Saturday, August 30, 2008

I'm growing my hair out...

and reading Thoreau.

Friday, August 29, 2008


My phone conversation last night:

Li: Hi Dad it's me.
Dad: Which one?
Li: Me, LIsa
Dad: Oh. Hi. (sort of in a trailing voice as in wondering where Mom is so that she can resolve my needs, so he can get back to work.)
Li: I got into an accident.
Dad: AGAIN?@! (shock for point two seconds, then a sigh)
Li: No Dad, a car hit me.
Dad: Oh.
Li: I was driving to work from my other work and someone rear-ended me.
Dad: They wha?
Li: REAR-ended, me. (enunciating loudly)
Dad: Is everything okay?
Li: The trunk won't shut and the brake light is broken.
Dad: Are you okay?
Li: Yah, I'm fine, I only hit my head on the back of the seat.
Dad: What?

insert a lot of discussion about insurance, including but not limited to reading him the different kinds of coverage we have on the good ol' cutlass.

Dad: Okay well.
Li: Yah. So I'll call the insurance tomorrow.
Dad: Okay.
Li: Bye Dad.
Dad: Bye.

He's so funny.

I only cried a little bit. I promise.

Monday, August 25, 2008

(this is you for Phil!)


and this is where I eat my Crispix and soy milk!

Thursday, August 07, 2008


Please, kind readers, excuse my recent absence. I've been... busy? Honestly, I don't know where the time goes. As you know I am working two jobs: Designer for ISU Alumni Association and Server at The Café. So I suppose that has been occupying my time. I also moved into my own place recently. While exciting, it is very scary for me.

I hate stuff.
During my last year in college a couple of years ago, I streamlined my belongings. Only having the necessary items. I had backpacked Europe with just my Kelty bag... I liked that. At the time, I didn't know where I would be going... It could have been anywhere. And now much to my chagrin, I find it is right where I was? Anywho, the point of this story is that I am scared to commit to things... purchased items (ie: sofas, queen-sized beds, a dining table), signing a lease to my apartment. It really pisses me off. Grrrr! I say GRRRRRR! and Rawr! And at the moment that means a strong desire to leave Ames....

Ironically, in my relationships... It seems I only want commitment.


Whelp. Such is life.

Two more things:
Iron and Wine (Pocketknife's Rooftop Telescope Edit)
Shugo Takumaru