[10/22/2000 2:37:53 PM | cari girl]
wow. strange weekend. i haven't updated since i think thursday evening.... i got out of work at 5 on thursday, since i came in at 9 or so. when i left work, i met up with jim, and we did indeed go to ground kontrol. had an interesting conversation too, about his "platonic" relationshiip with his roomate. hah. whatever. it's none of my business. however, it makes me laugh when people make excuses like that, because they're afraid of what 'could' happen. blah blah blah.

that night, after i walked home, (about 8pm), Melanie called and was bored. she was also sick though. so, i invited her over to watch a flick. we walked to freddies, got a movie ('but i'm a cheerleader!), and hung out. well, this next part is pretty alarming. i probably shouldn't share it, but what the hell. i lived through it, so why not. remember a few entries ago, when i just moved into my new place, and said something about how a stripper used to live in the apartment i live in now? how it pretty much smelled like a stripper? well, my guess is, she isn't only a stripper, but also a hooker.

it was about 12:00, melanie was passed out on my couch, in a ny-quil trance, because she was sick, and i was in my room, sleeping sort of. i heard some pounding, kind of like knocking, but figured it was the building manager (who lives right downstairs from me) building something, or pounding a nail into the wall for some reason. bout a half hour later, more knocking, but this time, pounding. all of a sudden, i hear "police! open up!" and i'm thinking, "what the hell is this about?". i'm all bleary-eyed in my jammies, and i hear melanie say, 'cari... you should get that...'. so, i opened my door, looked out the front door, and there were 3 uniformed officers standing outside the doorway. whoa. okay. creepy. i open the door, and the first cop asked me if i knew a matthew. well yeah, i know a lot of matthews, including the building manager, who was on the stairway. so i asked for a specific last name. yeah, maybe i know. well, he rattled off some guy's last name that i'd never heard in my life, and i said i didn't know him. well, apparently, the first round of knocking, was this drunk guy, on the front steps, reaching over to my living room window and pounding on it. turns out he was looking for the stripperbitch who used to live there and was looking for a piece of ass. the scary part is,my window was opened a crack, and the blinds were open a little bit too, to get some air in my apartment. well, as this yahoo was knocking on the window, the building manager (matt) came outside, he was on his way out for a drink, and saw this mofo pounding on my window, and asked him what he was doing. drunken bastard gave him a bunch of guff, and tried to wrestle matt. well matt wasn't having that, so he punched the guy a few times, and called the police. all while i was sleeping. so, the portland police said, 'well, what he did is an offence in this town, and we're gonna take him in'. so, they took him downtown, printed him, booked him and probably let him go. great. i couldnt' get back to sleep for several hours because i was too paranoid that this jerk was gonna come back. which he didn't.

so....

on to friday... which i don't believe was all that memorable. went and met the ladies for happy hour and $2 dinner. after that, home. relaxed. went over to drew's house for a bit, played with the dogs, and he let me borrow his car. how sweet is that?!

saturday.... saturday was a blast. started out the day by waking up around 11, getting ready, went and picked up melanie and tiffany, and we shopped around most of the day. went to the hello kitty picture booth at the beaver-tron mall and had our pics taken. they turned out cute. except, we all have black hair now (until tonight that is.... ), and it looks like one big misshapen blob of black hair with our faces.

last night, kathleen and stephanie were hostesses for a party, celebrating stephanie's birthday. i had a great time. the thing i enjoyed the most was the dancing. let me tell you, it's all about the dance party. i love going to parties where people are dancing, especially if it's a good dj. last night, the guys who were spinning gave us some joan jett, some dj shadow, b-boys, and 80's dance hits. good 80's dance hits, like push it. had some drinks, did a lot of mingling, and enjoyed myself. lots of pictures. i'm going to see if melanie can scan some of the i-zone pics that i took.

sunday... today, i woke up feeling terribly congested. i think i'm getting what melanie had earlier in the week, which is not a good thing at all, since i value my sense of smell. cheryl, melanie, tiffany, jenny, marty and i went out for our traditional sunday brunch over at katie o'briens. it wasn't nearly as good, or as cheap as the matador or sandy hut is, but it was alright. right now, i'm damn near dozing off at my desk from exhaustion. tonight, melanie just called, and wants to go out. i think i'm going to go home, bleach a big starburst on the top of my hair, and then color it vampire red. break up the black-hair monotony a little bit.

note to self: get letter out to corey tomorrow. i'm slacking.

okay, over and out.
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carita-girl