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[May. 1st, 2009|07:18 am] |
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| | the buzz of the computer, the heavy sighs of passing cars outside. | ] |
wow how things can shift in a single day. on monday, i met with the rental company and discussed the possibility of transferring our lease to a larger apartment. i got there, and lo and behold, i knew the guy who would be our leasing agent for the transfer. he used to work at pds with me back in fredericksburg. we were friendly then, and now, he managed to get us a bigger place and make it so that we had a week to move and no overlapping rents between the two apartments. the caveat: this week is our week to move.
danny and i started painting the walls and moving things in on tuesday. the new place is a two bedroom with a little dining room, as well. still small, but room enough for us to spread out. we were both in need of space, and i think that means physical and emotional space. now we've got both.
we painted the living room yellow, the bedroom blue and the office a lime green. it's so cool. most of our stuff is over there now. all that's left here in the old place is furniture, shoes, some kitchen stuff and various odds and ends that missed the first round of packing things. we have been diligently moving things in for three days now,and i am sore.
another great thing happened on tuesday. i got an e-mail from vcu saying i have been *drumroll please* accepted to th creative writing mfa program! yay! so now i know for sure. come august, i will be in school, still working with melanie, and living at the corner or stuart and nansemond. amazing how things can all fall into place at once. doesn't happen often, but when it does, it sure is nice. |
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| early early morning are you working? |
[Apr. 17th, 2009|08:11 am] |
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| | honey is cool, early morning are you working | ] |
...no. not yet. i will be working all the livelong day today though, so i'm taking an hour or so out of my morning for meself. i thought, perfect time to post to livejournal. my writing job with the school is entirely too flexible. i can do this. i'm definitely the type of person who needs consequences for tardiness and absences. i am incapable of not taking advantage of such freedom.
i got my rejection letter from virginia tech on wednesday, and though it was a bit of a relief just to know--i will not be in blacksburg come fall--it also stung a bit. i only applied to two schools--the two in virginia that seemed to suit my and danny's needs the best. one down and one more to go. chances are awfully slim.
danny suggested that, in addition to the obvious disappointment, i may also be a little afraid of having to look for and take a new job. if i needed to, i could keep old navy along with whatever new job i found. but would i really want a new job if it, like the job i have now, required me to continue spending my weekends folding shirts? (not that i hate it. i work with cool people and it's really easy work. but i do miss my weekends. i got spoiled working in day care--weekends were always off.)
the truth is, this job with the school is kind of great. i'm writing for a living, my boss and everyone else in the office is awesome. as you can see, it offers flexibility and autonomy. but the fact of the matter is, if it were a full-time position, it wouldn't offer such flexibility. the autonomy would still be there. i struggle with that, too, though. i struggle with motivation to do anything on my own, really. (note to self: work on that) melanie (my awesome boss) even mentioned that she was looking into getting me a raise. of course it's a complicated process and she needs a lot of approvals before she can do that, so she isn't promising anything. the underlying message there is this: i'd really love for you to stay on, even if you don't get in to grad school, and i understand that money is probably the one thing that may keep you from leaving. she's right. if that job could support danny and i even just a little better, i wouldn't even consider leaving. and it pobably can't.
i'm sprucing up the old child care resume sometime soon.
yesterday was danny's birthday, and i tried my best to make it special. with food, mostly. and sleep. we had our respective obligations--class and work. we got lunch at qdoba. (it's no chipotle.) after work/class we went back home, watched an episode of six feet under and promptly fell asleep. for a few hours. i was devstated when we woke up. i'd had big plans to bake a cake and spend the evening playing video games or something--something he likes to do but doesn't get to do often because he's so busy all the time. but we slept away three and a half hours of the evening--the cake, at least, was out.
it worked out fine, though. turns out he was really quite grateful for the sleep, and decided after he woke up that a bottle of wine and an italian take-out dinner from 8 1/2 would do just fine. (8 1/2 is this awesome take-out pasta place on Strawberry Street. It, along with the two other restaurants owned by the same guy, offers the best Italian food in Richmond. Go there.) so that's what we did. he had spaghetti carbonara and i had penne with meat sauce. there's a little market right next to the place, and we went in there and got a pinot noir and an entenmann's cheese danish for his birthday cake. we came home, ate and drank and talked until we were ready to get into bed. it was a nice night. danny and i are working on having more of those nice nights.
i might as well go ahead and say it, we've been going through a rough patch for a while now. things are improving, though. we're trying to be better about communicating. (those three sentences sound so trite to me. like a bad lifetime movie. or just what everyone says. so life is a cliche.) yes. we are getting better.
