so that's this band called say anything and the song's called belt. i've had this album for a while but only just wanted to listen to it obsessively. this song, in particular, makes me want to punch strangers in the face. i'm not going to do it, but it raises that emotion from within me.
yesterday was christmas. my brother called me later in the afternoon, but post that i didn't hear from a single member of my family and it makes me wonder if they give a flying fuck about me. this is no devon pity party, its just a fact that i have no family, and no matter how much energy that i vest in trying to get them to love me, i'll never be a skinny blond haired blue eyed beauty queen that only speaks when spoken too and marries the richest guy in the room. currently, i'm suffering flack for not protesting greater when my millionaire ex and i decided to split. they don't seem to understand a million dollars is not what it used to be.
i made the best vegetarian lasagna of my fucking life yesterday. aarthi and hal had some, so hopefully they can attest to this.
i want to let you all know that i do not appreciate being made fun of for the way i eat my pancakes. don't judge me, i didn't grow up with frequent pancakes and i eat them my own way.
i have a funny bad date story. like quite possibly the funniest ever? but i can't post it because i think it's too mortifying for those involved. perhaps this will be a drunken hot tub story for you guys.
&& being at work is so fucking boring right now.
*devon*
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
when she's breaking his heart, she still fucks like a tease
so that's stars, and every time i hear that line i burst into giggles. don't ask me why, not because of something personal, but because i have no idea why it makes me so chipper. yeah stars.
so please let it officially be known that i talk so much about inappropriate friend number one, sweet d, and j, to the degree that it annoys my friends and family. it's already come to this point. they say, who are these people you're talking about on your blog, or who are those two strange guys in that photo... they ask and they shall receive. you're the most awesome quartet of awesomeness a girl could hope for.
so i've been sleeping in my new apartment for an official seven nights (that's one whole week) now, and i've seen three strange men. i've seen my female roommate once, my male roommate once, and three strange men who don't really talk to me. they also leave the toilet seat up, which is fine with me mostly. like i believe in reciprocity and if a guy has to lift it up it's only fair for a lady to have to put it back down, but when a strange man enters your apartment to brush his teeth, and leave the toilet seat up, then bail all while you're standing in the kitchen rocking out and staring at him, wondering who he is and if you should say hello, i think that strange man should put the toilet seat back down. are you with me on this or against me?
i'm also wondering if i should buy a lock for my door. it turns out that my roommates used to throw mad parties, there are fliers and pictures on the fridge. i want to part of this.
also. i can't get my router to work. which means i have to buy a new one. which is bullshit. total bullshit.
i'm in the process of making a delicious homemade lasagna for aarthi, hal, and sahrye. i hope they're all still planning on coming over for dinner. it's christmas and all.
i'm secretly very afraid of identical twins.
*devon*
so please let it officially be known that i talk so much about inappropriate friend number one, sweet d, and j, to the degree that it annoys my friends and family. it's already come to this point. they say, who are these people you're talking about on your blog, or who are those two strange guys in that photo... they ask and they shall receive. you're the most awesome quartet of awesomeness a girl could hope for.
so i've been sleeping in my new apartment for an official seven nights (that's one whole week) now, and i've seen three strange men. i've seen my female roommate once, my male roommate once, and three strange men who don't really talk to me. they also leave the toilet seat up, which is fine with me mostly. like i believe in reciprocity and if a guy has to lift it up it's only fair for a lady to have to put it back down, but when a strange man enters your apartment to brush his teeth, and leave the toilet seat up, then bail all while you're standing in the kitchen rocking out and staring at him, wondering who he is and if you should say hello, i think that strange man should put the toilet seat back down. are you with me on this or against me?
i'm also wondering if i should buy a lock for my door. it turns out that my roommates used to throw mad parties, there are fliers and pictures on the fridge. i want to part of this.
also. i can't get my router to work. which means i have to buy a new one. which is bullshit. total bullshit.
i'm in the process of making a delicious homemade lasagna for aarthi, hal, and sahrye. i hope they're all still planning on coming over for dinner. it's christmas and all.
i'm secretly very afraid of identical twins.
*devon*
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I wanted to walk through the empty streets, And feel something constant under my feet
yay. postal service. but unless youre jason you probably already knew that.
listen. this city is totally fucked right now. its quiet and still, it was last night too. it's alarming me. i wish someone measured how empty this city got when people left for xmas holidays, because its like everyone just died off. and i'm lonely
so i love my new apartment. since i've moved into it (and i've only spent five nights here) i've walked somewhere every night. and last night, i missed the j church and i walked up one more block and i could take any train i wanted. and after the most boring date of my life, i was so happy i didn't have to sit and wait for the train with him for too long, because i could take any train back home i wanted. even the bums seems to have emptied out of this city. *perplexed*
a) movies are stupid ideas for first dates, but can i get a "tequila bless the coen brothers?" dude. those guys are continually amazing. i think that no one thought it was going to get better than fargo or the big lebowski, but i saw no country for old men last night, and it tickled me to the core. i wish i would have been to see it with someone that appreciated cinema a little bit better, or who had even heard of the coen brothers but still, a good watch. the only thing i have to say is west texas gives texas a bad name. i mean, people are really that simple and dull and everyone has guns and pickups, yes, but in east texas there are more tall buildings and it is greener.
b) we went to have a beer afterward, i think in hopes that conversation would ensue (which it did but the conversation was pretty depressing) and at the bar he ordered some bread and ketchup. he said he was really hungry and the bread wasn't good enough on its own. bread and ketchup. i mean, i enjoy quirky as much as the next super nerdy female programmer, but are you kidding me?!?
c) he's afraid to use osx because it seems too challenging. its like the most intuitive os in the world. whatev. he asked if i had ever used dos, and alerted me that there were special commands that you could use to find out about your computer. like he was giving me some kind of lesson. this made me laugh, i don't think he understood why.
d) i couldn't find nothing to say, so i kept talking about java, which i knew he didn't get but i kept going on about anyway because the alternative was so much more dull.
i dont even know why i agreed. we dont have any similar interests. i make bad decisions. anyway, i think you guys like to know more about my terrible dates than my fabulous ones, so that's all i have today.
