o0o Friday, August 21st 1998, 10:52 pm o0o

hello, guess where your favorite water sprite has been? Everywhere! whaa-haa-haa... Well okay not quite everywhere, not even all the places that count, but I finally got out of the house.

I started the day off at noon (this really disappoints me -- I went to bed at ten pm) I had planned to leave at two, but due to some bad mojo I didn't leave till 3:15. We all know I don't have a license and it's not like I can ask James anymore; a melodrama is currently making her life a bit unhappy. So, I'm left with public transportation; fun. As I quickly pass over the long tedious ride downtown.

I arrive at Westlake center at 5 pm and decide to pick up another Juno Reactor CD -- this should be easy, right? I went to border books and this place has thousands of CDs and guess what their all out :( I then try two other stores and they don't have anything either.

I making this sound horrible and it really wasn't. I haven't been to Westlake in several weeks and I really love the place. It was good to be back and that made the little inconveniences forgivable. But it was getting close to 6 so I had scurry on over to the Seattle center, quickly.

I took the monorail and it was packed -- I had to stand the whole trip, but it's a short trip so that's okay, too. I had overlooked the need to eat something before I left and by this time I was hungry so I go for the meal I always eat at the center house: one scoop of rainbow sherbet on top of a scoop of root beer ice cream all in a waffle cone. The best meal known to man.

On my way out of the center house guess who I saw -- kris, the main character in a little melodrama of my own that took place last summer and the one person who I really did not want to see on my happy day out. I ended up retreating to the 'international fountain' a truly spectacular fountain (shoots water 60 feet in the air) and listened to the swing music playing over the speakers. I then head up to the mural amphitheater and guess who spots me, yells my name and comes running over? kris and her fianc�e, ugh.

I'm civil though and I was surprised with how thoughtful her fianc�e was. We shot the bull for a while and she told me that she has found employment at, drum roll please: Mc Donald's and she doesn't introduce Jason as her fianc�e, but I've already heard the news. I'm more mature now and I guess I can truly mean it when I say whatever makes her happy. Everything seems to be going well for her now and I'm happy about that too. I never wanted to see her get hurt and I guess that was what made our own little melodrama end the way it did. But that's all ancient history now.

The first band, who I think was Comb Over, really sucked and they spent most of their set insulting all of the seattlelites. Ten Minute Warning was pretty good, But Gas Huffer was great. I had been sitting in the back for most of the previous band's sets, but when Gas Huffer started I was front and well to the left, but I still had a great view. Their lead singer, who's name I do not know, pranced and I mean *pranced* around the stage even acted like a crow, It was great. It was also so loud I thought my eardrums might start bleeding, but they didn't. Next time I'm not standing right next to a speaker.

Oh yeah, I hate crowd surfers. I almost got crushed because the crowd pushed one over my way and the guy next to me, huge guy, backed into me, but I'm okay so everything is fine.

After the concert I went downtown again and watched hammering man hammer and hammer from my vantage on the harbor point steps. The steps have several fountains built into them. The one I was near has six steps, with every other step having 6 spouts that shoots water about a foot strait up and then all the water comes cascading down the steps to fall into a grate where it will be cycled back up to the same spouts over and over again.

I want to talk about hammering man. He stands about 3 stories high and his arm holding the hammer moves continuously in a hammering motion. He is suppose to represent the diligence and quiet honor of the working man. A while back an artist named Joe-something or something-Joe put a ball and chain on hammering man to illustrate that the working man has become enslaved. I thought it was brilliant and appropriate. The city, however did not and freed hammering man the next day. I miss the ball and chain.

I eventually arrived here. and where is here, you ask? West Seattle -- right by Alki. I may go down there in the morning. Eat more ice-cream and watch the ferries. I'm at robin's place because making it home on the bus was not a sure thing and getting stuck at aurora village is not a good thing. I'm now writing this, oh and now look I'm writing this too.

forgive the silliness and the abuse of proper tenses and the English language in general -- I am tired.

- maybe in the next entry I'll talk about something important and something realer than the days events, but till then I'm going to sleep.

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