As some of you may know, Kat moved out a week or so ago and Stefani will not be moving here until June15th, so I have had the place to myself. But now, I have a new addition to my apartment!

He came to me on Tuesday when I was home sick. My front door had been propped open due to the fact that I had set off my smoke alarm. But that is an entirely different story that has nothing to do with my new roomate.

After the smoke had cleared and it was safe for me to shut my door, I sat down to practice piano. Then I heard buzzing and was aware of a small bug swirling around my head. I thought that it was a bee at first, but it turned out that it was just a very big fly.

I thought to myself, "Whatever, ignore it, it's just a fly."

But it kept buzzing. And it wasn't even buzzing in key with the Chopin Waltz that I was playing. Soooooo inconsiderate.

So I opened my front door again and tried to get it out, but it seemed to be fixated on staying near my windows, even though they have screens that it can't get out of. I tried to swat him towards the door, but everytime I did, he would just buzz angrily at me and fly towards my face in an aggressive manner. (It was during this time that I decided it was a boy, because, well... yeah.)

I was a bit frusterated, mainly because I had totally been in my Piano Zone, which is pretty much the happiest place that I can be, and this fly wouldn't leave me alone! I couldn't figure out why he wouldn't just listen to me and go out the front door. This is when I started to get a little angry and I actually started arguing with him. You probably are thinking "How can you argue with a bug that can't even talk?" My answer to that is "YOU didn't hear him buzzing!!!"

I thought maybe if I gave him a name, he would be more respectful of my request for him to leave. So I named him George (he totally looked like a George) and continued to ask him to see himself out. But noooo, he kept hovering around my window! My neighbors were probably confused when they heard me saying loudly "Oh yeah, that's GREAT. Stay at the window that you have been at for 20 minutes. Yeah, FABULOUS."

At this point, I crossed over to the dark side. (I should probably mention that 30ish minutes had gone by at this point). I decided that George was going to have to die. As he was crawling along the side of the window and was right at the spot where the window hits the wall, I slammed the window shut as hard as I could. I heard a loud, agitated buzz, and then silence. I stood there and let an entire minute go by... silence. I felt a little bit of guilt, but for the most part, I was just glad that the buzzing had stopped.

I sat down and continued to play piano. Then, three minutes later...

George came flying back out! The window wasn't even open again! He should've been forever smooshed between the wall and the window! He came back to life AND gained the ability to go through walls. Incredible!

So once again, I opened the front door, and kept asking George to leave, and George just kept buzzing and flying in circles, laughing at me with a menacing look in his eye.

Finally, he flew into Kat's old room. And I shut the door.

So now George has his own room, and I have mine. We're giving eachother our space, and I think we're going to be fine.

"Step one you say We need to talk, he walks you say Sit down it's just a talk, he smiles politely back at you, you stare politely right on through..."

-The Fray

I went to the Pooky-Palace last night and watched movies with Rebecca-feather-face. I've been kind of sick and really tired, so it was nice to just sit and relax and be mellow. Scotty got home around 11 PM and the three of us re-watched the LOST finale. I can't believe that we have to wait until February to find out what is going to happen next! It is sooo not fair. This morning we went to the Folklife Festival at the Seattle Center. It was fun and I got to see Misty River perform, which made me happy. But as I said, I'm a tad bit sick right now, so around 3 PM I got hit by a wave of exhaustion and decided to go home. It was a nice afternoon, and now I'm going to eat chicken soup and try to convince my body that it is time to get better.

"You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed."

-The Little Prince

Melissa's 21st birthday was last night, so Rayana, Rochelle and I met up with her and went to several bars in Belltown and Capital Hill. It had been a very long time since the four of us were together, so that made me happy. It was lots of fun.

(Left to Right: Melissa, Rochelle, Rayana, meee)

Emily came over this afternoon and we watched Wonder Boys and did cross-stitch. Kat moved out yesterday and there won't be any furniture in my apartment for a month, so I put a bunch of blankets on the floor and made a cozy place to sit. Martha Stewart would be jealous.


I'm sitting in my room right now. My window is open and it is raining and I'm listening to a mix CD that I got from Jessica in the mail yesterday. I have so many mix tapes and CDs that Jessica has made for me, and I always love them. The CD that I got yesterday is probably the last CD that I will get from Jessica for a couple of years. She left this morning for a two-year job with the Peace Core. I'm excited for her because she has been wanting to do this since I became friends with her six years ago, but I am also feeling sad. Jessica is always the person that I call to to talk to about nothing and everything. For the first time in six years, I don't have the luxury of knowing that no matter what is going on, my Jessica is only a phone call away. The reality of it still hasn't completely set in, but in the last 48 hours it has been hitting me in waves. She was texting me, but she didn't call, probably because it would've been too hard to really say good-bye.

Part of me wants time to hurry and heal this, to make this sad feeling go away. Then again, I kind of want to hold on to it, I want to keep missing her so I don't forget one of the best friends that I have ever had, so I don't forget how much we love each other. Time can heal things, but time can also lose things. Time can be scary.

I already miss her, so much.

"I was reading a book, suggestions on what to believe, but I read somewhere that you've got to beware, you can't believe anything you read..."

-Jack Johnson

First off, duh, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

Not alot to report. I've been a very busy poodle, seeing as how I have two jobs now and am working up to six days a week! I get to work with Rebecca-noodle-nose at my second job, and that is splenderific.

Speaking of Rebecca-feather-face, her birthday was on Friday! Naturally, we hung out. And naturally, I have pictures. Enjoy.

"He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I've made him my friend, and now he is the only fox in all the world."

-The Little Prince
As most of you know, my family lost our precious Ernie-poodle-face last week. It was the right time, and it seems to have happened in the most peaceful way possible. However, it is still sad.


From the beginning of Junior high until the morning I left for college, Ernie and I would eat breakfast together. I would always tear off a piece of food for him and set it aside, and he would sit and stare at me while I ate, and then when I was done I would give him the piece of food that I had saved for him. Then I went to college. I remember the first meal that I ate in the dorms. When I was done, I had a little piece of food set off to the side. I had saved food for Ernie without even meaning to, because I was so used to my little friend being there to eat breakfast with me.


Another "before school ritual" that Ernie and I had was every morning before Mom would get in the shower, she would open my door a crack and Ernie would jump up on my bed. I'd sleepily wake up and lift my blanket just a little, and he'd burrow under the blanket and curl up and go to sleep. I'm guessing that he liked the heat under there. Unless I got up to get something, in which case I'd come back and the silly dog would still be partly under the covers, but he would have his head on my pillow! In which case I would get another pillow from the living room, so I wouldn't disturb Ernie's beauty sleep.


I'm not sure why out of all the Ernie-stories that I could tell, those two are the ones that came to mind. I can't seem to find the words to express how much I miss my little dog.


"I waited for him to sniff me out, anxious to know if here, on the other side, I would still be the little girl he had slept beside. I did not have to wait long: he was so happy to see me, he knocked me down."
-The Lovely Bones