Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
The Story Of A Friday
This morning I dragged myself from a restless bed and made toast for breakfast. Everything going like a normal, well, normal for me, morning...was watching some morning show on tv and the cats were running around wrestling and fighting and they rolled down the hall into my room, growling hissing etc.
A few minutes later my phone rings. I was waiting for a call, so I figured that was it. But even before it rang I kept hearing this weird meow coming from my room, so I got up to go get the phone, and walked into my room to find Curtis wrestling with a black electrical cord that was plugged up charging the battery for my bike lamp. StellaLuna was pawing at the cord too. THEN I realized he was actually tangled in it. So I'm immediatly on the floor, trying to figure out how bad it is, and he's gasping for breath and crying. Stella is sitting beside him licking his ears and face, looking at me like "DO something!"
Ok. The cord is wrapped tight around his throat, double knotted, and was somehow twisted up all the way to the wall. I had to start at the wall, unplugging the charger, and beginning a really slow process of unwinding it so I could allow some slack at his neck. After about 20 seconds, which seemed like minutes, I looked up at the table to see if I could spot my scissors. I had just seen them earlier and thought there was no time to unwind the whole cord, and I needed to cut it. He was literally in a little heap at this point, gasping and making these feeble little wimpering sounds. And I was frantically trying to get the cord undone as fast as I could.
Finally I unwound it to the table leg, but then he had wrapped it around the table leg about 15 times and there was no way I could unwind it with any ease, so I started pulling on the knot at his neck, trying to get it lose enough for him to breath. It seemed impossible, I glanced back for the scissors but couldn't see them, so I just started where I could, losening the cord around the leg of the table enough to unthread the charger/plug part, praying to some God some where to help me and give him enough time for me to get the cord off him. The charger plug was bulky and needed a lot of slack to unthread throught he loops around the table leg. I got most of it done, and started working slack in the cord by his throat. He was just crouched, not making any noise, not moving, kindof slouched to the left, and I just kept picking him up so he would be closer to the leg and reduce the pull on his throat. I could barely hear little gasps he was taking.
My hands were shaking and I was about to scream, I could not get it undone. There was still a thick knot in the cord that was around his neck, and I was doing everything I could to losen it enough to pull his head through the loop. Finally, thank God, it worked, I had it loose enough to make the loop bigger and eventually got it over his head. I just picked him up and started crying so hard I couldn't breath myself. I thought I was about to collapse, the adrenaline was surging so fast in my blood that I felt like my body was trying to decide whether it would explode, or completely shut down. I felt completely helpless and scared and in shock, I was shaking so hard I couldn't even get up.
I kept thinking "this is NOT a good way to start the day"...then I realized that was the wrong process. The real deal is that I could have ignored the meows, thinking they were play fighting, or I could have been gone, not even home, and Curtis would have strangled himself. But I was here, and he's ok. I've never been so thankful.
A few minutes later my phone rings. I was waiting for a call, so I figured that was it. But even before it rang I kept hearing this weird meow coming from my room, so I got up to go get the phone, and walked into my room to find Curtis wrestling with a black electrical cord that was plugged up charging the battery for my bike lamp. StellaLuna was pawing at the cord too. THEN I realized he was actually tangled in it. So I'm immediatly on the floor, trying to figure out how bad it is, and he's gasping for breath and crying. Stella is sitting beside him licking his ears and face, looking at me like "DO something!"
Ok. The cord is wrapped tight around his throat, double knotted, and was somehow twisted up all the way to the wall. I had to start at the wall, unplugging the charger, and beginning a really slow process of unwinding it so I could allow some slack at his neck. After about 20 seconds, which seemed like minutes, I looked up at the table to see if I could spot my scissors. I had just seen them earlier and thought there was no time to unwind the whole cord, and I needed to cut it. He was literally in a little heap at this point, gasping and making these feeble little wimpering sounds. And I was frantically trying to get the cord undone as fast as I could.
Finally I unwound it to the table leg, but then he had wrapped it around the table leg about 15 times and there was no way I could unwind it with any ease, so I started pulling on the knot at his neck, trying to get it lose enough for him to breath. It seemed impossible, I glanced back for the scissors but couldn't see them, so I just started where I could, losening the cord around the leg of the table enough to unthread the charger/plug part, praying to some God some where to help me and give him enough time for me to get the cord off him. The charger plug was bulky and needed a lot of slack to unthread throught he loops around the table leg. I got most of it done, and started working slack in the cord by his throat. He was just crouched, not making any noise, not moving, kindof slouched to the left, and I just kept picking him up so he would be closer to the leg and reduce the pull on his throat. I could barely hear little gasps he was taking.
My hands were shaking and I was about to scream, I could not get it undone. There was still a thick knot in the cord that was around his neck, and I was doing everything I could to losen it enough to pull his head through the loop. Finally, thank God, it worked, I had it loose enough to make the loop bigger and eventually got it over his head. I just picked him up and started crying so hard I couldn't breath myself. I thought I was about to collapse, the adrenaline was surging so fast in my blood that I felt like my body was trying to decide whether it would explode, or completely shut down. I felt completely helpless and scared and in shock, I was shaking so hard I couldn't even get up.
I kept thinking "this is NOT a good way to start the day"...then I realized that was the wrong process. The real deal is that I could have ignored the meows, thinking they were play fighting, or I could have been gone, not even home, and Curtis would have strangled himself. But I was here, and he's ok. I've never been so thankful.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
dispose all
or thats what you'd think it meant. but no. the disposal does not actually dispose ALL...so. what to do with that stuff we just forced down the drain only to find it will not be disposed of...hmmm
its a tuesday and fairly warm out...ok. closer to the temperature of one of the outer rings of hell, but who's keeping track of that these days when it's obvious the more serious issue is all the mayhem that has just come out of the woodwork also known as new orleans. this morning my mother. my mother! of all people, sent me the "be careful" email forward that's going around about all the sex offenders, car jackers, and theives that are looking to relocate from their former home in LA.
oh come on now.
if you ask me, the pressing issue should not be "how can we cause MORE fear in the city?" but instead, how can we prevent the city from collapsing in on itself because of the very delapidated sewage and water system that runs underneath. yesterday yet another main broke on peachtree street...but i can say that despite the apparent bad news that might cause for some...others got a free car wash...unfortunatly i wasn't in the right lane to get a car wash...so, i really can't appreciate the tragedy of the water line
as we can all see, i, the previously employed, am home at lunch time on a tuesday. i could pass it off as a "break"...but i'm more proud to have quit my job for various and sundry reasons, and as soon as i am mentally able to stop bitching about the crap i put up with, i will...in the meantime i'm unemployed, but being 23 and lucky, i still have a really great mom who is on my side and is equally disgusted with my previous employer. so at least i have moral support from the head of the household.
the roomie and i just paid our first months worth of bills...which, tho lower than it could be, was a little high. but everything was fine until the water bill came. a lot of places do it, and ours happens to be one of those who just averages water usage for a type of apt...so it seems that when little jimmy downstairs in the 1bedroom decides he likes the sound of running water while he sleeping and leaves his shower on all night and the bill for the complex goes up, everyone pays more, but we, being a 2br, and one of the larger apts of the 2br style, pay more than anyone else. how about that. rob had the idea of running the shower only to get wet, then turn it off to lather, then on again to rinse...and no repeating. it wastes the aqua. but now we know even that wouldn't save us from little jimmy.
meanwhile, theres a water main 7miles from here that's giving away free carwashes to anyone headed downtown and in the far right lane. lucky bastads.
OK. this is enough to qualify as a blog right? good.
its a tuesday and fairly warm out...ok. closer to the temperature of one of the outer rings of hell, but who's keeping track of that these days when it's obvious the more serious issue is all the mayhem that has just come out of the woodwork also known as new orleans. this morning my mother. my mother! of all people, sent me the "be careful" email forward that's going around about all the sex offenders, car jackers, and theives that are looking to relocate from their former home in LA.
oh come on now.
if you ask me, the pressing issue should not be "how can we cause MORE fear in the city?" but instead, how can we prevent the city from collapsing in on itself because of the very delapidated sewage and water system that runs underneath. yesterday yet another main broke on peachtree street...but i can say that despite the apparent bad news that might cause for some...others got a free car wash...unfortunatly i wasn't in the right lane to get a car wash...so, i really can't appreciate the tragedy of the water line
as we can all see, i, the previously employed, am home at lunch time on a tuesday. i could pass it off as a "break"...but i'm more proud to have quit my job for various and sundry reasons, and as soon as i am mentally able to stop bitching about the crap i put up with, i will...in the meantime i'm unemployed, but being 23 and lucky, i still have a really great mom who is on my side and is equally disgusted with my previous employer. so at least i have moral support from the head of the household.
the roomie and i just paid our first months worth of bills...which, tho lower than it could be, was a little high. but everything was fine until the water bill came. a lot of places do it, and ours happens to be one of those who just averages water usage for a type of apt...so it seems that when little jimmy downstairs in the 1bedroom decides he likes the sound of running water while he sleeping and leaves his shower on all night and the bill for the complex goes up, everyone pays more, but we, being a 2br, and one of the larger apts of the 2br style, pay more than anyone else. how about that. rob had the idea of running the shower only to get wet, then turn it off to lather, then on again to rinse...and no repeating. it wastes the aqua. but now we know even that wouldn't save us from little jimmy.
meanwhile, theres a water main 7miles from here that's giving away free carwashes to anyone headed downtown and in the far right lane. lucky bastads.
OK. this is enough to qualify as a blog right? good.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Sleeping Like The Cats
This morning I woke up at 3:45am. For good.
