company was reduced to KC and Lucas. KC and I were talking about how she felt being stoned for the first time, and I really don't know what Lucas was doing there. For some reason, he was SUPER funny. He was our entertainment and we laughed at everything he said. We were there for awhile until some more people entered through the other side of the loft- they were Maeve, Amrita, someone else and maybe Kitty and Madeleine. Sooo weird. Why are they in my dream? Anyway, they somehow got me out of my bed and into the main area of my room.

I was astonished to find that my room had been attacked while I chatted obliviously in bed. All of my blankets and coats and jackets and sheets were sewn together, hanging from all over the ceiling, mainly as a big lump in the center. For a moment I looked around, bewildered, trying to take in the fact that all of my cloth possessions were sewn together in a big heap covering my ceiling. My Reed jacket particularly stood out as I looked closer at the stitches and realized it was forever ruined. The blankets started enveloping me and I became completely covered by the huge clump of soft. I felt hands all around me, grasping me- they were trying to close me in! Luckily, I ducked just in time and escaped before they could secure their hold. But my attempt ultimately failed, as I was caught and pulled back seconds later. They grabbed me again and somehow attached my crotch to a hangar, then pulleyed me up. I couldn't see the actual pulley device because I was hanging upside down, flailing and trying to break free of the hangar. I kept asking what was going on, but they all just laughed, the cruel spectators that they were, and kept pulling me upward. The hangar ripped through my pants and I cried in desperation for any sort of assistance, but no one came to my aid. All the while, Michelle is taking pictures of me and laughing, telling me to smile. Finally, I force a smile through my pleas for release, in hopes that my torture and embarrassment will end, and it does. I see the flash of the camera and then am awakened by Alex's call.

Like I said, WHAT THE FUUUCK?!?!

PLEASE KILL IT, PLEAAASE

There's a daddy long-leg in the corner above my bed and I need it removed. If you love spiders, you can take it outside. But I don't want it near my bed. Someone, please please please respond to my desperate cry for help!

Colbert on C-SPAN

Stephen Colbert is a genius

What is it about boys

that makes girls forget about their friends?

Our lunacy, it's so beautiful

YOUR MAGIC IS WORKING

Baby your magic is working
I lose control of myself whenever you are near me
I feel myself changing
From a guy too cynical for love
into a blushing romantic
Oh honey I'd swim across the Atlantic
just to be near to you I'm hopping like a kangaroo

Baby your magic is working
all of my friends think I'm mad
'cause I talk of nothing but you girl
How you've really changed me
for a guy thought too cynical for love
You've proven everyone wrong
anywhere with you girl is where I belong
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason

Lately I've been so happy
just holding you and gazing into your eyes
like in a movie
You are a star…I mean a starlet,
listen the night we met I fell in love with you
Who'd have guessed who'd have guessed
I'm in love I'm in LOVE!!!

How you've really changed me
from a guy thought too cynical for love
Suddenly I feel as light as a butterfly
and wanting to give love another try
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason

Baby your magic is working
my mirror's reflection is you
looking coquet and smirking
Now your magic is working



Now, replace guy with girl and girl with boy.

P.S. I love Of Montreal. So LSD-friendly, so wonderful.

Speaking of which, WATCH THIS!!! (It's the video for Wraith Pinned to the Mist by Of Montreal)


P.P.S. I feel like such a nerd posting this. Don't hate me for being corny!

Wings

Reading up on The Golden Ass by Apuleius, I came across this picture of Cupid and Psyche that I really like. Beautiful, yes?



And, it got me thinking. I've always had a strange fascination with wings, or at least tattoos of wings. I never thought I wanted one until now. So I googled "wing tattoo" and found this...



Hah.

OK, now seriously. I've always loved this next one. Where have I seen it before? I should really know this.



Next are some I'd actually consider. Well, kind of. I'm pretty indecisive at this point but the idea is pretty appealing. I wouldn't want anything too big.





Well that's all. I'd probably be too chicken to get a tattoo anyway. Haha, get it...chicken...wings...ok not funny. That "joke" was def not premeditated. I'm going to shut up now.

Hotcake House Virginity

has been lost. As promised, it was a bit painful- but I have no regrets. My grease-soaked fries really hit the spot. Saddened by the lack of milkshake, Dave and Ray and I decided to run over to Jack in the Crack and get our fix there. Unfortunately, it was closed. Fortunately, we're a bunch of obnoxious, sweet-talking college students who got the drive-through man to make us milkshakes through the drive-through, despite the strict "NO WALK-UP" rule. He even upgraded our drinks to a bigger size. What a wonderful man. I don't know if it was the purity of his heart or desperation caused by absolutely no human contact in the middle of the night that made him do it, but I'm thankful either way.

