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Monday, May 16th, 2005
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2:36 am - Another reason why breasts are bad, but ratchet sets are good.
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I had enough quarters around to do one load of laundry tonight, and enough random other change to still ride the bus in the morning. A little after 2am, I walked over to get the clothes out of the dryer, but found the door to the laundry room closed. And locked. Fun.
I knock, hoping someone is just having sex on the floor. No answer. So I go around to the side with the always-slightly-cracked windows. No one is having sex. :( I pry one of the screens off of the windows and try to open it all the way. It doesn't budge because they've got some sort of screw clamp on the window track. I try reaching in, but my arm is way to short. So, I do a backbend (yes, that skill has finally come in handy for something other than giving backward blowjobs in the shower!!) to slide my head and shoulders through the small opening, stopping, of course, when my breasts get in the way. I'm still an inch shy of the screw. I go home and grab some tools. Yes, I have my own ratchet set, which I love dearly. It was my favorite Christmas present one year! It works perfectly on the clamp screw, and I am able to climb through the window and onto the dryers.
I left the screen off and the clamp on the window sill, hoping that someone will get the idea that maybe the laundry room door shouldn't lock out people who are washing clothes in there.
current mood:  sleepy
current music: "Crush" - Dave Matthews Band
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| Sunday, August 15th, 2004
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7:00 pm
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| Wednesday, January 15th, 2003
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4:58 pm
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But soft, what light from yonder monitor breaks
It is the East, and LJ is the sun.
I've been finding it hard to keep up with my friends' posts, much less locate the will to update.
There's really too much, or not enough worth writing about, depending on how you look at it. If you wanna know, give me a call. :-P
current mood:  aggravated
current music: Library noises
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| Wednesday, January 1st, 2003
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6:18 pm
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So the party went surprisingly well. I had fun.
The food was good and filling. Some people brought desserts in addition to the cocoa apple cake that my mom made. The poison was wonderful!!
I got many great presents, including: the aforementioned apple pie and homemade cookies, champagne, cherry cordials, lotions, Lilo & Stitch, perfume, a sweater for my stuffed Panda, a PDA, and a birthday party. All of the gifts are a perfect fit (except the handheld device, which was very thoughtful).
We played Who Wants to be a Millionaire, and my sisters won.
My turtle bit me for the first time while I was showing her off. Then I accidentally dropped her on the floor. Oops!
I think everyone else had a reasonably good time, too.
:)
current music: My noisy room
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| Tuesday, December 31st, 2002
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4:12 am
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you are cordially invited to attend a birthday dinner at my house. i don't know if we'll be having chimichangas or curry, but either way, it will be good. i'm thinking dinner will be at about 6pm, but anyone can show up before that. and we can play some games or watch a movie or something normal like that.
sound good? give me a call! don't leave me alone with my parents again!!! :P
current mood:  excited
current music: "It's a Beautiful Day" - Pizzicato Five
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| Monday, December 30th, 2002
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7:16 pm - Oh-so-pathetic...
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| Tuesday, December 24th, 2002
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5:13 am - Effectively using this forum to get advice...
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I'm posting this email I just wrote to a good friend, whom I met in first grade. She has invited me to come visit her in New Mexico, and is wondering why I may not be able to come.
I basically want feedback from anyone and everyone, because I know I have much to learn. If you would say, "Hey, my friend Bob went through something like this about a year ago! He might have some advice," feel free to give Bob the link. I'm even going to overlook sentences that begin with "When I was your age..." However, I ask that no one bash any religions in my journal.
( It's Long! )
Any comments and criticisms are welcome.
current mood:  contemplative
current music: "Don't Dream It's Over" - Crowded House
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| Saturday, December 21st, 2002
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1:48 pm - Don't try this at home, kids!
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I've just sewn my index finger and thumb together.
current mood: amused
current music: "When You're Falling" - Afro Celt Sound System & P.G.
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| Thursday, December 19th, 2002
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3:44 pm
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No internet access. No cell phone.
We have to cut off Satan's access to our lives. Of course! Why didn't I think of that?!
So if anyone wants to contact me, call my home number. I'll try to check my email once a day via the library. My mom might let me use her computer for a few minutes a day. Lovely, eh?
She has good intentions.
And I have a great incentive to move out of the house.
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| Tuesday, December 17th, 2002
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4:19 am - Hey, check this out, yo.
