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[14 Feb 2007|07:47pm] |
I would never think to define myself as a practical person, especially in matters of love. I never listen to my head, I always react with my heart no matter how silly or what the consequences are. Lately though people keep telling me that I am, practical in love, that is. I don't want to spend a lot on our wedding, if they're offering us free centerpieces, even if they're not in our colors, I'm going to take them because that's a lot of saved money. If there's lots of flowers already outside, I'm not going to spend a lot of money on more because that's money that can go towards paying off our car, or buying a condo, things that actually effect our future, not just one day.
The same goes for Valentine's day. I've never expected anything or particularly wanted any overly romantic displays on this day. I was at fred meyer (i love fred meyer) last night watching all t
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[18 Dec 2006|05:28pm] |
Usually writing everything down that's bothering me helps me get it out of my head and I feel better. I just wrote three pages of stuff I've been bottling up, and now I feel like crying instead of feeling calmer. So, fuck.
In other news, last week during all the weather chaos I had corporate christmas parties to go to. Thursday night I walked two blocks to where the party was and showed up drenched to my knees from all the puddles, two hours later everyone else showed up too. Somehow I got incredibly drunk without ever refilling my glass, damn party caterers, but luckily everyone else experienced the same thing. In conclusion, I came home to Gerritt in a very good mood much to his entertainment. Friday I drove down to Portland hungover thinking I'd escape the power outages and crazy weather only to arrive to pouring hail and snow. Luckily it went away in 20 minutes, but everyone at the party was a little tense considering they had flights to catch and homes without heat to return to. I was mostly just relieved that the party that I was thrown into planning and terrified of failing at went well enough that it looks like I get to keep my job. :) I drove back home right after, ditching my brother and feeling guilty, because our phones were down in Seattle and I wanted to make sure Gerritt wasn't stuck in a ditch or home alone in the cold and dark. He was fine, but my grandparents had a tree fall on their garage and are still without power three days later, so I'm trying to help them, but they are insistent that they are fine.
This week I need to finish shopping, wrap presents, clean the apartment, and get a general plan for how this whol marriage thing is going to go down. Somewhere in there I will find the time to breathe. I also really need to drink wine and catch up with Kristin and Andrew. This is first on the priority list.
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[26 Sep 2006|09:50am] |
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On Friday the people I work with told me they were going to take me out to lunch on Monday, and after I was happy over the free lunch I began to worry that they had bad news for me or something, why else would the spend company dollars for a lunch specifically for me with no reason. I didn’t stress about it over the weekend, but on Monday I was anxious. As it turns out, Monday marked my 5th year working for Nordstrom so I got a fancy plac to decorate my office and we all went out to Todai. It didn’t even occur to me that I’ve been working here for so long; they’ve all been here 20+ years so they all talked about wanting to retire. I told them I could give it another five years, but then I’d be ready to retire too.
I spent the weekend cleaning; I’m attempting to organize our mess of dvds and games, and doing laundry. I tried to be really good and wash our pillows, they’re feather pillows but I’d washed mine before and it was fine. This time mine came out fine again but Gerritt’s was all clumpy so I felt really bad and now I owe him a new pillow. I suppose I got a good life lesson out of it: don’t wash feather pillows.
It’s been season premiere week, we watched Heroes last night and while it has potential I don’t think they had enough money for good actors and writers, they must have spent it all on special effects. Too bad. My favorite new show is Studio 60, I like Amanda Peet a lot. Grey’s Anatomy and The Office were good, and new Project Runway and Gilmore Girls tonight. Yay for tv being a cheap form of entertainment for those who are trying to save money.
Gerritt’s going to the beach with his family this weekend so it’s just me and the kitty this weekend, she loves to watch me clean and get into boxes and bags I leave around, so that’s what we’ll be doing.
Coffee time!
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Exciting things: it’s already Friday again even though this week seemed really long and work was hard, my new headset at work which picks up the phone by me pressing a button near my head and being able to walk to the printer and still be on a call, lego star wars, new tv shows, dvds of old tv shows, my bed, cuddling with my kitty et al., rainy days, waking up late then going back to sleep, grocery shopping at Fred Meyer, not having to look at budget spreadsheets for two whole days.
