i love you too much baby

Sitting in Welcome Room, listening to Elvis Presley, crying about going to New Orleans.

It doesn't make any sense to me either.

Campus

So it's kind of hard to get motivated when there is fast internet on campus. And when there are things that I want to tell all of you about. For some reason, Toast and Megoo, our worlds have become displaced. Maybe this is because life has moved us to new places and times and the only way we can stay within supports reach is through bogshpere. Anyways there was a sonskull show at the northern lastnight and they kicked ass as always with a two song set. I payed 8 dollars to get in there and the mood was uptight and rigid. I don't know why that space makes a lot of people not have as much fun as they could have seeing the same show somewheres else. maybe it's the fact that it cost eight dollars. I think they give a lot of that money to the bands though which is super cool; but it's always a major bummer to pay more than a few bucks to see a show. So many people in Olympia do a killer job to make shows accessible and cheap (or free for people) and there is so much amazing shit going on that when I have to pay 8 bucks for it I throw a little fit in my mind. I guess I'm just musically spoiled, being surround by such a great community. It was the first time I paid to get in the space and i can safely say that it is just as much fun to stand outside and here the music for free. no offense to the people who make the northern happen.

Wunder Boi's First Job

I will occasionally be updating comics on the blog to hype up the comic zine Logan and i are soon releasing. Stayed tuned! This particular one is on the back of the new fortnight.

"lets go to bed"

It is conference week, meaning half-days of school. Meaning three full hours of Welcome Room freetime frolicyhour, the kids play make believe games that go so over my head I stare out the window at the orangeyellow leaves and grayraining sky, put on Scary Halloween Sound Effect CD, play game after game of solitaire cheating so much I don't know how to stop. We lit up a jack-o-lantern today looking out at Legion Way, I feel so Halloween like, perfectly in the treelined streets of small east coast towns in Halloween Disney movies, Hocus Pocus, Double Double Toil in Trouble, the likes.

Today we watched The Borrowers, all those lil eensy redheaded people who Do Not Steal They Borrow, perhaps I am one of them just OverGrown. Arrietty the teenage daughter, can't find her place in the world, seems so angsty. The movie ends as she meets a scruffy Outtie (i.e. the Crust Punk Borrowers) Spud Spiller, they cruise off together down the sewerline on a RollerSkate lit by RocketLaunchFlame. If only life began oh-so-simply, ragtag lovers and chaotic transportation!!!

In my attic its fall and its cold. Our water has been turned off and I am only here long enough to pout and pack my bags and spend another night on the lam. Tomorrow at work my boss will play The Cure and I will post up fake cobwebs and perhaps dream the dreams of lacewearing redlipsticked diversion from synthpop. Stare out windows, black then red then black ace one two three.

Last night I woke up in the unsheeted bed writhing with confusion, "WHY HASNT MY LIFE CHANGED YET?"
There was no answer. And just what exactly is my question?

role modeling

it's funny because for the past couple lazy sunday afternoons I've gotten a little sad, or lonely, as the season changes to a chiller fall quickly I am nostalgic for romance and cuddling and such, as the fall season is my favorite and most comfortable to fall into something,

and I think of the series of heartbreaks, some smallish and some largish, that this last year has entailed, and I know I've learned a lot and grown a lot and this and that, but I can't help but wonder what the year 23 will have in store, because I really hope that it looks and feels dramatically different from the year 22. I want something that Olympia doesn't currently have,

but then on Sunday evenings the girls come home, and they come in with big arms and goofy smiles, really happy to see me and to tell me what food they just ate and what game they played with their dad, and we get them a special snack and we put on Street Lights and then You Can't Always Get What You Want and we dance around, laughing,

what is quickly becoming a Sunday evening tradition is important, because as Linz has told me, for kids going through a divorce, transitions are very important, and making the transition from one kind of home into another feel special is a very good thing to do. And isn't this just good to think of in regular life? Making our transitions traditions and making them feel good, in whatever way we can for each other. I am realizing that I am like one of the grownups that was around me when I was a kid, that I loved and looked up to so much and that holds such a specific memory and place in my mind, and this realization of myself being that person for two fabulous little kiddos, this tranistion, in the fall, in a warm little purple house up on the eastside of Olympia, is something that Olympia has never had for me, and if I stop thinking about all the polyheartbreaks this year, I realize I am actually quite happy.

"hope this brings you lots of joy"

It wass my supervisors Birthday yesterday. Here in the Welcome Room we love festivity. We had Cake Ice Cream Balloons and Decorative Table Cloths,
The children were bouncing off the walls Sarah was lining up her cards along the centerpieces
and I started you tubing birthday songs to play.
Typing in the words to a song my mother sings all time under her breath, much like Jeremiah Was a Bull frog,
I stumbled upon what is apparently something all children growing up in the Twin Cities 60s are familiar with...



among others.



Perhaps it was the MJ, the reminder of my parents, both my dads who had birthdays this week and which one did I talk to, perhaps it was allthe sugar or the other things that I am sick of T-X-T-ing about,
but soon in my child-sized chair I had burst into tears
I had to put on my heart-shaped sunglasses wander away quickly
my boss let me leave early she said
"I think Meg has had Too Many Treats."

stress case

To much to do. 20 credits and art spaces and an on campus art show and reading a 100 pages tonight and bro-ho burlesque show and designing a saw blade tattoo and trying to be a good partner and friend. And not lousing my temper and being gun-ho kick ass about everything. And sleeping enough and exercise and eating right. It's a lot to worry about. And that's not even including everyone else's problems. 

but really I'm pretty happy.