As I am sitting here listening to "If I Could Turn Back Time", I realize something:

Cher understands me.

I could update on the emotional rollercoaster that is my life, but no one cares about that. Instead I give a warning. Something I learned the hard way:

DO NOT EAT GREEN POTATOES.

It seems life is taking an upswing!

Dan and I had our date, and we decided to that we are quite the compatible sort.

I have a boyfriend.

I can tell that this will be better than the last relationship I had.

I have a date for Valentine's Day.

For the first time ever.

Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.

Shuffle the iPod. Make a poem out of the first line of the first 20 songs that come on. 21st line is title.

Sitting on a Park Bench

I can see that you are leading her on
Wanted: Single F, under 33
With all the grain of Babylon

You know the sun is in your eyes
Most of the brine has gotten boiled away
Wipe down the windshields
What is the light?

She can kill with a smile
Sun just clearing the tree lines
Hail to whatever you found
Hello little boys little toys
How do you, how do you do?

You turned to me to ask me if I'd always be your boy
This is the part of me that needs medication
I've been lonely
I was out of your league
You know
You didn't come this far
These thoughts are old

She's gone to sleep

I never do these anymore.

GOOGLE (My favorite of the first page.)
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Sitting here at home, in my bed, on my laptop, listening to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and I decided to write an entry in here.

I haven't written in a while. Things are going well, I believe. I haven't seen anyone expect my coworkers in a while. Except running into random people! Andrew and G (That was a random encounter) at 10:30 at night after work by the Salmon street fountain. Katya in the Pearl. Wyatt at the bus stop. Pedro at his work.

Work has been going swimmingly. I worked the Fourth and it was pretty good. I got a wonderful comment from my boss, which is always reassuring.
I had a fucked up dream about work, stupid people, my friends, my mother, and old theatre buildings. It was weird.

I bought the new Death Cab album. I love it. Jordann, thanks for lying to me.

This entry is so fucking pointless. Why am I even writing it?

Hey! If you want to do something next week (I need to see people) I know my schedule tomorrow by 5. Contact me! Please...

Thank you News Channel 8, for showing us photos of old men (and women?) eating watermelon.

I have to work tomorrow. So, I'll be on the Spirit, over at Fort Vancouver. Exciting.

Yesterday, Becca and I went hiking at Eagle Creek. I totally didn't realize it was the place we watched salmon in IBES. The hike was long and absolutely beautiful. Apparently when Becca told one of her friends from Texas that we were hiking, she said "he's in to that?" Apparently she doesn't think gay boys like hiking? Ummm...I'm an Oregonian, I think it's required to like hiking.

Today, I took my grandmother grocery shopping. Because I am just a great grandson. And then Maria and I went crazy in South East. I never go over there, so we just drove, randomly. But it was areas of South east that I know. North East next time. And then we walked a shitload in Northwest.

I got my SOU roommate survey. Am I messy? Am I a nightowl? Do I multi-task?

Being stuck in downtown traffic and singing The Mountain Goats loudly is a way to spend the day.

Work has been the most intense thing I have ever done, but so rewarding. I'm not sure why scraping food scraps into a compost bin is rewarding, but I like my job. It's crazy stressful, but great. I get to work with some crazy people, too. Although I do have to work the Fourth. From 4:30 to 1 AM. Yeah. Crazy intense.

And I'm pretty sure if I hadn't walked down into the parlor to put some chairs away, those two horny teenagers would have been maching (how do you spell that? Macking? maching? Makking? macing?) on the couch. Because they looked pretty into each other.

So, with my spare time, I've decided to go hiking! And see plays! And read! I just finished a wonderful book about a woman cooking all the recipes from Julia Child (MY LOVE)'s Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Vol. 1. It was quite good.

I've been buying things for college, which is weird. I have lime green sheets! I'll get to blind my roommate. Hehe.

Another thing about work: My favorite part is the fucking delicious food. Crew gets to eat the leftovers for free, which is wonderful. Today i consumed the most delicious sliced, mustard crusted steak I have ever eaten. Oh man. Food.

Dinner tonight will be unhealthy, but delicious.

I believe that is the end of this.

This was the gayest weekend of my life. I have never seen so many drag queens.

In other news, work starts tomorrow. I have my first training on a Private Charter on the Spirit. I am freaking out! I am so nervous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!

But this means money. And everyone knows that a kid going to college needs that.

I must say though, only working 3 days next week is crazy, but okay.

Alright, enough rambling about pointless things! Woo!

Every year, I compile a list of books to read over the summer. I never read them all, and I usually find more books than what are on this list. But I always feel the need to post it here (except last year for some reason). So, give me your opinions. You've read one of these books and loved it? Tell Me! You've read one of these books and now you don't read anymore? Tell me!

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My question now is this: Does anyone happen for some reason to have a copy of Happy Birthday, Wanda June? It's not at the library, and the cheapest Powell's copy is $35. It's rather rare. If you have a copy and are willing to let me borrow it, I will love you forever. Also, if you own the whole Chronicles of Narnia, I would love you forever if I could borrow that. All 7 at once, if possible. I'd like to read them all in one go.

Yay! Reading!

Abes. I will miss all those kids, and now senior year is almost through.

I won Best Actor. I'm still freaking out. I won Best Actor. Sure, there were 4 of us. But I still won. Liam McOMacVey will live on forever.

I also lettered and honorbarred. I wasn't expecting that either.

Love/Song won best ensemble, so that was cool.

Drew and I won honorable mention for Best Kiss.

Akari and I started hugging after Abes and almost burst into tears, telling each other how much we would miss each other. I'm going to miss these people to pieces.

One chapter of my life is almost over. This is a weird time.

Summer is fast approaching! This means I need your help!

Despite the fact that I will be working this summer, I will still have free time, so I therefore need your help with what I ask of you every summer.

It's time for the compilation of Zach's Summer Reading List!

Reccomendations, please! Anything you'd like me to read, think I would like, etc? Tell me!

I'm speaking at graduation!

Holy shit.

I'm speaking at graduation!

I haven't posted in awhile! I have a Gutlerner essay to write! Super quick update!

I turned 18 on the 18th. Holy shit. I'm legal.

Erin and I went to state, and we got a cumulative rank of 14. You needed 13 or below to break to semis...DAMN. Turns out Angie might have a job at Lincoln next year, so we might have a assistant coach. (Not that I'd be around...)

The play opened. People love it.

I got a job! I'm a busboy on the Portland Spirit dinner cruises!

I have 15 days of school left. I am going to school one day next week.

Tomorrow is National Decision Day. I'm going to SOU.

I truly think this is it. Life is bumbling along, and I'm ready to get out of Lincoln.

Talk to me. Tell me about your lives!

Erin and I are going to State!

2nd Place Duo! Again! That's our place, apparently!

WOOOO! So Excited for State! We got the awesome Bed and Breakfast in Independence again!

Whitman rejected me as well.

I have no clue what the fuck I'm doing next year.

April will be the longest month of my life.

Pitzer rejected me.

Oh well. I was expecting it. They just don't know the fabulous thing they're missing.

How many fucking schools use the "largest applicant pool ever" excuse?

Alright Whitman! You better give me some good news!

Off to Santa Fe!

(I have no clue why I made this a whole entry...)