Phew...

I finally have a place to live next year. In the Birchwoods, right next door to the aPARTYment. Hell yes.

And, I'm much better with Tedros now. I told him that I figured out my housing situation (and told him to visit me every time there's a party in the Birchwoods), and he replied:

Im really glad it all worked out for you, i told you it would. I will come to all the apartyment parties as long as you come round for some BBQs or something.

Renn Fayre!!!

Yeah, it was pretty much what I expected. Very Reed-esque. Details to come when I actually have time to write.

I HATE FINALS.

Much love,
Aline

If I had a TV

I would watch the Chelsea Handler show Fridays at 10:30 on E!

Chelsea's Website

Stress

Apparently I'm stressed out. I don't feel very stressed, but I am continually bombarded with reminders manifested as physical pain, first in my neck and then in my mouth. I'm not going to bore anyone with details, but I just want to put it out there that this pain has been quite a hindrance to what I need to accomplish before the year ends. And when I say year, I mean school year, which is only about two weeks away. I'm starting a journal to rant about everything and everyone and write all the things that would be offensive if repeated out loud. I'm sure it will be pretty boring actually, but it will be good to have something to just get all my thoughts into. Not that I don't love my blog, but let's face it, it's gotta be censored and interesting to work. It would be hard to find readers (is that what I really want anyway?) if I talk about how great my lunch was every single day.

I need a house. I'm not in a good place to discuss what happened regarding the previous house that Dave and I were set on. I'm also now alone in the search for a place to live. Dave and I decided it would be easier for each of us to find a place if we went our seperate ways. I'll admit it's frightening, to say the least. I hate being so unsure about something so crucial. There's a naked, vulnerable feeling about the matter that I need to fix or I'll go crazy. I need the stability and reassurance of knowing that I have a place to sleep next year. I know what I'm going to try to do but I'm not sure if I can find forgiveness in my heart and gather the composure to ask.


Wanna see a retarded blog about Renn Fayre?
Ulrika is RETARDED. Literally.

Kate Moss

I love cokeheads. Watch this video. I promise you'll laugh.

MossTril 5000

3 Days 'til Renn Fayre!!!

Oh My God. It is so close. This is what people talk about from the first day of school. This is the very reason that some people go to Reed. This is excitement nearing its climax. All the energy, all the adrenaline, ALL of it is coming together. I've been reading the schedule in the Quest and looking at the colorful map. It's hard to recognize our campus, even on a map, covered with a crocodile in place of the blue bridge, a ferris wheel (KC you were wrooong, there IS one), a lost boys fort, hammock garden, mermaid lagoon, beer garden, swimming pool of tapioca balls (eew), a maze (oh god), meatsmoke pirate camp, giant magnetic poetry board, human chess and bowling, crocodile clock tower, CHVNK structure, giant tetherball on the flagpole, pinwheel garden, giant inflatable monkeys (which I'm not exactly sure about the relation to Peter Pan but sure...), foam party, a geodesic dome covering all of Eliot circle and more more more!!! Reed college is truly transforming into Neverland. I need to get my "lost boy" costume together. This is going to be awesome.

Best of all though, Alex is coming. Yay for Thursday night!

6 Days 'til Renn Fayre...

I kind of stole these pictures from other people's facebooks...(of Renn Fayre last year)

hot air balloon on the lawn

shitloads of people

picters (the ones covered in blue paint. yeah they're naked.)

drunkenness at the thesis parade

Current Excitements

At this point, with barely a week left of classes, actual work seems like a joke. Yeah, I still have a hum paper to write and a lab write-up for psych, but all the rest will slide by before I know it. I'm not even worried about finals in a week (though I probably should be) because there's so much happening before then. And by "so much" I mean Renn Fayre, the best party in the nation after Mardi Gras according to Rolling Stone. And as much as I don't want to say it, after Katrina, I'm not sure that New Orleans has too much on us anymore. Renn Fayre is known to change lives. Needless to say, I'm pretty excited.

Now, for the playback of recenticity. That means recent things that have been going on and yes, it is a word. Or it is now that I've used it. All that it takes for a word to become official is one-time use by Aline. How else would words like "splendiferous" or "angrifying" be integrated into mainstream language? Exactly.

