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Friday, February 6th, 2004
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12:55 am
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Man, there's nothing like A&E's 'Pride and Prejudice' to cheer you up when you're blue. It's just so... indulgently girly? Colin Firth is hot. Though he could stand to be a little bit less stiff, less British, so to speak. And yes, I understand that that's the role he's playing in the series, but he just looks so dern cute when he smiles, so he should smile more, dammit! And that's what I have to say about that.
Mel and I made pizza dough for tomorrow's rush event. Guess what we're doing--making pizzas! Har-dee-har!! That was a pretty awesome, world-class joke if I do say so myself.
My brother turned 25 today. That means it's not long before I turn 22. What happened to the time, here? We wait impatiently as we approach 21 at snail's pace, and then once we reach it, time speeds up exponentially and our bodies start to deteriorate (literally.). Yeah, I know, not the most uplifting line of thought right now. But I don't care, because I have jello, and it looks just like my belly! yay!!
Anyway, the bro is coming to visit next weekend, so that'll be fun. We'll prolly go see Joplin's house and the arch, and maybe Dave and Buster's and/or the symphony. Speaking of which, I'm annoyed with myself because I waited too long to get the $10 tickets for the symphony, and now the $10 tix for the concert I want are sold out. Poo. But I'm going to hope that there'll be a student offer next week, cuz sometimes they do that.
Anyway, gotta go to bed. Must mop floors and do laundry and homework tomorrow.
current mood:  sleepy
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| Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
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4:23 pm
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Feeling ill. Physically and emotionally. I'm not as ok with things as I thought I was. I'm going to go knit or sew or something.
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| Monday, February 2nd, 2004
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10:52 pm
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5:01 pm
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So... I think I'll start writing in this again. Have need for thought organization, and organizing thoughts in el journal, rather than constantly thinking out loud, is preferable. Besides, I think I'm starting to annoy people with that. It's a weird quirk of mine.
Random pet peeve (of which there are Oh so many): I hate that I can never remember if "i" goes before "e" in certain words... I know the cheesy little rhyme, "I before E except after C." But whatever dipwad made that up neglected to include the exceptions, such as the word "weird." As a result, I frequently misspell the words, "piece" and "chief," because Mr. Poopy-Rhymes thought he was being being ultra clever. I sympathize with people who have to learn English as a secondary language.
So life is kind of mixed up now, but I'm ok. Ben and I broke up over the weekend, which I was completely not expecting. I'm still kind of mopey and weepy about it, but that seems to come and go during the day... I wouldn't say I'm devastated or anything, but I really miss him already. I hate how all the little things that I like about him just randomly pop into my head during the day. I mean, I don't want to forget about him, because I do care about him a lot, but I'm a ways away from the point at which I can remember these things and not automatically feel sad. Anyway, it's just not the right time now for us. And that's not really anybody's fault. So on the bright side, at least I'm not angry. The world still looks beautiful to me, so I guess I can't complain. But I still wish God would eliminate the 14th of Feb--just snip it right out of the calendar without anyone noticing. I mean, He can do that, right? I'll ask nicely. And bring Him cookies.
Also on the bright side, Mel and Kylene are the bestest! They gave me much needed consolation and hugs as well as copious amounts of chocolatey junk food, much of which I promptly consumed while we all watched 'Groundhog Day,' which is such a funny movie. I love you girls. :) I also love Bill Murray (though not as much :) ). And speaking of good ol' Groundhoggy Day, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow today, which is not good. I am sick of this weather. I've come to the conclusion that I'm more of a California weather person than I thought.
Whoa, I am so buzzed on chocolate right now. I think I should go knit and watch the two 'Pride and Prejudice' videos I rented. But homework, ever steadfast and enduring, calls my name. How I love thee, my leash.
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| Wednesday, August 13th, 2003
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11:05 pm - Thoughts of the evening
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I think that kitty toes are one of the best things on earth. Especially when combined with a warm, furry belly. (On a cat, that is.)
Coffee-flavored chocolate ain't so good, in my opinion.
Cell phones are a blessing and a curse.
I need to work on being more humble. Irene said something about me today that I immediately got defensive about, but when I considered that her criticism of me was valid, I felt strangely relieved and enlightened. To accept one's imperfections is almost a relief--I put so much pressure on myself to be perfect and do everything right. It's strange to think that people don't understand their own minds sometimes, while outsiders do. Next step: come to terms with the fact that I may never find a highly defined 'purpose' in life. And searching for it makes it even harder to find.
