You know, even though I'm unemployed and living in a basement right now, I find that I am rather enjoying myself. I thought I was going to be really lonely and bummed out when i first got here, but actually its just the opposite--I really am starting to love this city, and every day I'm able to go out and wander the streets and orient myself further with it. It's kind of like when you meet a new guy that you really like and you just want to spend all of your time with just him. Just me and Portland, hangin' out. And I think this one might really go somewhere, tee hee!
Oh, and BEST MORNING EVER--I went to check my bank account with a heavy heart this morning and...SURPRISE BITCH, FINAL PAYCHECK FROM MUSC! I didn't even know it was coming. What a relief, because this buys me a couple of more weeks before I start freaking out about not being able to find a job.
I'm going over to my new house to talk with my landlord, Chap Wu. He's the most stereotypical asian guy I've ever met, he even said on the phone "you come with check fo 600 dollar" when I talked to him about signing the lease. It'll be nice to have my own room again, but the basement here isn't actually too bad--there's a bed with an awesome down comforter, and Ellen's pitbull Betsy comes down and snuggles with me every night so I don't get scared.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
I want to go on a walk but its dark and I'm afraid I'll get lost...
Whew sorry its been a little bit. I've been busy. And internet/computer-less.
I'm in Portland. Wow. I'm actually here. I didn't think this would ever actually come. It's been interesting so far, in a much different way than I could have ever anticipated.
For my whole life I've been defined by what a weirdo I am. Not in a cool, trendy way, in an actual weird way. I've harnessed in over the years and brandished it in a way that is socially acceptable, and in recent times have noticed that it has even garnished some admiration from certain people. So I've always been weird but in a nice way. It's how I see myself.
Overnight, I have been left in a place where the only thing weird about me is how ordinary I am. Portland is strange for me, in that its primary culture here was at best a marginalized counter-culture in Charleston (and I suppose in the South in general). But as a result, I am still on the fringe. I'm not a hipster. I'm not a yuppie. I'm not really anything much. Perhaps the time has come to define myself, I don't know.
On a lighter note, everyone here is fucking tiny and beautiful. I am by no means a large person in any sense, but in comparison to the average chick walking down the street I feel akin to Andre the Giant, all large and bumbling.
Um I'm not feeling particularly literary this evening, so I'm just gonna start making lists.
Things I'm Excited About:
Kelly moving to LA
Erin moving to San Fran
Visiting Gaby in San Fran
Going to a Janet Fitch book reading/meet and greet at some point in LA
Going to Powell's tomorrow to buy some more books
Possibly having a spot in a house
Possibly having a job (will find out soon about both of these things)
New fave coffee shop full of beautiful tall guys that I discovered today
Also got a new tat, yay! Also want another one that I have had planned for a while for my back, not sure if I should wait a bit or just get it over with while I'm in tattoo healing mode.
Miss you guys. I mean, I don't see you regularly anyway. But right now I feel farther away than ever.
I'm in Portland. Wow. I'm actually here. I didn't think this would ever actually come. It's been interesting so far, in a much different way than I could have ever anticipated.
For my whole life I've been defined by what a weirdo I am. Not in a cool, trendy way, in an actual weird way. I've harnessed in over the years and brandished it in a way that is socially acceptable, and in recent times have noticed that it has even garnished some admiration from certain people. So I've always been weird but in a nice way. It's how I see myself.
Overnight, I have been left in a place where the only thing weird about me is how ordinary I am. Portland is strange for me, in that its primary culture here was at best a marginalized counter-culture in Charleston (and I suppose in the South in general). But as a result, I am still on the fringe. I'm not a hipster. I'm not a yuppie. I'm not really anything much. Perhaps the time has come to define myself, I don't know.
On a lighter note, everyone here is fucking tiny and beautiful. I am by no means a large person in any sense, but in comparison to the average chick walking down the street I feel akin to Andre the Giant, all large and bumbling.
Um I'm not feeling particularly literary this evening, so I'm just gonna start making lists.
Things I'm Excited About:
Kelly moving to LA
Erin moving to San Fran
Visiting Gaby in San Fran
Going to a Janet Fitch book reading/meet and greet at some point in LA
Going to Powell's tomorrow to buy some more books
Possibly having a spot in a house
Possibly having a job (will find out soon about both of these things)
New fave coffee shop full of beautiful tall guys that I discovered today
Also got a new tat, yay! Also want another one that I have had planned for a while for my back, not sure if I should wait a bit or just get it over with while I'm in tattoo healing mode.
Miss you guys. I mean, I don't see you regularly anyway. But right now I feel farther away than ever.
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