i've finished a box i was working on, and i think i like it. i'll try to get some pictures up here at some point, if i can. also, i'm reading the poisonwood bible. it's pretty good so far. i just finished the heart is a lonely hunter, half of audubon's watch (written by the guy who led my workshop at the sweet briar writing conference--not my favorite. and i wasn't his, either.), bridesead revisited, and most of you must remember this, which i had to stop reading because it depressed the hell out of me. i do enjoy being out of school and choosing my own reading material.
i just looked up (or tried to) my bus-catcing time on the grtc website and it's telling me nothing. guess the site's not working properly. guess i don't know when i ought to catch the bus. guess maybe today's a good day to walk to work. |
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| that old house was a home of mine |
[Apr. 4th, 2009|11:53 am] |
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| | the old believers, granny's song | ] |
another dream: i was accepted to vcu and my entire life finally fell into place. it was kind of disappointing to wake up and find that that was not the case. oh well. maybe it's a good omen. or maybe it's just a dream. only time will tell.
i must say, waiting around for word on my acceptance and/or rejection from these mfa programs is making me pretty anxious. i'm at the point where i'll take rejections. just reject me, okay? i can take it. that would be preferable to existing in a state of limbo any longer. i don't really feel like i can make any decisions about anything--moving, jobs, etc.--until i know whether or not i'll be in school come fall. blast.
i spent the morning watching six feet under, made some lunch for danny when he came home for his break, and am now doing this for a bit, then probably cooking or crafting or something. i'm trying to keep busy. that makes me feel better than sitting around on my butt all day until the time comes to fullfill some obligation.
i have to work at 5 and inbetween when danny gets off work and when i go in, i'm going to try and have a few enjoyable hours with him. it's kind of hard for us to get in a lot of quality time--our schedules conflict with one another most of the time. it kind of sucks. but i'm trying to stay positive. hence the makingthebestofthetwoandahalfhourswehave.
this whole staying positive thing is kind of new for me. i'm really trying to let go of the things that bother me and focus on whatever's good in the moment. i'm also trying to put myself at the top of my priority list. i have a tendency to leave myself out of that list entirely and that just yields the worst results possible. i need to have a stuart smalley moment like, every hour. "i'm good enough, smart enough and doggone it, people like me." really, they do. i don't have to keep working so hard to make them like me. i should probably be more concerned with whether or not i like me.
today i think i'll like me a lot if i cook something delicious and artfully glue some paper to a box and manage not to frustrate danny by being irreconcilably moody and melancholy. goals. i have goals. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2009|12:30 pm] |
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shannon is so compelling. reading back through these old entries, anytime i'd been delinquent and decided to return to my little livejournal, it was shannon who had insisted upon it, she who had made it happen.
and so it is now.
shannon is in korea, and keeping a very well-detailed and extremely entertaining and enlightening blog about her adventures there. i told her how much i loved it and she, of course, told me that jenna and i (not just i, but jenna as well!) should return to our little blogs. it's only fair. i enjoy reading hers so much. i owe it to her to provide some reading material in return.
not that this could ever possibly be quite as interesting as hers. i'm just not in a foreign country dealing with the gap between my expectations and the reality of it all.
i'm just dealing with the gap between expectations and reality right here in good old richmond, virginia. as usual.
no need to update and all that mess, right? i graduated. i'm still married. i work two jobs and am still pretty poor. we all know these things.
yet another weird dream to report...and a weird dream-related sighting as well. i dreamt that an old professor of mine, dr. lucas, showed up at my house, took off her hat and her hair was falling out in a major way. also, she had dyed it black--a stark departure from her signature blonde. she explained that she had dyed it because it was falling out. and danny had moved the television to a different spot in the living room. that's about the extent of the dream. weird.
i don't often run into dr. lucas, but of course i did today. we didn't speak, but i sure did examine her hair from behind as she went into the harrison street coffee shop. no hair missing, but she had dyed it a darker color--sort of a dark brown with blonde streaks. weirder.
dream dictionaries say that hair falling out is a sign of an incapacity to overcome obstacles in one's waking life, or a preoccupation with aging and/or a loss of sexual attractiveness. of course, they usually say these things are true if one's own hair falls out in a dream. what if one's southern women's lit. prof is the loser of the dream-hair?