The trip to Keystone Colorado was very adventuresome and fulfilling and I returned Sunday night around 11:45pm. Friday and Saturday we hiked in two completely different environments. One, an alpine hike at Loveland Gap (somewhere in the vicinity of 12,000ft above sea-level) made me realize how easy it would be for a person to die in the Rockies-—the second was a forest-bound trail to two ponds, "Big LIlly-Pad" and "Little Lilly-Pad"…the forest was beautiful and very symmetrical....made me realize how easy it would be for a person to find herself hopelessly lost in alpine forests and die. Morbid? Well, I suppose one could survive had she the right tools. After all, if Anthony Hopkins can do it in "Bear," so can I, right?
Both hikes were also quite breathtaking and awe-inspiring. By the time we were acclimated to the oxygen levels and the time change it was time to leave for home. I had my hair cut in downtown Denver to pass time before our flight. I think I’m still on western time…so I really only woke at 5:45, which would be okay if it were Eastern Time, so I’m not stressing it.
I just wrote “time” five “times” in one paragraph. That has to grammatically incorrect or redundant or something. Maybe just plain annoying.
So I woke up and played with my youngest child/cat, Curtis Johnson, who was snuggled up against my arm in a position I thought should have been rather uncomfortable but he seemed happy. Stella Luna lurks around by herself all night and most of the day and requires little attention. Curtis, on the other hand, is very lovable. They remind me of my brother and me when we were little. He’s drinking from a glass of water on my bedside table….Curtis, that is, not my brother.
Then I read some of Cats Cradle (vonnegut)…. a book I’ve had for years but never really read. Sometimes I collect good fiction so that one day when I wake up early in the morning and can’t go back to sleep, I have something to read. So finally it happened that I needed a good book. And it’s good. I’d read more but I was sidetracked by having to blow my nose and on the way back to bed I noticed my clothes needed to be unpacked. So I started doing that, then had to blow my nose again and while in the bathroom remembered I needed to get my shower curtain out of the dryer because I washed it yesterday. So I did that. Then I thought I’d write a blog, so here I am.
I figure I’ll get really sleepy around 7 when I usually officially wake up for the day and have to start getting ready for work. That’s what usually happens when I wake up in the middle of the morning and can’t go back to sleep.
At some point tomorrow my roommate and I will talk about how we slept and I’ll tell him this story, or maybe he’ll read it first, and he’ll say, “You were awake all that time? I didn’t even hear you” or something like that…even though he has a fan in his room that would drown out any noise going on outside his bedroom. Last night we went to Mellow Mushroom for pizza and PBR. A little “tradition” we have, you might say.
Now I’m debating whether I should finish unpacking or replant the poinsettias that are on our balcony suffering in their original potting mix. If I did that now I wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow when I got home from work, and it’s cool out, no mosquitoes yet, so maybe I will. I’m starting to feel like I’m having an “Ellen” moment.
you know what I mean
5:41am
The trip to Keystone Colorado was very adventuresome and fulfilling and I returned Sunday night around 11:45pm. Friday and Saturday we hiked in two completely different environments. One, an alpine hike at Loveland Gap (somewhere in the vicinity of 12,000ft above sea-level) made me realize how easy it would be for a person to die in the Rockies-—the second was a forest-bound trail to two ponds, "Big LIlly-Pad" and "Little Lilly-Pad"…the forest was beautiful and very symmetrical....made me realize how easy it would be for a person to find herself hopelessly lost in alpine forests and die. Morbid? Well, I suppose one could survive had she the right tools. After all, if Anthony Hopkins can do it in "Bear," so can I, right?
Both hikes were also quite breathtaking and awe-inspiring. By the time we were acclimated to the oxygen levels and the time change it was time to leave for home. I had my hair cut in downtown Denver to pass time before our flight. I think I’m still on western time…so I really only woke at 5:45, which would be okay if it were Eastern Time, so I’m not stressing it.
I just wrote “time” five “times” in one paragraph. That has to grammatically incorrect or redundant or something. Maybe just plain annoying.
So I woke up and played with my youngest child/cat, Curtis Johnson, who was snuggled up against my arm in a position I thought should have been rather uncomfortable but he seemed happy. Stella Luna lurks around by herself all night and most of the day and requires little attention. Curtis, on the other hand, is very lovable. They remind me of my brother and me when we were little. He’s drinking from a glass of water on my bedside table….Curtis, that is, not my brother.
Then I read some of Cats Cradle (vonnegut)…. a book I’ve had for years but never really read. Sometimes I collect good fiction so that one day when I wake up early in the morning and can’t go back to sleep, I have something to read. So finally it happened that I needed a good book. And it’s good. I’d read more but I was sidetracked by having to blow my nose and on the way back to bed I noticed my clothes needed to be unpacked. So I started doing that, then had to blow my nose again and while in the bathroom remembered I needed to get my shower curtain out of the dryer because I washed it yesterday. So I did that. Then I thought I’d write a blog, so here I am.
I figure I’ll get really sleepy around 7 when I usually officially wake up for the day and have to start getting ready for work. That’s what usually happens when I wake up in the middle of the morning and can’t go back to sleep.
At some point tomorrow my roommate and I will talk about how we slept and I’ll tell him this story, or maybe he’ll read it first, and he’ll say, “You were awake all that time? I didn’t even hear you” or something like that…even though he has a fan in his room that would drown out any noise going on outside his bedroom. Last night we went to Mellow Mushroom for pizza and PBR. A little “tradition” we have, you might say.
Now I’m debating whether I should finish unpacking or replant the poinsettias that are on our balcony suffering in their original potting mix. If I did that now I wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow when I got home from work, and it’s cool out, no mosquitoes yet, so maybe I will. I’m starting to feel like I’m having an “Ellen” moment.
you know what I mean
5:41am
Thursday, August 18, 2005
time
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Old friends, old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown thru the grass
Falls on the round toes, on the high shoes
Of the old friends
Old friends
Winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting thru trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders
Of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be 70
Old Friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Monday, August 15, 2005
like a slap-in-the-blog
oh my, I just realized it's been nearly 2 months since I posted last. I am a sorry blogger aren't I? whew.
so, if you're reading this, you are a dedicated blog checker. woohoo! and this might be boring, but I'm out of practice, so a recap, then I'll attempt to try the blog scene on a more regular basis
well, I graduated in May, and am still looking for a "real" job, but am in the meantime working with an interior designer who I believe is a reincarnated slave driver. and that's a bad joke, but it's very labor intensive to get her jobs done. yes my friends, I believe I can be classified as blue collar. But I also think I'm better for it. the value of the dollar has resurfaced, almost blindingly, to my conciousness. so that's all good.
two very special people passed away this summer and I'd like to commemorate them a little here. Kevin Brunelle was killed in a bizarre interstate accident on June 25, and John Henderson died during a combat mission in Afganistan on August 4th. Both were deep and kind hearted men and I know that the lives that they touched will never be the same. and after much soul searching and attemtping to understand the uninterpretable, I believe they had purposes here, and hope that their spirits have moved on to greater existences. they are both deserving of a promotion. and now more than ever, I hope that one day humans learn that war and violence will never truly solve anything. greed and power are certainly our demons aren't they?
rob and I are officially moved into our new apartment in Decatur Georgia. and it's lovely. we're having a great time (when we're home) and both love the area.
and yesterday I was locked out of my apartment for about 7 hours. in a freak event, my keys fell out of my purse as I was getting out of the car because my foot snagged on the seatbelt, making me stumble, jostling my purse enough to purge the keys into the door jam just as the door was closing and CLICK. I was locked out of everything. maintanence doesn't consider lock outs a real emergency, and lucky for me my car is one of the most difficult to break into (probably because it's the easiest to hotwire if you finally get in) so the man Geico sent me fussed over it for a few hours before the fourty fifth loudest thunderstorm this summer raged over my apartment complex, sending us both running for shelter, where i stayed for the next 3 hours. the guy left and came back, and by that time it was 11pm and my cell was dead so the entire time I was just sitting outside considering to a. break the car window, b. break an apt window, c. not do anything rash and irrational, d.climb up the building to my balcony at the back of our apt and get the mosquito candle, e. vomit from all the bites I was accumulating, and f. walking a mile to the nearest gas station to call someone for moral support.
but luckily I was equipped with a kitty litter box and a new shower curtain I'd just purchased at target, so I wrapped up in the shower curtain, put my turtle (also in transport) in the litter box, and pretended to nap nonchalently against my very locked apartment door until the guy came back, finally unlocked my car door, and gave me every line in the book to try to "hook up" before I finally just walked away. i guess he figured all that work was deserving of something MORE than my insturance coverage. bastard. so my plans for a quiet relaxing day were quite staunched
it brought me to laugh and query the sky "what the hell!"