*devon*
listen. this city is totally fucked right now. its quiet and still, it was last night too. it's alarming me. i wish someone measured how empty this city got when people left for xmas holidays, because its like everyone just died off. and i'm lonely
so i love my new apartment. since i've moved into it (and i've only spent five nights here) i've walked somewhere every night. and last night, i missed the j church and i walked up one more block and i could take any train i wanted. and after the most boring date of my life, i was so happy i didn't have to sit and wait for the train with him for too long, because i could take any train back home i wanted. even the bums seems to have emptied out of this city. *perplexed*
a) movies are stupid ideas for first dates, but can i get a "tequila bless the coen brothers?" dude. those guys are continually amazing. i think that no one thought it was going to get better than fargo or the big lebowski, but i saw no country for old men last night, and it tickled me to the core. i wish i would have been to see it with someone that appreciated cinema a little bit better, or who had even heard of the coen brothers but still, a good watch. the only thing i have to say is west texas gives texas a bad name. i mean, people are really that simple and dull and everyone has guns and pickups, yes, but in east texas there are more tall buildings and it is greener.
b) we went to have a beer afterward, i think in hopes that conversation would ensue (which it did but the conversation was pretty depressing) and at the bar he ordered some bread and ketchup. he said he was really hungry and the bread wasn't good enough on its own. bread and ketchup. i mean, i enjoy quirky as much as the next super nerdy female programmer, but are you kidding me?!?
c) he's afraid to use osx because it seems too challenging. its like the most intuitive os in the world. whatev. he asked if i had ever used dos, and alerted me that there were special commands that you could use to find out about your computer. like he was giving me some kind of lesson. this made me laugh, i don't think he understood why.
d) i couldn't find nothing to say, so i kept talking about java, which i knew he didn't get but i kept going on about anyway because the alternative was so much more dull.
i dont even know why i agreed. we dont have any similar interests. i make bad decisions. anyway, i think you guys like to know more about my terrible dates than my fabulous ones, so that's all i have today.
*devon*
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Who am I supposed to be? I can't be sure that the next one will see me
the doves, sky starts falling. i love all this brit invasion stuff, its so good, but now i can't listen to it without thinking about my very brief fling with a lame brit guy.
fucking brit guys.
i think the men in san francisco play the role of the "bitch" like so much dramatic ups and downs and "how do i ask this girl out" or "why won't she return my calls" or "i was so endeared yesterday now i'm just annoyed." seriously. dramatic. anyway, i have a date as MOMA tomorrow! i'm seriously stoked, i've wanted to have a date at a museum since i was a tiny child. && MOMA is badass and I haven't been in a year. stoked.
also, though. totally bored. where are my roomates? and all my friends are like, somewhere else. i just want to play but this is boring. i should go shopping.
last night was boring. i dig helping zeb find a gift for his wife, but inappropriate friend number one was a brat about us running late. and then carlo was super late. OH! carlo is awesome. but he should know i can't drink shots of whisky. and i think we scared sweet d with our stories of our pasts. it turns out carlo and i have a lot more in common than i had previously thought.
i wish something funny would happen so i could blog about it. maybe inappropriate friend number one will come back and yell at a group of asian tourists to find out if they know where the closest karaoke can be found. maybe he will....
*devon*
fucking brit guys.
i think the men in san francisco play the role of the "bitch" like so much dramatic ups and downs and "how do i ask this girl out" or "why won't she return my calls" or "i was so endeared yesterday now i'm just annoyed." seriously. dramatic. anyway, i have a date as MOMA tomorrow! i'm seriously stoked, i've wanted to have a date at a museum since i was a tiny child. && MOMA is badass and I haven't been in a year. stoked.
also, though. totally bored. where are my roomates? and all my friends are like, somewhere else. i just want to play but this is boring. i should go shopping.
last night was boring. i dig helping zeb find a gift for his wife, but inappropriate friend number one was a brat about us running late. and then carlo was super late. OH! carlo is awesome. but he should know i can't drink shots of whisky. and i think we scared sweet d with our stories of our pasts. it turns out carlo and i have a lot more in common than i had previously thought.
i wish something funny would happen so i could blog about it. maybe inappropriate friend number one will come back and yell at a group of asian tourists to find out if they know where the closest karaoke can be found. maybe he will....
*devon*
Friday, December 21, 2007
An accidental charm. A graceful drinking arm. Disarming.
JAWBREAKER. *hearts and affection from devon*
so. i had fully intended on coming home and blogging all about my evening fun times, because drunken blogs are like, the fucking greatest. but instead i came home and somehow ended up in a lengthy debate with benjy about the merits of java and it's comparison to perl. ( i feel confident that benjy will never read this blog, so i've decided it's okay to use his name ) perl's great and all, but seriously, without getting nerdy on my blog, it can't compare to seven or eight languages working together. the world can't exist on perl and javascript. i don't think my argument was well constructed last night though, so benjy thought he had the upper hand because he was warmed up, fore he had been arguing about it all night ( and he likely thinks he has the better argument ) but the truth is, i was pretty wasted, like on the verge of blackout wasted, and i'm pretty sure i don't know much of what i said at all. i'm also confident that he knows more about perl than i know about java. i fell asleep about forty five minutes into it on top of my laptop, he kept going though. ah drunken middle of the night debates about the merits of software languages with the guy that decided he doesn't even like you enough to hang out, doesn't everyone have that? i don't know whats up with that guy, but i'm pretty sure i have enough "friends" with whom i've mutually agreed with that i shouldn't "fuck" so is it worth the effort? i dunno.
i have the i-still-have-a-bit-of-booze-running-though-my-veins shakes. they make it hard to type.
so can we all fucking agree that jason is awesome?!? i mean, his empathy for my constant plight is really impressive. he's really the little brother i always wanted. always. and i'm so glad he's not dead from falling off his motorcycle. i also liked that he called the motorist that fucked with him a "cunt." it cracks me up when people call other people cunts. plus he's my only friend that can keep up with me boozing style. && he brings beers into bars from home and drinks them.