comments welcomed. i'll try to write more often, shannon. i promise. |
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| Crazy Dreams |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|11:53 am] |
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| | The knife - You Make Me Like Charity | ] |
So, I had a really vivid and disturbing dream last night--and it lasted ALL NIGHT LONG. I so very rarely remember my dreams when I wake up, so it's pretty unusual that i seem to remember this one in it's night-long entirity, minute details and all. So, to the content:
There was a group of kids, dream kids, kids who don't exist in waking life, to my knowledge, and they were mean kids. It was in a creepy "Wrinkle in Time"-esque neighborhood, where all the houses looked the same. I lived there, and so did all of my neighborhood kids from Berkshire, including my brother. Anyways, the dream kids were picking on/beating up the Berkshire kids, and it got really violent. I was hiding in some bushes from the dream kids, with Vicki I think, and then guns started firing. The dream kids shot Jeramy, and then they shot Johnny, and then I was pissed and magically had a gun, which I used to shoot the leader of the dream kids. Then we all fled, cops came, found three dead bodies.
I found my car and drove straight to the shoe store. There was dream kid blood on my shoes. I needed new ones. I left my bloody shoes at the shoe store and left with the new ones on my feet, and then worried that this bit of evidence left behind would send the cops right to my door. But I didn't do anything about it. Instead I came outside and found that the dream kids had destroyed my car. It was burned and beaten and glass was broken, etc. I walked home. I didn't tell Danny about the murders.
I also recall a sequence in which a guy from my screenwriting class (The guy who wrote "Jihad--the Struggle," nonetheless) was my personal trainer. He was making me do a lot of sit ups and stuff, and I had told him about the dream kids and the murders and that i was afraid I was going to go to jail, even though I had been very secretive about it with Danny and my family. The neighborhood boys didn't make an appearance after that initial scene. I figured they were all in hiding, just like me. I wasn't ever worried that they would tell the cops I had shot the dream kid.
I remember feeling almost okay about going to jail. I could read and write to my heart's content in jail. As long as I didn't get killed by another inmate, it wouldn't be so bad. And besides, I had killed someone who was killing my "brothers." I was in the right. I still spent the rest of the night running from the police, trying not to get caught, worrying that my abandoned shoes and car would give me away. But I wasn't ever caught.
It was a crazy dream. As is well documented in this livejournal, I am always shaken by dreams like this one. But I'll have to get over it. I have a job interview in two hours. I need to go get ready. Wish me luck! |
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[Nov. 17th, 2007|11:26 pm] |
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| | sarah brightman, macavity the mystery cat | ] |
They say Cats is nothing but spectacle, but that's not true. It's all about song and dance...and T.S. Eliot. I went to see it at the Landmark last night, and it was generally wonderful. But, they cut the show short, left out the Pollicle dogs and the battle and all that. I guess i don't mind because those scenes were never really my favorites anyways, but still...you can't do that, even in a musical like Cats, where there is little plot from which to detract by removing a scene or two.
(Please take note i said "little" plot. Yet another argument against Cats that I think is incorrect. There is a plot, albeit a rather simple one for a full-length musical: It's the Jellicle ball and Old Deuteronomy's going to choose the cat who gets to move on to the Heaviside Layer. Grizabella is sad and shunned, and Macavity kidnaps Old Deut., and Magical Mister Mistoffoles is needed to bring him back. Then Gizzy shares her pain and torment with the other cats, winning them over and earning her ascension to the Heaviside Layer. See--plot!)
In other news (I know its sad I haven't written in so long, but to update:)Danny and I got married June 2nd, 2007, and I now live on Monument ave. (Micahel moved a block away on Grace St., so we're still almost-roomies.) Bessadawg is no more. Monument ave. claimed her last year. But Stewie is alive and well, and we have a new cat. (Her name is, appropriately, Grizabella. She looked pretty sad and scruffy when we found her, but the name doesn't really fit anymore because she has become a kitty of luxury. She isn't even a grey cat.) I am now a junior, and I went ahead and decided to major in English. Best decision I ever made. things are going really well, I'm writing a lot, and I should be graduating next December if all goes well. How time flies. I never realized how much could happen in just a couple of years. Probably because I spent so many years doing next to nothing.