I believe-
it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
so, if you're reading this, you are a dedicated blog checker. woohoo! and this might be boring, but I'm out of practice, so a recap, then I'll attempt to try the blog scene on a more regular basis
well, I graduated in May, and am still looking for a "real" job, but am in the meantime working with an interior designer who I believe is a reincarnated slave driver. and that's a bad joke, but it's very labor intensive to get her jobs done. yes my friends, I believe I can be classified as blue collar. But I also think I'm better for it. the value of the dollar has resurfaced, almost blindingly, to my conciousness. so that's all good.
two very special people passed away this summer and I'd like to commemorate them a little here. Kevin Brunelle was killed in a bizarre interstate accident on June 25, and John Henderson died during a combat mission in Afganistan on August 4th. Both were deep and kind hearted men and I know that the lives that they touched will never be the same. and after much soul searching and attemtping to understand the uninterpretable, I believe they had purposes here, and hope that their spirits have moved on to greater existences. they are both deserving of a promotion. and now more than ever, I hope that one day humans learn that war and violence will never truly solve anything. greed and power are certainly our demons aren't they?
rob and I are officially moved into our new apartment in Decatur Georgia. and it's lovely. we're having a great time (when we're home) and both love the area.
and yesterday I was locked out of my apartment for about 7 hours. in a freak event, my keys fell out of my purse as I was getting out of the car because my foot snagged on the seatbelt, making me stumble, jostling my purse enough to purge the keys into the door jam just as the door was closing and CLICK. I was locked out of everything. maintanence doesn't consider lock outs a real emergency, and lucky for me my car is one of the most difficult to break into (probably because it's the easiest to hotwire if you finally get in) so the man Geico sent me fussed over it for a few hours before the fourty fifth loudest thunderstorm this summer raged over my apartment complex, sending us both running for shelter, where i stayed for the next 3 hours. the guy left and came back, and by that time it was 11pm and my cell was dead so the entire time I was just sitting outside considering to a. break the car window, b. break an apt window, c. not do anything rash and irrational, d.climb up the building to my balcony at the back of our apt and get the mosquito candle, e. vomit from all the bites I was accumulating, and f. walking a mile to the nearest gas station to call someone for moral support.
but luckily I was equipped with a kitty litter box and a new shower curtain I'd just purchased at target, so I wrapped up in the shower curtain, put my turtle (also in transport) in the litter box, and pretended to nap nonchalently against my very locked apartment door until the guy came back, finally unlocked my car door, and gave me every line in the book to try to "hook up" before I finally just walked away. i guess he figured all that work was deserving of something MORE than my insturance coverage. bastard. so my plans for a quiet relaxing day were quite staunched
it brought me to laugh and query the sky "what the hell!"
I believe-
it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
Saturday, May 21, 2005
behind on life.
if it's possible, I think I've fallen out of the web we weave called life. gah. and there are two...or maybe three specific reasons why this has apparently happened.
1.) no internet access at home
and now,
2.) no cell phone
which brings me to seriously consider how obsessed and addicted to convieniences we are, because the first thought that crosses my mind is how did we function without internet and cell phones. because I remember the days of rotary phones...I was alive then...but how? haha. so my life is simplifying rather rapidly...any day now I'll find myself running around a kiddie pool with one of my mothers stockings on my head and nothing else.
wait, that's schizophrenia...we were talking about simplified life weren't we? haha.
oh well. so because I have little web access...the blogging moves along slowly. but dont give up on me. I might have an office job one day :) and since my best bud is moving to Atl maybe sharing the bill for something like, I dont know, dial-up (hah) wont be impossible...but it could be, because we're both gonna be fairly broke. which still isn't that bad. at least we'll be simple hermit folk together ;) haha. woo hoo!
and until I find someone who doesn't want my first born child as payment for a cell phone, my communication with the world has been significanly hindered. sigh.
and that's why I'm voluntarily reentering the marmoots belly. I keep wondering if I'll see that old man in there again...last time I was there he wasn't around...might have been exploring a pancreas or something though so...maybe next time.
peace-
1.) no internet access at home
and now,
2.) no cell phone
which brings me to seriously consider how obsessed and addicted to convieniences we are, because the first thought that crosses my mind is how did we function without internet and cell phones. because I remember the days of rotary phones...I was alive then...but how? haha. so my life is simplifying rather rapidly...any day now I'll find myself running around a kiddie pool with one of my mothers stockings on my head and nothing else.
wait, that's schizophrenia...we were talking about simplified life weren't we? haha.
oh well. so because I have little web access...the blogging moves along slowly. but dont give up on me. I might have an office job one day :) and since my best bud is moving to Atl maybe sharing the bill for something like, I dont know, dial-up (hah) wont be impossible...but it could be, because we're both gonna be fairly broke. which still isn't that bad. at least we'll be simple hermit folk together ;) haha. woo hoo!
and until I find someone who doesn't want my first born child as payment for a cell phone, my communication with the world has been significanly hindered. sigh.
and that's why I'm voluntarily reentering the marmoots belly. I keep wondering if I'll see that old man in there again...last time I was there he wasn't around...might have been exploring a pancreas or something though so...maybe next time.
peace-
Saturday, May 07, 2005
what it was I said.
I think I should get some sort of recognition for now holding the record for staying inside a marmoots belly for the longest period of time. I know many thought I wasn't gonna make it out. but I prevailed.
or was it a skunk
no, of course not because then naturally I'd smell like a skunk, and I guess that after TWO marmoot belly experiences, I know well enough that their innards dont stink too terribly bad. at least not as bad as I hear taun-tauns do. nothing a little Ivory can't fix.
or clorox.
mamas got the magic of clorox.
so my undergraduate career came to a close. for all its raging over the last three weeks I thought surely it would end with something not too short of delivering Earth from an invastion of rhinestone and sequin-covered laughing purple hermit crabs...it did however end on a really fun note, and it being cinco de mayo sort-of iced the cake.
the only drawback was that I had, a few days early, shot myself in the foot (...for a second there I thought about whether there was a past-tense form of "shot" and briefly wondered, "shat?" hah. oh God. here I am graduating from college and I'm only getting dumber by the day) ok, because in my well-intentioned quest to save the world from rhinestone and sequin covered laughing purple hermit crabs, I no doubt must have worn my immune system out, man. and those tiny mid-evil torture devices also known as allergens that include themselves in 99.9% of the air in Richard Moooooore(gan)s house these days finally dug themselves far enough into my distracted sinus cavity to set up camp. little buggars. so for the last few days I've been after them to clean up and pack out. unfortunatly they had already ticked off my mucus membranes which are now attempting to FLOOD the allergens out, so I've also used enough paper products in the last two days to be a primary stockholder of Kleenex and Charmin
and with that, I close, for now. since I have more free time now there are higher chances of me noticing the blue million strange and unusual bloggable things that happen to me everyday-
Peace,Love, and Bugs.
or was it a skunk
no, of course not because then naturally I'd smell like a skunk, and I guess that after TWO marmoot belly experiences, I know well enough that their innards dont stink too terribly bad. at least not as bad as I hear taun-tauns do. nothing a little Ivory can't fix.
or clorox.
mamas got the magic of clorox.
so my undergraduate career came to a close. for all its raging over the last three weeks I thought surely it would end with something not too short of delivering Earth from an invastion of rhinestone and sequin-covered laughing purple hermit crabs...it did however end on a really fun note, and it being cinco de mayo sort-of iced the cake.
the only drawback was that I had, a few days early, shot myself in the foot (...for a second there I thought about whether there was a past-tense form of "shot" and briefly wondered, "shat?" hah. oh God. here I am graduating from college and I'm only getting dumber by the day) ok, because in my well-intentioned quest to save the world from rhinestone and sequin covered laughing purple hermit crabs, I no doubt must have worn my immune system out, man. and those tiny mid-evil torture devices also known as allergens that include themselves in 99.9% of the air in Richard Moooooore(gan)s house these days finally dug themselves far enough into my distracted sinus cavity to set up camp. little buggars. so for the last few days I've been after them to clean up and pack out. unfortunatly they had already ticked off my mucus membranes which are now attempting to FLOOD the allergens out, so I've also used enough paper products in the last two days to be a primary stockholder of Kleenex and Charmin
and with that, I close, for now. since I have more free time now there are higher chances of me noticing the blue million strange and unusual bloggable things that happen to me everyday-
Peace,Love, and Bugs.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Raising the bar of self efficacy
Wow, dial up is really fast at 7am.
This morning was obviously the deadline for me to do something more mindless than the last mindless thing I did, and so it was, and still is, obviously.
I'm staying with my aunt and uncle in the great area of the "upstate" in South Carolina. We're leaving at some point for Charleston for a foot race on Saturday across the Cooper River Bridge. Yay. I became aware of the fact that ONE of their three dogs is accustomed to sleeping in the guest room (otherwise known as "Rachels room" when I'm present) but that's ok, because snuggly dogs are fun. So Shakes, the oversized mutt puppy, slept with me and was a very nice bed mate. After being frequently awakened by him repositioning, me repositioning, or the occasional sound of my cell phone going dead, I finally rose from the ashes around 6:45am. I tried getting him up too but he doesn't seem to be a morning person.
So I walked to the kitchen and thought "hmm, coffee..." because I'm an addict, yes. And I proceeded to wash out the decanter and plastic filter holder and such, and then dried them and began the search for coffee filters and the brown grains that yeild heaven-in-a-cup around this time everyday, both of which were nestled neatly beside the coffee maker. And I might note that of course they have a new age coffee maker like Andy and Rob do that has this strange digital looking clock on it, which I have yet to find the purpose for but that's beside the point. I filled the decanter to 6 cups with water and then found the filter, placed it in the filter rest, put the filter rest "lid?" on, closed the top, poured in the water, and plugged that sucker in.
A few seconds later, contrary to the soothing sound of perking coffee I so hoped to hear, was that horrible sound of, yes, coffee burning. Hmm. So I looked at the coffee pot only to find that ALL of the coffee was pouring down behind the pot "what the hell" I thought, because I couldn't say it out loud since everyone else is still asleep. And I unplugged the coffee maker and began investigating. It appeared there was a lever that normally, when depressed, allowed coffee to flow into the decanter. But this was not the case. I could only think that maybe it was one of those coffee makers that you had to line up exactly right for the coffee to go in, lined it up to what appeared to be the right angle necessary for the coffee to flow into the decanter instead of onto the counter, plugged it back in, and pressed go. Again the coffee flowed directly behind the pot. So I unplugged it again, and took the decanter out. It became apparent that the lever I THOUGHT needed to be depressed, was instead supposed to be placed inside the decanter, directing the coffee flow INTO the pot instead of behind it.
And there I began to fume:
"This is way to complicated for this family. Do they really go through this everymorning? Making sure the lever is IN the pot. Theres no way, theres no way they do this without fucking it up, and WHY THE HELL is it even necessary, there is never a trick to making perked coffee. Why does it have to be like brain surgery? Tell me? WHY?" And at this point I was muttering to myself, wondering if anyone could hear the burning coffee and thinking they were probably lying in bed thinking "she hasn't figured it out yet, HAH. she'll come in an ask any minute now"
I refused to give in. I made sure the lever was IN the pot, and plugged it back in. But the same thing happened. At least this time more of the coffee was getting into the pot, but it just seemed like a ridiculous process to have to go through. I mean, isn't it supposed to be easy? Because most people have coffee in the morning to WAKE UP. It shouldn't be so difficult when people are assumedly still groggy from just rolling out of bed. Freak!