(i just got my bonus. its half the size it was on paper. wtf is up with that? it can't all be taxes. i shouldn't complain though. free money i don't deserve and all)
last night m, j, jben, and jben's mysteriously hot female programmer friend from microsoft went barhopping in mission and sushiing and craping. number a) sweet d, if you're even still alive. you totally missed out. i wanted to bring you a crape to go in my purse but inappropriate friend number one wouldn't let me. *fabulous* b) inappropriate friend number one got wasted when he stole the beer from jason. he fell down and after i dared jason to steal 17 lemons from the bar, inappropriate friend number one must have become intrigued with the bright colors of the fruit because he joined us. i feel the bar back pitied him because he let inappropriate friend number one have his last orange. i peeled m's orange for him like a good friend who he has an inappropriate relationship with and he used my hands like a plate without thanking me. inappropriate friend number one and that orange were very entertaining to me last night. && c) the bar was playing phoenix and the arctic monkeys and i danced. that was awesome. lets go there again.
also. jben has definitely found himself a little softspot in the world that is devon. i'm growing fond of him because he gives me a hug when something great happens to me.
i had a guy spend the night. first guy in my new bed. no sex though. i'm not sure it's even blog worthy.
oh so, jason said i couldn't bring a guy with me to tahoe. he said "that's like bringing sand to the beach." but i'm really worried i'm not going to have anyone to make out with come the strike of midnight. blah. c'est la vie.
*devon*
so. i had fully intended on coming home and blogging all about my evening fun times, because drunken blogs are like, the fucking greatest. but instead i came home and somehow ended up in a lengthy debate with benjy about the merits of java and it's comparison to perl. ( i feel confident that benjy will never read this blog, so i've decided it's okay to use his name ) perl's great and all, but seriously, without getting nerdy on my blog, it can't compare to seven or eight languages working together. the world can't exist on perl and javascript. i don't think my argument was well constructed last night though, so benjy thought he had the upper hand because he was warmed up, fore he had been arguing about it all night ( and he likely thinks he has the better argument ) but the truth is, i was pretty wasted, like on the verge of blackout wasted, and i'm pretty sure i don't know much of what i said at all. i'm also confident that he knows more about perl than i know about java. i fell asleep about forty five minutes into it on top of my laptop, he kept going though. ah drunken middle of the night debates about the merits of software languages with the guy that decided he doesn't even like you enough to hang out, doesn't everyone have that? i don't know whats up with that guy, but i'm pretty sure i have enough "friends" with whom i've mutually agreed with that i shouldn't "fuck" so is it worth the effort? i dunno.
i have the i-still-have-a-bit-of-booze-running-though-my-veins shakes. they make it hard to type.
so can we all fucking agree that jason is awesome?!? i mean, his empathy for my constant plight is really impressive. he's really the little brother i always wanted. always. and i'm so glad he's not dead from falling off his motorcycle. i also liked that he called the motorist that fucked with him a "cunt." it cracks me up when people call other people cunts. plus he's my only friend that can keep up with me boozing style. && he brings beers into bars from home and drinks them.
(i just got my bonus. its half the size it was on paper. wtf is up with that? it can't all be taxes. i shouldn't complain though. free money i don't deserve and all)
last night m, j, jben, and jben's mysteriously hot female programmer friend from microsoft went barhopping in mission and sushiing and craping. number a) sweet d, if you're even still alive. you totally missed out. i wanted to bring you a crape to go in my purse but inappropriate friend number one wouldn't let me. *fabulous* b) inappropriate friend number one got wasted when he stole the beer from jason. he fell down and after i dared jason to steal 17 lemons from the bar, inappropriate friend number one must have become intrigued with the bright colors of the fruit because he joined us. i feel the bar back pitied him because he let inappropriate friend number one have his last orange. i peeled m's orange for him like a good friend who he has an inappropriate relationship with and he used my hands like a plate without thanking me. inappropriate friend number one and that orange were very entertaining to me last night. && c) the bar was playing phoenix and the arctic monkeys and i danced. that was awesome. lets go there again.
also. jben has definitely found himself a little softspot in the world that is devon. i'm growing fond of him because he gives me a hug when something great happens to me.
i had a guy spend the night. first guy in my new bed. no sex though. i'm not sure it's even blog worthy.
oh so, jason said i couldn't bring a guy with me to tahoe. he said "that's like bringing sand to the beach." but i'm really worried i'm not going to have anyone to make out with come the strike of midnight. blah. c'est la vie.
*devon*
Thursday, December 20, 2007
cause i just wanna be something more than i'm not, in your eyes
dude. quite possibly the best song ever written in the history of the universe, gloria, but mineral. best breakdowns to ever be recorded in music. hands down.
so friends. i'm about to make a really stupid decision, i mean. the decisions been made but i'm about to have to suffer the consequences. ask me about it if you dare.
jason. marina is stupid. please don't hang there.
michael. you might have drumped me, but i likely drumped back. i'm talking about the random strangers. i'm not used to that kind of action.
so i don't know if i'll have anyone over or not, tomorrow. it would be cool but none of my shit's unpacked because i've been spending my night doing other stupid shit that matters less, like figuring out how to put together ikea furniture.
i had a date tonight, but while i was waiting to meet the guy he sent me this text message:
"i am bailing i am really really sorry i had a vision and it changed my path seriously i apologize. my dream last night manifested itself in book form and illness can explain later"
yeah. what?
