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it has been a rush of words for the past little bit. working full time while being at school full time while trying to find housing while trying to keep my social butterfly-self out of its cage while still finding time to indulge in life's simple pleasures, giggles, homework, and the ridiculous love interest or infatuation.

SO. work wise: i am excited to draw the promotional drinks on my starbucks' boards on tuesday. the fact that i am being paid to doodle my ridiculous leaves and swirls along with putting starbucks aliases such as venti awesome or shawty makes me smile.

SPEAKING OF THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE.

THEY WERE SO MUCH BETTER

THAN I THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE.

those fellas rocked the ceiling off of the bell center. this concert was crammed with pre-pubescent kiddies as far as the eye could see. even with the shattering ear drum from the shrieks and purity ring tosses (just kidding), it was great. two highlights would have to be when nick had a mano-o-mano moment with us (the audience). he's just chillin' there on the piano tellin' us about diabetes and how he thought he was going to die. all ending saying that he didn't let it slow him down, we should not let anyone or anything slow us down, and that we were his inspiration. i gotta say, the little nick jonas got me at the gut. it was oprah-worthy shit that speech of his. other than that, when big rob came out for burnin' up the building should have just burst into flames right then and there. it was killer.

SPEAKING OF KILLER!

(master of segways today)

there is this starbucks, okay? that..... i am beyond head over heels. i think it's more of a head TO heels because i am just on the ground declaring my love affair for this place. i've come here a couple of times. mainly after beirut where one girl said that i was going to have a panty-flinging good time (check blog for evidence), also there was this hysterical guy there who i said i envied for his barista berret. only the OLD SKEWL ones have them. but i digress.

i came in yesterday getting an iced triple grande caramel macchiato and there was this gay guy working who i ALWAYS see there and he was like "you're back! OMGZ THATZ SO GRREEAT!" and we got to talking and stuff. he then was on break and spent his ENTIRE break just chillin' with me and telling me about some six-foot-six wonder that he is seeing and the deetz on all the partners at the starbucks (bleeker, horseface sabrina, and a bunch of other names that i don't remember) we also talked about how we are both going to regina spektor's concert. so anyway. fast forward through the day and i ended up going to there a grand total of FIVE times. when i went back, my beret barista was there whose name i learned was jordan.

i'm going to be blunt right now: i predict will-they-won't-they tension between me and j-boy. or as i have titled him: boorista. he is just the cutest thing in the world. yes, all us baristas are flirts by nature because we want some tip. but this guyyyyyyy. he is the cute chubby but perfect boy in those movies that the indie girl falls in love with. I am spending my entire day in a starbucks doing homework (but have been blogging since i got here) so i can just see all this amazing people (including j-dawg) interact and be as ridiculous as i am. eric (my gay barista best friend at this starbucks) is telling me to transfer here and telling me about his unfolding love life, one guy is charging me 15 cents for a drink and earning 4 dollars in tip, and boorista boii is simply just being the cute little thing that he always is by interrupting me in my little bubble by waving and gesturing me to smile, talking about being barista bouncers, snapshots, whistling and asking me to join in, etc. just generally adorable.

ALL THIS TO SAY i am actually considering transfering here. it's easier to get to than my own starbucks. though i have to build my boss's trust right now. long story.

OKAY. i covered all bases that i wanted to before i dive into my homework assignments. so i will stay in touch (life permitting).

your over-indulgent starbucks freak bag,

mtb.

it got erased.

i wrote about half a blog about my utter exhaustion.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then i clicked back.
and lost it.
sorry guys.
sleep before peeps.

love,
mtb.