So apparently $700 was spent on weed on 4/20 to be given out to the student body for free. I guess I missed out on the potfest on the front lawn. Oh well. Anyway, Jess was one of the lucky many who partook in the lawn hashing, and brought back some pot to smoke later. As in yesterday. Except the pot that she brought back smells and looks overwhelmingly like oregano. I kind of died a little thinking of everyone smoking oregano on the front lawn. And when I say died, I mean of laughter of course. Smells like pizza!!! All was solved when we found a baggie of REAL pot in the backseat of her car, but I still find it terribly amusing knowing that oregano was smoked.

After getting super happy off of real marijuana in my cracked pipe (cracked, not crack) (and whoever broke it is going to HELL btw), we headed off to the hum play (or Hump Lay). Everything I learned in hum the entire year, compiled into a comedic representation of reedies and our stereotypical lives, stoned. It was amazingly hilarious. I hear it was just as amazing sober. I'm sure any normal person would have no clue what the fuck was going on, but that is exactly how we like our inside jokes. Inside. I have to admit that I totally missed Angelique stripping as Lysisistrata. I was transfixed on the dancers around her and only remembered to focus back on her striptease at the end when all the clothes were already off. Oops. I guess there wasn't much for me there anyway.

Yesterday was also very eventful because I found the house that I'll be living in next year. Dave and I accidentally took a huge detour, but we finally got to the house and decided that we NEED to live there. It's a crazy cheap ($1000/month), 5-bedroom house (plus the basement where we could stuff at least one person) with a garage and yard and all the appliances. It's beautiful. I can't wait.

This evening we had a wonderful girls' night out- we went to a cute Japanese restaurant in Sellwood and had a great time. I loved smoking cloves, taking pictures, wearing sunglasses and listening to Nelly in the backseat. Now that's old school. After that, we headed to a classy dessert place on 34th and Division called Pix. I'm only saying exactly where it is so that I remember to make Alex take me back. I ordered a SHAZZAM, possibly the most delicious dessert there. The only way to tell, though, is to try them all. I'd be glad to be the one embarking on that endeavor. Uh huh. Since everyone loves pictures, here are some samples from the night:

At the Japanese place (Lisa, Jess, KC)

Car picture-taking (an essential to every drive out)

At Pix

420 at Reed

Basically, 4/20 at Reed is like every other day at Reed...the entire campus is high, EXCEPT people like me who don't usually wake and bake are getting up and smoking like the rest of the potheads. So I got up in time for smoking before psych lecture at 10:30, giving me a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Ok, twice. But that's another story. This was probably the earliest I've ever been stoned.

Today was also Nitrogen Day at Reed. An attempt to shift the focus away from doing drugs on such a holiday as today? No. An excuse to have a moonbounce in the quad and sell whip-its and t-shirts. So if you weren't already high, you could take in some lovely brain-deteriorating nitrous and get your high thanks to our trusty element nitrogen. Thank you nitrogen.

The most notable event of the day, according to me, myself and I, didn't even involve any drugs. The sheer reed-ness of it all puts a smile on my face. Commons attempted, once again, to create some kind of order in the cafeteria by posting "No shoes, no shirt, no service" signs around. Of course this would NOT be taken well at the haven for self-expression and freedom of choice that we call Reed. A student, dedicated to the cause, decided to take the signs literally...and wear only what was listed as required to buy his dinner. We all turned from the picnic table to see him strutting across the quad and inside commons in only a shirt and shoes. Let's just say I saw more of him than I ever wanted to see. Nevertheless, the spirit was encouraging- and I was once more reminded why I absolutely love Reed above all other schools. We are THAT awesome.

Happy 4/20


*In celebration of the holiday, I also downloaded Dazed and Confused today!!! So come over and watch it with me!!!

I look like a bum

sitting in my robe, devoid of any energy whatsoever. At least I can still type. I give myself some credit for that at least. Why am I getting sick right before finals just like last semester? This is not right. I should be working and studying efficiently, not staying in bed feeling sorry for myself as I'm drugged up on lots of meds. I wish I had a thermometer. But I'd rather sleep. Goodnight.

Mi horario

And...I've signed up for classes next year. So far, here is my schedule.

