Good Good Nights

i had a really super eve. this following a pretty shitty week. i was sick. who gets sick in june? me. i have the lingering really cute flaky nose skin and grandpa laugh from the crap in my lungs. but i am out of bed. its been a tough week outside of sickness as well and to be perfectly honest, i dont really want to talk about it.

i got home around 4 today. i was sleepy. i had a really long night of thinking. i do that sometimes. a long day of catching up on work. by 5 i was done but i had plans with the ladies to see a movie so i jumped in bed to read and try to re energize. sleeping happened instead. it was good. actually, i would have slept longer but i had this really awful dream that i wont recount because it effing sucked. i woke up to merril in the living room. we talked for a really long time about really intense things. it was good. she's a delight.

so around 10 the ladies...ahhhhhhhhh!! pandora just started playing jack johnson. that is awful. i skipped it. i thought it knew that i am not into jack johnson. ugh. ok. so, 10, the ladies off to the theatre. we watched away we go. it was super. i loved it. i left the theatre refreshed. excited. reminded that simplicity is possible and its what i want. geez, it was good. i know you prolly aren't interested in the reaches of my mind. the places that i have ventured tonight. the thoughts about my life and people and relationships so i will spare you (i am however pretty good at the email ramble and am always looking for folks to ramble to so if you want thoughts let me know). just know that some passions are being re ignited and i am eager to journey with them.

life is good. even when it kind of sucks.

i miss you long beach. but i love you sacramento. what oh what to do? shit.

good night.

xo.

p.s. listen to some good music as the sun goes down and drink some lemonade. or a beer. tis the season.

A Lil Jew Made My Life Today

i always knew jews were awesome. but this lil guy made my life. i am pretty sure he might be bummed that i keep calling him a lil guy...whatevs.

so were are wrapping up the staff meeting, praying like hey jesus whats up, you are so cool, we love you, prolly you should guide the way, keep us at a steady pace, p.s. you are awesome when a rapping on the door hushes the talking to the lord. the door is answered and a freakin energetic lil fella peeks into the room. he is called graham. he has either had lots of caffiene, many a peach ring or is just on fi-ya. in any case we all get to talking about fed-ex and how they are b-holes and living green stuff and being kosher and how jesus was a pretty cool teacher on and on when, are you ready for this? he asks what we are doing? whats are deal? we say that we are a church and oh goodness this is good lil graham says; 'in the interest of full disclosure i am a big jew' WHAT?! that is amazing. the cackles start and instant friendship. i am into graham. as i type this i realize that maybe you had to be there. it was super. just laugh with me please.

in other news: apple announced the new macbook pro price shift. i know this because an equally (perhaps more) obsessed friend sends me a text at 11:45p tuesdy (?) night with a check your email order. i do. its a link to the freaking heavens. i have asked jm to consider selling his seed in order to contribute to my mac fund. i am trying to figure out how to sell a kidney and a section of my liver...oh relax, jk. i am just spending endless hours drooling all over my work computer, lil blackie, as i watch videos on the mac page. since my other landing station dell died i am in a terrible place.

i have felt an overall bloggers block. i sort of gag as i type that because that is the lamest thing i have ever said for many a reason but i am turning a new leaf. the leaf of being a grown up and not being so effing critical.

i miss my friends. things have been quite busy lately so i dont hang out as much as i would like to. we all know i am into the hanging out.

i am in the market for a new french press as mine broke. it ruined my life. jerk.

timbuk2 is having a great sale and if i had the cash i would be the owner of a new HEMP timbuk 2 small bag, you know, the perfect size for heading to a show or biking it out to davis. p.s. i am biking out to davis soon. i am really jazzed about it. not so jazzed about the bugs between my teeth but it will make for a great blog photo so just stay tuned.

season 5 of the west wing makes me want to quit the show. i guess the original writer left. jerk. he should just c'mon back. ugh.

its after minight and i am going granny a lil early in life...i have an episode or 2 to watch i cant be chattin it up with ya'lls.

until the bloggers block is gone...later.

I LOVE Kate.

so a friend sends a text: all seasons of ww $18.99 at costco. i think to myself: this is amazing i must go to the costco immediately. turns out costco is into celebrating memorial day which seems a lil weird but whatevs. so i have to wait til tuesdy. i drive there. only seasons 5, 6 & 7. i am bummed so i text kate in the lbc and because of her dedication to help me find things she goes to the coscto near her therefore, i will soon be the proud proud owner of these:


aren't they pretty?