My back hurts. So roll over, dork face.
I need to send Bank of America a change of address. I hate dealing with financial stuff. Mainly because I don't understand it and it overwhelms me.
Bad grammer in speech really affects the way you appear to others. So talk good, dern it. I say this because my boss is the nicest and most hard-working, concerned person, but she makes a lot of grammatical errors when she speaks, and she even makes up words sometimes. Today she said 'puckle' when she meant to say 'pucker.' And it wasn't that she meant to say pucker--she actually thought that puckle was the correct pronunciation and spelling. Sigh. The things that get to English Majors. I'm forever cursed.
Mel Gibson is making a movie about Jesus in which the actors actually speak Aramaic and Latin throughout the whole film. That's pretty damn cool. Though I have no idea why Mel was reluctant to add subtitles. Who did he think would want to go see it without them? Prolly has something to do with the fact that his full name is Melvin Gibson. Anyone with that name has to be a little off.
Word to the wise: Don't ask for "Jelly" at the breakfast table in Italy. Unless you want a condom with your meal. Also don't say that you intend to go bicycling out the window, because people will just laugh. Spoken from experience.
Cats and dogs look funny when they dream. Suzy is twitching and making little burpy noises in her sleep.
Need to do laundry.
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| Tuesday, August 12th, 2003
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7:54 pm
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Went kayaking yesterday. It's so nice to lay back in a kayak under the sun and float on the water (provided the waves aren't too big that they tip you over). I wish I could have just stayed there and let the water take me wherever it wanted. Then I collected a bunch of abalone shells. I have to wash them. They smell. Then Leah lost her keys in the surf, and we looked for them for about an hour, crawling in the water along the shore and feeling the sand under the cloudy water, hoping to come across them... but we didn't find them. It was kind of fun, though. People were looking at us like we were really weird. Which we are, so whatever. So then we walked down the street sopping wet, looking for a payphone to call Leah's boyfriend to bring the spare key. Again, many puzzled stares. Plus, a word to the wise: don't wear light-colored pants and go commando if you know there's a chance you might get soaked. Just so you know. Anyway, it was actually fun in a weird way. Then we went out later for burritos and spent the ride home doing bad Beavis and Butthead impressions and cackling like mental patients. All in all, quite an enjoyable day.
Boring day at work... I only have to work tomorrow and Friday and then I'm done!! Yahoo! Still can't stand living with my parents. Still not eager to go back to school. Found out that I am astrologically compatible with John Cusack. However, concluded that I am realistically compatible with Bob Q. Nonexistent. Thinking of becoming a Buddhist nun. Now back our regularly scheduled drivel.
current mood:  cynical
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| Tuesday, July 29th, 2003
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10:31 pm
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Do you ever have one of those moments where you realize that your whole life is stretched out in front of you, and there is so much more to do and see? I can't define the feeling; it's like you're overwhelmed but eager at the same time. I was driving down the coast this evening--Looking out over the water, which was pitch black with little ripples of moonlight on the surface, I could see the brightly lit oil rigs in the distance, dotting the horizon line. They were like little omens, floating in the black unknown. It made me feel disatisfied and happy at the same time. I don't know... I don't understand myself sometimes.
I want to travel--I need a break from my life--I want to see and feel things that are different. I want to be taken out of my own little world and be reminded that there's more out there besides my own little triumphs and struggles. It's annoying that I'm never satisfied--as soon as I get used to something--a place, a routine, food, a particular road I drive on--I want a change. It's really easy to find immediate gratification, but so much harder to find long term satisfaction. For example, I am easily thrilled by such things as grossing my mom out by making the fish heads from dinner talk, but this thrill does not last for long. Alas, I am stonewalled.
I am going to sleep in tomorrow, dammit. I need sleep. And better dreams. I had an unpleasant dream this morning--a friend whom I haven't spoken to in several years (because of some past unpleasantries) came to visit my friends and me, with the intention of burying the hatchet with me. She had gotten these ridiculously huge breast implants (i.e., Pam Anderson style), and she was being really obnoxious and flaunting them in front of us. I don't get it. Whatever.
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| Friday, July 25th, 2003
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10:45 pm - Chicken quesadilla--mmm, digestion heaven.