*devon*
so friends. i'm about to make a really stupid decision, i mean. the decisions been made but i'm about to have to suffer the consequences. ask me about it if you dare.
jason. marina is stupid. please don't hang there.
michael. you might have drumped me, but i likely drumped back. i'm talking about the random strangers. i'm not used to that kind of action.
so i don't know if i'll have anyone over or not, tomorrow. it would be cool but none of my shit's unpacked because i've been spending my night doing other stupid shit that matters less, like figuring out how to put together ikea furniture.
i had a date tonight, but while i was waiting to meet the guy he sent me this text message:
"i am bailing i am really really sorry i had a vision and it changed my path seriously i apologize. my dream last night manifested itself in book form and illness can explain later"
yeah. what?
*devon*
Monday, December 17, 2007
The satellites connecting us, protecting us, Our makers are neglecting us
that's this band called The Rakes, and the song is called Binary Love. please listen to it, because chances are if you're reading this you're a software programmer. and love songs with computer metaphors are good for you.
first, i'm sorry for two boring, unsatisfying blogs this weekend. I hope this never happens. And despite the fact that I should totally be studying for my final final right now, I'm blogging to you, my favorite people in the world (if you're even reading this, you're on that list) we partied hard this friday, company christmas style. which is badass. we did naughty things in the van that should go unspoken and then we danced our asses off for a cover charge. i believe i was dry humped a few times in appreciation of my awesome dancing. not my typical idea of fun, but because you guys make me so happy, i dealt and hearted it. hangover parking sucks though. i painted my new apartment the most beautiful color of blue and not one person has been over to see it yet. that's cool though. (not really)
i'm sore. underslept. and slightly dehydrated.
I got a bonus today! and Aaron said, "Good Job" which is fabulous. I told him i was going to buy a scooter with my bonus and he told me i can't drive drunk. "I'm serious devon, not one single drink before you hop on your scooter. not one. i'm serious about this." i mean, you make one upload to motionbased where you end the drunken activity walking with a drive back to your house and you suffer flack about it for the rest of your life, you know? then he told me i should buy a bike instead. we'll see.
also i'd like to let everyone know that it's okay to call a wad of cash a wad instead of a whack. that was stupid. in fact, if you call it a whack consider it a personal stab at my self esteem and i will justly punch you in the kidney. dating is miserable.
and i can't blog from my new house 'cause they don't have internet and i couldn't get an appointment until saturday. seriously. how do people live with out the internet. that's fucking nuts. i can't fall asleep to alluc episodes of the office now. damn it.
anyway. lets have drinks at my place on thursday. who's in?
*devon*
first, i'm sorry for two boring, unsatisfying blogs this weekend. I hope this never happens. And despite the fact that I should totally be studying for my final final right now, I'm blogging to you, my favorite people in the world (if you're even reading this, you're on that list) we partied hard this friday, company christmas style. which is badass. we did naughty things in the van that should go unspoken and then we danced our asses off for a cover charge. i believe i was dry humped a few times in appreciation of my awesome dancing. not my typical idea of fun, but because you guys make me so happy, i dealt and hearted it. hangover parking sucks though. i painted my new apartment the most beautiful color of blue and not one person has been over to see it yet. that's cool though. (not really)
i'm sore. underslept. and slightly dehydrated.
I got a bonus today! and Aaron said, "Good Job" which is fabulous. I told him i was going to buy a scooter with my bonus and he told me i can't drive drunk. "I'm serious devon, not one single drink before you hop on your scooter. not one. i'm serious about this." i mean, you make one upload to motionbased where you end the drunken activity walking with a drive back to your house and you suffer flack about it for the rest of your life, you know? then he told me i should buy a bike instead. we'll see.
also i'd like to let everyone know that it's okay to call a wad of cash a wad instead of a whack. that was stupid. in fact, if you call it a whack consider it a personal stab at my self esteem and i will justly punch you in the kidney. dating is miserable.
and i can't blog from my new house 'cause they don't have internet and i couldn't get an appointment until saturday. seriously. how do people live with out the internet. that's fucking nuts. i can't fall asleep to alluc episodes of the office now. damn it.
anyway. lets have drinks at my place on thursday. who's in?
*devon*
Sunday, December 16, 2007
movin' to the city now
so, in lieu of saying something about blah blah blah, i'm leaving you with a song i heard for the first time in years today. i relate. so much.
*small town girl, moving to the city now.
wants to know what life's about
left her boyfriend and her problems
pissed to know but had her doubts
mother told her find her own way
found a job that pays the rent
she's finally living for the first time
loves to go to shows and write
yeah she's living in the mission now
likes to ride the bart at night
yeah she's living in the mission now
starting to enjoy her life.
small town girl is settled in the city now
even got a punk rock boy she likes
now the old is just a memory
saving up to buy a bike
yeah she's living in the mission now
likes to ride the bart at night
yeah she's living in the mission now
starting to enjoy her life.
that's this band i liked when i was thirteen or something. i had no idea that thirteen years later i would hear it and it would describe me. anyway. that's weird.
*devon*
*small town girl, moving to the city now.
wants to know what life's about
left her boyfriend and her problems
pissed to know but had her doubts
mother told her find her own way
found a job that pays the rent
she's finally living for the first time
loves to go to shows and write
yeah she's living in the mission now
likes to ride the bart at night
yeah she's living in the mission now
starting to enjoy her life.
small town girl is settled in the city now
even got a punk rock boy she likes
now the old is just a memory
saving up to buy a bike
yeah she's living in the mission now
likes to ride the bart at night
yeah she's living in the mission now
starting to enjoy her life.
that's this band i liked when i was thirteen or something. i had no idea that thirteen years later i would hear it and it would describe me. anyway. that's weird.