FALL 2006

ANTH 211 F02 Introduction to Anthropology Brightman 06:10pm-07:30pm M-W--
CHEM 101 F Molecular Structure&Properties O'Donnell 11:00am-11:50am M-W-F
CHEM 101 F02 Molecular Structure&Properties O'Donnell 02:10pm-03:00pm --W--
CHEM 101 FL6 Molecular Structure&Properties O'Donnell 02:10pm-05:00pm ----F
ENG 205 F02 Intro Fict: 19 Cent. Novel Harkin 03:10pm-04:30pm M-W--
PE 101 WTB Weight Training-Beginning (1st Quarter) Casey 05:01pm-05:15pm M----
PE 102 LBA Lower Body Abs (2nd Quarter) Casey 06:10pm-07:00pm M-W--
PSY 322 F Social Psychology Oleson 01:10pm-02:00pm M-W-F



SPRING 2007

CHEM 102 S Chemical Reactivity Glasfeld 11:00am-11:50am M-W-F
CHEM 102 S03 Chemical Reactivity Glasfeld 11:00am-11:50am ---R-
CHEM 102 SL3 Chemical Reactivity Glasfeld 01:10pm-04:00pm --W--
ENG 205 S Intro Fict: Postwar Novel Mirabile 02:40pm-04:00pm -T-R-
PSY 319 S Addictions Abrams 09:00am-10:20am -T-R-
PSY 373 S Learning Neuringer 12:00pm-12:50pm M-W-F 1.0
PSY 373 S Learning Neuringer - -----

Chemistry is going to kill me, English is going to be awesome, and Psychology will no doubt be intriguing. Lower body abs may be the hardest class I take though.

Spring?!?!

This is not what I was promised. We get rain and hail instead of sunny springtime. What?!?!

I want this



and NOT this



GIVE ME SUNSHINE!!!!

The days

are really counting down now. I have my last spanish test today, my last spanish conversation class today, my last lab this week. No one will take next week seriously as we all prepare for Renn Fayre. It can't be as amazing as I'm expecting it to be- it MUST be overrated. People talk about it like it changed their lives. How is that possible? I can't help getting more and more excited as it gets closer. I'm definitely doing acid with Alex while we run around dressed like lost boys.

It's hard to do work and be enthused about going to class when Renn Faye is so close. Not to mention that going to warm sunny Los Angeles is also pretty close. Alex comes in ten days. I can't even believe how soon that is. How did this year disappear? I'm going to be thesising before I can blink. Now that's intimidating.

I'm figuring out my schedule for next semester (registering for classes begins today) and I could conceivably have classes on only Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I think I'll try that and get an all-day Tuesday/Thursday job somewhere or volunteer or something. That could be amazing. Yes, I'll do it.

And he's back

Damn Straight.

Eventification

Walking by a group of boys soliciting their "hip-hop tracks", KC (and Ava?) and I were offered a Pabst for some lovin'. They liked our pink rainboots.

We ate fish-shaped cornbread-waffle sandwiches with soup at No-Fish Go-Fish. Strongly recommended for a good, cheap meal.

The bus driver shared with a talkative passenger that once he discovered drugs, there was no more need for alcohol. I concur.

Apparently I can look like a psycho when I dye my hair and make a creepy face in a picture. (See last blog)

It's both Ava's half-birthday and somewhat my 6-month anniversary with Alex. Kind of. I don't know when the official date would be, so we chose Ava's birthday to make it easily-rememberable. I couldn't get the letter that Alex sent me. It was a pretty shitty day for an anniversary. I couldn't talk to Alex when I needed to, he couldn't talk to me when he needed to, we both felt down in the dumps about each other. Except he doesn't realize that I feel exactly the same way. He's too busy wallowing in his own self-pity to realize that maybe I'm feeling neglected too. He needs to get his shit together because I'm starting my period soon and he needs to be strong when I'm bitchy and emotional.

Ava is leaving and I'm kinda sad because it's been really fun having her here for her spring break. From Fetish Ball to walking in the rain, it's been awesome. Maybe I'll post some pictures later.

Gollum

I'm trying not to accept the fact that I look exactly like this freaky Lord of the Rings creature in this picture...



Can YOU tell which is which?

My housing lottery number: 157

What that means: I'm living off campus next year.

Either in a 3-4 bedroom house that I find with Dave and some other people (still unknown) or with a bunch of other people including Dave in a 7-bedroom house. I've kinda got my hopes set on the second option right now. I never thought I'd have to be renting a house this early in my life. So far, I've learned that 1) rental agencies suck balls. 2) We'll be growing pot in the greenhouse on top of the 7-bedroom house. 3) I need a Vespa.

This is just a mini-blog-update so that I don't feel guilty for going almost a week without writing. But give me a break, I'm really really busy.

