five things

five things

Ten years ago:
July 95. 16 years old and working at Vancouver Children's Therapy Center specializing in chasing autistic four year olds and making them laugh. I was also addicted to meth in a very responsible Virgo way. I started paying rent and bills and buying my own groceries. One day I got stoned and jumped into the Lewis River and my glasses washed off my face, so I was rather fucked for awhile. Marcy spent several weeks driving me around and referred to herself as my "seeing eye bitch." I remember that before I could scrape together the money to buy contacts, Mommycat had her first litter of kittens in my dresser drawer. Katherine and Erick got married one day when I had been up for three days. My hair was very orange and very ugly.


Five years ago:
July 2000. I was 21, living alone in the apartment with the huge deck on Mill Plain in Vancouver, working as a full time assistant I at Vancouver Circulation. Erica taught me to cook and to appreciate Abba. B-rad rented my living room floor from me for a few months, and hanging out with him was pretty much my only reliable source of fun. We watched SLC Punk three times a day and he would drag me out of bed if I was sleeping to drink Milwaukee's Best Ice and watch that fucking movie. I was undergoing NAET allergy treatments on the weekends so I usually couldn't touch or eat anything or leave the house on my days off- in retrospect, that was really poor planning. I was still having panic attacks and huge bouts of depression all the time. I believe that was the month that Jeff and Sage up and moved to Seattle without saying goodbye, which just made everything worse.

One year ago:
Living in the woods in the mold alone, alone, alone. Spending most of my time in Vancouver working and crashing in the basement at Jeff and Sage's because I couldn't get a job up here to save my life. The cats were miserable and so was I. Jim and I fought nearly every time we saw each other.

Yesterday:
I had a nice giddy time working at the library. Joked around with Kellie all day, drank a lot of coffee, got to do actual desk work instead of endlessly shelving. After work I came home and drank beer. Moved a couch outside. Fraoigh and Kaden and Liina came over, and then later our neighbor Jared came over with two people I didn't know and whose names I can't remember, but I think a good time was had by all. We really drank a lot of beer. Beer is good. Fell asleep watching DEBS on the floor downstairs where the couch used to be.

Today:
Woke up on the floor staring into the art crawl space above the bathroom door, could not figure out where the hell I was. Made some tofu for breakfast while listening to Count Basie. Flea combed the cats while listening to New Order. On the agenda for the rest of the day: tear out the carpet in the back room, wash the dishes, do laundry, vacuum and mop the floors, continue chipping away at the mountains of misplaced clothing upstairs. I'm going to spend awhile playing my bass and then maybe go find a quiet place on the hill from which to watch the Lakefair fireworks tonight.

Tomorrow:
I think I might go see a movie, maybe go for a bike ride. Make darn sure the laundry is done. I don't have to work- maybe I will see if I can take care of the greeting card stuff that needs doing, like figuring out how the finances are going to work since I have a bunch of checks from the stores made out to Bread and Roses . Maybe I'll clean the coffee and cat hair out of my keyboard so that it works properly again.


Five snacks I enjoy:
Baby carrots, Tings, fruit, popsicles, vegan jerky.


Five bands that I know the lyrics of MOST of their songs:
Sky Cries Mary, Nirvana, AC/DC, Squirrel Nut Zippers, Journey


Five things I would do with $100,000,000:
Find and purchase the writing commune site of my dreams, pay off my student loans and pay cash for the rest of my schooling, fund projects to benefit low-income people, buy up land to prevent it from being developed, not worry about working to make ends meet any more thereby freeing me up to become a rock star/writer/union agitator/general force to be reckoned with

Five locations I'd like to run away to:
Hornby Island, the Makah res, Europe in general, Japan, Amish country

Five things I like doing:
writing, singing, cooking, applying adhesives to stuff, swimming


Five things I wish I could wear:
Jesus, I don't know. I can pretty much get away with wearing anything provided I can find something that fits me. I've always wished that I could be more chameleonic instead of looking like Kerry wearing something silly. Like I wish I had some convincing goth clothes and one or two outfits worthy of performing metal in. The only problems I have with clothes are finding ones I like that fit me, and being able to afford them.


Five TV shows I like:
Kids in the Hall, Arrested Development, the Simpsons, Beavis and Butthead, Queer Eye

Five movies:
Strange Brew, Kung Fu Hustle, Pink Flamingos, The Big Lebowski, Camille Claudel

Five famous people I'd like to meet:
John Waters, Rob Halford, Annie Sprinkle, that chick who is having a ton of plastic surgery done so she can look like a cat, Siouxie Sioux

Five biggest joys at the moment:
Killing fleas, jumping off shit, singing, writing, thinking about what I want to do with my life (although it's still a little terrifying trying to figure anything out, mostly it's exhilirating; I am beginning to believe the cool prophecies that people have been telling me about me since I was a wee Canuck)

Five favorite toys:
Hoses, handguns, inner tubes, axes, duct tape

Five People who I would like to see do this:
The Swamphouse livejournal love-tyme club!
edoggy
rizat
becala
grumpkins
And that cheery representative of the dormitory children, polkadotvynl