i.

am.

sore.

all i did today was walk and get lost.

i started my day by taking a bus to ballard to visit the archie mcphee store. since i wasnt’ sure if we already passed, i had the driver drop me off for what turned out to be about a half mile away from the store.

the walking began.

this store is a pop culture/knick knack paradise. it has everything you ever seen in a place like urban outfitters and much more. everything you loved as a kid is probably in there. the web site doesn’t do this store justice. you have to visit it.

next, i made my way back to the u-district and wandered around the uw campus for about an hour or two. may have been less, but it felt like that. i couldn’t find the way i came in let alone finding the way to get out. after circling the campus about three times, i saw a street that looked like civilization and headed towards. luckily i found my way back.

tonight, i thought i’d go check out what the nightlife was like in the u-district. i was sorely disappointed to find most of the bars nearly empty nothing much else really going on. the homeless were out in full force trying to panhandle or start shit with the normals.

on my way back to the apartment, i saw the good ol’ bus number 26 - otherwise known as the downtown express. so i thought to myself, “self, let’s see what’s going on in that neck of the woods.” so i hopped on and we started making our way for downtown seattle.

we were about there when i saw the space needle all lit up and looking beautiful for the holidays. once again, i thought to myself, “self, let’s go to the seattle center.” all i can tell you is the inner-self knows dick about directions. i should have taken this pedistrian tunnel/walkway to get there quicker, but i didn’t. i ended up walking along the street that had this huge barricade down the middle of to keep people from prematurely crossing. i must have a damn mile to get to an unbarricaded crosswalk. once i crossed the street, i still had another half-mile to get to needle. once i got there, i checked it out, said my “oohs” and “aaahs” and quickly departed. there was nothing for me there. the needle did look nice, though.

i started my hike to downtown. i basically followed the monorail track because i knew it would lead me to a bus stop that would get me to the 26. while following the track down fifth avenue, i had this sudden to take a massive leak. i was dancing around like an idiot trying to hold it in. each block i was saying to myself, “i’ll hit a bar. pee. buy a drink. exit.” i said that for the entire mile of the track. by the time i got to fifth and pine where the track ended, i decided to go hit gameworks because i figured i’d be paying the same amount for a $10 game card then what i would be for two drinks plus tip (let’s be honest, i would of ordered two and possibly three). like what i like to do at most gameworks, i head immediately for the indy 500 to school anybody who is playing. i like to screw with them by giving them a 20-second head start. being a former gameworks crew member is a bitch.

i finally headed for my bus stop at 3rd and pine and caught the ol’ 26 and made my way back. i am very sore, feeling a little nauseous, and need to go to bed to get my day going all over again tomorrow.