I can’t believe it’s already been two months. I miss you a lot.
The shirt I am wearing has bejeweled buttons and doesn’t close all of the way because of my melons. I think “breasts” is a boring, dry, term. so I prefer something more poetic or flamboyant, perhaps both at once? To be honest I am much better at discovering new titles for the southern hemisphere of my male counterparts, but, I suppose, that will be left for another time.
Today I met a horse logger with 4 horses, a chef, and a magician. That is not a lie either, as much as it seems like it.
The logger travels in a cart that is pulled by his horses, and has been doing so for four years. He explained to us that he is looking for work, and that he was on his way to Junction City the next morning (at this time he was camped near Fern Ridge Lake). His horses were dirty and wet, and one of them kept rolling around like a dog. He also showed us where he lived inside his cart, which was complete with a stove and internet access. I know for a fact I couldn’t live like that for an extended period of time, let alone four years. My hat is off to you, logger man
After doing some errands we went to dinner at Kabuki’s (a teppanyaki restaurant) for my Uncle Ned’s 51st birthday. The chef we had was someone we had before, he was very entertaining and cooked a really good meal. Right before he left, he called over someone named “The magic man.” I just assumed it was a stupid nickname, but when I saw his neck tie with different suits from a card deck on it, I realized what was going on.
What do you say to a magician who has been reduced to working a Japanese restaurant in Eugene Oregon? “I’m Sorry” comes to mind, as well as the question “What happened?” But to most people that would be considered rude. He had a ‘sad clown’ air about him, which was depressing considering he was supposed to be the entertainment.
I am at home with Oscar. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen him. I’m surprised he remembers me. We had a cuddle/dinner session on the couch. I fed him chicken. I usually hate chewing with mouth open, but when he does, it makes me love him even more. I tried to put my arm around him like we were friends in this picture. He didn’t like it.
Last night was pretty damn awesome. Nice conversation, good music, glowing drinks! (had no idea tonic water glowed under black lights, thank you Adrian, I learn something new everyday)
We actually went to the bars somewhat early too. (considering that we usually go about a half hour before they close) it was a nice change of pace.
We went to Snafu first because Brad and I needed to pee really bad, and apparently cowfish starts charging cover after 12:00? I had no idea. While waiting in line a giant (I would assume) lesbian came up behind me and grabbed my ass. I was scared for my life, mostly because I was alone in line at this point.
After I emptied my bladder we danced for a while. I found a dime on the floor and Robbie and I were playing “catch”? with it. Basically dancing/sliding it back and fourth to each other. (And then I kicked it too far and we couldn’t find it. Oops)
We then went to cowfish (which at that point was letting people in for free) and danced for a really long time. Multiple people were coming up to us and joining in/copying our dance moves. It was really funny.
After that we started to walk to pita pit, but the lobby was way too full. So Adrian suggested we go to Riva’s (24 hour Mexican food place) I ordered a chicken burrito. & when I order chicken burritos, I expect at LEAST cheese, or some rice. beans? tomato? anything? This burrito was literally a tortilla and chicken. Not even sauce. I feel like that place thrives on ripping drunk people off. First and last time I will go there.
After my less than desirable meal, we went back to Adrian’s apartment. Suddenly it became an underwear dance party. I was then reminded of a thought I had when I was getting dressed to go out. “I guess I’ll wear my see through underwear, it’s not like anyone is going to see them tonight” LOL I guess I called that wrong.
After I got home Byron and I watched Blade 2 and I ate some soup.
My hair is acting out of character today (but in a good way)
Last night I had a dream I was eating a giant tater tot and a blonde woman was trying to shoot me with a rifle. Well.. I had a rifle too. But every time I would look through the scope it was blurry, and I couldn’t see any further than just looking with my eyes. So I decided to hide under a car but then she found me.
*The more I keep looking at this picture of myself, the more I want to delete it. It’s creeping me out.
This is me being upset about dropping my laptop. this pose is makin’ me look like a chubster but I don’t care, it shows my true feelings about laptopbreakage.
Tonight I am spending the evening at the Bareback Bungalo. I am going to have dinner and possibly talk about becoming a cyborg. That is the only intelligent subject I want to talk about. Besides cannibals.
This is me right now. I’m going into town in about 30 minutes.
*This is reminding me of those hipster photos with stupid girl quotes in white text. That’s freaking me out a little bit, BUT…I might edit this later as a joke. Any ideas for what quote I should use?
**I need a hair cut.
Time to be full of myself! I suppose a blog about ME is already a bit conceited, but just to top it off, lets do a little ‘getting to know you’ survey.
Name: Kassidy Allison Zuniga
Nickname(s): Wildcat, Kass
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Brown
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Sexual orientation: Straight
Do you have a crush on someone?: ;3
Have any pets: Deogie, Iggy, Oscar, Gladis
Have a job: Hopefully soon. Just attending school currently.
Have any fears: close people to me dying, or I suppose, death in general. I’m tired of dealing with it.
Parents Still Together: No.
Siblings: Brother, half-sister
Stole this from effinsonofagun