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So I went out to dinner with the parents tonight, which isn't the most enjoyable thing in the world, but I go. I like spending time with my mom, but not my dad. I just can't relate to him and vice versa. But anyway, the point is that I got into this big discussion with them (but mostly mom) about how I had just talked to Kendall on the phone about how I seem to just have incredibly bad luck in the relationship department, and that it has nothing to do with me. Mind you, this is a recent revelation--I didn't actually believe that there was nothing wrong with me until sometime at the beginning of junior year. I just have really shitty luck. So it felt like a breakthrough to finally have a higher level of confidence in myself. And of course, Mother Dear proceeds to launch into this big spiel about how I often give the impression at gatherings that I'm bored or pissed off, or just generally an ice queen. I agree that this is sometimes how I behave, but Mother Dear failed to note that the only time she ever sees me with gatherings of people is at family functions, such as my cousin's wedding or holidays or whatever. At these gatherings, it is true that I appear pissed off and bored, because I am, in fact, pissed off and bored. I hate family gatherings (for reasons which would take a whole other journal entry to explain) and I try to avoid them if I can. It doesn't occur to her or my dad that I MIGHT, just might, behave differently when I'm at parties at school, or when I'm with a group of people I've just met. She and my dad say I'm wasting the opportunities for meeting people that are presented to me because I act like an ice queen. Yeah, I know, Mom, because I DON'T FRICKIN' CARE TO MEET ANYONE AT MY COUSIN'S STUPID WEDDING!! I don't need to meet some drunken 29-year-old whose goal is to ultimately drag me into the bathroom to engage in things other than sub-par conversation. And even if there were people there worth talking to, it wouldn't be a good time for me to introduce myself anyway, because I feel so uncomfortable and out of place at my aunt and uncle's house. I mean, everyone has times when they're just not able to put their best foot forward because of long-standing discomfort in a particular place or situation. It doesn't mean that I'm like that at every single gathering of people. She also essentially told me that I'm scary, because I'm naturally a very intense and exhuberant person (anyone who knows me knows that), and I come on too strong and thus scare guys away. Gee...thanks for the tip, Mom. Next time I'll try not to be myself, because my personality scares people. It's always a good idea to reduce your daughter's confidence by criticizing her personality, which she took years trying to get comfortable with. Jesus H -- I'm proud that I CAN finally be myself (for the most part) around new aquaintances, and not just retreat into a hole like I've always been accustomed to doing. Suddenly a trait that I'm proud of becomes a flaw in her eyes. Now I feel all insecure again--that maybe the problem IS me. Whatever. I'm too offended right now to put heavy stock in her opinion.
Oh well, at least I have a new Us Weekly to tide me over. It's such delightful drivel. I also found out recently that I'm well-liked and valued as an employee at work, so that makes me feel good. (I'm sure it didn't hurt that I brought a batch of carmel bars into work--thanks for the recipe, Kel's mom!! ;) ) I've found that baking for people makes them like you 10 times more than they did before. It's quite spiffy. Especially if you actually enjoy baking stuff for the hell of it.
Tomorrow I'm going to the Farmer's Market and the gym, and then I might go to the park with my ma (hmm, maybe I'll bring the beers in the fridge... that could be fun..), and I have to do laundry and sewing at home, call Nate back, pasteurize the milk, feed the slug, and trim the butler.
And for the record, Devo is AWESOME.
current mood:  tired
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| Thursday, July 24th, 2003
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11:21 pm - quinine dance with the radishes on
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I am like a chicken, floating with ease through the canopies of the rainforest, dressing the skies with my sonorous voice. I am like the camel, sweeping gracefully across the ballroom in my satin and taffeta gown, avoiding the waiters with trays of ice cream and chipmunks. I am strong. I am fearless. I am beautiful, no matter what they say, 'cuz words can't bring me down, oh no. I am beautiful, in every single way, 'cuz words can't bring me down.
"No one has tapped my inner beauty," they all say, and so they move to Vermont to collect syrup from the maples. My mother carries around a dog toy that roars like a dinosaur. She tries to torture me with it. She succeeds. But I stand firm. No, I will not go to bed amongst sharks and daggers; I will stay where the air is warm and the soda never grows salty.
Julius Caesar ruled the world until his best friend conspired to rob him of his sandals, which smelled of aged cheese and olive paste. Looking deleriously fetching in his matching yellow shorts and tank top set, he gazed around the busy ballroom, only to find his eyes settling on the lovely eyelashes of a dancing camel.
