Hello, world! Longtime no babble. I've been telling myself lately that I need to "make a blog" if that tells you anything about the strength of my cerebrum. I had to double check to see if this site in fact belonged to me, well, eighteen-year-old me, who wrote the previous posts. Fortunately (and unfortunately considering the grammatical whatnots I've learned since my earlier years), it was me and I already set up camp. Note to self: look for memory enhancing vitamins. Or write things down. The latter will not happen so vitamins might be my only hope. I will, however, need to write down what I need for when I go to the nearest Vitaminworld, or undoubtably forget what I went there for.

On that note, who wants to hear about my morning? Oh, you do? Great. Well, I spent the night at my boyfriend's house. We had a nice, mellow night. He made me dinner (salmon skewers, yummy to my tummy) and we just hung out. Watched a few episodes of Dog The Bounty Hunter because we're really cool. Minor details. So, I left after he did this morning because I'm a lazy ass and it was my day off and I wanted to sleep in. I skuddled down the stairs around 9 and awkwardly shimmy-shimmy-shook under the garage door while it was doing its best to squish me. What did I forget inside? Oh, just my car keys. So I'm locked outside of the house and outside of my car. Stuck between a four bedroom house and a crappy red Oldsmobile, if I may. So I lay there, waiting for someone to assist my dumb ass. An hour and a half later keys arrived. Sometimes I wonder if I will forget to breathe if I don't think about it hard enough. Again, must get memory vitamins!

Other than that it was a nice summer day. Sunny and hot in Portland (finally!) It has been the crappiest spring. In fact, there was no spring. My boat of an Oldsmobile, mentioned earlier, has no A.C. which is proving to be quite the bitch. I've been driving that thing to a pulp lately. Eugene, Portland, back to Eugene, back to Portland, Welches, Oregon City. All in, oh, three days. Sorry, car. My sumer will consist of lots of mileage. I'm baristaing in Eugene and interning (intern shipping, intern sailing, intern voyaging?) in Portland for Betty Rides, the original independent snowboarding outerwear company targeted entirely towards women. Loving it so far! Everyone is really nice and I'm eager to learn more about the company, the industry and marketing and advertising endeavours.

So that is where I am in my little life. I'd like to tell you everything that has happened since my last post but my cerebrum won't let me and this Lifetime movie is getting really juicy. As I watch this so clearly made for T.V. movie, my step dad says "Eat shit, Buckwheat. See ya later" at the bad guy that got whacked by the distressed damsel wielding a shovel. What a proper way to sign off.

Goodnight, Buckwheats.