My Life in Portland

We all take it too seriously. & no one takes pictures! Wha tha pho? I have a new calling. 

My Final for Sanitation class. I did my presentation on H1N1 aka Swine Flu..

Written & sung by me.. to the music of Best I Ever Had by Drake. Ha!

Worked on my school project today, halfway done. That's a secret too.

But I don't know how I'll ever finish it in time with all of the exams coming up this week. I'm getting irritated with class & uninspired. I hate how fast it moves. The speed is not helping with my confidence in what I'm doing. I feel like things aren't ingrained at the depth I'd like them to be. I know it's just a test though. Another test to prove to myself that I can hack it. Even with school being in the middle chunk of my day, & working all night. & being dirt fucking broke. 

Wow, this entry got depressing depressingly fast.

Anyway, here's something good! I got treated to lunch today! 

Food, & especially taking pictures of it, always makes me feel better.

Sigh.. 

isobel

I organized them into a Collection on Flickr. 

Inside of the collection, items are divided into five sub-folders or Sets, & those are..

Vegetables, Fresh Herbs, Rice!, Dried Herbs & Spices & Salts, Oils & Vinegars.

You can view all of them by clicking here!

You can also view them by clicking the photos below..

They still don't have titles saying what each one is,

so it'll be a fun guessing game, for practice. 

I'll label them with the 'answers' over the weekend. 

Thanks!

isobel

Now I just gotta post them with the titles & stuff. 

Will do tonight or maybe today in class. :p

Until then, enjoy this refresher video on how to Chateau a Potato!!

Paayycceeee!

isobel

Anyway, hopefully I can get all five-hundred-fifty-billion-and-three-thousand-million photos up by tonight,

or maybe tomorrow.... Then I'll work on descriptions, titles, etc. 

Hang tight!

I got some footage of Chef DJ Chateau-ing a potato too. 

Maybe I'll throw that on here.. 

Think he'll mind?

Peace!

isobel

There was so much shit going on for this festival, simultaneously, & ALL over town, over the span of five days.

Anyone who saw everything either had a jet-pack, or unlimited VIP passes; probably both. Seriously, you had to choose wisely. I'm so glad this was at the top of the list though. It ended up being the best show of the week for me. 

No crazy ass mobs, no sweaty guys rubbing on my arms, no boring ass musicians staring at the floor..

& the music.. god.. so nice to hear some boys with soul.

I'm in love..

..anyway, I hope you guys enjoy these. 

I put this together for everyone back home that I know wanted to be there, but couldn't make it out.

Much love! Stay up!

Jamie

Just thought I'd share.

Which means I must still be young. & I'm probably young right now.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to be one of those people that's young for a very long time.

That sounds like a nice thing, but it's not. We'll I guess it is if you're aware of your

suffering &.. like it. I'm not talking about things people talk about when they get all nostalgic 

about their youth. Being confused, & happy, fresh tits sitting under your chin, slaying cute girls.

I mean, the crazy, depressing, existential break down, Sylvia Plath about it all.

I'm 21 now & the only thing that has changed about me, from when I was 17, is that

I can keep my mouth shut about things now. & I've gotten so good at pretending that

certain things don't bother me, that they.. don't. But even still, these things have only 

happened in the past.. year? Maybe two? But I mean, I can't stay quiet forever.

Every so often I sit down & ramble in a long irritating blog & shrink back down five years..

  

  In related news, I set up my email on my computer to download right to the desk top..

But instead of downloading the newest mail.. it downloaded EVERYTHING.

& I have gmail so I save EVERYTHING. & maybe READING everything is what 

triggered this entry.

So many drawnnnn out emails to girls, potential friends. Ex boyfriends/boyfriends inbetween, it's 

all the same shit. I re-read some of the stuff I wrote potential new friends & I must be on crack.

It's no wonder I don't hang out with those people today. It's like I have UNSTABLE written on my forehead.

Some of the stuff to the boys wasn't so bad. Some good poetry came out of it.

A lot of it is just me not letting go. Or not realizing that.. "He's just not that into you."

That book is lame. I haven't read it, maybe that's why I got involved with so many manipulating,

sociopathic, peyote-eyed douche bags.. I mean.. Musicians.. maybe Artists?

I guess I just always thought that at my worst, I was at my funniest, you know, that

self-deprecating kind of humor.

If all of my emails were read, out loud, in a REALLY loud voice I think they'd be hilarious;

they're that dramatic.