*devon*
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
ive felt things you'll never know, recover your losses and let go.
oh gosh. that's seaweed. just thinking about those lyrics makes me pretty melancholy. anyway, love this band.
so today is company christmas party friday, and guess who's not prepared. i'm supposed to be on the bus to go in like three minutes in order to get to work at the appropriate time. so i guess i'm not going to get to work at the appropriate time. Also, i'm moving this weekend and i haven't packed much of anything yet. i suspect tomorrow will be a very productive day.
last night i went to the absynth party to meet my guy crew + josh. it was a total yelp sausage fest && the place smelled as if jagermeister had thrown up on everyone. turns out it gets you drunk enough to dry hump your friend devon though. so we bar hopped and the treo of bois was in full force, like a ten foot lady rejection radius all around us. also michael almost got his ass kicked. michael, i lost you at casanova's and i'm a bit worried about you. i hope you're not bloody in some bathroom.
last night, on my walk, i prayed to tequila and jesus to give me the wisdom to figure out what i should do so that i wasn't bored during said walk. they instructed me to drunk dial the people in my brand new phone. so i called this guy i'm *crushin* on, plus several others. not one person answered. i'm pretty sad about that.
jason and diana,
thanks for starting such an interesting conversation about what a bundle of money found on the ground would be called. benjy had this to say of the situation:
uh, whack not wack, and I'd suggest "defense by definition:"
whack |(h)wak| informal
verb [ trans. ]
strike forcefully with a sharp blow : his attacker whacked him on the
head | [ intrans. ] she found a stick to whack at the branches.
• murder : he was whacked while sitting in his car.
noun
1 a sharp or resounding blow.
2 a try or attempt : we decided to take a whack at spotting the decade's trends.
3 Brit. a specified share of or contribution to something : motorists
pay a fair whack for the use of the roads through taxes.
so as you can see, i was spelling it wrong. perhaps this is what caused your confusion, jason. && how did you know that benjy was from so cal?
*devon*
so today is company christmas party friday, and guess who's not prepared. i'm supposed to be on the bus to go in like three minutes in order to get to work at the appropriate time. so i guess i'm not going to get to work at the appropriate time. Also, i'm moving this weekend and i haven't packed much of anything yet. i suspect tomorrow will be a very productive day.
last night i went to the absynth party to meet my guy crew + josh. it was a total yelp sausage fest && the place smelled as if jagermeister had thrown up on everyone. turns out it gets you drunk enough to dry hump your friend devon though. so we bar hopped and the treo of bois was in full force, like a ten foot lady rejection radius all around us. also michael almost got his ass kicked. michael, i lost you at casanova's and i'm a bit worried about you. i hope you're not bloody in some bathroom.
last night, on my walk, i prayed to tequila and jesus to give me the wisdom to figure out what i should do so that i wasn't bored during said walk. they instructed me to drunk dial the people in my brand new phone. so i called this guy i'm *crushin* on, plus several others. not one person answered. i'm pretty sad about that.
jason and diana,
thanks for starting such an interesting conversation about what a bundle of money found on the ground would be called. benjy had this to say of the situation:
uh, whack not wack, and I'd suggest "defense by definition:"
whack |(h)wak| informal
verb [ trans. ]
strike forcefully with a sharp blow : his attacker whacked him on the
head | [ intrans. ] she found a stick to whack at the branches.
• murder : he was whacked while sitting in his car.
noun
1 a sharp or resounding blow.
2 a try or attempt : we decided to take a whack at spotting the decade's trends.
3 Brit. a specified share of or contribution to something : motorists
pay a fair whack for the use of the roads through taxes.
so as you can see, i was spelling it wrong. perhaps this is what caused your confusion, jason. && how did you know that benjy was from so cal?
*devon*
Thursday, December 13, 2007
i was late again this morning, laying in the bed i made
so thats samiam, badday. i love that album and the bay area is awesome. i think i saw their lead singer at a burrito joint a few months back. i happened to be wearing a samiam shirt, and he noticed and said "nice shirt."
yep, so if you know me i've probably bragged to you about how i found a wack (b says i have to call it wack instead of wad) of cash on my walk to the mission. fucking awesome! it's jesus telling me i'm on the right path in life. my plan was to use this wack of cash to get b drunk so that i could get in his pants. two and a half drinks later, we're both seeing triple and he decides to call it a night. so by midnight i was already finished with make out sessions and in a cab. what was in those magical drinks? i dunno. i'm still a little drunk. and i have to go to work. tequila made me send out all those naughty text messages. if you have any problems with the way i act just consult jesus or tequila. they keep track of my personal affairs.
i wish i could spend all of today spooning in a bed somewhere....
*devon*
yep, so if you know me i've probably bragged to you about how i found a wack (b says i have to call it wack instead of wad) of cash on my walk to the mission. fucking awesome! it's jesus telling me i'm on the right path in life. my plan was to use this wack of cash to get b drunk so that i could get in his pants. two and a half drinks later, we're both seeing triple and he decides to call it a night. so by midnight i was already finished with make out sessions and in a cab. what was in those magical drinks? i dunno. i'm still a little drunk. and i have to go to work. tequila made me send out all those naughty text messages. if you have any problems with the way i act just consult jesus or tequila. they keep track of my personal affairs.
i wish i could spend all of today spooning in a bed somewhere....
*devon*
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I look through the bottle, such a golden sweet view
that's this bloke called ken hyland i recently discovered i love. that song is much more naughty, but it's how i feel. sucker
so bed bath and beyond sucks. i hate that place. how did i work there? seriously. the worst part is that i'll go there for the rest of my life and probably have to see people i used to work with and say "yeah i make three times your salary now. i'm sorry" but do it with out sounding like i escaped a hell that they never will. like make it seem hopeful for them.
then end.
*devon*
so bed bath and beyond sucks. i hate that place. how did i work there? seriously. the worst part is that i'll go there for the rest of my life and probably have to see people i used to work with and say "yeah i make three times your salary now. i'm sorry" but do it with out sounding like i escaped a hell that they never will. like make it seem hopeful for them.
then end.
