pinballing pedestrians

pinballing pedestrians. def: n: the exremely annoying, far too common occurance when pedestrians (usu. paired) somehow occupy the ENTIRE SIDEWALK when walking, preventing people walking behind them in the same direction to pass by. the worst and most freaking annoying type is when ONE PERSON is able to do the same. goooodneeeeeess.

(and san francisco sidewalks are gargantuan. perhaps i should have devised another two terms: one for texas sidewalks, and one for san franciscan. but i don't want to coin another term).

the previous paragraphs exemplify my unusually high levels of bitterness and frankness in my daily communications with others as of late. last week, rudy and steph initially noted how frank, bold and direct i am - appreciating it, wishing they could say the same about themselves. but... i soon thought in my teeny, self-absorbed brain... is this a positive thing? i hold myself back in so many aspects of my work that when i dont have to, i seriously quasi-explode.

another example of alarming amounts of bitterness/boldness includes a supplementary graphic:

this is me laughing my bottom off at THE WORST BAND IN THE MUSICAL HISTORY (or is it music history). lord almighty. 4 years of college station music oppression (minus we're not vampires, etc etc) came flowing out that night. i dont know how many shows ive been to where i had to keep a lid on it because i was representing some sort of music festival or seeking bands with stace. well not that night my friends. during/between each song, i would say (a bit loudly) "this band suuuuuuuuucks" or "jessuuuuuus chrissssstuuus whyarepeopleclapping." it was bad. stacey had to tell me (drunkenly) to stop. we were behind the merch table. i am a bitter (or extremely particular?) old lady.

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stace is out and about a bit more. apparently her honeymoon period only lasted about 2 weeks ohhh sooo. she still is in love and tells me cute freaking stories that make me want to hurl - but we hung out like mad again, per usual. rudy has also made his way back into society - so was able to hang out with his lame ass as well. ho-raaaaay. so i can stop whining about who i'm just oh so lonely and i don't have any friends now. because really im a big baby.

(secretly, i love stacey's stories of love et. al. what a romantic girly girl i am).

i fell asleep at the beach again. 1.65 hours this time round. *stares at computer screen* i look like a flamingo with a huge waistline. i think i may go there with the intention of napping from now on. i sleep WELL out there. the sound of waves crashing is therapy for the soul.

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the last (new) photos we will ever see that capture the Extravaganza de Amanda:

love. true love.


wait, wait. this is love. true love. and i also heart how alex looks like a true-blue cartoon character.


cutest couple IN EXISTENCE.


*magic*


amanda + clayton = cute. (this IS clayton, right? i'm a jerk).


boys just wanna have fun.


why was everyone brawling that night.


no you do diii-iiieehh answer the phone in da middluva conversashuuu.


apparently i am incapable of smiling like regular people do in photos, which is fine. also, is it just me or do i look EXTREMELY FREAKING BITTER IN THIS PHOTO. man, what's my deal.


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this old guy dug the view. and so did i.


lionsgate.


cher and stacey. both awesome and haawwwwwt. why do we have such freaking awesome, haaawwww, strong women as friends.


i wasn't alone in my disdain for shit band. this dude was reading. i took it as proof for my opinion. (but as this photo shows, perhaps there were other ways of expressing my feelings - but dammit! i hate passive agression).

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so that is all for now. love you guys a lot. and wish i could hang out biweekly with you, if not more.