Well, as the little man up there indicates, I'm pretty thirsty. I think I'll cut this short and go get myself some water. I'll be back. Don't worry, I halfway promise. |
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| I think I'll go translate some French religious texts... |
[Feb. 23rd, 2007|04:21 pm] |
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| |  cold | ] |
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| | thom yorke, and it rained all night | ] |
I have a Friday off and although i know my paycheck is going to be slim next week, I'm delighted. A paper I thought was due Monday has been pushed back to Friday. I know it only means I'll procrastinate more, but again, I'm delighted. Because I have so much homework I fear I won't see the light of day until 130 tomorrow afternoon when I will have to stop to go to work. |
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| Peace Justice |
[Feb. 20th, 2007|09:39 am] |
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| | something classical | ] |
Last night my mother got a little hot under the collar over wedding plans. We've been trying to find someone to marry us. (I know it seems like that should be the first thing one would do when planning a wedding, but we like to procrastinate on the really important things. Their importance is emphasized when my mother goes into hysterics over them, and that, really, is why I do all that I do: to make my mother hysterical.) I had already emailed Crystal's officiant, but he was unavailable on my wedding date. Shucks. So, yesterday afternoon I consulted the Richmond Wedding Guide, and they had one lousy phone number. So I called it. It was a lady, a very nice lady reverend who does extraordinarily wonderful personalized non-denominational wedding ceremonies, for a fee of $375 a pop. I figured, well, mom was willing to pay $250 for Crystal's guy, so if I pay the $100 deposit on the lady, she should be fine with paying the rest of it. I set up an appointment for Danny and I to meet her Thursday night. Then I called and told mom the good news.
She called back just as Danny, Michael, and I were sitting down to eat some linguine with vodka sauce. She was yelling loud enough that I could hear her perfectly fine with the phone held inches away from my face. Everyone else could hear her, too. She rambled on angrily for quite some time, reiterating certain key phrases, like, "I'm not paying $400 for some woman to marry you," "We'll get a justice of the peace," and "She's a reverend, too! She should be ashamed of herself." She then broadened her complaints to include every other aspect of the wedding that has come up in conversation lately. I managed to get her off the phone with cries of, "Can we talk about this later? Can I please go eat my linguine!"
My father called this morning, saying that mom had asked him to call his brother Tommy and ask him about the Christadelphian minister, as well as the possiblity of him offering his musical services to my wedding. (Neither of which she bothered to ask me about first.) When he first told me, I laughed. I didn't really believe a Christadelphian minister would be interested inmarrying a sinful couple like Danny and myself any more than Danny believes his Southern Baptist church would. Then he told me something that surprised me: Apparently, they no, longer have anyone who performs Wedding ceremonies. Tommy told him they usually just get a justice of the peace for Christadelphian weddings. Imagine that! I guess if the Justice of the Peace is good enough for the Christadelphians, then it's good enough for me! |
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| welcome me back, if you're still here |
[Feb. 4th, 2007|08:54 pm] |
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| | squirrel nut zippers, hell | ] |
because i hereby declare my return to the livejournal.
i feel it will be good for me. whether or not anyone reads it.
i think i might want to write it.
so, let's begin. danny's in the other room making dinner. we've been tasting wine from two of the seven bottles we bought to sample for the wedding. both are decent, but not good enough. the superbowl is on the television. i have homework. as usual, i am procrastinating. but i'm sure livejournal doesn't mind... |
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| I GOT A C!!!!!! |
[Dec. 20th, 2005|10:14 am] |
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| | smashing pumpkins, siva | ] |
so, any of you who are aware of my past performances in college know that, well, i just generally suck at school.
well, i just got back my grade for biology, and guys, it was touch-and-go there for a while. i was hoping to pass with a d. BUT I GOT A C!!!! awesome. and i'm certain to get a's and b's in french and english, so all is well on that front! YES! this feels good. i can't wait to make my mom cry with pride. |
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| the screen |
[Dec. 17th, 2005|08:53 am] |
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| | iron and wine, freedom hangs like heaven | ] |
so, i got the internet bill from the guys next door a little while ago. it was accompanied by a little note: "also, please put the screen that is on the roof inside or back on the window. thanks." i have this window fan, for smoking purposes, although i'm got going to lie, i usually do not sit next to the fan when i smoke. but it is in my window, and i like to think it helps a little. anyways, in order to put the fan in the window, you have to take out the screen. i had done this and the screen has been sitting up on the roof for months now. well, i guess some of the recent weather changes had caused it to blow over to their side, and i guess they took notice.
