My name is Harvey Milk and I'm here to recruit you!

I started my day by going to see yet another matinee alone.
The film was beautiful and captivating.
It filled me up to my brim with hope and optimism.

I saw a old man walking in the cold, pushing a cart
with his oxygen tank. He slipped on some ice
and I cried. My dad then proceeded to make things
worse by adding, "Well, if your car wasn't such a mess,
we could have given him a ride."

Some of my most cherished moments are
those I spend talking with my 90 year old grandmother.
It is within those moments that I feel secure about the choices
I make and the life I hope to have.
She is amazing.

I'm going to Texas in March.
I am not that excited.
My twelve year old sister is "gifted"
and recently accepted Jesus Christ as her savior.
My grandmother will tell me how I will most likely end up like my mother.
She will also disapprove of my weight.
Don't get me wrong. I am happy to see them both.
I'm just not ready to feel inadequate any more than I already do.
But I suppose it will be nice to leave Michigan.

I've been driving too much lately.
I've been doing a lot of favors lately.

I might be suffering from a sexual identity crisis.

The only things that would cheer me up
would be a chocolate milkshake, a kiss and
a jew fro. Mainly the jew fro.

copyright.

People insist that I am a free spirit
but there's nothing really free about me.

+I am learning and discovering too much, too fast
+I have the sudden desire to sing various tv theme songs, including:
Facts of Life, Charles in Charge, Laverne & Shirley and The Patty Duke Show
+While at work (8pm-4am) I was fortunate enough to listen to New Kids on the Block (step by step, anyone?) and Jock Jams. Needless to say, it was amazing.
+ I've been saying "Sike!" way too much lately.
+You know when a subtle, discrete smile creeps up onto your face for reasons unknown to you?
I love that feeling.
+I've run out of good advice to give myself.

I was a fish once. Don't you remember?

"It is an insignificant moment. The moment you realize the place you grew up has nothing left to offer you. The moment strikes when you see a girl who attended your high school, frantically busing tables. Or when you see a shopping cart miles from it's designated grocery store. Or when a solitary sparrow picks at stones, mistaking them for crumbs. Or when the traffic lights resort to blinking a unified amber through the night. Sometimes it's even smaller than that. Sometimes all you have to do is wake up. That was my moment. It was insignificant."

Godspeed.

I woke up this morning and went to a matinee alone. The movies are a completely different experience when you go by yourself. The movie I saw was about being trapped in a life you never asked for. Although it was not what I had hoped, it still successfully filled my mind
with aggressive and worried thoughts.

The better part of my afternoon/evening has been spent almost entirely on saving the life of one particular, ungrateful fish. He truly has no idea the aggravation I have gone through to make sure his life is more than satisfactory.

I went to the store and I've never felt so small. My shopping cart contained a bottle of soda, a fish aquarium and a birthday card. But I wanted to desperately look into my cart and see things that would surely be evidence to passing strangers of a content and fulfilled life.
Ingredients of something other than indifference, perhaps.

The Jenny Lewis comparisons are never ending.
Never. Ending.

I'm twenty years old.
This is the best I'll ever be.
Isn't that frightening?

I need to be reinvented.

Love me (bar) tender, love me true.

I ate a Big Mac meal and went to a bar with friends. Good, honest, genuine, friends. Pineapple upside down cake in alcoholic beverage form, as well as a plethora of technicolor liquids in shot glasses both attributed to my inebriation.
My lips tasted of vanilla vodka.
I received useful advice from various 30 somethings.
I realized that when I'm intoxicated I tend to dance as though I'm straight out of a Jane Austen novel. I made several errors in thought and action, but have since come to terms with my inability to detach myself from meaningless pursuits.

Showering is surely an underrated activity.

I enjoy living next to a major airbase.
I can always count on the vibrations.
And I can always count on the white noise
to save me from this noise.

I am in desperate need of a better vocabulary.

I am doing my best to bend instead of break.

(if you listen closely, you can hear everything all of the time)

a small plastic toy horse.

You can accuse me of being many things, but I simply will not accept
the accusation of being an "uninspired person."
My managers think I am uninspired and unhappy
and practically asked me to demote myself, which I refused to do.
Needless to say, I am currently seeking new employment.
I plan on applying at the Hyatt to be a maid.

We went to the gas station last night.
I found the following things on the ground: A hamburger (on which I stepped), a pair of underwear (I believe it was a thong) and a television set. I was extremely enraptured by these random, discarded items and tried to find the connection between the three. It was a lovers quarrel. It is always a lovers quarrel.

I really should not read several horoscopes at once.
It's confusing. Especially when they contradict each other.
How on Earth am I supposed to know how to live my life day to day
without a structured prediction of daily outcomes?
How?!

I am most likely going to see three movies by myself tomorrow.

I live a very quiet life.

Great Sexpectations.

There I was. Standing in front of my open picture window,wearing only my underwear, choking on a vanilla tootsie roll (seriously. I was close to death), watching history unfold as our new president was sworn in. It was an uplifting moment. Well, aside from my half-naked choking fit.

Don't you hate when strangers say "hi" to you, when you know they are saying it as some subdued sexual advance? Yeah. I'm pretty sure the guy was either mentally handicapped or a pedophile (not to compare the two) Either way, I'm oddly flattered that anyone in either of those two categories noticed me.

If you listen closely, I noticed, you can hear the snow melt.
Shhh. Listen!
It's a magical sound.

I constantly feel like I'm waiting for people to come to their senses.

I accidentally said "I love you."
I was just curious.

Where did my day disappear to?
Found it.
It was between the couch cushion, next to a bobby pin and some loose change.