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[19 Sep 2006|10:14am] |
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Last week was exhausting, so this weekend me and Gerritt made a goal: stay in bed as much as possible. In large part due to our success, it was a great two days that went by much too quickly. We watched a lot of Grey’s Anatomy and the Office seasons 2 on the laptop, played a lot of lumines and animal crossing, and annoyed the kitty with our incessant need to cuddle with her when she wanted to chase birds through the window with her mind. Oh, and we napped, a lot. On Sunday we finally dragged our asses out of the house because I really wanted to see the Last Kiss. Downtown was nice on Sunday because it was so empty, so we ate and went to the movies.
The Last Kiss was good; I like Zach Braff a lot. It was written by Paul Haggis, who also wrote Crash, so I expected the movie to leave me feeling about relationships sort of how I left feeling about racism in Crash, but that wasn’t the case. The movie was depressing, but not to the point where it messed up my head for the rest of the day. Its weird knowing a movie soundtrack before you see the movie, I knew all the songs before they played them. It’s a good soundtrack, much like Garden State.
I finished reading Ian McEwan’s first book he ever published, a collection of short stories (First Love, Last Rites). I’d only read things of his so far that he wrote very recently, so I was really surprised at how different these stories were from how he writes now. They were still very good and well written, but the topics were much darker. Maybe because I made note of the difference in time that these were written this is the first time I’ve read an author and seen the difference in mind set in terms of age in the different books. I don’t think he would write about the same subjects anymore.
Gerritt wants me to start a blog just about my gaming adventures because he likes to hear my different trials and tribulations in the very few games I play. If we worked it out correctly, me Gerritt and Phil will be little gnomes on WoW with tiger mounts, which will be the best thing ever. When we went downtown on Sunday I saw there was a new Harvest Moon for the DS. It seems like every time they come out with a new harvest moon I find some excuse for why it’s slightly different and why I need this one even though I own almost every other version as well. I figure I have a DS Lite which I love and I really only play one game for it, Animal Crossing, and I played brain age for a while as well as super Mario brothers, but Phillip has that right now, so really only Animal Crossing. Doesn’t it make sense to get another game for my favorite system? Especially because this one sounds a little different, I can see that I’m brainwashed by the game even as I’m typing, but I still want it. We’re trying to be better with money though, so I’m not going to give in. I should just play my old one and be happy. I’ve also become addicted to Lumines, which is a Tetris like game but much harder. Gerritt is really good at it, and it frustrates me because I feel like I should be really good at it, but I’m so used to Tetris that my mind has a hard time adjusting to trying to play vertically more than horizontally.
Anyways, time to work, there will be more to say at a future period in time.
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Thoughts of the day: Five hours of sleep is not enough, but staying up late is not regrettable. Final Fantasy VII is fun, but I’m not good at jumping in video games. $14.00 worth of laundry makes for a lot of folding and hanging up of clothes. Clean dishes and chocolate chip cookies are both good things that never last long enough. Monday’s at work make me worry about my concentration abilities. My kitty is adorable. For being such a short book, Ian McEwan’s first novel took me a while to get through. Today is 9/11, but I don’t feel like this day is more necessary to remember what happened than others, everyday is a day of remembrance for 9/11 is some form. I really like listening to cheesy musicals while playing WoW. Learning to spend money like you don’t have any is a skill that must be learned, but I am getting good at it again, it helps to have specific motivations. My office is very gray, but I have nothing I can bring from home to make it less so. This weekend I learned that they make beer in mini bottles, and if you’re not paying attention you will accidentally buy said beer instead of the intended full size ones. Dreams of people getting shot are disturbing.
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[05 Sep 2006|12:55pm] |
I wrote a huge long detailed account of my weekend, but it was too much, so then I just wrote this jumble that will give you a general sense. I wasn't trying to be poetic, go figure it's the one time something mildly eloquent comes out:
Hot weather, long drive, mindless banter, awkward silences, uncomfortable beds, tired, lots of reading, coffee, always full, long dinners, no wine, picky family, funny dancers, no music, boring play, too much dialogue, late night, drive to Medford, loud door, phone call, miss Gerritt. Wake up, drive back, breakfast, coffee, reading, bookstore, lunch, sandwich, another play, alone, Shakespeare, no time for nap, dinner, fancy, no wine, no good conversation, yummy bread, rich sauce, walk around, so full, time to kill, talk with Gerritt, French music, French singer, good dancing, time for play, warm outside, beautiful writing, Cyrano, devotion, longing, three hours, drawn out death scene, so tired, finally ends. Sleep, wake up early, breakfast, steal lunch, drive, drive, rest stop, drive, rinse and repeat, no food, just drive, don’t scream, endless banter, traffic, drive, rest stop, drive. Home finally, happy, happy, happy, kitty, Gerritt, naptime, making food, comfortable, new pants, at ease, eat food, play Zelda, lose Trivial Pursuit, good wine, sleepy time. Wake up, hug bed, off to work, decisions. No more trips, just because they’re free, no more unhappiness, no more awkwardness, to please those who don’t please me. Overcome guilt, stay at home, where I belong, vacation isn’t vacation when there’s no time to breathe. But still, feeling this way makes me feel so mean. My family wants me, and it’s not I don’t want them. But the gap of understanding continues to widen. I want to believe in family without guilt, repression, unease, and in order to do that it’s time to distance myself while establishing my new sense of family.
