Cement Girl

I usually work 7 days a week at the deli. Usually 6-10 hours a day. But today because of some mishaps and stuff, my cousin decided not to open, so therefore I have the day off.

*Plan:
Drive to Astoria (30 minutes away, in OREGON!!!) and do one hour film developing on the rest of my cornerstone pictures. Buy some stuff at Fred Meyer

Try to find the place that might sell henna

See K-19: The Widowmaker. Because I've got to have something to do while I wait for my film. And i've already seen Road to perdition, and nothing else interesting is playing.

*I am becoming more of aware of itching fingers. When our family took a 4 week vacation in 7th grade, I missed playing the piano. I got itching fingers. And I have it again. Yesterday at work "Small Enough" by Nichole Nordeman kept running through my brain, and it's a song I know on the piano, something i can actually play. I miss playing my bass too. I haven't picked it up in over a month. probably 2 months now.

*Vanity won out this time. Instead of buying the Monk/Coltrane cd that i really want, I bought this shirt on a whim at American Eagle. It was so cute and I had a coupon, I just couldn't resist the plaidness. stupid.

*Since i'm not working today () I get to wear my hair down. Which... i like. So. I am happy today. I should put on all my jewelry too. Just for the heck of it.

*There is a new Switchfoot cd coming out in September

*Writing real letters to friends get overlooked too much. I sat down and wrote a two page letter to my friend Jaime last night. My hand hurt afterwards, but there is something about your own handwriting, messups and upturned lines on non-lined paper that is personal, and meaningful. Much more than an e-mail.

*I wasn't aware of how culturally deprived I am here. I should've known by now, because I went to Cornerstone, and then came back HERE.. but.. i saw it yesterday. First, this guy about 18 or 19 walked by. Black. baseball cap worn high, and crooked, over a bandana. The big chain necklace. The baggy clothes. Somehow- For some reason- I got happy at this. Because.. it was some sort of sense of culture. Something different than I see everyday here, something I took for granted in Portland. I was really happy to see that guy. Then my cousin pointed out these two kids last night. my cousin is obsessed with the whole "emo" idea now, trying to figure out what it's all about. He pointed out these kids and said "is that it? Is that it??" and I said yes. The dark, rolled up jeans, the hair, the clothes. He got really excited. And i was excited too. cause i dont' see that up here either. The girl was taking pictures of stuff right and left. These two instances left me somewhat satisfied yesterday. I was happy to see different kinds of people.

*Music is getting me through this summer.