sunday night fight

the last twelve hours of thanksgiving break

1. Eat frozen burrito, look at the clock, say oh shit it's late.

2. Go to triclops/hanson bros show at great american music hall, wish it was next weekend instead.

3. sweat & punch at rock and roll concert; get punched and sweated on.

4. return home at 1am and attempt to do most of the homework I put off all week until tonight.

5. Curse my woeful procrastinativeness.

6. Wake up and go to class.

Blue Monday

Snooze x 3
kettle
green tea
Captain Crunch
get dressed
Dont forget lunch
drive
Robins Zodiac Zone
educate young minds via Montessori Method
Be happy I remembered lunch
finish Montessori Methods for day
Listen to new Rage mix from Jason
Pat cats
eat something
Finish Montessori Art Album cover for class
Stress out about class
Miss Jason because he is working nights
Kettle
Sleepytime tea
hot bath
classical music
sleep

bare minimum

the problem is not with me...
it is the prospect of my time wasted on my someone
else's behalf of, wait...
.....it is the
accountability of the things
that i feel i might need to do....
if they were all going to be accounted for
i do them all
but some might be
and some might not....


Monday:
wake
fish mkt
organic
immuno
lunch
lab
nap
dinner
study
sleepytime tea
microwave rice bag
sleep

"I'm good, Grampa..." "......good for what?"

recap of today's to do list:

awake. think... snow? no. frost.
quietly call "Berkeley... ......" from my bed and behind my closed door. hear him whimper and become restless behind the barricade. I keep calling. "Berkk.....Berkeley.. come here..." he barks impatiently... Ma catches on... and lets him in to say good morning. and happy thanksgiving.
coffee.crossword.jumble.
shower, get dressed.
Dad's by 11. talk about how Tyler really shouldn't have gotten his license, how Nick's work banned him from the coffee area, and about how dad needs to meet "the punks" I think I'm going to be living with.
catch Dad steal the roll off a family friend's plate while she blessed the meal...
watch Buppy, my grandfather, only use grunts, eyebrows and fists to communicate what dish he wanted. and how much.
ride with Gram and Gramp to Plymouth for dinner #2. Cash and Lynn on cassette.
"I'm thankful for family, friends and unicorns."
eat the equivalent of 23,234 lobsters, lazy man style. deep fried turkey and the fixings.
think about the perfect Thanksgiving bite- ask me about it.
wrestle isabella.
feel sick.
burp. rematch.
back to Dad's to get the truck. have a piece of Rhonda's homemade cheesecake.
get bombarded with air pellets..... ?? brothers.
take note of the milky way. become amazed that it is there, all the time. no matter what I do.
think about that more.
quiet, dark house. fire going. gorged. limp. lucky.

thanks!

1. Drive sis

2. Visit grands

3. Go for walk w/ grand-pa

4. gas-up/ check fluids/ air

5. do the same for car

6. drive. chug coffee. early 90's hip-hop.

7. voila

8. sleep with sophie-dog in fireside futon-bed

light bright keyboard

gear up.

stretch.
sit up. evaluate the weather for the day according to cloud cover, sun shine and blue birds.
pomegranate tea or dark roast coffee toast and crossword.
pack up. don't forget toothbrush.
walk to the truck saying, "NoticketpleaseNoticketpleaseNoticketplease"
meet Roy. pay him for being my friend. or for sec deposit.
gym. (scope people's tattoos and wonder if they still like them.)
workydurky. 11-4ish.
pop in Tucker or the Judds and sing very seriously all the way home. No skipping tracks. heat on the feet window cracked.
pick up Berkeley some treats for the truck... he keeps sniffing about them.
roll into 81 Jug Hill by 6... talk dog and scratch ears.
have dinner at home. fire going.
learn an icelandic expression. or. make one up.
bed in a real bed with clean sheets, dried on the clothes line.

tonight

put clothes on.

go get falafel

pack

find gloves

floss

call saul

meet saul

get gas

drive

drive

drive

sleep

Belize 11/25/08

Things to do tonight:

1. Lie in a hammock overlooking the Carribean as the sun sets watching dolphins jump.

Happy Thanksgiving, turkeys!

Love, Hache

now, aren't we

preparing for the giving

I am leaving my newly beloved Brooklyn tomorrow at 8:30 pm, to return to Maine.

here is what I must do before I can leave.

1. move my car to better parking

2. go to work.

3. not pull the emergency break on the subway like some jackass did today

4. pack my bags.

I will need several pairs of pants, a nice outfit to eat thanksgiving in, my toothbrush, toothpaste, electric razor, not electric razor, underwearsoxpantsshirts, wetsuit, gloves, booties, ipod, computer chargers for all things electric, and a good attitude. 

thats about it. 

oh yeah, go to the bank.

welp. not to exciting for blog numero uno. but I do have to do these things that this was helpful.

ps. be in town portland friday night if any of you are out and about.

11/24/08

1. wake up; crack back

2. hawk loogie

3. tea kettle

4. yell at brother dan

5. take off slippers

6. put on boots

7. take dan to school; yell 'douchebag' at slow/stupid drivers

8. eat balanced meal

9. write some stuff; crunch some numbers

10. walk by seashore

11. pick up dan

12. suppah

13. cheap movies

14. tea kettle

15. sleep

11/24/08

To Do Tomorrow:

1. Get up by 8

2. Punch self in face

3. Go back to bed

4. Get up by 9

5.  Eat breakfast; cry

6. Get some interviews for article

7. If not, fabricate data

8. Write bones of article

9. 2:45-4:00: class

10. Work at 4

10a. Don't stab anybody in face

11. Go to cheap movie night

12. Shut phone off- 

13. Make to-do list