"i was relieved to see your name"

this beast of an employee has come back from having the summer off and she essentially was coming back today. i was doing close and was majorly complimented when she told me that she could not have been happier to see anyone else's name on that sheet of paper but mine. i shined for a solid five minutes after that.

i feel like this page needs a picture.

also, i would like to have my computer cleaned out & organise favourites, youtube account, twitter, pictures, music, files, etc.

that's right. i can be disgusting in that way. what of it!

gooooooodnight now.

yours truly and not-so(500) days of summer later,

anal girl.

p.s: i realise now that i should have put osheaga on that list.

p.p.s: i also realised that i somehow didn't find it necessary to mention the teletubby baby that is glowing on my village of a to-do list.

p.p.p.s: i still do not know what p.s stands for nor do i know if it's correct to add more p's or more s's.

we live the hustle to keep us on the backbeat.

this is going to be cheap and cheated. but it's a post.
school is in two do-dos. i cannot believe it.
also realized that i have my driving theory on tuesday at 8:50.
i also realised foam parties are dangerous, that mandy moore's fake cases of leukemia can open up gates and thoughts i have buried, that i enjoy them kids by sam roberts a lot, and that i am a crybaby.
the last two aren't all that new.

i have to wake my maman now.

your sympathetic cheapskate (that is soo incorrectly spelled),
mtb.

our good grandfather built a wooden nest

WHICH WILL LEAD ME TO BUILD YOU A NICE PATIO.
that's right, fools. i got the official thumbs up for habitat for humanity to volunteer!
once a month. pretty magnificant. it's the very least i could do and i'm doing it.

for those bob the builders or ginny givers.

also, gonna toss out an idea that is being tossed around.

my friend brandae & i have been wanting to go to a postsecret event. we actually came very close to booking one last spring HOWEVER at the last minute, they were closed to the public.

HOWEVER.

It appears, not this time.

so the plans are back on.

well, in motion, anyway.

we will way the pros and cons of this event being thrown on a school night in mid week and see if mr.warren can be put on the waiting list.

for the few who don't know...

this is one that i found YEARS back that now as a barista, i think of everytime an s.o.b. enters my service field.

also, just wanted to toss out there that on the postsecret myspace account (that has just recently been put to a stop), there are people who have posted cellphone numbers for those who would like to anonymously send a secret. essentially, it's postsecret gone lingo, handheld, instant, and slightly creepy. at least you can check out a person's music choices before telling them about what REALLY happened on that sofa couch at aunt linda's three months ago.

TUNE:

BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS - FLEET FOXES

i was spending my morning today chillin' by my cash register waiting for customers while sippin' on a doppio mezzo soy no whip cinnaom dolce latté in a mug when this song leaked into the room. i went to replay it... five... times. it was one of those moments where the flood gates open and you think

'' life ain't half bad. ''

side bar (again):

i have my registar's appointment tomorrow for school.

after my authorized leave last november, i have not set foot into a classroom that i wasn't teaching or assisting.

also, i am registered in a film program that is giving me that sinking stomach feeling. raised to listen to the jiminy cricket inside me, i am going to the miracle maker tomorrow and saying:`

''HI. So i know that i am supposed to be going into this program, but the insect with a top hat inside me told me not toooo... soooooo... i was KINDA hopin' that you could find me a program that could have me writin' stuff, actin' stuff, makin' stuff, and ideally have music and me meetin' chris martin part of that mix. ALSOZ, i KIIIINDA want fridays off. and a barista in the cafeteria... URDABEZT.''

soon followed by a stray jacket or mallet on the noggen.

but you know how it is. after a while, what jiminy says...

UPDATE:

because i don't send my readers out in the world without a test drive, i txtd a person who oh-so graciously posted their number on postsecret's myspace and received the response:

''It has to happen at some point, right? I don't think it's bad. Really''

then followed by me txting back a thank you and a congradulations on the engagment that she posted about. then realized that was a complete misunderstanding.

AWKWAAAAAAAAAAARD.

so with THAT, i bid you goodnight.

wish me luck!

your secret txter,

mtb. lolz

what i'm going to be bringing to the next party.

CHEEZBURGER CUPCAKES! GENIUS!

procrastinating(writingaboutosheagabecauseitwassoamazing)ly yours,

mtb.

it wasn't much of a conversation...

"You are not at a loss for words today, even when talking about tender feelings that you don't normally share. But a combination of circumstances now enables you to feel quite secure, so you're more willing to take a risk. Don't worry about how others might respond. As long as you aren't overly dramatic in your delivery, the conversation should go fine."
-Rick Levine's forcast for us Geminis.

so first mistake: a lot has happened and a lot for me to take down and tell my two readers about. and a lot has happened that i can never ever talk about.

but anyway. this is just to show how shitty i am at keeping promises.