In the works

Just so it's known, I'm working on a playlist/mix cd at the moment. Hopefully it will turn out as good as I want it to.

Also, I want to make a note of two amazing albums I've been enjoying lately:

#1 - Descended Like Vultures by Rogue Wave


They kind of remind me of Nada Surf/Elliot Smith/The Decemberists.


#2 - Because Of The Times - Kings of Leon


Still Kings of Leon, but with a hint of Doves/Radiohead/U2.

Enjoy!

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I can't do it.

Empty Stomach

I have a whole entire ten dollar meal that I took two sips and on bite out of sitting in my fridge. Gotta love the last minute meet-ups.

Tea.


I have no words for how easy this was for me. The next step is the challenge. Isn't that the truth in everything?

As for that playlist . . . you should all just listen to In Rainbows, the new Radiohead album. That's a perfect arrangement. There isn't anything I could or would do to it. Enjoy.

'take care, and untill soon, Juanjo'

Let's just say that I got an e-mail back. Let's just say he hinted at being able to see me. Let's just say that I was okay with that. Let's just say that I'm doing something I've only done once before; putting myself out there.


Cute, cute face.




P.s. I promise there's a playlist coming soon. I don't want this to become some cheesy romance blog like some average livejournal or something (Like anyone is reading this. However, it gives me peace of mind if I mention it).

"We're trying to smoke here",

is what my mom said when she handed the phone to me. Of course Alyssa heard. And she wanted in.

This is sounding like the begining of a bad movie. And downstairs I hear my Dad is still watching 'The Science of Sleep'.

The reason I wanted to type was because I made my third attempt to make contact and this time I think it went through. It's too early to have such high hopes though. I should know that by now.

I don't want to be the girl I used to be. I don't want to be mean. Is this mean? Should I feel guilty? I try to convince myself that I shouldn't. But I still do. Like I said to Joe, I don't want it to be another ten years until we talk to each other.

God. Now that I think about it, I'm waiting to hear from three guys and the only person who has responded to me is the first girl I ever had a crush on.

A Reason For Red

Sally had said that I'd meet a lot of guys since I was working in retail. I tried to stress the fact that it's a 'bead store', attracting mostly middle-age women, with rich husbands, that are bored and need a hobby.


I have now been working there for a little over a year and there have only been two times where a really interesting guy has walked in. I would say that's not too bad considering the common clientele.


Most Recent:
close to 3:00 pm, March 3rd 2008
Asked about 'Native Beads', or at least I think he asked about beads. The way he said the word 'native', though, sounded like it belonged to a woman's anatomy. He spoke very fast, which apparently is common in Chilean Spanish. Did I mention he's from Chile? That comes later.
I guess I should say that when I saw him walk in I knew I had seen him in the store before, but no other memory came to mind. He was wearing a hat. But it looked like he either had a mohawk or a mullet from the looks of it. I caught a glimpse of his Mount Snow ski pass or instructor pass or whatever pass and apparently when he became employed there he had a shaved head.

Such a thin, gentle face to go with a long lean body. Backpack. Bright blue jacket. I don't remember much else. Except that he bought paper lantern string lights that had little dragon flies on them.

I'd also like to point out that today was a day that I decided I wouldn't wear a bra. I didn't put on any make-up, which I've been doing a lot lately. And my hair was nothing spectacular. I guess girls only expect to be noticed when they are having a {perfect} moment.

The talk was back and forth. I mentioned that he should probably come in on a day that Brian works so he could ask him a few more questions regarding any native beads and such. I gave him our business card, he gave me his e-mail.

I'm issuing myself the "Three Day Agreement", as I guess I should call it.

Juanjo.

'I'll give you and e-mail.'

Wink.