I'm having some prospies spend the night tomorrow, Sunday and Monday. Of course, Ava will still be here tomorrow so we'll see how that goes. So far, it's been really nice having her here. She even cleans sometimes.

Happy Passover to all my wonderful Jew friends. I feel like slaughtering a lamb. Yummm.

In the Summertime

ARTIST: Mungo Jerry
TITLE: In the Summertime
Lyrics and Chords

Chh chh-chh, uh, chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, chh chh-chh, uh...

In the summertime when the weather is high
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find

/ C - / / F / F C - / G / F C - /

If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal
If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel
Speed along the lane
Do a ton, or a ton and twenty-five
When the sun goes down, you can make it
Make it good in a lay-by

We're no threat, people, we're not dirty, we're not mean
We love everybody, but we do as we please
When the weather's fine
We go fishing or go swimming in the sea
We're always happy
Life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy

Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Da-da-da-da-da, yeah, we're hap-happy
Da-da-da-da-dah....

Chh chh-chh, uh, chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, chh chh-chh, uh...

When the winter's here, yeah it's party time
Bring a bottle
Wear your bright clothes, it'll soon be summertime
And we'll sing again
We'll go drivin' or maybe we'll settle down
If she's rich, if she's nice
Bring your friends and we'll all go into town


I love it.
This song makes me feel so happy when I feel like I have senioritis. Or mono. Or depression. Or all three...I think...

How could this song not cheer someone up? I mean, it's a bit chauvinistic, but hey...aren't we all?

My (other) love

Jon Stewart on Crossfire
Oh, memories...

Just re-watching this makes my heart grow fonder. Why can't everyone be as awesome as Jon Stewart?

A midnight ride to Starbucks

Ok, not midnight. But it feels so much more romantic that way. Anyway, it was still awesome. I don't usually get out at night during the week and I should probably do so more often. Because it doesn't get much better than being in a car with Lisa, Ray, KC and Jess, talking loudly and listening to music.

I can already see a summer of blackberry green tea frappuccinos ahead of me...mmm....

Quote of the night:
Ray- Let's pick up some chicks!!!
Lisa- Yeah, because that's exactly what four girls and a gay guy want, some pussy


PS- Right now we shall pretend it is 1:23 on 4/5/06

123456!!!!

My new favorite religions:

Invisible Pink Unicorn Religion

Flying Spaghetti Monster Religion

I also liked the "Church of Jesus Christ, Elvis" and the "Jedi census phenomenon"

However, Discordianism is actually interesting...a modern, chaos-based religion- or joke of a religion. Either way, it's pretty cool. Organized chaos. THAT'S appealing.

Discordianism


Two cheers for religion!!!

Still Hungover?!?!

Sitting in my robe, drinking an IZZE and eating leftover risotto- this is perfect. I finally get a moment to sit back and relax, to have some Aline time. And it's not even because I've gotten past a big lump of work or done anything else- I'm simply forcing myself to take a blog break. I haven't even read the postsecrets yet for this week. Damn this risotto is good. I think it's the half bottle of wine that did the trick. No, it's gotta be the secret ingredient that no one will ever guess. Mwahahaha.

Speaking of alcohol...I had my first hangover EVER this weekend and it was a bitch. I think I still feel a little sick. I guess I've always been a bit of a late bloomer. For the number of times that I've been drunk in my life, like COMPLETELY shitfaced, it's a wonder how I got this far without waking up and not wanting to move. Or wanting to puke for three days straight. And of course that had to happen when my grandma is here. But she had no idea. I'm just THAT smooth.

And I'm just looking at the pictures I took. I should not be allowed near a camera when I'm drunk. My pictures are so embarrassing. It's like I take the same bad picture 5 million times. Can an extreme love of making facebook albums be considered a fetish? Because...yeah...

So my grandma just left this morning after going to hum lecture. I could tell she had an awesome time- she never stopped smiling the entire time. I wish we could have done more when I was "sick", but at least she went out on her own and explored. I'm so glad she liked it here. She loved Portland and ALL my friends who were sooo wonderful to her. I heart my g-ma!!!



Abby was cool. She came to surprise Ray for his birthday and we all had a great time until I totally blacked out and woke up on Blake's floor. Anyway, she wasn't snobby at all like I semi-expected. I gave it a chance and she turned out pretty awesome. I think she's one of those people who looks like she's too pretty to be nice but then you actually talk to her and she's actually sweet.

OH GOD I have too much to do so I'll get back to this blogging business some other time. Peace and love.

OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG

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