Depressed about not having coffee yet, I went to the laundry to try my hand at washing some clothes before we left. Ok, actually just a bra and underwear I wanted clean for the trip. So I put some other clothes in with it to make a "load" and turned the settings to their appropriate dials, and pulled the dial to start. Water started rushing into the washer and I was pleased, at least SOMETHING liquid was going where it needed to go.
Heading back into the kitchen I decided to give it one more shot. I began cleaning the burner and the lever, and wiping the counter top. I work best in a clean environment. Most of the time, at least. And I walked over to the sink to get a sponge to sop up the coffee that was still on the counter under the coffee maker.
Then it occurred to me. There was a black object sitting at the side of the counter, bearing a striking resemblance to a filter holder.
I was floored.
All that time I had been trying to make coffee without even having the filter holder in the machine. What kind of fucking idiot forgets that? I mean, how did I even get the filter and coffee in there without noticing? AGH. So I dumbly took it to the coffee maker, took out the filter lid thingy, lifted out the filter and wet coffee grounds, put them in the coffee filter holder, and put it all back in. Yea, it all fit rather perfectly, and after a few attempts at plugging random kitchen appliances other than the coffee maker in, I got it working.
And now I can't figure out why the hell the washing machine wont start agitating.
sigh.
I dont need anyone to pull an April fools on me, because I already did it to myself.
hah
This morning was obviously the deadline for me to do something more mindless than the last mindless thing I did, and so it was, and still is, obviously.
I'm staying with my aunt and uncle in the great area of the "upstate" in South Carolina. We're leaving at some point for Charleston for a foot race on Saturday across the Cooper River Bridge. Yay. I became aware of the fact that ONE of their three dogs is accustomed to sleeping in the guest room (otherwise known as "Rachels room" when I'm present) but that's ok, because snuggly dogs are fun. So Shakes, the oversized mutt puppy, slept with me and was a very nice bed mate. After being frequently awakened by him repositioning, me repositioning, or the occasional sound of my cell phone going dead, I finally rose from the ashes around 6:45am. I tried getting him up too but he doesn't seem to be a morning person.
So I walked to the kitchen and thought "hmm, coffee..." because I'm an addict, yes. And I proceeded to wash out the decanter and plastic filter holder and such, and then dried them and began the search for coffee filters and the brown grains that yeild heaven-in-a-cup around this time everyday, both of which were nestled neatly beside the coffee maker. And I might note that of course they have a new age coffee maker like Andy and Rob do that has this strange digital looking clock on it, which I have yet to find the purpose for but that's beside the point. I filled the decanter to 6 cups with water and then found the filter, placed it in the filter rest, put the filter rest "lid?" on, closed the top, poured in the water, and plugged that sucker in.
A few seconds later, contrary to the soothing sound of perking coffee I so hoped to hear, was that horrible sound of, yes, coffee burning. Hmm. So I looked at the coffee pot only to find that ALL of the coffee was pouring down behind the pot "what the hell" I thought, because I couldn't say it out loud since everyone else is still asleep. And I unplugged the coffee maker and began investigating. It appeared there was a lever that normally, when depressed, allowed coffee to flow into the decanter. But this was not the case. I could only think that maybe it was one of those coffee makers that you had to line up exactly right for the coffee to go in, lined it up to what appeared to be the right angle necessary for the coffee to flow into the decanter instead of onto the counter, plugged it back in, and pressed go. Again the coffee flowed directly behind the pot. So I unplugged it again, and took the decanter out. It became apparent that the lever I THOUGHT needed to be depressed, was instead supposed to be placed inside the decanter, directing the coffee flow INTO the pot instead of behind it.
And there I began to fume:
"This is way to complicated for this family. Do they really go through this everymorning? Making sure the lever is IN the pot. Theres no way, theres no way they do this without fucking it up, and WHY THE HELL is it even necessary, there is never a trick to making perked coffee. Why does it have to be like brain surgery? Tell me? WHY?" And at this point I was muttering to myself, wondering if anyone could hear the burning coffee and thinking they were probably lying in bed thinking "she hasn't figured it out yet, HAH. she'll come in an ask any minute now"
I refused to give in. I made sure the lever was IN the pot, and plugged it back in. But the same thing happened. At least this time more of the coffee was getting into the pot, but it just seemed like a ridiculous process to have to go through. I mean, isn't it supposed to be easy? Because most people have coffee in the morning to WAKE UP. It shouldn't be so difficult when people are assumedly still groggy from just rolling out of bed. Freak!
Depressed about not having coffee yet, I went to the laundry to try my hand at washing some clothes before we left. Ok, actually just a bra and underwear I wanted clean for the trip. So I put some other clothes in with it to make a "load" and turned the settings to their appropriate dials, and pulled the dial to start. Water started rushing into the washer and I was pleased, at least SOMETHING liquid was going where it needed to go.
Heading back into the kitchen I decided to give it one more shot. I began cleaning the burner and the lever, and wiping the counter top. I work best in a clean environment. Most of the time, at least. And I walked over to the sink to get a sponge to sop up the coffee that was still on the counter under the coffee maker.
Then it occurred to me. There was a black object sitting at the side of the counter, bearing a striking resemblance to a filter holder.
I was floored.
All that time I had been trying to make coffee without even having the filter holder in the machine. What kind of fucking idiot forgets that? I mean, how did I even get the filter and coffee in there without noticing? AGH. So I dumbly took it to the coffee maker, took out the filter lid thingy, lifted out the filter and wet coffee grounds, put them in the coffee filter holder, and put it all back in. Yea, it all fit rather perfectly, and after a few attempts at plugging random kitchen appliances other than the coffee maker in, I got it working.
And now I can't figure out why the hell the washing machine wont start agitating.
sigh.
I dont need anyone to pull an April fools on me, because I already did it to myself.
hah
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
this is really tedious
so, can you WILL the lights to turn green?
Tuesday. Its that day of the week that leaves you feeling a bit...well...strange, I guess. It's after the first day, and before the middle. So it's in that awkward position of existing directly between the beginning of a fresh new week, and the day you start looking foward to the end. So it goes.
in a rush, I skipped the shower and spent 20 minutes straitening my hair, then put it in a pony tail--2 minutes ironing a blue blouse only to choose my wrinkled blue angora cardigan instead as I walked out the door, and I drove to school to save time, but was stuck in one of those 9:20am government-organized traffic jams that put me as late as I would have been had I just waited for the train near home- consequently I was 20mins late to my 9:30 class and then remembered I forgot to put on deoderant. I consoled my realization of being late, paying for parking, and relying on yesterdays deoderant application with the notion that "at least I have another class after this," and it was cancelled. I'm supposed to meet a friend for lunch, but I left my cell at home, so I have no idea where she'll be. Anywhere between a hotdog stand and the 11th floor of general classroom bldg...that leaves me about 3 blocks and 2500 people to sift through before I could find her without the aid of the electronic leash.
SO, my plot to guide my day through mind-control has evidently gone a bit awry. Alas, I did manage to will all the traffic lights to turn green before I had to stop on the way to the traffic jam (hah) And I'm still in excessivly good spirits but I'm not sure if it's me, or the coffee.
now I'm leaving school, driving home, retrieving my cell, adjusting deoderant levels, and taking the train back. That's what I'm going to do. I'm planning it now and it WILL happen.
mwahahah
Tuesday. Its that day of the week that leaves you feeling a bit...well...strange, I guess. It's after the first day, and before the middle. So it's in that awkward position of existing directly between the beginning of a fresh new week, and the day you start looking foward to the end. So it goes.
in a rush, I skipped the shower and spent 20 minutes straitening my hair, then put it in a pony tail--2 minutes ironing a blue blouse only to choose my wrinkled blue angora cardigan instead as I walked out the door, and I drove to school to save time, but was stuck in one of those 9:20am government-organized traffic jams that put me as late as I would have been had I just waited for the train near home- consequently I was 20mins late to my 9:30 class and then remembered I forgot to put on deoderant. I consoled my realization of being late, paying for parking, and relying on yesterdays deoderant application with the notion that "at least I have another class after this," and it was cancelled. I'm supposed to meet a friend for lunch, but I left my cell at home, so I have no idea where she'll be. Anywhere between a hotdog stand and the 11th floor of general classroom bldg...that leaves me about 3 blocks and 2500 people to sift through before I could find her without the aid of the electronic leash.
SO, my plot to guide my day through mind-control has evidently gone a bit awry. Alas, I did manage to will all the traffic lights to turn green before I had to stop on the way to the traffic jam (hah) And I'm still in excessivly good spirits but I'm not sure if it's me, or the coffee.
now I'm leaving school, driving home, retrieving my cell, adjusting deoderant levels, and taking the train back. That's what I'm going to do. I'm planning it now and it WILL happen.
mwahahah
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Oh that's bloggable
As I sit in the Ed.Bldg computer lab, attempting to eat a peanut butter cracker as quietly (and discretely) as possible, I realize I have a blog topic. Actually, it was Robs idea, so here goes.