(see, the kid living in the other side of the duplex is my landlord's son....so, you know, what he says goes!)
anyways, i woke up at like 6 o'clock this morning, having gone to bed superearly because i felt like shit. i didn't know what to do with myself! up at six on a saturday? surely not! so in my half-sleeping stupor, i decided to do something productive and climbed out on the roof to get the screen and put it back. well, i walked all over that roof, and no screen. i went all the way to the edge and looked down to see if it had fallen down into our little back porch area. nope. no sign of it there. i was scared to go all the way to the edge of their side of the roof, though-someone's bedroom window is there, and at 6 in the morning, i'm sure they'd flip out if they heard someone and then saw someone on their roof. and as soon as they figured out who it was, they'd shake their heads because holy shit, they must think we're weird enough already, that'd just make things worse. but anyways, i think it's over there either in the alley or on their back porch. the shitty part: i'm going to have to ask them about it. god, i hope it isn't lost. i'm a bad tenant. fuck! |
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[Dec. 13th, 2005|05:32 pm] |
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| Your 2005 Song Is | 
Feel Good Inc by Gorillaz
"Love forever love is free.
Let's turn forever you and me."
In 2005, you were loving life and feeling no pain. |
lies.
well...i was loving life, that's true...
=) |
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| we can't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all |
[Dec. 9th, 2005|05:39 pm] |
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sorry i haven't updated in forever. i got the standard "you MUST update" comment from shannon, and i must oblige. so here goes it:
things have been fucking shitty for a really long time.
that's changed recently, and i don't know if it's because i've changed my method of perception or if the world just decided to stop shitting on me.
it's probably the former. i'm aware that my problems are usually of my own design. i accept this. it doesn't make them any easier to fix, though.
i've had a hard time adjusting to the big move. actually, every time (and this is the third) that i've moved down here to richmond i've had a very hard time adjusting. i'm working on it. i need to get a life down here. i'm working on that, too.
i spent the whole day yesterday feeling anxious and just generally crappy and then i went out to dinner with my french class. and i fucking had a good time. a really good time. and after dinner, some of my classmates came over and we had an "after party." it's exciting to meet new people and realize that they are, in fact, potential friends. it's been so long since i've had to make friends. i didn't think i knew how to do it anymore. i might not. i might still fuck this up and isolate myself from these people, as well. (and by that i mean, in addition to everyone else i've managed to block out of my circle of friends for whatever stupid subconscious reason i may have...) i'll try not to. they seem pretty cool-an unusual bunch, you know, it's not like any of us have much in common aside from the fact that we've all been struggling to understand our french professor together for the entire semester. but hey, that's something, and somehow, we managed to get along and have a good time. my fingers are crossed. i really hope this yields at least one good reliable friend. of course i realize that rests almost entirely on my shoulders. god, i suck.
my inability to adjust to my new living situation has put a bit of a strain on my relationship, as well. danny's starting to get a little weirded out that i'm still behaving like a crazy motherfucker. again, i'm working on it. i sure do appreciate his patience. like job, that boy.
he met my extended family for the first time last weekend. we went to blacksburg/roanoke for grandmother's birthday. it was rockin' good times....the blacksburg part, i mean. those tech kids sure do know how to party. i was amazed. i guess they don't have anything else to do, so they party in true frat house form, without all the stupid fraternity dogma. they replaced that with bombs. i'm sorry, but stick a bunch of smart kids in the middle of nowhere, and they're bound to start blowing things up. it was very amusing. i didn't realize how fucking old i've gotten, though. i couldn't keep up. i'm pretty sure i was the first to pass out both nights. oh well. i've lost my party girl persona. i guess i don't mind.
got a new poem for the sharing. i know these are really few and far between, but you must understand, i can't show anything to anyone until i'm absolutely certain it doesn't completely suck. i'm pretty sure this one's alright. certainly not the best nor the deepest, but i like it okay.
the lights that lined the highway never seemed so bright before-
it was blinding and blissful just to see them passing.
that light would fill my eyes
and then retreat and return so fast i couldn't keep up
and my head was spinning
and we were laughing at the ways we compensate
for our grave mistakes of conduct-
for the way we communicate
without the use of our own words
-my own words can't compare with this moment-i thought,
(i had just told you that i loved you
and would continue to forever
by the slightest increase of pressure-
i never knew these feelings hid
in the tips of my fingers-)
-i could never have said it better-
that one's got some weird emily dickinson-ish punctuation. i don't know. it works though. separates the thoughts out just right.
oh, and my birthday was awesome, and long, and drawn out. and no one forgot, like i thought everyone would. =)
see, i'm HAPPY. it's amazing.
OH, and, on the business end of things:
-you fucking people need to start getting high and posting in the fucking online capatin's log!