*devon*
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Keep telling yourself, baby, it's not living a lie if you're not living at all
that's an aqueduct song that played on my pandora station twice today. its telling me something. it's telling me, "good job devon, you're a badass!"
so michael said i had to change my font, and he's a ui developer so he knows what he's talking about, so faithful readers (diana) that's why things are different today. but i change a lot, i'm a lady in motion.
things were all stressful for me, like the moving and arranging of shit, and having to fire the maid, and having to go to all these classes, and it all worked out. as promised. moving's going to be awesome! (to the core)
i tried a grapefruit today for the first time in > fifteen years. guess what? it didn't suck. it in fact wasn't bad at all. i declined seconds because i felt like there had to be a reason why i've avoided it all these years. what was that fucking reason?
tonight was my last algorithms and data structures lecture. it was boring, we talked about an algorithm to create a dynamic arrayList. great. like i even care. my final project sucks too. what an easy class (now watch me fail the final.) anyway, all in all, another depressing semester full of a's. i guess you should tell me you're proud of me or something.
i was driving behind this school bus this morning and it suddenly occurred to me that i'm a grown up. like when i rode the school bus and adults would tell me about when they had ridden the school bus, i thought they were nuts and i was infinite and i was the first one ever to experience all the experiences i was experiencing. and then today it hit me. i was stupid then. and i had to grow up. and i'm going to tell some kid about what it was like to ride the school bus when i was their age.
(btw, that's something they should have improved in twenty years)
*devon*
so michael said i had to change my font, and he's a ui developer so he knows what he's talking about, so faithful readers (diana) that's why things are different today. but i change a lot, i'm a lady in motion.
things were all stressful for me, like the moving and arranging of shit, and having to fire the maid, and having to go to all these classes, and it all worked out. as promised. moving's going to be awesome! (to the core)
i tried a grapefruit today for the first time in > fifteen years. guess what? it didn't suck. it in fact wasn't bad at all. i declined seconds because i felt like there had to be a reason why i've avoided it all these years. what was that fucking reason?
tonight was my last algorithms and data structures lecture. it was boring, we talked about an algorithm to create a dynamic arrayList. great. like i even care. my final project sucks too. what an easy class (now watch me fail the final.) anyway, all in all, another depressing semester full of a's. i guess you should tell me you're proud of me or something.
i was driving behind this school bus this morning and it suddenly occurred to me that i'm a grown up. like when i rode the school bus and adults would tell me about when they had ridden the school bus, i thought they were nuts and i was infinite and i was the first one ever to experience all the experiences i was experiencing. and then today it hit me. i was stupid then. and i had to grow up. and i'm going to tell some kid about what it was like to ride the school bus when i was their age.
(btw, that's something they should have improved in twenty years)
*devon*
Monday, December 10, 2007
So come back down from your daydream high
that's the nine black alps "unsatisfied." i've had that tune stuck in my head all day. and it started off as a magical day. i was the first car in line on vincente at 19th ave this morning, and the sky was clear and i could see the pacific ocean, what seemed like only a few blocks away. i've never noticed it before. and as close as i live to the coast, i never venture out that way. i should spend a day at ocean beach and the zoo. or hiking lands end or something.
and then, i was driving through golden gate park, and i suppose because i awoke and left exceptionally early this morning, the sun was shining through the branches of all the trees and i said, this is pretty magical. i almost stopped to take pictures but i'm a bad enough driver as it is.
THEN i saw golden gate bridge right as i was about to enter it, and it was so clear and blue in the background, i actually said outloud "fucking amazing." that's how struck i was with its beauty. so this morning i fell back in love with san francisco. it gives me butterflies and rarely lets me down, and constantly leaves me guessing. there are so many wonderful things it does for me on a daily basis, flowers and sunsets and great weather.
and when i have a sorta' bad day, like today, when continuum kept breaking (i refuse to blog about technology) and no one would play with me even though our boss was gone, i started driving over the golden gate again whilst the sun was setting, all purples and reds on the horizon, and the water was glistening and the skyline was sparkling, san francisco made me feel all better again. i love my life.
*devon*
and then, i was driving through golden gate park, and i suppose because i awoke and left exceptionally early this morning, the sun was shining through the branches of all the trees and i said, this is pretty magical. i almost stopped to take pictures but i'm a bad enough driver as it is.
THEN i saw golden gate bridge right as i was about to enter it, and it was so clear and blue in the background, i actually said outloud "fucking amazing." that's how struck i was with its beauty. so this morning i fell back in love with san francisco. it gives me butterflies and rarely lets me down, and constantly leaves me guessing. there are so many wonderful things it does for me on a daily basis, flowers and sunsets and great weather.
and when i have a sorta' bad day, like today, when continuum kept breaking (i refuse to blog about technology) and no one would play with me even though our boss was gone, i started driving over the golden gate again whilst the sun was setting, all purples and reds on the horizon, and the water was glistening and the skyline was sparkling, san francisco made me feel all better again. i love my life.
*devon*
Turns around in front of the mirror, And disappears inside of her head...
thats she wants revenge, "she will always be a broken girl" i don't think i'm broken anymore, though it still rings some bells for me.
so the last three months of my life have been completely awesome. breaking up with "that guy" and starting at garmin were like the two best decisions of my life. he and i talk and laugh and are friends again, which we haven't been in > a year. and suddenly i'm going out with my own friends and having fun without demons haunting me of what repercussions will follow. i'm truly happy, and it feels amazing, like nothing could really get me down? so thanks new friends. i dig you guys big time. && another big time special thanks to d, who comments on my blog. i respect that.
blah. this boi makes me nervous when i think about him.
yep. so i was walking down the street yesterday and this guy stopped me and said, "do you know this area? i'm trying to find miguel street."and i said "no" and then i said "wait, i work for a famous gps company and just over paid on a phone so that i could have maps all the time. let me look that up for you." and i did. and i found the way for him. and that's the benefit of having a friend that works for a gps company. and i said to myself, "self. you're never going to be lost again. this is going to be awesome."