I have a laptop with an airport card and of course it picks up everyone's wireless signal if I'm within range and cock it at just the right angle. When I first got it, I went all over the house I live in/under to see if anyone in the close neighborhood had wireless...to no avail. Then, one sunny afternoon, I was plugging away at an article for class, and viola! A small and seemingly insignificant signal came wafting in the window and appeared on my screen. Being an experienced wireless pirate, I attempted (unsuccessfully, I might add) to increase the signal to a level that would allow me to log onto the world-wide (ever notice the irony in that title?..ok, I wont go into the evils of money and capitalism. another blog, another time) so lifting the computer into the window didn't help, moving to the upstairs bathroom didn't help (always works for my cell phone), and the kitchen window didn't help, so I gave up, even as words from rob about his neighbors echoed between the walls of my often hollow-seeming skull (they suddenly found a signal when they sat in the left-southwest quadrant of their couch and tilted their computer at a 37deg angle and lifted their left leg for 2 seconds)
A month or so later, which happened to be 2 nights ago, I realized I had never downloaded an article I needed to read for a quiz we were having the next morning in one of my classes. Looking at the clock revealed it was too late for me to go to campus, download, and get back in time to read AND watch I (heart) Huckabees with my neighbor. Even if I drove and sat in my car and downloaded remotely from the street. I needed a quick fix, and then thought I might just have to get up early because I wasn't missing another chance to watch the promised wonderful silliness of that movie. Then it occurred to me that our friendly neighbors with the incessantly squalling baby had wireless...(they suddenly found a signal when they sat in the left-southwest quadrant of their couch and tilted their computer at a 37deg angle and lifted their left leg for 2 seconds)
mmhhmmmm....I thought, and walked over to the window. I yanked out the make-shift wedge of PVC pipe, and opened it up. Then, laptop and raincoat in hand, crawled out into the wild jungle of underbrush,vines,and saplings that take up the majority of my landlords "acreage"...predominantly rampant growing wisteria, ivy, and one very large camilla tree....yes, tree. not bush, like it's SUPPOSED TO BE! ah the woes of neglect. tsk tsk tsk.
and it was raining...well, drizzling
conscious of the time, I hid amidst branches of the camillia TREE, and low and behold, got the signal I needed for access to the web, downloaded the article, and proudly climbed back through the window, knocked my little wooden model off its position on my tv stand, and jumped to the floor of my dungeon.
Upon further inspection I realized it was the wrong article. Baagh! With a sneer I went BACK to the window, re-un"lock"ed it, and crawled BACK out into the rainforest, but this time my signal in the branches wasn't so great, I needed to get closer. So I crept over to the fence that separates the neighbors wonderfully manicured lot from our legends-of-sleepy-hollow setting, and looked for a signal. Even pressing the l.t. against the fence wasn't good enough, how could that be? I was CLOSER for crying out loud!
The neighbors were indeed home, but I didn't know if perhaps one of the spousal units might be working late, or if there WAS another spousal unit, or if they were even human. But they did have a healthy lunged infant of some sort. Still, venturing over to their lot was risky, and perhaps a bit too thrilling, because I did begin plotting how to sneak to the other side unnoticed. But I couldn't just sit completely on the other side of the fence because that would put me in their driveway, in plain view. And what if there were motion sensor lights on the house? It IS Atlanta, can't be too careful. Hell, what if someone attacked ME? I briefly considered the possibility of just going over and hiding behind the boxwoods at their front porch, appreciating the nice little water garden they have over there (I've always wanted to know if there are fish in it) and Robins advice still echoed ('stealing' wireless net is perfectly legal...you could go sit on their front doorstep and piddle around on the net for all you want and the only thing they could do is say youre tresspassing)
But I ended up wimping out and merely creeping to the corner of the fence, crouching behind a big boxwood, covering up with my electric teal raincoat, being stuck in the butt and legs by wisteria, and downloading the article. Of course the damn thing took SIX minutes. Geez. In the meantime I'm paranoid that someone is going to come up the driveway and spotlight me with their headlights. But they didn't. SO I got the article, took it in, printed, read, and watched Huckabees all before midnight. Ta da. My next project is to find the best place for a signal, machete a path, and construct a makeshift desktop out of wisteria vines so next time it'll be easier. Well, that's if I dont find an antenna that can amplify that signal right into my apt. Which I think it highly possible.
so there you have it. blog of the century. I wonder if it'll even publish it's so long. hmmm.
I've been walkin alone now
for a long long time
I dont want to hang out, now
With the friends who just aren't mine
(rem)
peacery
I have a laptop with an airport card and of course it picks up everyone's wireless signal if I'm within range and cock it at just the right angle. When I first got it, I went all over the house I live in/under to see if anyone in the close neighborhood had wireless...to no avail. Then, one sunny afternoon, I was plugging away at an article for class, and viola! A small and seemingly insignificant signal came wafting in the window and appeared on my screen. Being an experienced wireless pirate, I attempted (unsuccessfully, I might add) to increase the signal to a level that would allow me to log onto the world-wide (ever notice the irony in that title?..ok, I wont go into the evils of money and capitalism. another blog, another time) so lifting the computer into the window didn't help, moving to the upstairs bathroom didn't help (always works for my cell phone), and the kitchen window didn't help, so I gave up, even as words from rob about his neighbors echoed between the walls of my often hollow-seeming skull (they suddenly found a signal when they sat in the left-southwest quadrant of their couch and tilted their computer at a 37deg angle and lifted their left leg for 2 seconds)
A month or so later, which happened to be 2 nights ago, I realized I had never downloaded an article I needed to read for a quiz we were having the next morning in one of my classes. Looking at the clock revealed it was too late for me to go to campus, download, and get back in time to read AND watch I (heart) Huckabees with my neighbor. Even if I drove and sat in my car and downloaded remotely from the street. I needed a quick fix, and then thought I might just have to get up early because I wasn't missing another chance to watch the promised wonderful silliness of that movie. Then it occurred to me that our friendly neighbors with the incessantly squalling baby had wireless...(they suddenly found a signal when they sat in the left-southwest quadrant of their couch and tilted their computer at a 37deg angle and lifted their left leg for 2 seconds)
mmhhmmmm....I thought, and walked over to the window. I yanked out the make-shift wedge of PVC pipe, and opened it up. Then, laptop and raincoat in hand, crawled out into the wild jungle of underbrush,vines,and saplings that take up the majority of my landlords "acreage"...predominantly rampant growing wisteria, ivy, and one very large camilla tree....yes, tree. not bush, like it's SUPPOSED TO BE! ah the woes of neglect. tsk tsk tsk.
and it was raining...well, drizzling
conscious of the time, I hid amidst branches of the camillia TREE, and low and behold, got the signal I needed for access to the web, downloaded the article, and proudly climbed back through the window, knocked my little wooden model off its position on my tv stand, and jumped to the floor of my dungeon.
Upon further inspection I realized it was the wrong article. Baagh! With a sneer I went BACK to the window, re-un"lock"ed it, and crawled BACK out into the rainforest, but this time my signal in the branches wasn't so great, I needed to get closer. So I crept over to the fence that separates the neighbors wonderfully manicured lot from our legends-of-sleepy-hollow setting, and looked for a signal. Even pressing the l.t. against the fence wasn't good enough, how could that be? I was CLOSER for crying out loud!
The neighbors were indeed home, but I didn't know if perhaps one of the spousal units might be working late, or if there WAS another spousal unit, or if they were even human. But they did have a healthy lunged infant of some sort. Still, venturing over to their lot was risky, and perhaps a bit too thrilling, because I did begin plotting how to sneak to the other side unnoticed. But I couldn't just sit completely on the other side of the fence because that would put me in their driveway, in plain view. And what if there were motion sensor lights on the house? It IS Atlanta, can't be too careful. Hell, what if someone attacked ME? I briefly considered the possibility of just going over and hiding behind the boxwoods at their front porch, appreciating the nice little water garden they have over there (I've always wanted to know if there are fish in it) and Robins advice still echoed ('stealing' wireless net is perfectly legal...you could go sit on their front doorstep and piddle around on the net for all you want and the only thing they could do is say youre tresspassing)
But I ended up wimping out and merely creeping to the corner of the fence, crouching behind a big boxwood, covering up with my electric teal raincoat, being stuck in the butt and legs by wisteria, and downloading the article. Of course the damn thing took SIX minutes. Geez. In the meantime I'm paranoid that someone is going to come up the driveway and spotlight me with their headlights. But they didn't. SO I got the article, took it in, printed, read, and watched Huckabees all before midnight. Ta da. My next project is to find the best place for a signal, machete a path, and construct a makeshift desktop out of wisteria vines so next time it'll be easier. Well, that's if I dont find an antenna that can amplify that signal right into my apt. Which I think it highly possible.
so there you have it. blog of the century. I wonder if it'll even publish it's so long. hmmm.