-the new elliott "basement II" demos rock my world. it's like, even though he's dead, i still get to enjoy him actively as a fan. but i still kind of think these songs should have just gone on the album like they were meant to, but i won't bitch, i'm just glad i get to hear them at all.
-i can't stress enough how much you all need to hear the new iron and wine.
and, finally, a side note:
michael just got these new cool flip flops with a bottle opener on the sole. he just used it. it was hot.
that is all. |
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| i keep running into people... |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|07:48 pm] |
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| | afghan whigs, lost in the supermarket | ] |
so my cell phone bit the dust last night.
bit. the. dust.
turns out it was just dirty, but i get a new one next week anyways. i'm eligible for an upgrade on the 27th! sweet! anyways, the guy who cleaned my phone for me was this retard i used to work for at king's dominion. i'd recognize that ape-like mug anywhere. (the i.d. tag bearing the initials "R.D" helped as well.) this guy made my life hell. i was a lifeguard at the fucking waterpark, and this dick was my supervisor. he was maybe 2 or 3 years older than i was and he fucking picked on me all the time. gave me shit about everything. once at a pkd lifeguard party, he told me to take a beer bong, and if i didn't fuck it up, he'd let it go every time i was late from then on. so that's how i had my first beer bong...what a fucktard. i used to call him L.D. so, today, i handed him my phone and he asked my name and then asked if i used to work at king's dominion. i was like, "oh, fuck." i said, "....yes..." with vehemence. he fucking SMILED A LITTLE and then proceeded to fix my phone. bastard.
and yesterday i went to stuffy's with gray between classes, and i glanced behind me a little, and lo and behold, the elusive puerto rican charles had crawled out of his shell and was gracing us with his ever-so-rare presence. i jest. he said hi and we talked for a moment, but it was too awkward and we both gave up. oh well. i suppose some friendships are just meant to remain online.
i wanted to take a nap. i'm very tired. but right now i can't sleep for some reason. i bet if i tried really hard i could do it, but there's something about completely wasting an obligation-free evening catching up on sleep. i simply cannot do it. but the longer i go, the sleepier i get. but i must press on...
tonight is obligation-free because tomorrow is a fall reading day. that means no class. that means all i have to do tomorrow is go to work until 2, and then do with myself as i please until later on when danny will be visiting. =) except there is one problem-my french professor. now, some of you have already heard stories about this woman, but let me just say that i had no idea she was this insane. at the end of class yesterday, most of the students had left, and she said something about "see you on thursday," and the rest of us stopped dead in our tracks. "but, there's no class on thursday..." "yes, we have class thursday." "but it's a fall reading day." "ohhh, those do not apply to this my class. (not a typo, she talks like that. she's vietnamese. her english is horrendous, but her french is decent. her memory is not.) we have class, you come. i have quiz!" anyways, this girl stephanie asked for verification or whatever, and prof said she'd email us if she found out she couldn't have class. i'm not going. i know that if she says she's having class, no one else is going. maybe one or two, but half the class doesn't even know she's planning on having class! fuck that. and i get a's on everything. i don't want to have to skip a quiz, but i'll do it over this. it's fucking ridiculous.
i was supposed to go on a roadtrip to williamsburg with jennifer, jenni, and crystal this weekend. but i have no money. because i owe it all to a phone company, for a phone that died on me and then forced me to come into contact with L.D.
i've been sort of (understatement)depressed recently, but i suppose now it's just manifesting itself in cynicism and sarcasm.
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okay, i just got a phone call. i didn't recognize the number, but curiosity made me answer it...it was motherfucking R.D. from verizon. talking about how we should add text messaging to our plan or whatever. i was right in the middle of thinking "is this normal cell phone-store protocol? to get your number and account info from the computer and then call you?" when he said, "so how're you." i was like, "good, but i don't think we're getting text messaging right now. thanks. bye." or something to that effect. wtf, mate?
i'm supposed to go camping this weekend with eric, justin, peter, lance, todd, danny, my mom and my dad. and brandon said he might make an appearance as well! yep. long story short, it's gonna be an attic party in the woods. (plus it'll be free.) that is, if we're still going. it's supposed to rain this weekend, so, i don't know how that's going to affect our plans. it was going to be so sweet, everyone was convening at crabtree falls, soming from all over the place! justin and i are going together from richmond, mom and dad and danny from fred, eric and the boys from blacksburg, and voila-it's like a mini-vacay! (fyi-my summer beach vacations usually involve my family, one of my friends and/or danny, and a bunch of eric's boys. and sometimes we meet cool people at the beach, too, like budweiserman and the crow. it's so fun.) anyways, i really hope it doesn't rain. well, it's probably going to rain. i hope it doesn't rain very much and i hope we do still go on the trip. and i hope danny doesn't have to work so late saturday night that he doesn't come. there. my wishes have been made. now, someone, get to granting them. oh, nice. eric says camping is on, no matter what. there. one down, two to go. things are lookin' up!