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[28 Aug 2006|09:49am] |
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Oy, must stop yawning. I didn’t sleep well last night, and all the napping I did this weekend doesn’t seem to make me feel anymore awake this morning. A downside of having a new job means no calling in sick, so instead of curling back into bed with Gerritt this morning like I would have done if I were still at my old job, I had to get up and go to work while he slept because he did get to call in sick. Such is life.
This weekend was good, but uneventful. I did ALL my dishes, and now the kitchen looks so nice I kind of want to use paper plates. I’m boring myself trying to think about what else to recount, I just slept a lot this weekend, which was awesome, and I read and I played WoW, and I watched the Emmy’s and Conan and Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert made me laugh.
Last week everyone I work with was on vacation at the same time, so I was less than productive knowing I was all by myself. Today everyone is back and I’m trying to get back into working mode, but I’m still in the mindset that I want to waste time. I gotta snap out of it. This weekend I’m heading to Ashland with the family. I’m excited to get out of Seattle and for a three day weekend, but I hate having to leave Gerritt and the kitty. Even if it’s for a couple of days, I still feel like I’m ditching them, when it all honesty I’d have a lot more fun if they were around. This is probably the last year that I’ll go on this trip though, or any vacation with my family for quite some time, so I suppose I should try to enjoy it.
Ok, I’m going to work now. Really, I am.
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[23 Aug 2006|09:51am] |
I know it's redundant to mention how tired I am, but oh man, I can't stop yawning. The colder weather has been nice, but it always makes me want to just curl back up into bed with my book and spend the day being lazy.
I just finished reading Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. It was good, well written, even scary, but the last 40 pages were rough to get through. By then you knew what was going to happen and the author kept going off on tangents about other characters which weren't important to the story. Overall, a good book though, especially if you were curious about Capote since the movie about him came out last year or so. I also thought it was interesting he dedicated the book to Harper Lee, so I looked it up and found out they were childhood friends and she did a lot of research on this book with him. Their friendship was also the basis for Scout and her neighbor in To Kill a Mockingbird. I thought that was really interesting.
Now I'm on to my library books, starting with George Saunders. I like him because his stories are good and also quite short, so I can read through him fast and not lose focus. I didn't remember his humor being so dark, or maybe I'm just going soft.
Anyways, coffee time, so I'm all through here.
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There’s a reason everyone hates Mondays- they suck. I’m so sleepy right now, and I won’t really wake up until 11am or so. The coffee I get every morning is merely a trained ritual, and excuse to leave my desk, it doesn’t make me feel any more ready to conquer the day and whatnot. Mondays are also difficult because the weekend is still fresh in your mind, a memory instead of an obtainable goal like it was on Thursday and Friday, and will be again, but it’s too soon to think about that.
The weekend was a mix of good and bad. Once again I spent Friday working up a long to do list, and for the most part I accomplished none of it, which is fine, I don’t like being too productive at any given moment. Friday night was fun playing WoW, which I never do anymore, with Gerritt and Phillip. Saturday morning, my favorite morning, the day of sleeping in and cuddling and realization that I don’t have to go to work for two days, was interrupted by our crazy kitty who was running all over the apartment, including on top of us, bashing into windows, and meowing incessantly (or so we thought at the time) at 7am. Gerritt kicked her out of the room, and in my half unconscious state I was glad he’d done so, I was too tired to get up and do it myself. She then spent the next hour and a half scratching at the bedroom door and whining incessantly (10 times worse than before). She only took one intermission to go make a bunch of noises in the bathroom. She didn’t give up. I was able to sleep through some of it, but I had weird dreams that one of the stray cats from outside got into the apartment and such. I finally got so frustrated I got my pillow and was going to go sleep on the couch, because I knew that would calm her down, but Gerritt insisted I stay so she learned she couldn’t just whine her way into getting what she wants…but seriously I think she could have gone all day. We let her in around 9am or so and she was oh so happy. She purred and came and slept with us, and how can you stay mad when she’s so grateful to be back in the mix. So we all fell back asleep, and I didn’t wake up again till noon. I had to do the rub my eyes thing and look again, because I didn’t think I could sleep in until noon anymore even when I wanted to.