I've been walkin alone now
for a long long time
I dont want to hang out, now
With the friends who just aren't mine
(rem)
peacery
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
light a candle light a match
ahem...
happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, Happy BIRTHday dear mee, happy birthday to me
(clapping)
thank you
(bow)
haha
happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, Happy BIRTHday dear mee, happy birthday to me
(clapping)
thank you
(bow)
haha
Thursday, March 03, 2005
i dont get it
sometimes we find ourselves so inundated with the worries of daily life that the future becomes an overwhelming weight.
at least that's what i think. then sometimes the future seems so promising that we neglect the present...welcome to the machine
so this morning around 4 am i dreamt i was attacked from above by some strange creature as i found myself in a large body of water. and it was night time. there goes another one of my water dreams. turns out that just as the creature flogs me i managed to be brave and grab it and sling it away from me and simultaneously scream and wake up to see my cat approaching my face where i was safely hidden under the covers and pillows of my bedly womb...so there i am very freshly spooked and an animal really is invading so i grabbed her and threw her off the bed. talk about a morning. i apologized later (9ish) but i think she's so old that by then she didn't remember. but earlier when i did rise, around 7, she was sitting on the floor with her front paws crossed just looking at me like, "bitch"
..."what are You looking at?"...i said.
we have a love/hate relationship
so there began my morning. and my first class was cancelled so i'm taking advantage of the opportunity to announce my escape from the belly of a giant marmot
it was pretty scary
there was another guy in there too who had been there for years he thought. he had a pretty long beard and didn't look too good so i believed him...i offered for him to escape with me but he said he'd been in there so long he wouldn't know how to function in the outside world...weirdo...i recommended therapy
it's 10:30am thursday and its the official end of the academic week for me, alas i have a 4:30-7 class this afternoon....why me
the bus ride i went to write this, 4 a.m., this, letter
at least that's what i think. then sometimes the future seems so promising that we neglect the present...welcome to the machine
so this morning around 4 am i dreamt i was attacked from above by some strange creature as i found myself in a large body of water. and it was night time. there goes another one of my water dreams. turns out that just as the creature flogs me i managed to be brave and grab it and sling it away from me and simultaneously scream and wake up to see my cat approaching my face where i was safely hidden under the covers and pillows of my bedly womb...so there i am very freshly spooked and an animal really is invading so i grabbed her and threw her off the bed. talk about a morning. i apologized later (9ish) but i think she's so old that by then she didn't remember. but earlier when i did rise, around 7, she was sitting on the floor with her front paws crossed just looking at me like, "bitch"
..."what are You looking at?"...i said.
we have a love/hate relationship
so there began my morning. and my first class was cancelled so i'm taking advantage of the opportunity to announce my escape from the belly of a giant marmot
it was pretty scary
there was another guy in there too who had been there for years he thought. he had a pretty long beard and didn't look too good so i believed him...i offered for him to escape with me but he said he'd been in there so long he wouldn't know how to function in the outside world...weirdo...i recommended therapy
it's 10:30am thursday and its the official end of the academic week for me, alas i have a 4:30-7 class this afternoon....why me
the bus ride i went to write this, 4 a.m., this, letter
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
just go in screaming
here I am sitting and waiting for a funny blog to come to mind. I'm overdue...on my blogging, at least, and figure I need to do something about it.
(insert blank stare)
yep, that's about it.
whew-
(insert blank stare)
yep, that's about it.
whew-
Monday, February 14, 2005
On becoming a Simpson-
"no a skunk isn't a mammal..."
next biggest dumb comment I've made so far this century...it might even beat the Viking comment I made a few weeks ago. So, hence the title of this blog, I think I was secretly born as Jessica Simpsons (fraternal) twin sister (ERGO, minus the looks)...I DID, however, learn my ABCs at an early age so they put me up for adoption- sigh
Well, it all started because we, Rob, Laura, and I, were talking at dinner about the rat that got into my apt one sultry Thursday afternoon. The discussion had turned to rodents, and Laura said "what I want to know is, what is a skunk? Is it considered a rodent?" and we queried over it for a few seconds before Rob said "well, it's a mammal...isn't it?" quickly followed by my ridiculously unthought-out retort, and in a very condesending tone as if Robin was such a young naive thing (wait, but isnt he? haha jk) he didn't know a skunk wasn't a mammal...then reality stepped in just as pride from being the "intelligent" member promptly stepped out-
then the conversation turned to the platypus...which, I've found (see Platypus), really IS a mammal (Mammals for Dummies), contrary to our Saturday night groups decision. But it lays eggs, which makes it difficult for the conceptually challenged to...well...conceive. Why are we conceptually challenged, you might ask? Well, by the end of our discussion we had affirmed that the Platypus wasn't a mammal, but perhaps it was a family by itself, then decided that no, the Platypus wasn't a family by itself, but perhaps it was a Marsupial....I mean, COME ON...where were our brains...to think that we, as students at WHS (which I realize might not be saying much as it is) we were actually considered ADVANCED students. YeEsH!
ok, so for the record, the Platypus AND all Marsupials are indeed mammals. we're now clear on that. Whew.
Then, this afternoon, contrary to apparent lack of knowledge, I took an exam in my college sexuality and society class, where sex has become even more UN-conceptual than whether a skunk is a rodent or not...and while I think I did well, we'll just have to wait and find out...)
Happy Valentines Day to all you Cupid fans :)
Peacery-
next biggest dumb comment I've made so far this century...it might even beat the Viking comment I made a few weeks ago. So, hence the title of this blog, I think I was secretly born as Jessica Simpsons (fraternal) twin sister (ERGO, minus the looks)...I DID, however, learn my ABCs at an early age so they put me up for adoption- sigh
Well, it all started because we, Rob, Laura, and I, were talking at dinner about the rat that got into my apt one sultry Thursday afternoon. The discussion had turned to rodents, and Laura said "what I want to know is, what is a skunk? Is it considered a rodent?" and we queried over it for a few seconds before Rob said "well, it's a mammal...isn't it?" quickly followed by my ridiculously unthought-out retort, and in a very condesending tone as if Robin was such a young naive thing (wait, but isnt he? haha jk) he didn't know a skunk wasn't a mammal...then reality stepped in just as pride from being the "intelligent" member promptly stepped out-
then the conversation turned to the platypus...which, I've found (see Platypus), really IS a mammal (Mammals for Dummies), contrary to our Saturday night groups decision. But it lays eggs, which makes it difficult for the conceptually challenged to...well...conceive. Why are we conceptually challenged, you might ask? Well, by the end of our discussion we had affirmed that the Platypus wasn't a mammal, but perhaps it was a family by itself, then decided that no, the Platypus wasn't a family by itself, but perhaps it was a Marsupial....I mean, COME ON...where were our brains...to think that we, as students at WHS (which I realize might not be saying much as it is) we were actually considered ADVANCED students. YeEsH!
ok, so for the record, the Platypus AND all Marsupials are indeed mammals. we're now clear on that. Whew.
Then, this afternoon, contrary to apparent lack of knowledge, I took an exam in my college sexuality and society class, where sex has become even more UN-conceptual than whether a skunk is a rodent or not...and while I think I did well, we'll just have to wait and find out...)
Happy Valentines Day to all you Cupid fans :)
Peacery-
Thursday, February 10, 2005
welcome to the machine
ahh. thursday. which means today is the end of my academic week and tomorrow the only thing i have to come to school for is something that i enjoy, which includes actually applying my knowlegde to real reasearch in the psych dept, not that i dont enjoy this daily learning, but i dont enjoy what learning means for most of us engaged in and to the great Academia...and that's the governments fault, shame on them
on a side note=
I think it's funny how we refer to the gov with a very simple "they"...."they're watching" "they have ways of knowing" "they monitor email activity"....who is coming after you for pirating too much music? "they" are! by george...what was that strange noise outside your window last night?
well, according to my brother it's them,
"shh, did you hear that? they might be listening"
Who? who's listening?
"dude, the government"
classic stefan line
hell, he might be right...but only because he and a few other fellow aspiring engineers are secretly plotting to build a subatomic particle compatible rail-gun large enough to destroy the earth, apparently
so, back to the world of social sciences, not quite as in depth as rail guns and government schemes...really briefly I'd like to say that this morning I took two rather appropriatly brutal exams for Race and Ethnic Relations, and the Holocaust, back to back.
I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one who at a certain point (usually in the wee hours of the morning) decide, with a significant sigh, that studying any more is a futile effort, and then reluctantly goes to bed only to rise before dawn to read on into the endless chapters of print and lecture notes--and i now realize i do it to satisfy the imaginary expectations of the invisible eyes of those unidentified flying beings who watch us all the time and might be taking notes...I mean, I sure dont want to be the one who was a social loafer and went into an exam less prepared than I could be, without even attempting to cram those last little tid bits of information into my jammed skull...what would they say?
on a more eventful topic, and MAYBE to the appreciation of perhaps at least one of my dear readers, I, in a fit of being tired of my excuses as to why I'm not riding much lately, hauled the sur out to conyers in the Tuesday afternoon drizzle--woohoo! a great ride--I even successfully added another notch (or two) to my belt of bike related accidents. Heres what happened.
A new section of the trail is ideal for bmx-inclined mtbers, but actually GETTING to that section on a bmx bike would be, well....lets not think of that right now--I think they do something special for bmx races--anyway, theres a curve in the trail which I have deemed good only for improving your cornering skills b/c it is not only a curve, it's a curve around the side of a large hill (meanin you screw up, you goin down fo sho), and the curve is simulateously a spot for bunny hopping, only hopping that particular spot would require skill that Joseph probably has, but I haven't yet mustered-
But surprisingly I swung around that without a hitch and felt a little glow of " whoa, I did it this time without getting squirrely" and not 10 seconds later (no doubt as a result of that gained confidence as I was traveling a good bit faster and forgetting about the presence of water..aka, mud) found myself moments away from a shoulder to trunk collision with a large oak tree. Quick decision! i slouched my shoulder down far enough to narrowly miss the tree, but consequently lost control while attempting to multitask b/w dodging the tree and maneuvering around and down the trail where the root system presented a little obstaclish jostle, and is also on a "little drop" as some might say--so I proceeded to the air, and upon recontact slid about 4 feet through the mud on my right shoulder and elbow- by that point I was MUDDDDDDY! and even more soaking wet if you can imagine, but, it was a good crash I must say. Indeed. Except my bike sustained what I would expect was a considerable blow to the rear derailluer, a crucial mechanism that I've been warned time and time again is officially on it's last leg...maybe its last toenail, even
so there you have it, end of story.
Peacery-
on a side note=
I think it's funny how we refer to the gov with a very simple "they"...."they're watching" "they have ways of knowing" "they monitor email activity"....who is coming after you for pirating too much music? "they" are! by george...what was that strange noise outside your window last night?
well, according to my brother it's them,
"shh, did you hear that? they might be listening"
Who? who's listening?
"dude, the government"
classic stefan line
hell, he might be right...but only because he and a few other fellow aspiring engineers are secretly plotting to build a subatomic particle compatible rail-gun large enough to destroy the earth, apparently
so, back to the world of social sciences, not quite as in depth as rail guns and government schemes...really briefly I'd like to say that this morning I took two rather appropriatly brutal exams for Race and Ethnic Relations, and the Holocaust, back to back.
