Ch Ch Ch Ch Changes

Time may change me, but I can't change time. You know what they say. So I quit my job and I am now attending classes full time at Southern Oregon University. A fine institution if you ask me. Good enough for my mom and good enough for my dad. Not good enough for my brother and sister who both took classes here but not for long. So we'll see. I have a tendency to repeat their mistakes because it is alls I knows.

People are having babies. People are getting married. The circle of life... continues. The manzelles and the hebras and the elusive gazelvis are still running from the bad Boyotes. And here I am back again taking notes and rolling my eyes. But this times gonna be different! I'm gonna be a contender!

I ran into an old yreka chum of mine at the movie theater yesterday. Stacy Alger. Good times with old Stacy. She is married and 3 months pregnant. This is beginning to feel like some sort of conspiracy. She lives in Medford now and I'm hoping to hang out with her a little. She was actually a kind of interesting person and smart and funny for the most part. By Yreka standards. I also saw BrokeBack Mountain and I totally think Heath Ledger is going to win the hell out of that Oscar. And then he'll gay-sex the hell out of it. He'll show that Oscar who's boss. Oh yeah.

Also, coffee shop guy who I love whose name is Phil and has been working at this coffee shop by the movie theater for like over 3 years now and so doesn't really show many prospects in the way of an education or career but with whom I am still in love with, asked me if I was going to go see Jeff Tweedy's acoustic show in Portland on February 4th. And told me where it is and how to get tickets. Like we talk bout this all the time and we are best friends. About a year and a half ago I mentioned to him that I really like Wilco and that I've seen them play twice which is the truth. And since then Phil and I usually exchange two or three words about coffee and the weather and that sort of thing and now, out of the blue, he is clearly asking me to meet him in Portland and share a whirlwind romantic weekend in which I watch him and Jeff Tweedy make out. Well, I had just come from seeing Broke Back Mountain so I am probably exaggerating the making out with Jeff tweedy part but the rest of it was so obvious. In the past, I would have totally freaked out about this as being some amazing signal that he loves me but now that I am old and jaded I just think ahead to me driving to Portland and seeing Phil with some tall blond girl who is tastefully dressed like an indie yuppie whore and then he sees me and comes over to introduce me to his girlfriend's short chubby glasses wearing indie yuppie dressed lesbian friend Esther. Well fuck you Phil! I'm not driving up to Portland just to run into you at some show when I can go to the coffee shop any time I want and stare at you! Why doesn't he ever ask me if I'm going to go see something locally so that I can accidentally run into him there? Why Portland on February 4th and why after so long? Hmmm..Maybe he is as socially stunted as I am. In which case I don't love him anymore. Because that would make him a complete loser who works in a coffee shop for a living.

But he sings along loudly to all sorts of songs all the time when he is working. AND ON KEY, which is very important. So I guess I'll still love him for that.

I was going to go into some stuff about the classes I am taking but I got sidetracked. Another time.