I still don’t have direct deposit, mostly because I’m lazy, but a little bit because I still like taking a check to the bank. Payday was Saturday, and they stopped handing out checks at 1pm, so I had to throw on clothes and go downtown to pick up my moneys. It was hot out, and they were doing a bunch of construction, and there was a lot of sketchy looking people riding the bus, but I got there on time, and got lucky there was someone else in my same elevator because apparently you need your keycard to get into the building on weekends, and I didn’t have mine.
I was going to hang out downtown a little, but I also planned to get up earlier. I just went straight home, and the rest of the weekend was spent reading, I’m trying to finish Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood, because I just got a ton of library books, and I want to be good and finish them all and return them on time. I found out late fees at the library and video stores show up on your credit report, I had no idea, and now I’m concerned no one will ever want to give me a credit card. I did little things like get groceries and do the dishes too. This is the first weekend of giving back the car, and it was a rough transition. Even though we didn’t use it a bunch, it was nice to know the freedom was there. I felt like I wanted to go out and do something, but taking a bus wasn’t worth it, and besides, going out just means spending money which I’m trying really hard not to do. So in the end, it was probably for the best I felt trapped in the apartment just watching stupid tv and reading and playing WoW. As Gerritt pointed out to me, the cat never gets to leave, ever. The apartment is her entire life.
The goal tonight is to go running; I was doing so good, but as soon as I stopped it got harder each day to make myself get back into it. I also need to pick up all my clothes off the floor, most of them are clean, and it took me way too long to get dressed this morning.
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Obviously this news was monumental because I forgot to mention book club. I will do so next week when my thought processes become a bit more coherent and versatile.
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[03 Jul 2006|10:54am] |
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I can’t concentrate on anything today, good thing almost everyone took today off, or I’d be in trouble. I have work that I should be doing, but my head is in the clouds.
Last night Gerritt proposed, I said yes, and now we’re engaged. Just thinking of it, which I do every 10 seconds, makes me grin. If anyone watched me today they’d think I was insane, I keep breaking out in huge smiles for apparently no reason, and I can’t stop staring at my finger. I won’t go too much into detail; I still have a lot of people to call. Besides, if I started to write about everything this means I would probably start to cry, and I figure I should try to keep the crazy at a minimum if I can help it. I was nervous about telling my family at first, but now I’m excited. I know they’ll be happy for me, I just worry too much. But yeah, as dorky as I feel documenting this in my live journal, I figure if I’ve ever had news worthy of documentation this definitely qualifies. /dance!
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[29 Jun 2006|04:04pm] |
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This week has kind of sucked. I haven’t slept well because it’s been so sunny in the morning that my body wakes up at 6am thinking it’s time to go. Work has been slower than usual, and I know next week things at work and at home are going to get busy, so I just end up thinking a lot about that. It’s funny though, how one thing can change your day. This morning when I woke up too early I was able to fall back asleep, and when the alarm went off again I woke up to find my head not on my pillow. I rolled over to see where my pillow went and my kitty is sprawled out on it. Usually if she sleeps on the bed she sleeps at the bottom between our feet, and I don’t even remember her coming up on the bed let alone getting me off my pillow so she could sleep on it. It was the cutest thing, and I petted her for a long time while she purred, and that single moment seems to have motivated my entire day. At work I found out one of my bosses is going to be on vacation, which means I’ll be completely on my own. He also gave me a free coffee card before he left. Today has gone by faster and I’ve managed to keep busy more than any other day. I wonder if it’s because my outlook started off so much better, or if was mere coincidence and I would have had an equally satisfying day if I’d woken up in a bad mood.
So I haven’t written in awhile, lame I know, especially since more has happened in the last month than has happened in the last year of my life. I got a new job for one. I’m still working for Nordstrom, but now I’m in their corporate office, I have my own little cubicle that desperately needs decoration. I work Monday-Friday, not Saturday not Sunday, so basically I think this is what people consider an adult sort of gig. I support Washington, Oregon, Alaska, and Northern California Nordstrom alterations, so I’ll get to travel a little too. So far I love it, and I have business cards if you think I’m making this all up. It also means that we’ll be living in Seattle longer than we anticipated, but for now it’s working out okay, and who knows, in a couple of years maybe we can still relocate.