Also, yesterday i went discount store shopping for some curtains. i came back with sheets, that might not be meant for adults. that's alright though. anyway, there was this lady that was following me around and constantly pushing me out of the way while screaming in spanish on her cell phone. i have something to say to her (because i'm sure she reads this blog.) : "you're a fucking bitch."
*devon*
so the last three months of my life have been completely awesome. breaking up with "that guy" and starting at garmin were like the two best decisions of my life. he and i talk and laugh and are friends again, which we haven't been in > a year. and suddenly i'm going out with my own friends and having fun without demons haunting me of what repercussions will follow. i'm truly happy, and it feels amazing, like nothing could really get me down? so thanks new friends. i dig you guys big time. && another big time special thanks to d, who comments on my blog. i respect that.
blah. this boi makes me nervous when i think about him.
yep. so i was walking down the street yesterday and this guy stopped me and said, "do you know this area? i'm trying to find miguel street."and i said "no" and then i said "wait, i work for a famous gps company and just over paid on a phone so that i could have maps all the time. let me look that up for you." and i did. and i found the way for him. and that's the benefit of having a friend that works for a gps company. and i said to myself, "self. you're never going to be lost again. this is going to be awesome."
Also, yesterday i went discount store shopping for some curtains. i came back with sheets, that might not be meant for adults. that's alright though. anyway, there was this lady that was following me around and constantly pushing me out of the way while screaming in spanish on her cell phone. i have something to say to her (because i'm sure she reads this blog.) : "you're a fucking bitch."
*devon*
Sunday, December 9, 2007
So she sits there with her luggage at her side. leaving empty stations, leaving empty lives.
ah the weakerthans. (letter of resignation) yum
so here's the hairy scoop, i feel like fucking shit. (i'm not sure if it's appropriate to type "fuck" in a blog) and i can't blame it on a hangover anymore. it turns out i have a second round of this bullshit cold. i can barely think and it sucks. i got bit by something on drunken stupor night as well, and my leg is like swelled like a small golf ball. and i look terrible. seriously, could be the worst i've ever looked in my life. i'm supposed to be packing. its important to move my shit out, but i'm not stressing on it too much, i mean i'm moving a few blocks away and doug is going to stay my friend so it's not too stressful. but still. i should be packing. i also should be working on my last few assignments for algorithms. yep.
you know what sucks about having a public blog? you can't type any of the things you're really feeling, because then that person is going to read those things and totally judge you, and i don't think that's good.
i bought a new phone with gps. it has embedded telenav maps. i can't figure out how to get the pass code though. i also have three garmin's in my purse. i think one is jasons but the other, i'm not so sure. i should sell them to buy curtains. yikes. i have to buy curtains. and a damn white elephant gift. perhaps i should give a zune. zune's fucking suck, and you can quote me as saying such. blah. i'm not clever.
*devon*
so here's the hairy scoop, i feel like fucking shit. (i'm not sure if it's appropriate to type "fuck" in a blog) and i can't blame it on a hangover anymore. it turns out i have a second round of this bullshit cold. i can barely think and it sucks. i got bit by something on drunken stupor night as well, and my leg is like swelled like a small golf ball. and i look terrible. seriously, could be the worst i've ever looked in my life. i'm supposed to be packing. its important to move my shit out, but i'm not stressing on it too much, i mean i'm moving a few blocks away and doug is going to stay my friend so it's not too stressful. but still. i should be packing. i also should be working on my last few assignments for algorithms. yep.
you know what sucks about having a public blog? you can't type any of the things you're really feeling, because then that person is going to read those things and totally judge you, and i don't think that's good.
i bought a new phone with gps. it has embedded telenav maps. i can't figure out how to get the pass code though. i also have three garmin's in my purse. i think one is jasons but the other, i'm not so sure. i should sell them to buy curtains. yikes. i have to buy curtains. and a damn white elephant gift. perhaps i should give a zune. zune's fucking suck, and you can quote me as saying such. blah. i'm not clever.
*devon*
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Can you still feel the butterflies? Can you still hear the last goodnight?
so that's jimmy eat world. i like that song.
I took down a post that was up late last night, drunken blogging style. there are many reasons why, but these three are specifically addressed to my favorite people:
d... you're a badass. i'm sorry for posting personal business about you. still soul mates?
j... you're a badass. i'm sure you get lots of hot tail, and i don't doubt your man hood. still jsf buddies?
b... you're a badass. i'm not put off by your shyness at all. keep it up at your own pace and i totally dig it. still make out friends?
i had an awesome time last night sushi and booze style. nasty hangover aside, i hope that more interactions can take place in which we partake in similar experiences. i don't have anything funny to say. it's probably because my brain is broken. carbs and sleep for me!
*devon*
I took down a post that was up late last night, drunken blogging style. there are many reasons why, but these three are specifically addressed to my favorite people:
d... you're a badass. i'm sorry for posting personal business about you. still soul mates?
j... you're a badass. i'm sure you get lots of hot tail, and i don't doubt your man hood. still jsf buddies?
b... you're a badass. i'm not put off by your shyness at all. keep it up at your own pace and i totally dig it. still make out friends?
i had an awesome time last night sushi and booze style. nasty hangover aside, i hope that more interactions can take place in which we partake in similar experiences. i don't have anything funny to say. it's probably because my brain is broken. carbs and sleep for me!
*devon*
Friday, December 7, 2007
note to self : no one cares. your voice is average
ah. jets to brazil. so humbling when i realize my assumed genius is only just that. assumed. perhaps i should take piano lessons. i'm sure that all people who play the piano are smarter than i. so on my list of classes to find: piano and yoga. and stitch and bitch. though that's not quite a class at all.
so i invited these two guys i work with out for friday-night-fun-time. they both seemed entirely enthusiastic until the realization set in that they were both married. and i say to myself "is this what happens?" seriously, do married people not have social lives? my married friends in texas do... maybe these guys are just old. or maybe their wives are demons. Zeb created the impression that his wife got to decide whether or not he liked sushi, and once i saw her insist that he couldn't go to tahoe with us, so there is a good possibility these men are being abused. i'm thinking about calling some special service on them, to rescue them.... yeah. i care about their well being, thus this is a good solution.
also, i got accepted to SFSU. who fucking cares you say? i do asshole, that's not very polite. its not like when i was in high school and i'm deciding between the five schools that are competitively offering me financial aide packages, and its not like i'm going to a fabulous school where i'll become more culturally aware after some fabulous growing experience. BUT i'm a woman of the people now, thus i must attend their institutions. and i am happy for myself. thanks to aaron for yelling at me in the conference room to get it done or else i would be fired, you really provided the inspiration i needed.