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livejournal.meetup.com
Tuesday, December 17, 8pm
Ken's Doughnuts & Pastries, 2820 Guadalupe St, Austin, TX
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| Wednesday, December 11th, 2002
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12:27 pm - Email from friend Cara... ACK!
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http://www3.jcpenney.com/jcp/Products.asp?GrpTyp=PRD&ItemID=05b5baa&RefPa
Hello,lovelies -
I got this link from a friend, clicked on it, and was
appalled to see that JC Penney is selling a model of a
bombed-out house with an American soldier standing
proudly on top. I thought it was a hoax, but I've
double-checked the website's validity and it's true.
Egads.
Please write JC Penney to complain - stridently, if
you're feeling up to it. This is really inexcusable.
You can click on "contact us," "customer service," and
then "email us" to write them a complaint.
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| Tuesday, December 10th, 2002
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2:50 am - VROOM VROOM!
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An adjuster from my insurance company came out to look at my car today. She said it would most likely be totaled, and was nice enough to set me up with a rental car for several days. Now I can drive more than five miles at time and not worry that my vehicle will explode... Thus begins the search for another Honda. This is getting old.
current music: "Fake Plastic Trees" - Radiohead
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| Monday, December 9th, 2002
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3:30 am - Little Red Riding Beatnik
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I finally ventured of the property last night, and did some reading at B&N. My hair was wet, so I put it up in a beret. Then I grabbed my mom's red cloak instead of my coat to avoid wearing all black. I must have looked insane, but Meg and Ben were kind enough not to say anything. They called me and met me there after their play. I told them that they could locate me in the store by following the young tot who was continuously making a brbrbrbrb brbrbrbrb sound with her lips. She was adorable, decked out in holiday colors.
I need to ask Jane if I can babysit Gabriel sometime soon to get my baby fix. I can't believe he's already a year old!
Abby came by for a visit this evening. I would have rather gone to her place, but I didn't feel good leaving Mom at home alone (especially because Brittany was out playing pool with Dad.) Unfortunately, Adam wasn't feeling particularly social this evening; he seems like a good kid, and I'd like to get to know him better. Any man who can keep up with Abby deserves much respect.
Bre finally has internet access in her Berlin apartment, and it's been GREAT to chat with her again. She was kind enough to let me know that after four years, the shock of her parents' divorce hasn't completely gone away. Sounds great, eh?
current mood: determined
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| Sunday, December 8th, 2002
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3:16 am
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Ah. Life is... yeah, that's about it. Life just is today.
I'm officially back in Austin. To stay. (For at least a few weeks.) I had plenty of time to cry and simultaneously ignore family issues while in Mission. It was probably a good thing that I was alone for a while.
Mom's coping capabilities are lessening. We're having some good bonding time, though. Last night we watched Lilo & Stitch, and I eventually was able to get her into bed at about 4am. She's been numbing herself with computer games. I should never have introduced her to popcap.com.
When I woke up this "morning", Dad was working in the back yard on the pool and lawn. I felt like I should be kind, and offered him lunch. We ate outside together because he's not allowed in the house. Mom sat in the living room and cried. On the up side, Dad took my computer with him, and he intends to fix it for me, since he has all that spare time on his hands. He must be lonely, and I can't decide whether I care or not.
Mom and I half-jokingly refer to my father as "the pool man".
We hung (or hanged?... but i think that's only for humans) Christmas lights today. Just a few over the garage door, and I put together "the cross" for Mom. (I did it without cursing, which seems to be a feat my father could never accomplish.) It was nice to use a hammer and screwdriver again. I miss it.
I finished Stranger in a Strange Land last night. I'm still chewing on it, internalizing the truths I like, and spitting out those that don't mesh with my world-view. It's interesting that my grandfather has read the book several times and still manages to be the jackass that he is. I wonder if he could somehow justify dismissing the lessons of the book because he "met 'Bob' Heinlein at a camp" (which is his code word for nudist colony... as if I wouldn't figure it out). He's the type to think he's above taking advice from anyone, particularly someone he knows. Then I stop and think: if I'm so much like my father, and he like his, could I dislike Grandpa so much because I have the same character flaws, but ignore them as well?
Off I go, in search of the illusive Sandman.
current mood: contemplative
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| Thursday, December 5th, 2002
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1:59 am - I miss my music.
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I'm going home tomorrow. Haven't been extremely useful this week, and I'm starting to fall into depression. I've been in a holding pattern for a month, and it's driving me up the wall. There's so much to do back in Austin, and it scares me, but I know that keeping busy will help tremendously.