Eureka!

I just figured out why I haven't graduated college...

....because I don't have a mac.

MacBooks make me happy. I covet. Now, lets talk about getting me a mac because the Dell crashed, jerk.

Brought to You By: Shannon feeling like blogs without photos are silly

Two Things:

1. sometimes i laugh at things. then i compose myself. then i look at what i was laughing at and i think, 'crap, my brain functions like that of a 12 year old boy'

2. god is funny. he was so funny when he made this mushroom that looks like a butt. butt things make me laugh the same way poop things do. speaking of poop....no, nevermind.

Soiled

Some really important things have happened in my life.

i finished season 2 of the west wing. i am pretty sure i must hold some kind of record for fastest viewing. i mean i just like to do what i say i am going to do, i like to set goals and accomplish them-as long as they don't get in the way of what seems to be a lifetime of eluding adulthood. i like to t.c.o.b. or whatever. season 2 was amazing, i am glad that i didnt watch the show when it was on tv because i don't know if i could handle the wait. this way, i get to start season 3 tomorrow. if there were ever an appropriate time to ask for a booyah it would be now, so...can i get a booyah?

i have decided that if i am ever to learn a language just because it will be latin. it is neat.

i have started trying to pull every life event into a west wing story line.

since moving away from home i have learned a few valuable life lessons. i learned something new this week. i am not an effective communicator. i mean really, i think i might be dumb. i can never just say what i need to say, i talk too much, i tell too many stories and then i loose peoples attention. you see, there is is woman at church who is a really amazing listener and a super communicator and i thought heck, i want to be real good at those things so i was thinking about how to hone some skills. as i thought i realized this whole problem with my talking in stream of consciousness is an issue. so i need help, help me. my name is shannon, and i talk to damn much.

going to the gym at 6am makes me feel like a grown up because i am up and ready to face the owrld by 830a, this means i need to stop going to the gym so early. refer back to the eluding adulthood comment above.

i have started chilling the left over morning coffee so that i can have it over ice in the afternoon as i read on the porch. i like reading on the porch. there is an older gentleman whose name i do not know that rides home every everyday on his lil moto wheel chair and he has started waving at me, he makes my days good.

i have re kindled my romance with cream cheese also artichokes.

i like that the world has jumped on to the verb train.

sometimes i forget how much i like donut holes. then i eat one and i remember. when i was a wee one my dad would occasionally go to the donut shop on sundy mornings. waking up to the glory that is the pink box and lil white bag of bite sized bits of glory was amazing. i am a sucker for nostalgia. a sucker i say.

a friend recently turned me toward the google, he says look up the gambia. i do. it changed my life. this delightful little place is called the republic of THE gambia. not the republic of gambia. the THE is supposed to be there. we all know how i like the THE. the trader joes. the naked coffee. the safeway. the target. THE THE THE. i like it. back off.

i am driving home in a week. excited to be home. not excited to drive. i dont have an effing radio. gonna ear bud it up. ugh.

in terrifying news: the swine flu in in the north long beach. 5 cases. will you still be my friend if i get the swine flu? please? i would be willing to wear a fanny pack fully equipped with purell hand sanitizer and face masks. and we all know that the fanny pack is flattering on NO ONE. but because i am a good person i am willing to sacrifice.

ninja stars are now my second favorite weapon. i am now very fond of the cattle prod. i know it is not as easily concealed but i want to zap people and then call them sparky.

i have a new affinity for nick names. i wish i were better at making them up.

i am reading a book that is changing my life...again. i want a tambourine. preferably in the shape of a half circle with an american flag bedazzled near the grip. ok, that is just ridiculous. i lol-ed.

lol-ed is being temporarily replaced with, cracked my shit up. thanks keeks. aka mom.

did you know that 25 is between 24 and 26? i had a lapse in memory today and looked for it between 26 and 27. i suppose i was sleep and coffee deprived. also, i have yet to pass pre algebra so this could be the sign of a much larger problem.

pleated pants infuriate me. they are not flattering. dont wear them. just don't. please. for the love.

i will stop now. we all know i could go on. i wont. i will spare you.

later.

xo.

Nerd

I am completely committed to finishing the entire series of The West Wing.

I realized today that I have lost my effing mind. All I ever want to do is watch this show. It's real good.

In other news: Wait, I have no other news. Every spare minute that I have has been devoted to the television. The other day I waited on the porch for the mailman...netflix free trial to get through as much of the show as possible.

This is a problem.