On my mind

I don't think I am interested in procreating. After reading Sarcastic Journalist's account of her entire pregnancy and now, new motherhood, I just can't.

I cannot wait to get out of this school. I am so sick of the classes with the boring instructors that just like to hear the sound of their own voice. They blab on and on about their kids and their college days while every single student (myself included) zones out in front of their laptops chatting, playing solitaire, blogging, watching MOVIES(!) and generallay not listening.

Seriously, though. Movies?? Why watch movies in class? I am blogging in class at this moment, but I can hear what the instructor is saying. I switch back and forth between my notes and my blog, and I absorb what I need to. The movie people have headphones on, and are in a completely different world. Why come to class at all?

Well dressed men in suits

Keith refuses to update his blog, so I am forced to narrate his life as well. He has a new job at a cool place in Anderson Valley (or is it Alexander Valley? I can never remember), and he is learning a lot more about wine. That is all great, except for the fact that he is far away, and I rely on him to crack my back and no one can do it like he does it and don't suggest Jess because she doesn't have what it takes.

He is all alone down there, and at least I have my friends to help me dance away my sorrows, so I should stop complaining, but that is what I do best.

The other day, one of Keith's coworkers called in sick. He said he couldn't come into work that day because several "well dressed men in suits" had "built a tree fort" on his property and were "watching" him with "night vision goggles". This alarmed the supervisor, who sent someone over to check on him. Apparently he had a high fever, and decided to mix himself a cocktail of medicines that caused him to hallucinate.

Last night Jess and I had an impromptu dance party with Ben and Kitri. By the end of the night, Ben was wearing one of my tank tops and a pair of running shorts, and I was sloshed, talking extensively about Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera. I even inexplicably bit a print of one of Rivera's paintings.

The Cool Neighbors moved out, having had enough of the Psychopathic Neighbor. They moved out yesterday, and some Fresh Meat came and looked at the place today. They were so taken with the place that they ended up signing the lease there and then. Little do they know what lurks in the apartment below them.

Also, there seems to be a rooster that has taken up residence on our street. You can hear him, but you can't see him. I have no idea where the crowing is coming from. Patrick, Mira, it looks like you guys got out just in time.

This was worth coming back for

Okay, I miss my blog. I miss you guys. I can't stay away. Now that my readership has been completely depleted, I'm back!


I had a dream last night that was sort of weird as my dreams go. I awoke at 2AM, wanting badly to write it down. I was so out of it that I couldn't figure out how. I crawled out of bed onto the floor and then crawled around the bed and got back in on the other side. Surprisingly enough, this did not accomplish my goal of writing down my dream. I kept thinking, "I MUST remember this dream at all costs" I kept repeating the events in my dream over and over in my head so that I would remember when I eventually found paper to write on.

I would have found paper if I had:
1) turned the light on
2) gone to my desk

But I did neither of those things. I crawled back out of bed and crushed my backpack with my body. Then, while still on top of the backpack, I proceeded to unzip every pocket, looking for, um, what was it again? Whatever it was, I didn't find it. I stood up, tripped over the backpack, got back in bed and promptly fell asleep.

Oh, the dream? I can't remember. Something about eating velcro.

On living in the real world

So both of you who still take the time to stop by here must wonder why I no longer blog like I used to.

Well. I did start school again and thought it would be a good idea to take 21 credits this term. I am in class right now, actually.

I am also enjoying living in the non internet world. I was spending entirely too much time checking blogs and surfing the net. It got to be too much, and I am still enjoying my break.

That does not mean I want to completely abandon this here blog just yet. I will be posting when I have something to say. Lately my mind just draws a blank and nothing seems fit to publish. Like right now. I can't think of how to finish this post. The end.

Kate Crosses Country

Kate Crosses Country
Originally uploaded by DogMilque.

Notice the bare concrete road under my back.

Um.

I just don't know what to say...
Originally uploaded by DogMilque.

This pretty much sums up my Tahoe experience.

Oh HI there!

You know when you go on vacation and you tell everyone that you are going to go on vacation and then you actually go and then they call you and wonder where the hell you are and why you aren't answering your home phone number from a cabin in Tahoe and decide to leave a couple more messages on your home phone before proceeding to call all of your close relatives? That happened to a friend once.



Tahoe! It was all the fun a girl could want rolled up in a buttermilk pancake.

There was a little of this



And a whole lot of this









There were 4 couples stuffed into a fairly small house, but somehow we made it work. There was a lot of drinking and dancing and eating and drinking.

It was nice to see Keith after a month of not seeing one another, but it was hard to say goodbye again. It would be unbearable if we didn't have the rest of our lives to look forward to. I am so excited about what the future holds for the two of us. If I had to come up with an image in my mind of what I imagine our lives together to be, it looks something like this