But all that came of it was a salad. A salad that is often the cause of many a case of food poisoning. Ah, the pizza place should never sell salad when identity theft is rampant--do not lend your face to anyone, for they will seek to have it emasculated. Or worse, dry-cleaned with the fishes of Sicily. And everyone knows that old Sicilian messages do not bode well for those whose birthday suits are green. Like a salad.
Katie hasn't quite caught on to the job yet. And I've been dreaming of visiting relatives who don't exist.
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| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003
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10:14 pm - hee hee!
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I just watched the BEST SHOW on the Bravo channel!! It's called "Queer eye for the straight guy," and it's about these 5 gay guys who give a straight guy a makeover, redo his house, and give him a new wardrobe. It's so funny. I don't know if it's on any particular day of the week, but the Bravo website has a tv schedule. :)
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| Monday, July 21st, 2003
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10:07 pm - Oww.
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Oy. My mouth hurts. I had oral surgery today--a gum graft. Fun fun. I can only eat soft foods on the other side of my mouth and I can't brush the sutured side of my mouth for two weeks. Great--I'm going to REEK. I don't know how I'm going to deal with going to work. I'll have to try not to talk too much to people. That's it--I'll take a vow of silence! I'll say it's in keeping with my religious belief in ...uhh...the sacred silence of bell peppers? Yesh.
I really really don't want to go back to school. One reason is that I still have a lot of crap to get done this summer that I don't have time for. Another is classes. Enough said. But to be perfectly honest, the main reason is that I don't want to go back to the disgustingly pathetic/virtually nonexistent dating scene. I've been having better luck here (though not much better), and I don't want to go back to a school full of socially deficient, immature males. (Some males excluded, of course.) The thought of another year feeling left out and lonely in the relationship department makes me cringe. I'd rather eat my foot. Don't get me wrong--I am so grateful for all the fantastic friendships I have at Wash U--they're very precious to me and they've made my college experience invaluable. I'm looking forward to seeing my friends again. But I still can't help feeling frustrated. Maybe I should follow in the footsteps of George on Seinfeld--there's that one episode where he's having absolutely no luck with women, so he decides to do the exact opposite of what his instincts tell him to do, so he goes up to this woman and says something like, "Hello, my name is George. I'm unemployed, balding, and I live with my parents." And it works. What would my line be? Hmmm... "Hello, my name is Amanda. I'm slightly neurotic, I look like a mental patient in the morning (and often at other times of the day), and I sweat a lot. Wanna go out?" Maybe I should stop trying to be so nice and accomodating. Sometimes I'm just too nice, dammit. Eh, who knows--I have no idea what's the best thing to do. They always say you should just be yourself, which I do, but that doesn't appear to have done much. eh, blarg. fart monkeys.
Well, I'd better go to bed so my torn and bloody gums can start healing. Mmmm--I'm looking forward to two weeks of applesauce and cottage cheese. Although, this is sort of a good thing, because I have to avoid sugary foods for a while. Maybe I'll lessen my dependence on them. :)
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| Thursday, July 17th, 2003
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12:58 pm - Ladies and gentlemen...
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I know you've all been eagerly awaiting this, and so, I now present to you.....
My Pirate Name!
Your pirate name is: Red Anne Rackham
Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!
http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate.php
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Yes, it's been a while since I wrote anything in this journal. But ever since I started my job, I feel like I have no time, because when I'm not working, I'm either at the gym, spending time with friends or family, running all those annoying little errands that get in the way, or resting/sleeping cuz I'm so dang tired. Thankfully, I have today, Friday, and Saturday off. Today will be spent catching up on things like laundry and sewing, tomorrow I'm going to a Counting Crows/John Mayer concert with Leah, and Saturday I'm going to the Nordstrom Aniversary sale with Momma! Yay!