My sister moved to Japan, she’s living in a small town outside of Tokyo and teaching English. My family (mom and brother) is going to go visit her next month, and she just told me she thinks she’s going to stay for at least two years. She seems happy there, which is good, and I’d like to visit her while she’s over there at some point. She just had her 26th birthday too; maybe she’ll meet a nice Japanese boy?
In other life changing news Gerritt graduated, very exciting. He’s sort of in the same place as I was last year. You’ve just completed this huge goal that dominated your whole life and the University just sort of spits you out and you’re expected to know what to do next. You’d think an undergraduate degree would ensure you some sort of job, but today it doesn’t mean what it used to (so my elders tell me). Still though, it’s an advantage, and I’m proud of him for graduating even if we didn’t go to the ceremony or do anything else very celebratory of the occasion.
That’s all the big stuff. We’ve both been reading a lot. I just finished Memoirs of a Geisha which is really well written to disguise some of its plot and character faults. I’m a few pages into Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil but I’ve been focusing more on The New Yorker. It has really good articles, but the problem is they’re all so long that it takes me forever to get through one magazine even skipping stuff that’s not all that interesting. It’s a weekly thing, so I’m going to have to read faster if I ever want to get to my pile of books that’s spilled onto the floor now.
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[22 Feb 2006|09:26pm] |
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I just got finished reading Anthony Rapp's book about being in RENT and his memories of his life then and Jonathan Larson. Right now I'm watching the movie that just came out on dvd yesterday, so once again my life is consumed by this musical. The first time I watched the movie adaptation I hated it, everything was so weird because they were speaking lines that were meant to be sung, they added parts, and they took out songs I loved. The second time through though I'm coming around. I love that they used most of the original cast, it gives me a chance to see the people I listened to so constantly. Mostly I just wasn't prepared to see it in the context of a movie where they can actually change locations and such.
I got back from Las Vegas on Monday. It was funner than I expected, but I would still love to go there without family. Everything was ridiculously expensive, it smelled like smoke everywhere, and it was depressing to leave the hotel in the morning and to come back at night and still see the same people at the same slot machines smoking, the only change being the cup in their hand containing alcohol rather than coffee. I'd love to see the electricity bills for the hotels along the strip. The best parts were going downstairs from our room and having bars, krispy kremes, ben and jerry's, starbucks, and a huge pool and jacuzzi all right there, and playing cheap blackjack all night getting free drinks and leaving at 3am twenty bucks richer than when we entered.
Apparently my kitty freaked out when I left though, meowing constantly and making Gerritt think she'd gone into heat a couple months early. We were relieved that she calmed down when I got back. But knowing that and remembering how much I hate to fly, I don't think I'll be going anywhere else too far for awhile.
I didn't go to work today because I hurt my foot from walking too much in Vegas, but I have to get back into it tomorrow, which is too bad, because its been nice not working. In any case, I need to make some money, I want a car and eventually a house, so some savings would be nice.
That's about it, everyone go watch RENT, it's beautiful, and it's been a relatively big part of my life since I was 15.
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[26 Jan 2006|09:08am] |
Just felt like writing. Lacking sleep and having cramps is a bad combination for me. If I can just get through this day things will be good. I think in order to upload pictures on Gerritt's camera I have to find some sort of cable, so I'm going to look for that when I get home because I want to, as promised, put pictures of Amie up so you can all see how cute our new little kitty is.
This wasn't very informational, nor did it have much of a point. I'll try again later. Time to go hem some pants.
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[12 Jan 2006|09:56pm] |
If I could have a superpower it would be to touch someone's heart and be able to completely understand everything they felt and with that touch take away their biggest worries, fears, sorrows and take it on myself for a day so they could be at peace if only temporarily.
But I have no such power and so lately I've been feeling helpless when my words fall short of helping anyone, and when I want to do something but find myself completely helpless as no action could ease the people around me or their problems.
