Sappy Summer:

Why is this Summer all wrong?

Why do I work at this Jewish Camp when I have study money?

Why do I wait for something to happen for me in Olympia?

Why do I subsume to countless instances of repression in my life and mind?

Why am I frustrated?

Why does being interested and Happy take so much energy?

Why can't I pick up and leave for a while?

Why would it still be the same once I got back?

Have I grown up? Is this what it feels like? being responsible to something or someone; only you can't figure out exactly who/what it is...

feeling guilty is dumb. feeling free comes easy on a friday night surrounded by buddies. roll on buddy. 

But today Logan and I walked around and put up stickers in the daylight and it was good. It's fun to do things while it's sunny for all to see and be confused by. 

off to work soon; first a cup of something. equal parts coffee and whiskey. I'm already tired. 

To Alaska.

The dug out is empty.
I am about to leave.

Its so weird.

Cleaning out finding all sorts of things. A dread from that fluffy cat named Rabbit that I despised. A beer bottle under my bed that was nice beer that must be left over from a time when Simon was present.

The dug-out itself, plants that never grew bottle caps and cigarettes, a coconut we couldn't crack open last summer, a grill we never got to light. There's a wine bottle we set in the brick wall the first night we moved in, and now I can't move it because its overgrown with vines.

Paintings from all different places and people, carrots that had been rotting since Meghan's April Juicing phase- I shouldn't have kicked over that mystery bucket last night.

We ran inside to escape the smell, and sat in a circle on the big empty floor,
and how I love those people and this place and these things that have happened.

Its so weird.

Bye Bye.

ROOMS READER zine is done;

there is a giant picture of megoooo on the back cover!

get one on thursday and friday at summer squash or dumpster value. 

Up In Charlie's House!

So It's my last full day in the pen as well as the first, the study is a breeze, besides ten days of driving to TaCo, but at least they are not in a row. The dude sitting next to me constantly makes bad jokes that arn't bad enough to keep my attention. i have been blatently ignoring him throughout the duration of the study, to no avail. It's kind of a shame that I can't call my father, but I guess i'll think about making him a card tomarrow. There is a musical on the big TV here, and I can safely say that the crew would be thouroughly enjoying themselves if present. Sweet Tooth; where's the chain saw? Toaster, where is the blog activitY? Megoo, where is the graduation money? Scoot, where is the much needed movement?
The drug is weaking my immune system...
someone deliver some tea and chicken soup!

sweet tooth:

i got your back

ooohhh darnfuck it didnt work!!!


meg how do you post videos??

Living; Flying: Pumpkin.

to my loved ones. i lu of my total neglect with of the blog, i am making personal atonement to each one of the members in hope that i will be forgiven one day. I have lost my mind and my password for wackncheese there for im using officer scooters space.

I wanted to share my new love and future dead husband with everyone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JGc2CvM0EQ

i hope dis works.

xxx
sweettoof

Once Upon a Junior Mint

I remember running away sitting in Tony Schmidt park talking about The Future.

I remember I wrote in your yearbook about how we would escape, we would sit in the trees and talk about how good our lives had gotten, how I couldn't wait until we laughed about how our lives used to be and how they had become.

Last night when my grandma met the President of Kenya as Sexual Big Bird raunched behind a hip Oly Eastside house and dogs and kids and punks rolled all over,
it was then I remembered The Future.

We didn't find trees but we talked in the backyard Hiding Place about Culminations.

The bridge in that Smiths song is playing at the part when the keg is tapped, when the Reef burns down, when we've all stumbled off to our own nooks of Dude Zone and the Christmas Lights are still plugged in the wooden floors and spray painted walls are covered with Smoking.

Last night Csank and I on the swing set sharing something stolen and broken. Discussing hindsight and how much better everything becomes. The coldness and the bass playing and the scary drunk now irrelevant; when we look back its love hard strong.

Whats important about bridges is that they are but modes of Transition.

get from one place to another.

the star of every night every day

How Angela new found hero put it, "What's amazing is when you can feel your life going somewhere, like your life just figured out how to get good, like, that second."

How it feels at that point when you decided to get off the bus and walk down the hill because its so so very nice out, how you walk over the bridge and there is the mountain in front of you and the railroad tracks below that are strip-like trailing into the Sound, how it feels to only think about how lovely is the scenery of this town how lovely it is that you live there.

How planning and dreaming sometimes are at odds with each other but there are perfect times when they are one and the same.

How I will soon sleep in tall grass under stars and kittens and the Wangsters long-ago descriptions...

"The One In Which She Goes"

OMIGOD LOOK HOW MUCH FUN MY SUMMERS GONNA BE

get money get money

So I"m trying to dial into a study come june 23rd, it's a 16 day take which should be suuupppper coolin' cause it pacts a 3,500 dough and then I can tip the bartender and it's gonna be like "that fuckin' guy" cause I'm just gonna be slappin up that paper on the telephone polls and swinging on the wires and learning how swagger could change lives. And not getting sucked down with the "you've got to do this next cause your older" or some shit suggestion that makes me butcher what I've been working on in my mind for so long. Skut.

bull goose loony.

listen to this song whilst imagining the dug out as a flying machine whirring us across the oly-scape towards summer camp lands of peter pan islands. this time plants will grow and all kittens will flourish for decades. and nutter will never abandon us.