China is planning on forcing the sky to rain in order to ensure nice weather for the upcoming Olympics with a concept called cloud seeding. Cloud seeding, the artificial stimulation of rain, was invented by atmospheric scientist Bernard Vonnegut. Kurt Vonnegut's older brother.

I am sitting in a cafe. Across the street is a twenty something guy with a plethora of necklaces and a woven had. He has a sign made of cardboard and the black ink reads: "My Liver is a Terrorist, Please Help Me Kill it."

French me Podcast

I am trying to learn french from a podcast. Hush all you talkers on the blog I am trying to study my french. 'Bonjour!' and so on. It comes with PDF vocab files for every lesson as well! I am going to be lovely at the romance language quite quickly. J'habite aux Etats Unis. Aujourd'hui c'est Lundi. (its not) I wonder if its even worth my time, I'd like to think so. I am not desirous of food and do not feel like typing the longish entry I had imagined. . .
ahh c'est la vie (spelling is not important! I will be a master!)

Second Hand Smoke Parfume, any takers?

So last night there was a DRAGROCKSHOW at "Dauphines" which is a new cafe where the Raven used to be. It has apparently not made much of a statement as everyone just calls it the "Where the Raven used to be" . . .ahh right. Also, no one can pronounce it. Well, in honor of "V-DAY" and to raise funds there was a drag show and pantie auction as well as bands "Deny the Dinosaur" and "Victory Smokes" ; the latter of which changed their name, just for the evening to "Vagina Smokes" tasteful. Well I had to work and then I was elsewhere for another hour so I missed the drag show. . .I am v. disappointed they are always quite amusing. I say that like I am a veteran or something when really the only one I have gone to was at what was it . . . "the escape"? Well, I Imagine that they are just as fabulous (in fact since that one was v. amature quite a bit better) in any venue so I actually was put out. Well I did catch the bands and that was tres amusant as the singer of the first spent the majority writhing on the floor and it was just post-drag show so the crowd was v. entertaining.
After this extravaganza I as 'hangin' with my people and this guy Sam was telling me the tatoo he has on his knuckles. I thought he was just messing with me as there was nothing there and he said it was one of those tattoos that only showed up under blacklight. I told him he was ridiculous. . .at which point he pulled out a blacklight pen (from his room) and showed me that yes, indeed he had a blacklight tattoo on his knuckles. I suggest wriing something on your forehead and then going clubbing. . . yeah, rock that shi*
I have neglected you blog and for that I have no remorse!!!!!!
I am sorry.

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Once again I sit. I sit and drink too much coffee and I get jittery. Ahh such is life. Only this time I brought along some wheat free biscotti that counter acted the jitteryness that comes with an empty stomach. I am also listening to European lounge music, and I have to pee. Just so all are updated on my current situation. I am near the door: bad idea considering it is about 9 degrees out but there is a heater by my right leg. That makes an odd mix on temperatures in different spots on my person.

I have sucessfully, though it has alluded my many times, puchased my books for school (which starts monday) and I am out 277 dollars. Nice. All the more reason to buy an internal frame backpack and escape (esCAPAY)to europe. I dont need to eat, its cool. I can subsist on liquids and the occasional fabulous cuisine easily for three to six months.

Someone just let a dog in. I love Missoula, dogs are accepted as part of the population, basically welcome and found anywhere; I have not seen one in the grocery store however.

Ahh look at the time. . .ahh ssss.s.s.the time. . . oh you want to come over and watch a movie? AHAHAHAHAHA WRONG MOVE SUCKA!!! wh
why would you do that? Dont do that?
Ahh Dane. You fill my mind with pointless thoughts.
Actually where I WAS going was to say ahh look at the time I must be off to distribute homemade organic pastries to the masses along with coffee that were it any stronger would get up and walk out. . .mmmmm. All compared to you are just water dressed in brown.

