Volley Ball Tournament Ages 12-18

These girls are getting so fucked. they're walking around in tiny shorts with huge bags of ice on their knees in between games. I don't understand. But i guess sports have always been, so i won't judge and say its some thing for tools and rich people...even though it KIND of is. but anyway anyway.

The girls walked out of the lobby and the moms were still behind chatting, so i ask "whats happened to all their knees?" They all just stared at me like a freak for talking to them...which happens often and i hate...is that really a thing? "don't talk to the help" fuck. So yeah, one of them speaks up " a lot of them just have had injuries that cause long term irritation sometimes, they act up." All i could say was "wow, that sucks, some of them were walking like my grandpa did! that must be painful!" They just scoffed and went back to chatting.

Gross.

I stayed up until five this morning watching the second disc of the first season of the O.C. It's Totally amazing how much these women talking in the lobby right now are like those stupid moms on that show.

Arizona

It is Glorious here.

This is just a snapshot of the sky somewhere in between here and Prescott.

I wonder what kind of dinosaurs lived in desert lands. I'll look that up and get back to you.

7:07

Oh

My House.

This will be a frequent topic on this blog. So I'll start with a little visual intro ...

I am starting to love this house. I am really into making a house a home. I've been here almost a year and I'm still only getting settled. For as much as I had to move around growing up you would think I was used to doing this. But i guess it is a lot harder to make an entire HOUSE feel like yours, instead of just one room.

Happy Monday!

MKY

A good friend of mine moved in with me in January. We've shared a house and recent events have caused a slight ripple in our pond of friendship. Now he's moving out and moving on. It makes me sad, but we are still friends and i will miss seeing him all the time.

This does teach me something though. I am for the most part, an intolerant individual, when it comes to my territory and toes being stepped on. Not everyone i know is this way, I am surrounded by lots of people who are quite passive, and tend not to verbalize their frustrations or oppositional standpoints.

I can't do that. Everyone knows when i'm pissed off, happy, sad, interested, bored, aroused, turned off, etcetera. Unfortunately, I do wear my heart on my sleeve.

New things are in the works for us all. My future roomate is also a friend. I have a good feeling about this one.

Life. Is. Exciting.

Posting.

This is going to be a blog intended for no one other than myself i suppose. At least at first, then if people stumble upon and enjoy what they read. i might start getting selfconcious about what i put in here and start holding back. i will just try to always remember no one really cares or looks at most of these, they just scroll through and look for interesting photographs. I won't pay much attention to punctiation or capitalizations. I'll try to post pleasant images. They'll always be pleasant to me. The name on the URL was chosen because i ACTUALLY wanted to start a blog just talking a lot of shit about all the tools that are beginning to surround me in what used to be the city i felt best in this valley. It's all happening and downtown phoenix is finally the new "it" for Arizona. Instead of shit talking, I'll talk about myself. Which isn't as fun to me, other people are much more interesting.

Vent.

Let's Make Fun.