I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one who at a certain point (usually in the wee hours of the morning) decide, with a significant sigh, that studying any more is a futile effort, and then reluctantly goes to bed only to rise before dawn to read on into the endless chapters of print and lecture notes--and i now realize i do it to satisfy the imaginary expectations of the invisible eyes of those unidentified flying beings who watch us all the time and might be taking notes...I mean, I sure dont want to be the one who was a social loafer and went into an exam less prepared than I could be, without even attempting to cram those last little tid bits of information into my jammed skull...what would they say?
on a more eventful topic, and MAYBE to the appreciation of perhaps at least one of my dear readers, I, in a fit of being tired of my excuses as to why I'm not riding much lately, hauled the sur out to conyers in the Tuesday afternoon drizzle--woohoo! a great ride--I even successfully added another notch (or two) to my belt of bike related accidents. Heres what happened.
A new section of the trail is ideal for bmx-inclined mtbers, but actually GETTING to that section on a bmx bike would be, well....lets not think of that right now--I think they do something special for bmx races--anyway, theres a curve in the trail which I have deemed good only for improving your cornering skills b/c it is not only a curve, it's a curve around the side of a large hill (meanin you screw up, you goin down fo sho), and the curve is simulateously a spot for bunny hopping, only hopping that particular spot would require skill that Joseph probably has, but I haven't yet mustered-
But surprisingly I swung around that without a hitch and felt a little glow of " whoa, I did it this time without getting squirrely" and not 10 seconds later (no doubt as a result of that gained confidence as I was traveling a good bit faster and forgetting about the presence of water..aka, mud) found myself moments away from a shoulder to trunk collision with a large oak tree. Quick decision! i slouched my shoulder down far enough to narrowly miss the tree, but consequently lost control while attempting to multitask b/w dodging the tree and maneuvering around and down the trail where the root system presented a little obstaclish jostle, and is also on a "little drop" as some might say--so I proceeded to the air, and upon recontact slid about 4 feet through the mud on my right shoulder and elbow- by that point I was MUDDDDDDY! and even more soaking wet if you can imagine, but, it was a good crash I must say. Indeed. Except my bike sustained what I would expect was a considerable blow to the rear derailluer, a crucial mechanism that I've been warned time and time again is officially on it's last leg...maybe its last toenail, even
so there you have it, end of story.
Peacery-
Thursday, February 03, 2005
a symmetric parabola
I see that I have to practically abandon the blog scene to get any response out of anyone. The nerve. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Ok. Just kidding.
Tuesday I dropped my favorite notebook/planner in the toilet of the 9th Floor Bathroom in the Ed. Building. Sigh. I had specifically gone up from the 2nd floor b/c that w.c. was out of t.p., but the stalls up there (and all over campus for that matter) are miniscule--So small that walking in takes really complex maneuvering. So I had put my notebook and water bottle on the t.p. dispenser, entered, slowly turned and wedged my bookbag and satchel beside the toilet, and squeezed in, closing the door behind me. Details later I was attempting to leave the stall. That's when it happened. I managed to get my bags in one hand, and leEAaned back (I felt like I was playing limbo) to open the door, and as I opened the door I brushed the notebook that was still on the t.p. dispenser, and as I turned, splash! I yelped, knowing it was my notebook, then I cursed, "bastard!" and snatched it out within 2 seconds. Is there a rule for dropping things in the toilet? Poor little notebook. Fortunately only a few pages got really wet so I just tore them out and put a bunch of cheap paper towels between pages that appeared to want to be damp. Today you would hardly notice effects of the toilet water assault. Like a phoenix from the ashes, my little notebook survived.
Now I realize I have a habit, it seems, of dropping things into the toilet.HAh.Well. Last summer it was my cell phone...I don't know how it happened. I was just standing there facing the toilet, perhaps contemplating how bad I had to pee from the fourty thousand glasses of spiked punch we'd just consumed, and my friend Jenn, also in the bathroom, b/c girls travel in numbers, remember, thought I was somehow projecting an unidentifiable object into the toilet from waist level. Talk about a confusing moment. Later the next day, after recovering from that hangover, I took my cell apart and cleaned up the frazzled computer boards...it worked for another year or so before I finally gave in and bought a new one--so the odds look good for my planner.
So it's Thursday. ALREADY. This morning Dr.George said "is it just me or is time passing really fast?" and it is man, this semester is flying by. Graduation is just around the bend--yahoo!
Hope anyone who happens to read this has a fandiddly weekend. I'm going to Robs for his birthday party Saturday night. Happy 23rd to Robster! Woo hoo! Wee hee!
later gators
Ok. Just kidding.
Tuesday I dropped my favorite notebook/planner in the toilet of the 9th Floor Bathroom in the Ed. Building. Sigh. I had specifically gone up from the 2nd floor b/c that w.c. was out of t.p., but the stalls up there (and all over campus for that matter) are miniscule--So small that walking in takes really complex maneuvering. So I had put my notebook and water bottle on the t.p. dispenser, entered, slowly turned and wedged my bookbag and satchel beside the toilet, and squeezed in, closing the door behind me. Details later I was attempting to leave the stall. That's when it happened. I managed to get my bags in one hand, and leEAaned back (I felt like I was playing limbo) to open the door, and as I opened the door I brushed the notebook that was still on the t.p. dispenser, and as I turned, splash! I yelped, knowing it was my notebook, then I cursed, "bastard!" and snatched it out within 2 seconds. Is there a rule for dropping things in the toilet? Poor little notebook. Fortunately only a few pages got really wet so I just tore them out and put a bunch of cheap paper towels between pages that appeared to want to be damp. Today you would hardly notice effects of the toilet water assault. Like a phoenix from the ashes, my little notebook survived.
Now I realize I have a habit, it seems, of dropping things into the toilet.HAh.Well. Last summer it was my cell phone...I don't know how it happened. I was just standing there facing the toilet, perhaps contemplating how bad I had to pee from the fourty thousand glasses of spiked punch we'd just consumed, and my friend Jenn, also in the bathroom, b/c girls travel in numbers, remember, thought I was somehow projecting an unidentifiable object into the toilet from waist level. Talk about a confusing moment. Later the next day, after recovering from that hangover, I took my cell apart and cleaned up the frazzled computer boards...it worked for another year or so before I finally gave in and bought a new one--so the odds look good for my planner.
So it's Thursday. ALREADY. This morning Dr.George said "is it just me or is time passing really fast?" and it is man, this semester is flying by. Graduation is just around the bend--yahoo!
Hope anyone who happens to read this has a fandiddly weekend. I'm going to Robs for his birthday party Saturday night. Happy 23rd to Robster! Woo hoo! Wee hee!
later gators
Monday, January 31, 2005
warm up this engine-
this morning began around 7am with me attempting to persuade myself back into sleep for a fleeting few mins before rising to the occasion of cinnamon biscuits (really good, by the way) coffee and Good Morning America--and National lampoons somethingorother that for whatever reason captured me for a good solid 25mins...at least...then I tended to readying myself and left the "lakehouse" as it has come to be called...but really its the "house on 5 strategically placed endangered fish ponds"...lakehouse is way easier
1hr20mins later, me and Avril Lavigne rolled up to the Atl abode to drop off groceries, I left her (briefly), and ran in, grabbed an apple, a banana, and my nalgene in mid sprint toward the door to catch the 11:30 subway. I hadn't changed the water in my Nalgene b/c it was the same full bottle of water I'd planned to take Friday but forgot, and to me, it seems like being a closed container, the water is still ok. During the ride to school the only person who's ever really criticized my drinking "old" water (because I do this often, esp in the car, and on the trail) called me and I dropped the line that I had last weeks water with me. To which Kevin replies "oh gad rachel, dont drink that water...I mean it" ....so maybe I said I wouldn't (I probably did, say that, I mean) but I did...drink it, that is. And I've been really proud of myself about drinking more water since the acquisition of my new green bottle. Thursday I got down a full 96oz thru the course of the day, and also peed about that many times.
SOOOO....About 20mins before class numero uno was over I was down to about 6oz of water when suddenly I spotted a curious little occurrence going on inside my bottle. Surely it's not what I think it is. But, indeed, there were little white dots floating around in the remaining water. No doubt they had been growing on the surface over the weekend and were jostled into submersion and I didn't notice (imagine that) so I, with quiet contemplation, begin to wonder :
#1 if anyone else had noticed I was drinking molded water
#2 about how much mold I had ingested so far
#3 if the dull ache in my gut was from the mold
#4 if the ache was imagined b/c I have a tendency toward hypochondria, and
#5 that maybe it would turn out to be ok seeing as how mold makes penicillin
eh?
Well I'm not dead yet, and I'm on bottle #2...which, upon finishing, will put me at my daily 8-10...then onward if I can manage...drinking water is my new hobby, and there better be some good thing coming out of it too...because finding a restroom every 30mins gets to be a hassle.
During Sexuality and Society we discussed how "gender" in our society is still attemptedly crammed into two boxes of male and female...and after the discussion of all the different "types" of gender, we constructed a gender line, with arnold Schwartzenegger (sp) on one end and (aftermuch deliberation) Halle Berry at the other...so Janet Reno was on Arnolds team and Richard Simmons was on with Halle...and we were left with wondering where we fell on that line and Had we changed over time?