Moldy Gingerbread People

Damn and blast! I wrote what I will tell you was a fabulous 'blog' entry but as I was finished the internet I was 'borrowing' from some neighbor cut out and left me high and damp. That was last night, now I am in a coffee shop with my long time friend Boo. She has a laptop so I am not being rude. . . I know you were concerned.
So the other night I had one of those o-so-annoying encounters with an aquantiance that I hadn't seen in a while, it went thusly:
"Oh my gosh, I haven't . . like. . seen you since our trip!"
"I know." in my head: you lived here, not like you couldnt have, or called but you didnt and I didn't so its not suprising.
" Wow!"
"yeah"
Later:
"So you should come out and visit us"
"In bozeman?, why?"
"Because you missed us"
"Umm. . But why would I go to bozeman?" My head happens to be full of snot, so I apparently think slowly and am rude.
" Why wouldn't you?"
In my head: Why would I? We haven't spoken since june, why would i Drive to bozeman?
"Admit it you missed us."
Etc. . .
I hate those. . . you know both of you dont really mean it or think you do then but wont make any effort, its just icky.
Wow, do I ever have to use the restroom (coffee does that I hear). So I'll say adeiu for now my invisible friends!

Grandma Got Stuck in the Window and we Kept the Gifts

Going on two shots of espresso and two large cups of drip coffee. . . great I wonder if I'll explode. I have been building up a tolerance as I get free coffee at my place of business. Not really a good thing considering I tend to work in the eve'n times.

As a rule, during business hours we are required to play Christmas music; this now includes an Alvin and the Chipmunks rendition of "Blue Christmas", "Christmas Comedy" and my personal favorite "Kitten Christmas" which features a chorus of kittens mewing to the classics. It actually sounds more like someone has locked them under the stairs for twelve days and is poking them with a sharp stick. . . ahhh the holidays. Anything to spice up the old classics I suppose. After hours is another story however.

I've got the shakes.

This guy behind me is dominating the conversation. He seems to be the only one talking. Either that or the others are very quiet and slipping their comments in under my radar. His flow of speech seems uninterrupted.

Ive recently decided I am a hat person. I don't own many or even plan to buy any but I am in full support of their existence. I hope my support of this campaign doesn't backfire.

My dad is remodeling his house (well others are) and it is going to be a stretch to get it finished before the Christmas Celebration. Last night he was hanging out in the garage because he can't walk on the floor. When he wanted to go to bed he would climb in the window and only travel from bedroom to bathroom. Basically he's a hobo. "Honey it's time to open gifts! Would you mind coming in through the window? Oh and help your grandmother, she tends to get stuck on the way out!" Good thing Grandma's not comin' this year. . .

I was a GoodWill the other day and I bought a flannel plaid button up shirt (gap kids XL boys section); its for my lumberjack look. My friend insisted on buying this "ornament" which was a person-like creature with wire wiggly antenna, a bug shaped body, wings and a water bottle marked "jitter Juice" More than scary. He hid it in my house. I found it yesterday, I had just gotten up and groggily opened the fridge to find it staring down at me. . . better than coffee. Merry Christmas indeed you sick f*ck that designed this thing, merry Christmas indeed.

Once again my attempt at making my Christmas gifts failed miserably. I never give myself time. 'Oh yeah I can make 12 scarfs in 3 days.' Whatever, I made one and I am proud.















Merry Christmas Blogging Losers and A Happy New Year!

Starfish in wrinkled Frog pajamas

I start at my new place of employment at four of the o'clock this afternoon. I wonder if my inablility to count will negativly affect my performance.

All this week I have filled out evaluations sheets for all my teachers. I hope that they consider my highly informed and truthful opinion with the respect it deserves and fire a quarter of thier staff. Somehow, though they say that these actually matter and the actually will take them into serious concideration, I find this doubtful considering how many students attend who then fill out around 5 each. Whatever, I did give the self professed 'Nazi teacher' the review of her life. I must say I never would have thought that would be a desirable attribute, one with which to introduce youself.

I think I may have a really kickin' Christmas song collection.