i think i'm going to take bessa camping. that should be quite interesting. i really probably shouldn't though, if it's going to rain. bessa's afraid of the rain. well, i suppose my taking her will have to depend on whether or not michael would absolutely hate having her for another weekend. if so, bessa can learn to love the rain.
well, the urge to eat has just hit me. i must go to the kitchen immediately. hope this was an adequate update. =)
update: i just read my email. no calss thursday. and, "have good time." nice. |
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| i always do these things when i really don't ahve time.... |
[Oct. 14th, 2005|05:18 pm] |
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| |  rushed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | fiona apple, please please please | ] |
A - age: 22
B - Band: ELLIOTT...
C - Choice Of Meat: mmm...i like uncooked fishies wrapped in seaweed and rice
D - Dream Date: anything with m'danny is usually pretty great
E - Excites You: music, good books, surprises!
F - Favorite Food: sushi and spaghetti
G - Greatest Gift: still, to date, the fleetwood mac tickets for my 15th birthday
H - Happiest Day Of Your Life: i'm hoping it has yet to arrive.
I - Internal conflicts: well, when you feel like a failure, that creates an awful lot of those
J - Jealous: ridiculously
K - Kool Aid: will forever remind me of the only black man i ever dated/fucked (call it what you will)
L - Love: is a many-splendored thing
M - Most Valuable Thing You Own: ...like paul said, price and worth are different, and i must agree-my education would be the most expensive, and i do not own that which matters most to me.
N - Name: claire
O - Outfit: jeans, t-shirt, vans
P - Pizza Topping: mushrooms
Q - Question I want to ask: what if the hokey pokey IS what it's all about?
R - Roots: scotch-irish
S - Sport to watch: preferably none, but basketball is considerably less boring than all the rest
T - TV show: family guy, histories mysteries
U - Unique habits: ...i dunno, man. i do a lot of weird shit.
V - View from the window: the belvidere medical center
W - Weather I Love: fall weather. cool, but not cold
X - Xerxes was: well, it's a good thing paul knew this one, because i didn't, but now i do. cool name, that, xerxes.
Y - Yesterday's best meal: uuggghhh...i didn't really eat anything spectacular yesterday...so i guess i'd have to say the chick-fil-a i had between classes
Z - Zodiac Sign: sagittarius |
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| stolen survey |
[Oct. 8th, 2005|06:25 pm] |
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| | waiting | ] |
| [ | music |
| | iron and wine, evening on the ground (lilith's song) | ] |
These are supposedly 25 questions that no one would ever think to ask:
01. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? whatever seems to me to be out of place or not good or just generally fat
02. How much cash do you have on you? uummm...i have some change
03. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"?: blessed
04. Favorite plant? good question. daffodils. they are so very lovely.
05. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? crystal
06. What is your main ring tone on your phone?: pachelbel's canon...it's an old phone, i can't have cool rock ring tones. if i could, though, oh, if only i could...
07. What shirt are you wearing?: uumm, i think this is actually jenna's shirt. it's just a black tank top.
08. Do you "label" yourself, could you? hhmmm...i suppose i used to be someone who might fit into a label, i used to be the drama geek extraordinaire...now i'm just claire.
09. Name brand of your shoes currently wearing?: rocketdog
10. Bright or Dark Room?: right now it's bright
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?: she's a funny girl
13. Ever "spilled the beans"? on many occasions. i'm really good at that.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? hanging out with alex and clint
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say?: "are you there?" from jenna, but what's much more interesting, is the one i got a couple of days ago from gray, just randomly, that says "i saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes." hilarious.
15. Do you ever click on "Pop Ups" or Banners?: heck no!
16. What's a saying that you say a lot? "that's not nice, i don't like it!" (to the kids at work when they do something that's not nice....or that i don't like...)
17. Who told you they loved you last? danny
18. Last furry thing you touched? bessadawg
19. How many hours a week do you work?: almost 40...maybe 37 or something like that
2o. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?: just the one. it's got pictures from the sex toy party and jenna's birthday party.
