life, life

I wrote a new poem to read at Broken Mic on Wednesday (Spokane Poetry Slam's weekly open-mic-esque event). I feel like I have to write new poems for that - I've got so attached to most of my old ones that it's impossible to rework them so they're suitable for reading. I read two of mine two weeks ago, but it was a really tiny crowd and Kurt, the guy who usually is actually semi responsive during readings, wasn't there. Bleh. If it goes over well I'll probably post it here and on dA. If not, you'll just have to WONDER ABOUT IT FOREVER.

Today I am going to Open Interview day at Panda Express. Ima hopefully donate plasma (for money) and drop off some applications at other places, like Fairbridge Inn Express and...and whatever the building is that you're supposed to drop off applications for Spokane County jobs, I forget D:

Does Blogger allow posting of what I'm currently listening to? It would be nice if there was an option for that. I'll fiddle around with it after I post. Right now it only has bullshit like 'add location' and 'labels' and allowing comments and whatnot. Feh.

Uhhhhh. The House episode that aired yesterday and which I watched today in the early hours of the morning with Cole was truly excellent. Lulz and character development were had.

Despite only having watched a season and a half of the previous seven seasons of 24, I am currently keeping up with the eighth (and last) season that's airing right now. In that news: (SPOILER) THEY KILLED RENEE WALKER. Dislike!

It seems like there were more things I wanted to say but I'm forgetting them now. It's the staying up till 5 am that does it, I tell ya. Oh. I'm currently going out with a boy who I met On the Internet, but I don't think I'll say any more about him on my public blog until if/when things become more serious.

Also, I've read books 1-5 of Scott Pilgrim, and I STILL DON'T KNOW IF I LIKE THEM. I mean, you'd figure if I went through the time to read five of the goddamn books I'd know that by now, but, uh, seriously. I don't know D: Mostly it's because they're graphic novel-y things and it takes me about twenty minutes to read a book, so instead of having 500 pages or whatever to think hmmm, do I like this? I only have about 180 or whatever, and it's not EVEN 180 pages of text because 2/3 of it is PICTURES. Which isn't bad. It's just that it's like trying to figure out if I like potato chips. One bite and it's gone. Eeek.