I went to Chicago to visit Kel, and that was super fun. We went to the zoo and the Magnificent Mile and the Botanical Gardens, as well as the Taste of Chicago festival. Why can't they figure out how to make Chicago-style pizza outside of Chicago?! It's SO good! And I learned a new way to prepare bratwurst, courtesy of Kel's dad's Sheboygan, WI heritage. You grill them first on the barbeque, and then you simmer them for a few hours in beer and onions--YUMMY!!!!! Just the smell makes me faint in ecstasy. I also pilfered a bunch of Kel's sour red cherries from the tree in her front yard, which was just dripping with gorgeous, scarlet fruit. I took them home on the plane, and then pitted them the next evening while I watched 'To Die For' (Gus van Sant movie with Nicole Kidman--kinda weird, but interesting, nonetheless), and then I made a pie out of them. Eet vaz YUMMY...mmmmmm.... And my parents brought home some raspberries from their trip to Washington State, so those are waiting in the freezer to be put in a pie, too... Speaking of which, I had a nice few days home alone while my parents were still on vacation. I swear, I SO needed a break from them. We weren't getting along very well the couple of weeks before they left. Why, you ask? Oh, the typical shit that results from living with your parents after you've been living on your own for a quite some time. My mother might as well put a GPS tracking device on me. I like my parents SO much more when I'm not living with them.
Anyway, I met a cool guy on the plane back from Chicago--our flight was majorly delayed because of thunderstorms and he started talking to me while we were waiting. We played cards until we boarded and sat together on the plane, so that was fun. We exchanged numbers but there's no way I'll hear from him--he works in tv production and is going to be on some tour for the rest of the summer--but whatever. I have no idea how old he is--he's a surfer so he spends a lot of time in the sun, which means he might look older than he actually is, but I'd place him anywhere between 25 and 35. Anyhoo. I always seem to meet interesting people on planes or at the airport. Once I sat next to this really talkative guy from Tazmania ('Tazzy,' as he called it) who was studying photography in St. Louis, but he had a girlfriend. Poo. But no matter--these kinds of little annoyances can be corrected, right? Not that I'm suggesting anything... ;)
I bought some new cd's--classical Spanish guitar music--I'm really into that lately. It's perfect for hot summer days, when I can just lie in the sun and imagine that I'm relaxing during siesta at some hidden-away little cafe in Spain, deliciously delerious from the 95 degree weather, listening to a brown, wrinkled little old man strumming peacefully on his guitar as the breeze cools the drops of sweat that pass over my collarbone. Sigh. I want to be in Europe. RIGHT NOW!! Screw the last year of college! Who needs a BA? BAH! I'll just forge one. I saw 'Catch Me if You Can'--it can't be that hard. Jes' got to pick me up some Elmer's glue and some nice, purty paper. Yep. EZ.
Anywiggles, I should go and return to reality, where chores galore await me, and where my darn cat can't walk all over the keyboard while I'm typing.
Ciaocito (en las palabras de Kendall),
Amanda
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| Thursday, June 26th, 2003
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12:16 am - Laughing Cow Cheese=Mad Cow Disease
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I don't really want to go to bed because that means I have to get up and get ready for work. I hate opening shifts. But they're better than closing shifts. I was bad today and ate too many good things. But I did go to the gym! It was kind of frightening...I did a spinning class and the instructor was this huge, buff black guy with a booming voice, and he'd walk around the room observing us and he stopped right in front of my bike and said in a scary Morpheus voice, "Bring it up another gear. Another one! Stay with the pace!!" I debated whether or not to answer with, "YES SIR, DRILL SERGEANT, SIR!" I concluded that if I did I would risk certain death. Then he started dancing. This confused me. He then continued to walk around the room and grill people on what band was singing the currently playing song. If they answered incorrectly, we all had to add another gear to an already-gruelling pace. It was rather tortuous. Yet another confirmation that I wouldn't last a day in the military.
So John told me about this talk radio show about paranormal stuff, and I was listening to it last night, and there was this guy on who had made a documentary about how the United States never actually made it to the moon, and that it was all a farce, all staged, just so we could scare Russia during the Cold War. I was initially very skeptical, but he did raise some issues that were questionable. However, I still am not completely convinced. I still think we went to the moon. But then again, I haven't seen his documentary. Perhaps the shuttle landed on some giant, floating hunk of space cheese by mistake, and NASA didn't realize it until after the mission was over, so they were really embarrassed and covered it up. But you know what? I really am OK with that. The moon, giant space cheese--what difference does it make? The most important thing is that we all learned something from it--whoever has a bigger rocket wins, right kids? And also that cheese occurs in the most surprising places. It all makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, just like that little alien who pops out of some guy's stomach in the diner in "Spaceballs," and starts singing 'Hello my baby.' Because 'c' is for 'cookie' and that's good enough for me.
