Lost and found

Yesterday afternoon produced an angry rain shower and a sopping wet dog in our bathroom.
It was the kind of rain that seemed like it was raining out of anger of something. The kind of raindrops that seemed like they might break the glass when they hit. The kind that make a 'splat' noise and then break into thousands of tiny droplets, because of the force of the impact.
On our way home from the store in the angry rain, we passed a tiny dog walking down the sidewalk. Normally, we wouldn't have done anything. But it was raining and the dog looked pathetic. When we pulled over, the dog took shelter under the car and I had to coax it out, and into the front seat. He still has all his male parts, which leads me to believe he's not nuetered, he has no collar, but he's much to well behaved and people friendly to be a stray. He's also practically housebroken.
After putting up signs after the rain rested it's rampage, I decided to use the 'zip code search' on myspace and ask around there. Nobody was missing a dog, but I did get an offer from a girl who lives nearby to take him if nobody claims him in a week.
He's a cute dog, we just can't keep him.
Oh, the wonders of myspace. I wonder, though. Will someone write a news article on this? "Girl gives dog away using myspace"?
I'm reminded of the song sang at the end of Napoleon Dynamite. "I love you. But not as much as technology. Always and Forever."

late-night tension

Do I like being the one that has to be the 'cold-hearted, bitchy' friend? No. Do I like having to be the one that has to yell at my friends when they do something stupid? No. Do I like having her mad at me? Of course not. But someone has too. Someone has to tell them, even if they don't listen.
Of course I have feelings. It kills me to see friends go through the same hurt over and over and over again. I certainly don't enjoy it when they continously break up. But someone has to be the one to forget the heart and listen to the head when it says "it's happened 15 times before. Chances are, it'll happen again."
I don't like it when I have to go to sleep knowing she's not happy with me. But I'd rather go through that awkwardness than have to see her crying over the same guy a few months from now. It's getting ridiculous. I couldn't help but yell at her.
I think I'll just stick with being the tin-man for now. I just wish Dorothy would take my advice. Just this once.

Thoughts from the Mesa

There's something about the night air that is so much better than daytime air.
Essentially, nothing has changed. But the feeling is different.
The night air seems more pure. A little colder and more moist. The night air doesn't try to suck all of the moisture out of my body.
The breeze is different too. Blowing the troubles of the day away and leaving my mind calm. Almost a naive feeling breeze. Not aware, nor caring about what tomorrow might bring, just making sure that the air is clear while the city sleeps.
The city seems more defined in the dark. The city lights reflected in the stars I can see from the mesa. Everything twinkles in the night air. The sky, the city, even the people, all dressed up to dance in the carefree breeze.
As much as I enjoy contemplating the personality of the night air, it soon calms me to sleep.

Doosh,Doosh,Doosh

So last Thursday I went to a club. A night club. With dancing. And a bar. A real club. The first one I've ever been too, as a patron. It was 'goth night'.
I only went because it was free since I was 21, and I was having an urge to socialize. These urges don't come often, so I figured I should act on it.
It was an interesting experience, but I don't think I'd go again.
1) Goth kids dance funny.
2) Some of them are kind of rude.
3) The ones that don't dance sit in a corner and mope.
4) It was incredibly smokey. The patrons were allowed to smoke inside the establishment and I wouldn't be suprised if I contracted some second hand smoke disease from spending a few hours there. So Erin and I went outside for a while to get some fresh air and people were smoking out there as well.
But we did meet a very nice gay boy-Ryan, I believe was his name. He gave Erin and I advice on how to get the nice pre-med and law students at UNM because, quote "Those goth boys don't have jobs or ambition."
The advice:
1)Get a cute pair of jeans
2)A lime green t-shirt
3)Some pointy shoes to wear with the jeans
4)A big purse
5)And white eyeshadow under the eyebrow.
Nice boy, that Ryan. I'm thinking of taking his advice and see if I can catch me a pre-doctor.