I dont know? Have I? Have you ever noticed deliberation (a fav word of mine) is De-liberation- we weren't quite as liberated after that decision
back to me (as the other rb would say) I guess maybe I am a little more comfortable using a "male-style" wallet now than I would have if I was still attending school or living in the twilight zone of woodruff (which is beginning to encompass most of spartanburg county, as far as chips are concerned)...but the wallet is bad ass, and carrying a stupid GIRL wallet is just too much sometimes. No doubt I carry the wallet inside a bag that could serve as a purse instead of my back pocket (unless I need to) and aside from the fact that I carry as many small books in that bag as possible throughout my day, it IS my purse, but it's not a purse, it's a satchel...carried along beside my Bookbag...theres a difference.
now we're onto our last leg of energy
6% to be exact, I'm gonna get a warning soon-
theres ice on the ground
and I'm
moving
into
the
process
of
ending
1hr20mins later, me and Avril Lavigne rolled up to the Atl abode to drop off groceries, I left her (briefly), and ran in, grabbed an apple, a banana, and my nalgene in mid sprint toward the door to catch the 11:30 subway. I hadn't changed the water in my Nalgene b/c it was the same full bottle of water I'd planned to take Friday but forgot, and to me, it seems like being a closed container, the water is still ok. During the ride to school the only person who's ever really criticized my drinking "old" water (because I do this often, esp in the car, and on the trail) called me and I dropped the line that I had last weeks water with me. To which Kevin replies "oh gad rachel, dont drink that water...I mean it" ....so maybe I said I wouldn't (I probably did, say that, I mean) but I did...drink it, that is. And I've been really proud of myself about drinking more water since the acquisition of my new green bottle. Thursday I got down a full 96oz thru the course of the day, and also peed about that many times.
SOOOO....About 20mins before class numero uno was over I was down to about 6oz of water when suddenly I spotted a curious little occurrence going on inside my bottle. Surely it's not what I think it is. But, indeed, there were little white dots floating around in the remaining water. No doubt they had been growing on the surface over the weekend and were jostled into submersion and I didn't notice (imagine that) so I, with quiet contemplation, begin to wonder :
#1 if anyone else had noticed I was drinking molded water
#2 about how much mold I had ingested so far
#3 if the dull ache in my gut was from the mold
#4 if the ache was imagined b/c I have a tendency toward hypochondria, and
#5 that maybe it would turn out to be ok seeing as how mold makes penicillin
eh?
Well I'm not dead yet, and I'm on bottle #2...which, upon finishing, will put me at my daily 8-10...then onward if I can manage...drinking water is my new hobby, and there better be some good thing coming out of it too...because finding a restroom every 30mins gets to be a hassle.
During Sexuality and Society we discussed how "gender" in our society is still attemptedly crammed into two boxes of male and female...and after the discussion of all the different "types" of gender, we constructed a gender line, with arnold Schwartzenegger (sp) on one end and (aftermuch deliberation) Halle Berry at the other...so Janet Reno was on Arnolds team and Richard Simmons was on with Halle...and we were left with wondering where we fell on that line and Had we changed over time?
I dont know? Have I? Have you ever noticed deliberation (a fav word of mine) is De-liberation- we weren't quite as liberated after that decision
back to me (as the other rb would say) I guess maybe I am a little more comfortable using a "male-style" wallet now than I would have if I was still attending school or living in the twilight zone of woodruff (which is beginning to encompass most of spartanburg county, as far as chips are concerned)...but the wallet is bad ass, and carrying a stupid GIRL wallet is just too much sometimes. No doubt I carry the wallet inside a bag that could serve as a purse instead of my back pocket (unless I need to) and aside from the fact that I carry as many small books in that bag as possible throughout my day, it IS my purse, but it's not a purse, it's a satchel...carried along beside my Bookbag...theres a difference.
now we're onto our last leg of energy
6% to be exact, I'm gonna get a warning soon-
theres ice on the ground
and I'm
moving
into
the
process
of
ending
Thursday, January 27, 2005
all natural (from concentrate)
it seems no one notices those little words. now, for all the world to know! from concentrate means TOILET WATER!!!! ok, not really toilet water, but my mother affirmed it's a well known fact they dont exactly use drinking water to deconcentrate concentrated fruit juice (and MY mom is always right, usually). But if you really like the stuff and are too lazy to reach through the shelves into the orchard for a farmhand to hand you a "Natures Own" jug of nonconcentrate or if you just REALLY like the from concentrate stuff, at least just buy the concentrate (it's way cheaper) and mix it with your own toilet water...then at least you know where it's coming from...
but for some of you who might be confused...
ahem...no, you dont HAVE to use toilet water
so today was a good day. by good I mean that even though I got into my first class 3 minutes late because the line at starbucks was so long and even though I spilled a portion of my tripletallnowhipmochaforrachel over my hand while entering class, at least the class was good...and really moving...i think at one point the professor almost cried. talk about passionate. he's one of the most passionate professors I have this semester...besides my sex and society prof...and that just comes with the territory...it would suck to have a non-passionate pro-sex professor--then what would be the point?
then I went to hear another professor speak about Involuntary Celibacy...as the title of her seminar indicated "I can't get no satisfaction"...
Sadly, I didn't really learn anything except that involuntary celibates usually have really high expectations of WHO they want. One guy who she said filled out her survey said he wanted a "tall slender blonde who is educated, "politically savvy," and who has her own career"...(well who the hell doesn't?) but this man, in particular, was an overweight computer tech (no offense to comp techs, you make the world go round these days) who worked from the basement of a small firm in rural texas and barely cleared 23k annually...(then of course he needs a woman with a career)
but, if I may be so bold
WTF?
right...so next time you find yourself wondering why you can't get no satisfaction, who exactly are you wanting to get it FROM? maybe you should just settle for the chunky girl in accounts payable who's had a crush on you for years? you never know...she might just rock your world...and she has a great personality!
the professor giving the speech kept hinting that she may give a solution to involuntary celibates...but it never really reached what I would call a solution, just information about what other people have done...turns out the sooner you address it, the better....
isn't that just the story of our lives-
my married with children friend who met me there (despite the fact that we were both hungry and intended to get lunch until I decided to detour via the speakers auditorium) kept elbowing me (she's recently come into NONinvoluntarycelibacy) saying "she needs to survey me! I'd tell her 'how did I cope? Masturbation baby!'"...to which I finally gave in and said "ok lets go get lunch"...that seemed to make her happy...hah...and over lunch I made the mistake of asking how her sex life was now that it was rekindled, and she said "hell, ANY sex is good...and at least now my hand isn't so tired!"....classic
you're thinking (my god, is this what women talk about over lunch?) well, yea, sometimes...you DONT?
honestly, I think society should be a lot more open about sex and sexuality, so I'm going to make it a point to mention this stuff on my blog occasionally...if for no other reason than shock therapy. There you have it. No worries, no personal stuff, and everything remains anonymous- but you know who you are....
hahaha...just kidding
maybe
but for the record she and I REALLY talked about the latest book we both happened to get and read over christmas break called MANS SEARCH FOR MEANING...by Dr. Frankl. He is a concentration camp survivor, a psychiatrist, and one of the founders of Logotherapy. Something I think can be summed up as a way of living that focuses on suffering. With a great emphasis on being worthy of your suffering. So there.
today I have consumed 64 ounces of water. Proudly. And I'm on my 3rd bottle. And I'm officially about to float out of the computer lab
...about that time eh chap?
right-o
but for some of you who might be confused...
ahem...no, you dont HAVE to use toilet water
so today was a good day. by good I mean that even though I got into my first class 3 minutes late because the line at starbucks was so long and even though I spilled a portion of my tripletallnowhipmochaforrachel over my hand while entering class, at least the class was good...and really moving...i think at one point the professor almost cried. talk about passionate. he's one of the most passionate professors I have this semester...besides my sex and society prof...and that just comes with the territory...it would suck to have a non-passionate pro-sex professor--then what would be the point?
then I went to hear another professor speak about Involuntary Celibacy...as the title of her seminar indicated "I can't get no satisfaction"...
Sadly, I didn't really learn anything except that involuntary celibates usually have really high expectations of WHO they want. One guy who she said filled out her survey said he wanted a "tall slender blonde who is educated, "politically savvy," and who has her own career"...(well who the hell doesn't?) but this man, in particular, was an overweight computer tech (no offense to comp techs, you make the world go round these days) who worked from the basement of a small firm in rural texas and barely cleared 23k annually...(then of course he needs a woman with a career)
but, if I may be so bold
WTF?
right...so next time you find yourself wondering why you can't get no satisfaction, who exactly are you wanting to get it FROM? maybe you should just settle for the chunky girl in accounts payable who's had a crush on you for years? you never know...she might just rock your world...and she has a great personality!
the professor giving the speech kept hinting that she may give a solution to involuntary celibates...but it never really reached what I would call a solution, just information about what other people have done...turns out the sooner you address it, the better....
isn't that just the story of our lives-
my married with children friend who met me there (despite the fact that we were both hungry and intended to get lunch until I decided to detour via the speakers auditorium) kept elbowing me (she's recently come into NONinvoluntarycelibacy) saying "she needs to survey me! I'd tell her 'how did I cope? Masturbation baby!'"...to which I finally gave in and said "ok lets go get lunch"...that seemed to make her happy...hah...and over lunch I made the mistake of asking how her sex life was now that it was rekindled, and she said "hell, ANY sex is good...and at least now my hand isn't so tired!"....classic
you're thinking (my god, is this what women talk about over lunch?) well, yea, sometimes...you DONT?
honestly, I think society should be a lot more open about sex and sexuality, so I'm going to make it a point to mention this stuff on my blog occasionally...if for no other reason than shock therapy. There you have it. No worries, no personal stuff, and everything remains anonymous- but you know who you are....
hahaha...just kidding
maybe
but for the record she and I REALLY talked about the latest book we both happened to get and read over christmas break called MANS SEARCH FOR MEANING...by Dr. Frankl. He is a concentration camp survivor, a psychiatrist, and one of the founders of Logotherapy. Something I think can be summed up as a way of living that focuses on suffering. With a great emphasis on being worthy of your suffering. So there.
today I have consumed 64 ounces of water. Proudly. And I'm on my 3rd bottle. And I'm officially about to float out of the computer lab
...about that time eh chap?
right-o
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