At work there is a woman everyone calls mama, she's in her 70's, Italian, mother of five, grandmother of eleven, and the nicest, most caring, most accepting, most loving human being I've ever met. She doesn't have one bad quality, I don't think she's ever felt jealousy, anger, or wished anything bad upon people who deserve bad thoughts. She's extremely Catholic, and for her sake I hope I'm wrong and I hope a god exists. Next year is her 50th wedding anniversary and her and her husband were going to return to Italy for a big celebration. Lately though her husband has been acting strangely, he forgets things easily, some days he doesn't know who his own children are. He has started needing constant care, and what's worse is she only has insurance for herself, he isn't covered, so they haven't taken him to a doctor yet. So now she is stuck in her house all day because she doesn't drive caring for her sick husband, and she is miserable. She misses work because it was her escape from the daily monotony of cleaning, cooking, caring for her husband day after day. To see her depressed over everything that is going on breaks my heart.
Another woman I work with is only 44 and just had a stroke because she didn't take her medication for having high blood pressure (she thought she didn't need it). She is divorced and supporting her 3 children on her own. After the stroke she can't move her left arm, she can't walk. There is a surgery that might help her, but she can't afford it because she's been saving money for her daughter to go to college and the government thinks she has enough to pay for her medical costs. Now she has been moved to a rehab center where they hope she can relearn to use the left side of her body, but it will be a long and slow process.
Finally, my Sean who I've known since I was 15 just had to give up the rights to see his child. Sean I know you'll read this and I'm sorry I haven't been able to find the words to make you feel better, but I hope you know that I think you did the right thing and I'm sorry you're going through such hard time. You are such a good person, without even trying, and if there's anything I can do you know you just have to say the words.
So the lives around me haven't had an easy beginning to this year, and for what's its worth they are constantly in my thoughts and I'm still looking for ways to help.
It's hard to be a good person, but I'm doing the best I can. I don't expect anyone to read all this, it was mostly for me to give my head a break momentarily. goodnight.
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[06 Jun 2005|04:37pm] |
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If I've learned anything about Rousseau in these past 10 weeks of reading his books, it is that he is the biggest douche that ever lived.
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So this week at UW is annual bombard you with flyers as you're innocently trying to get to your next class week. If you avoid the guy running for ASUW president you only find yourself in front of WashPIRG, and once you manage to get by him, it's some girl trying to get you to go to something called the "harmony concert" and once you've told her you already have her flyer, even though you don't, you swerve on over to the morman booth, and that's where I found peace. Yes, that's right, just earlier in the day I had been thinking to myself, "god, i wish I had more god in my life, I could really use Jesus and the anticipation of heaven to make my day, and hell, my life go better" and what do you know, I walk by the mormon booth with the friendly boys in suits and I saw the light, thank god they were there and not the "insert religious practice here", because I hear that religion is a real bitch.
Alright, so I'm a little sarcastic. Despite the sudden universal interest in me and my ability to vote and pray, it was a good week. In my crazy french teacher's class, who is best known for such insightful quotes as "we all hate bums," "Mr. Home Depot lizard sat next to me in the airplane to New York, "Yes within the context of a total no," "life is like a buble," "ah...dandelions," and "Rousseau is an orphan machine," just to name a few, I got a PERFECT grade on the midterm, which was worth 50 percent. So, that was a relief, because he's unpredictable in his grading, and I was so mad that i had to have him my last quarter because no matter how hard I worked it was always a gamble. So anyways, all signs point to Jen successfully graduating in June, which is really the only goal in life right now. Everything else gets pushed aside for now.
I'm rambling tonight and so full of the sarcasm. I have the whole weekend off from work, what will I do with myself? I have zero moneys so mostly I'll be hanging out at the library and using my free movie tickets. AND, I have to get my resume together this weekend so I can get this fancy job my granny can hook me up with, that's right, my granny and hook me up in the same sentence. You read it.
I have been writing, if only little fragments, which I'll maybe put up soon if I don't forget or just decide not to. Today all I could think about was being in France and drinking wine every night, I still love me the red wine, but there's just something missing in the setting. But if I had the choice to go anywhere right now, I'd be in Venice, and I'd get there through teleportation so Gerritt would come with me.
Ashland is coming up soon, I love Ashland. That is all. If you read this I owe you your money back and a sincere apology.
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Jennifer Marie Pitsch's Aliases
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Your movie star name: Ice Cream Jack
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Your fashion designer name is Jennifer Cannes
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Your socialite name is Giggles Portland
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Your fly girl / guy name is J Pit
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Your detective name is Kitten Mountain View
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Your barfly name is Chips And Dip Midori Sour
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Your soap opera name is Marie Tanglewood
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Your rock star name is Reeses Cheetah
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Your star wars name is Jentaw Pitger
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Your punk rock band name is The Sleepy Plastic Octogon
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My punk rock band sounds pretty kick ass though.
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