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| Wednesday, June 25th, 2003
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10:37 am - I think I need this
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| Friday, June 20th, 2003
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12:14 pm - ???
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I'm disturbed. Everytime I use the toilets at the gym, the song "Shake your groove thang" is playing. Why? Why does this happen? Are there sensors that know I'm coming into the bathroom? This is not good for my paranoia issues.
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| Thursday, June 19th, 2003
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12:56 am - Oh yes, yes--osculate me!!
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What kind of nerd uses the word 'osculate' (a synonym of 'to kiss') in the heat of passion?!! Hmmm...maybe nerds like me who get a 'Word of the Day' email from webster.com. I can't help it--I LOVE vocabulary!! But often they send you these dork-ass words that no one would EVER use, because 1) The word has been dead for two centuries and the folks at webster.com are in denial, or 2) those who would actually consider using 'osculate' in the heat of passion are so nerdy that they'll never even come within 50 feet of the heat of passion. And yes, I am aware that this whole train of thought is uber-nerdy, which might explain why I haven't osculated anyone in a while. No--it's actually because the only guys who seem to find me attractive are over 30. Who the hell knows why... Oh yeah, and apparently lesbians think I'm hot, according to Melanie. All I know is that guys in their early 20's don't tell you you're attractive until they're dating you. I don't understand that (does anyone have any insight?). Except for George, who tells every girl he meets that she's beautiful. George, if you're reading this, you know I love you and your sexy furry belly, but your indiscriminate and/or frequent application of the word 'beautiful' to virtually every female friend makes me doubt the sincerity of your compliment when it's applied to me. But don't listen to me--the bitter desert that is my love life has jaded me... JUST A BIT!!!!! Hmmm, let's not go down the Hell-hath-no-fury-like-a-woman-scorned road. Its wheel ruts are too deep.
No work tomorrow, but then I work every day of this weekend. Blarg. But at least I still have time to do something fun in the evenings. I need to do something spiritually renewing, like go kayaking or horseback riding or something. Why do I need this? Because I dreamt I was engaged to a certain Wash U student, formerly of Beaumont dormitory, and I am too creeped out to name this person on a public website. Clarification upon individual request. But I also need some sort of emotional/spiritual catharsis because I'm focusing on things lately that I shouldn't be... I was walking through the mall after work today and I frickin' started to get weepy when 'Big Yellow Taxi' and 'Come Away with Me' by Norah Jones were playing. So I went and flogged myself at the gym and then I felt better. And it was good that I went--otherwise I would have broken down crying when I returned home to find that the sprinklers were going schizo, and the whole front yard was flooded. Yet post-exercise, it was actually rather funny. My dogs were trying to eat the sprinklers. Those crazy kids.
Random thought of the evening: If I were to become a sniper, the first people I'd pick off would be those frickin' Mentos commercial actors. But first I'd stuff their faces full of cheese and put them in the stocks, then I'd make them play hockey naked. Stupid moronic butt monkeys with their stupid freshie candy shit which, in reality, SUCKS!! Whoa, my belly hurts. I think I need to stop typing. I feel like being in an action movie right now and blowing away a bunch of evil drug lords or mad frog-haters or something. eyes hurt...go sleep
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| Wednesday, June 18th, 2003
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12:41 am - ho hum
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Just winding down from the day before I go to bed. I spent a good amount of time at Starbuck's typing... well, eating sushi and then typing. yum. I love Trader Joe's. I have a start to my novel, but before I started it, I freaked out and equivocated between writing about something I don't know, or writing about things I know. They say you should do the latter, but who are "they", anyway? Anyhoo, I madly typed an intro to a self-reflective novel, in which I told of my experience of showering in my socks today at the gym. Don't ask. I don't even understand it. But then I calmed down and returned to my suspense novel. Good choice, I believe.
Dude--random thought--I was listening to the news and they were talking about how some cops in Germany discovered the decapitated corpse of a naked man, left in a car parked outside of Frankenstein's castle! How weird is that? They say the crime has no connection to the castle, but I'd like to think that it was some kind of weird sexual fetish science experiment gone horribly awry. Hee hee--maybe some dude has a thing for pieced-together bodies, and all he needed to complete his creation was the head. Or maybe someone desperately wanted to preserve their lover, but their experiment didn't work, so they took the head as a souvenir. Eh, one can dream, can't one?