Monique is staying with Mom and Britt for a few days. She and Ryan had another big fight. I look forward to joining the party.
Planning on leaving McAllen at 11:15am and arriving in Austin at either 5:45pm or 6:10pm, depending on which bus I can get on. I can pray that I get my own seat.
I was tired, but couldn't fall asleep last night, so I took a few shots of tequila. Usually I would fall asleep within half an hour, but no, not last night. I had the windows open, and the clack-clack of the train (continuously for 2 hours!) was not helping. I was a pair of pants short of walking the 1/4 mile to the tracks and offering the nice engineer man sexual favors if he would stop the train so I could sleep. It's occurring to me now that pants would be erroneous with that sort of proposal.
current mood: homesick
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| Monday, December 2nd, 2002
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1:13 am - "It ain't a perty sight, a prairie dog turned inside-out..."
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| Saturday, November 30th, 2002
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11:13 pm - Easy as pie charts.
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We are out of pie. I think that the period of giving thanks should end when the last piece of pie in the house has been eaten. I should no longer be required to be thankful for anything. I shouldn't have to smile lovingly at my grandmother, nor laugh politely at my grandfather's jokes, nor appear to ponder the "words of wisdom" that my aunt spills out whenever we're alone. And you know what the worst part of all this is? The fact that we're out of pumpkin pie. I'll have to find a different kind of sugar with which to console myself.
Mom's doing better... hasn't cried for a couple of days. Now I don't feel so guilty for leaving.
current mood:  weird
current music: The Blues Channel on DishNetwork
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| Friday, November 29th, 2002
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11:22 pm - "Do they live in Buda or Pest?"
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My cousin-in-law, Joshua Seely, wrote a Letter to the Editor. He and his wife have lived in Budapest for about 1.5 years. I like how he manages to insult more than one people group at a time, and I hope that the newlywed couple suffers no bodily harm.
I'm ready to go home now. Maybe I can convince a family member or friend to come down and visit me next weekend?
I won our game of Swedish-Rummy!!! Aunt Robin says that you're either lucky in love or lucky in cards. I won by almost 700 points, so what does that say about my love life?
current mood:  bored
current music: The Cosby Show?
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Yer Eyes
"You ask me how can I love you
You said that I was the prize
You don't know what I see in you
But then you can't look deep in yer eyes
You said that you were afraid
I was only going through a phase
You don't know how I can love you
Oh, let me count the ways
The way you make me sigh
When you whisper in my ear
The way you make me cry
Then kiss away my tears
The way that you want me
To do it over again and again and again
The way that I love you
Some people think it's a sin
You ask me how can I love you
You said that I was the prize
You don't know what I see in you
But then you can't look deep in yer eyes
The way you turn me on
Oh, the way you treat me right
The way we giggle at dawn
The way we wiggle all night
The way that we fit like
Two spoons in a drawer
The way that we make love
'Til all four legs are sore
Is it your hair so red?
Could it be your skin so fair?
Is it something you said?
Or maybe something that you did on a dare?
Is it your grace and style?
Could it be your charm and wit?
Is it your sexy smile?
Or what you do to me with it?
You ask me how can I love you
You said that I was the prize
You don't know what I see in you
But honey, you can't look deep in yer eyes."
The Therapy Sisters. A little juvenile, I know. But so FUN! It has a nice beat to which I like to salsa. I should go out dancing sometime this week, if I can find the right place.
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12:53 am - It's not easy being green-eyed
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I never thought that I would miss my mother this much. We've never been terribly close, but in the past week we've grown together, and it's tearing me up to not be with her today. I know she's got my other sisters with her, but it's not the same. Monique is going to go home tonight, and Brittany may not take the time to tuck Mom in like I've been doing.
But hey, let's not dwell on all this sad crap, right?
On our way out of town, Dad and I stopped at Pho 75 for dinner. We walked in expecting the usual "Hi, how'doon?" from the waitress, but she wasn't there. She had a baby boy the night before last, but her husband (or maybe father?) came to our table and said, "Hi, how you doin'?" more articulately than we expected. It was so amusing.
I woke up this morning, barely able to get my eyes to open half way. There must be something in the air down here that I'm allergic to. The combination of the allergies, turkey and wine made me so sleepy, that I took a nap in the evening and didn't wake up until 9:30pm. I had such horrible dreams involving several car accidents in a row that had me in tears. And the family dynamic in all of my dreams is messed up, too. I keep trying to get my parents back together based on mathematical proofs, but it never works out.
current mood:  lonely
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