So I was looking up pictures of female fitness models, when I came across this crazy model named oksana, wearing this peak-of-insanity stiletto. They wanted a stiletto that was SO extreme, that they decided “screw any of the bottom of the foot touching the ground, all we want touching is the tip of the toe, and the bottom of the heel.”
$50 to anyone who locates a pair of these, purchases them, and wears them. My highest offer.

Well, since my last post was a bomb, I will try and make this one worse.

I just had a thought the other day when rummaging through a box of clothes. Wouldn’t it be nice (for the sake of finding lost/misplaced items) if things of similar color some how magnetized to each other? Like if I was looking for my pink shoes, and I found a pink stuffed animal, I would think “Oh good, my shoes are close by!”

(In the mean time, a cute picsh of me and court to make it less text-uous)

So, tonight, in lou of the hot HOT heat, me and alex went down to wintler to soak up the last of the sunshine for the night, and cool off in the water…little did we know, there was some entertainment waiting for us. So it was this girl, actually pretty, a little latino, but not trashy looking, she looked like she owned a coach purse, or at least a fake one, wearing too much make-up for the beach, and sporting some hot-pink bikini bottoms—obviously looking for attention. So, as alex and I waded, with nothing much to talk about except the idiot with the souped (really? soup-ed? like split-pea?) up speed boat that had the whole beach gawking, half of which were thinking “what a moron” and the other half “I wish I could be him” (mostly idiot males, the ones who put the gigantic mufflers on their lowered/spoilered ‘95 hondas), I watched this girl (still keeping up?) who thought she was black get in this black guy’s face saying stuff like “You don’t talk to me like that” and “you stay away from me” while her white tatooed beau was a few feet away arguing with a couple other black men (total there were probably about 5 or 6 people in this scuffle, mostly blacks). All of the sudden this hot-pink bikini drama queen was throwin’ bows at this guy, and then she started making her rounds, ineffectively punching every male in this group (besides her man). In fact, she was so ineffective, that she had to run after them just to get a punch in, and they just kept looking at her like she was a fly trying to get out of a closed screen door. Then, somewhere in the midst of all this showman-or-womanship, a fight actually broke out between two males (one being the boy toy). Then some fists really started getting thrown, all because, from what I could tell, this girl wanted to put on a show and prove to the whole beach that she could beat up a man, despite her futile efforts. So, at this point, a bunch of bystanding males (including alex) jumped in to break things up…and of course these tough guys fighting kept running their mouths, and they kind of walked off, as the fight was temporarily diffused. Then, just a few yards later, these guys started going at it again, this time, everyone on the beach was throwing in their two cents and telling them to knock it off, and to “stop running [their] f**king mouth[s]” So I joined in and told them to quit for the sake of the little kids around. They weren’t listening. So, this time, all of the other males on the beach (between 15 and 20 total) gathered together and got in these punks faces and finally showed their power in numbers…2 idiots vs. the whole beach. Who wins? I don’t know. Go ask your mom. Anyway, they finally decided to give up the ghost, and started walking off, still shouting tough/intimidating things. At this point, people just started clapping, not like “oh good you’re leaving, we’re glad the fight is over” but more like “way to go morons, you just proved to all these people how big of a douche you really are” About 5 minutes later, the po-po showed up, and as me and alex were leaving, we saw the hecklers curbing it between two cop cars, where one of the cops was probably rattling off a list of felony charges they had against them…
damn fools.

So I’m in the process of moving out. It is not fun, but I am sure everyone knows that, so I am not going to write a whole post about the non-fun I experience while packing all my crap up. Rather, since I’ve been packing, I’ve stumbled upon a few things that I haven’t seen since I first moved in as well as some letters etc. It has made for a nice trip down memory lane.

No, but really, I have been realizing how drastically my life has changed in two years. How many phases I’ve gone through, ups downs. I remember when I first moved out the feeling of everything being for the first time, my first time making a meal for myself at my own home, in my own kitchen, the first time I went grocery shopping, the feeling of being free and not tied down to anyone, being able to do whatever I want whenever I want without having to inform a single soul of my intentions. My relationships have changed… A LOT.  Some things I miss, like innocent naive summer kinda love. Well, I guess you could call it love, but you know what I mean. But then I realize how much wiser I’ve gotten, and less childish.
I am really looking forward to moving back to spokane for the time I will be there. I need a break. I need to re-group and re-focus.   I need a good solid plan.  And I do have one, but I need to work out all of the bugs, and do a little more growing up, and I need to just spend some time with myself, working some things out.  I just need to be gone for awhile.