Then Nate and I went to Six Flags, and I must be getting old and decrepit, because I can't handle the roller coasters as well anymore!! It used to be that I couldn't get enough of them and I would be on a constant adrenaline high while in the theme park. This time I got a wee bit nauseated, slightly dizzy, and rather spent after each ride. Especially the ones that practically make you black out from the amount of g's. But it was a good time. I didn't have to pay anything cuz Nate has a season pass and it comes with a couple of freebie passes for a friend, so yay! Nate's moving back to Washington on July 1. I don't want him to.
Another random bit: I saw THE CUTEST THING EVER on an overpass today--there was a mommy duck leading her ducklings on the sidewalk across the bridge!!!! I practically swooned and fell over right there in the car, it was so cute. Animal babies are way better than human babies. They won't grow up and be bratty and hate you. I want duckies.
ok, better head to bed, cuz my butt feels like lead and that's what I said, and... the cows have been fed, and mah brain is so dead. yee-uh. I'm a natural gangsta rapper. Fo shizzle!
current mood: okay
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11:14 pm - Yum
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Thoughts of the day/evening:
I think about food a lot. (But not in an obsessive way.) Food is good. I wish I could eat stuff besides applesauce and bananas--I just had a 24-hour flu, so I can't eat much. It sucked--it struck on my day off of work!! Curses! But at least it wasn't long and drawn out and sucky. Like SARS!!!! I had that last week, and boy, I'll tell ya: never again, man, never again.
Firemen are hot. o yes they are
Went to the gym. Still not used to the coed thing. Very self-conscious. But I like that they have CNN on--it's strange; I'm actually interested in the news now. I never used to be--it bored me or depressed me--but now I like to be informed, so I listen to the news sometimes on radio or on tv.
Work is good and happy. I got to help a funny little old lady from Mexico--she wanted me to follow her around the store and help her pick out stuff to try on. I'm guessing that that's how they do it in Mexico...it was like that in a lot of stores in Italy. Anyway, I didn't mind. She was cute. And she says, half-jokingly, "Yes, I need to find the larger sizes, because I am fat." And she so wasn't! Funny ha ha.
I am determined to go to a coffee house tomorrow and just sit and start typing--my novel, that is. I don't want to say a lot about it now, but it's going to be a suspense/crime novel (hopefully). A torrid whirlpool of mistaken identities, violent loyalty, forgiveness, and MAD PASSION!! ha ha. just kidding. If there are any love scenes, they'll be brief. I've got to save my love scene energy for writing literotica, right Kel/Ab/Mel? Then Nate and I are going to Six Flags, cuz I couldn't go on Sunday because of my SARS and MONKEY POX!!! Nate's moving back to Washington at the end of June. Partially because his grandfather recently landed in the hospital. But he says he's going to look for work up there. I'm not sure why he still wants to hang out with me when he's leaving in 2 or 3 weeks. Well, whatever. It's fun.
I was looking at that stupid website, "hot or not," and voting on people. It's dumb, but fun. So I decided to post a picture of myself--how LAME is that?!! I'm a major dork. Mel--I used my secret Venezuelan identity. But I didn't tell them about my fat Venezuelan ass. Don't want them to get *too* excited.
Lawrence Fishburne (sp?) is cool. He's really sexy in Othello. Pretty good version of it, I'd say. By the by, if you're thinking of going to see the latest Christopher Guest movie, 'A Mighty Wind,' I wouldn't bother...it's not nearly as good as Guffman or Best in Show. It's not as funny.
Dammit--I'm so fertile--I can just tell--I should be married and popping out babies. This is so pathetic, but I feel like my biological clock has started ticking. I mean, think about it--women are technically not supposed to have kids beyond the age of 35, because your eggs can start getting funky after that point, so I have 14 years to meet the right person and date them for a while, get married, and have 2 babies. Some people don't even meet their intended until they're well into their 30's! Maybe I'll freeze my eggs and have popsicle babies. Actually, they're more like a TV dinner--it stays fresh in the freezer, and then you heat it up in the oven, and ding!--instant baby! But you don't eat it. And it doesn't come wrapped in plastic. And you don't put special sauce on it before you heat it up. Except for Uncle Ben's. You add sauce to that, right? Bow chicka wow wow--Uncle Ben has it going on. I have no idea what I'm talking about. Never mind.
Ok, bedtime. WILL THERE BE FIREMEN? No Brain, no firemen tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. OK.
current mood:  pleased
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