21. Favorite age you have been so far?: man, i actually liked 15 a lot, but i think 23 is going to be way better...if i don't die first
22. Your worst enemy? i am my own worst enemy.
23. What is your current desktop picture?: a painting by this european artist whose stuff i saw last may when i was in new orleans...i cannot for the life of me remember his name, but he's so awesome, he decoupages and paints and they blend together very nicely and it just looks so freaking sweet!
24. What was the last thing you said to someone: "mmkay, bye dear!" to ry-ry
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a major regret?: a million bucks. it's like madonna says-absolutely no regrets. actually, no, i have regrets, but none that are worth giving up a cool million. |
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| captain's log |
[Sep. 21st, 2005|06:35 am] |
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okay, guys. the community has been created. it's _captainslog_. join, smoke and or drink, and then post anything funny or simply amusing that you might hear/say. |
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| Log numba deuce |
[Sep. 20th, 2005|10:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  high | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Fiona Apple ~ Not About Love | ] |
"i'm dyslexic. is that what it's called when the letters are mixed up?" ~C
"its called, You're stoned." ~MBP
"all stoned people are dyslexic"~C
"I particularly like being stoned when nothing is wrong" ~ Claire
"I'm really stoned here michael. you're going to have to come over here and shut me up"~Claire
"I was at Bible study tonight and i realized i was gonna get all worked up and anxious since i drank a bunch of caffeine. So i thought that i should smoke some pot later to calm myself down. and then i kept thinking about pot throughout bible study" ~MBP
and now a slightly altered question? who thinks we should start a highly selective community (i.e.-people i know) who can write in it as though it is a captain's log, at any time? and everyone can read everyone else's entries! matt, you know you want me to do this. feedback, please. |
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| the log |
[Sep. 19th, 2005|09:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | high | ] |
| [ | music |
| | nirvana, my girl | ] |
"i smoke entirely too much for someone who has quit smoking."
-michael-birch pierce
so who thinks this livejournal should become a captain's log?
anyone with me? |
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| rva |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|10:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  grateful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | andrew bird, fake palindromes | ] |
so i've finally done it-i've moved back to richmond. i'm living with the lovely and perpetually pleasant mr. michael-birch pierce, and we're getting along very nicely here in our lovely little house in jackson ward. our apartment is very nice, and fairly cheap. the location is great-walking distance from campus and various other places of interest-like mr. bojangles! i'm about 3 blocks west of the statue comemorating mr. bill "bojangles" robinson-you know, the guy who used to tap dance with shirley temple. this weekend, jenna came down to visit and we took her on a walk to visit him. you see, in high school, jenna sang the song/played it on guitar, while mr. david watson danced along. i felt it necessary for her to see him. actually, about a week ago when david was here, i probably should have taken him, too.
moving on, my classes aren't terrible. they're not great, but i think i can handle them. it'll be okay. they'll be easy...well, most of them will be easy. my french class might be a little challenging. the teacher is cambodian-i understand her french better than her english, which is sad. very sad. the upside is that i seem to remember more french than most of the other students-there's just one, a foreign kid-also cambodian, imagine that-who could kick mny ass in some french, but other than that, i got this one.
bessa seems to like it here. she's gotten more friendly, and she has been doing really well about her potty-training. she ahs yet to pee on the floor here. i think maybe she's scared to or something, which is great. i hope it stays that way.
the new job is....surprisingly good. i'm working at what i have been informed is the "ghetto" bundle of joy-a chain of daycare centers found only here in richmond. it's a really good center. the ratios are always adhered to, the food is palatable, the kids aren't hellions....well, they have that potential, but in general, they're alright. i'm working with 3-year-olds. adorable. most of them are in unusual family situations-i.e., they call their grandmothers and aunts "mommy." they're good kids. i'm already attached to them. i walked in on my first day and went out on the playground and noticed a little blonde-haired girl who looked strikingly familiar. so i went over to her and asked her name-her name is annalisa-and discovered that, sure enough, i know her-she was 2 years old when i worked with her at second presbytarian child care center downtown. she's grown up quite a lot! it's amazing. what a small world, huh!?!? my coworkers are pretty cool, too. everyone's been really friendly and helpful and i just really like this new center. i think it will be good.
danny's been coming to see me a lot, which is nice. i can't believe how well things are going for us. he's planning to go back to school in january, hopefully moving down here as well by the end of next summer. he's great. i love him. =).
well, i'm going to go and read some stuff before bed. until next time. |
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