*devon*
so i invited these two guys i work with out for friday-night-fun-time. they both seemed entirely enthusiastic until the realization set in that they were both married. and i say to myself "is this what happens?" seriously, do married people not have social lives? my married friends in texas do... maybe these guys are just old. or maybe their wives are demons. Zeb created the impression that his wife got to decide whether or not he liked sushi, and once i saw her insist that he couldn't go to tahoe with us, so there is a good possibility these men are being abused. i'm thinking about calling some special service on them, to rescue them.... yeah. i care about their well being, thus this is a good solution.
also, i got accepted to SFSU. who fucking cares you say? i do asshole, that's not very polite. its not like when i was in high school and i'm deciding between the five schools that are competitively offering me financial aide packages, and its not like i'm going to a fabulous school where i'll become more culturally aware after some fabulous growing experience. BUT i'm a woman of the people now, thus i must attend their institutions. and i am happy for myself. thanks to aaron for yelling at me in the conference room to get it done or else i would be fired, you really provided the inspiration i needed.
*devon*
Thursday, December 6, 2007
People know my sins, I'm overwhelmed
that's phoenix. yum. diana and i, after my spewing of their lyrics recently found out that we both are interested in the same obscure french art house band. turns out we both love them. and when diana exclaimed "we should go see them live", I promptly consulted the internet to find out when our next show would be. as though, with diana's and mine combined enthusiasm we could will them to be playing in san francisco in the very near future. turns out we couldn't but we haven't exactly exhausted our options. we were sharing the head phones and listening to a song in which dians proclaimed it was impossible to tell what the lead singer was saying. I knew, from obsessive listening that the singer was saying the name of the current album over and over again. she alerted me that she had just been making up her own lyrics this whole time. and then she laughed hysterically. i respect that.
so i had a truly great date this evening. like no pressure or stress or anything. i'm leaving feeling cleansed and happy. i hope it works out for the best.
so i had a truly great date this evening. like no pressure or stress or anything. i'm leaving feeling cleansed and happy. i hope it works out for the best.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
don't let that bias grow cold, cold, it's so cold
that's the like young. they were fabulous but terrible live and i'm pretty certain they're broken up now.
early morning blogs are not my thing, but here's the deal. there's no hot water. as in ice dripping from the shower head. there was none last night, which i wrote off to too many showers being taken but today i realize something is very very wrong. this sucks for seventeen reasons, the most important being that i hate taking ice cold showers. i have this date thing tonight so i can't go with out. i could shower at work but that makes me feel weird, and then i wouldn't have anything interesting to block about. so this is what i decided to do. i'm heating up a tea kettle! and then i'm going to take a whore's bath in the sink. its going to be awesome.
early morning blogs are not my thing, but here's the deal. there's no hot water. as in ice dripping from the shower head. there was none last night, which i wrote off to too many showers being taken but today i realize something is very very wrong. this sucks for seventeen reasons, the most important being that i hate taking ice cold showers. i have this date thing tonight so i can't go with out. i could shower at work but that makes me feel weird, and then i wouldn't have anything interesting to block about. so this is what i decided to do. i'm heating up a tea kettle! and then i'm going to take a whore's bath in the sink. its going to be awesome.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Hey you, in the middle of the night with the lights on
VHS or beta. that show was real good. Seriously. go see them because they're amazing.
So I'm beginning to doubt the fail - safety of jawbreaker tattoo logic. Perhaps when I decided I'd marry the first person who had the same when I was eighteen, I hadn't fully thought this through. Perhaps I had no concept of love either.... Yeah. I mean, a promise is a promise but what's a girl to do?
I like the smell of detergent over perfume and cologne. Dating is strange. I wonder what it feels like to really love someone again. I think I forgot about how to use that emotion.
I got an apartment! It's super awesome to the max. I heart it with all I'm capable of.
So I was shoe shopping with Diana, my new bff. (i'm going to get us the necklaces claiming such soon) and she grabs the shoes on display and just puts them right on her foot, like doesn't check the size at all. I consider this to be a very charming characteristic and it quite tickled me but I didn't comment on it because I didn't want her to stop. Also, she judges the merits of high heals on how evenly they stand on their own. Perhaps this is programmer logic. Either way I dig it.
I have to get a white elephant gift that's funny but something one wouldn't want to throw away....yes. i'll have to work on this indeed.
So I'm beginning to doubt the fail - safety of jawbreaker tattoo logic. Perhaps when I decided I'd marry the first person who had the same when I was eighteen, I hadn't fully thought this through. Perhaps I had no concept of love either.... Yeah. I mean, a promise is a promise but what's a girl to do?
I like the smell of detergent over perfume and cologne. Dating is strange. I wonder what it feels like to really love someone again. I think I forgot about how to use that emotion.
I got an apartment! It's super awesome to the max. I heart it with all I'm capable of.
So I was shoe shopping with Diana, my new bff. (i'm going to get us the necklaces claiming such soon) and she grabs the shoes on display and just puts them right on her foot, like doesn't check the size at all. I consider this to be a very charming characteristic and it quite tickled me but I didn't comment on it because I didn't want her to stop. Also, she judges the merits of high heals on how evenly they stand on their own. Perhaps this is programmer logic. Either way I dig it.
I have to get a white elephant gift that's funny but something one wouldn't want to throw away....yes. i'll have to work on this indeed.
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