Saturday, August 23, 2003
08:29 p.m.

Who am I to argue?

NABESHIN!!! ^__^ You are NABESHIN!! (no shit) You
like AFROS!!! You even HAVE ONE!!! YAY!!!
You're full of yourself and you're good at like
everything!! DUDE!! YOU ROCK!!! Oh yah, and you
have a cool sence of style too! ^_~ teehee!!!

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Saturday, August 16, 2003
07:35 p.m.

Well, I got my resignation letter in the mail today. The rest of the month should be Interesting. :P

Woke up with stiff neck, turning swiftly into sore neck and chronic headache, cursed chiropracter. He'll definitely hear about this one. My vertebrae never gave me any shit before I started seeing this guy.

Oh, Santa Barbara was cool; the only detail I consistently forget about that place is the rampant materialism. Looks are everything, the rest must be money. You know those size zero microshorts you see in the store, that make you think suddenly the fashion industry is targetting snakes? If you can't fit into those in Santa Barbara, you might as well be a panhandler, because you're already not worth looking at.

Luckily we found a neat store on State St. called Tienda Ho (apparently they have another location in Berkeley, yay!) which sells "eclectic" wear. It's difficult to describe; it's the stuff art students and "eccentric" rich old matrons wear, stuff people like to call "ethnic" because it's cut differently or summat. Basically the fashions they sell are inspired by just about every part of the globe targeted by colonialism right when Romanticism was peaking, if you can grasp it. All their mannequins were dressed vaguely like Bedouins, but with big chunky (ungodly expensive) necklaces with Chinese pendants.

And that was where I got the cute little fringed white vest-thing I'll be wearing tomorrow, probably over my purple batik. I've been needing a proper white summer shirt for sooo long now.... :P

Oh yes. And I have my own laptop now. >8D

Friday, July 25, 2003
10:22 p.m.

So, not only had Dad had us all hyped about camping for about the past six weeks, but it also came to light that he'd never bothered making reservations anywhere. After at least a week of harping on him to just pick up the phone, Mom and I took matters into our own hands today--only to find that every single campsite that was not an entire day away or blistering hot, was booked solid. Graawr.

Of course this left Dad out on a guilt trip where Mom and I could sit around thinking up alternatives. Like blowing down to Santa Barbara for the whole weekend, checking into a hotel with a pool, getting some nice window-shopping in, and generally enjoying ourselves in ways other than sitting around at Grandma's, listening to soda go flat. It would seem this idea appeals to Dad, as well (he was awfully keen on finding a campsite with showers). Now I just hope he can make *hotel* reservations in time.

Ohh, Santa Barbara in the summer. With a pool. With a paycheck. Without the ball & chain of extended family. How sweet it will be.