Wednesday, June 30, 2004
"I've always been standing in your doorway."
-Mary Jane to Peter, Spiderman 2
Boys just never get it, do they?
H-burger and I saw Spidey do his thang tonight. Not bad... though I don't have much to say because about halfway through I entirely lost my focus when the landlord's daughter offered Peter a piece of chocolate cake and a glass of milk and a second later they are showing the two of them finishing up some yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
Get your act together, man.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Somewhere there is a God... and God knew all I needed to make my pathetic Reality TV addiction complete was this. Thank you. Thank you, God. er... VH1.
"You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things."
"Like what" I said. My mouth was dry.
"I don't know. Like take their hands when the slow song comes up for a change. Or be the one who asks someone for a date. Or tell people what you need. Or what you want."
-the perks of being a wallflower, stephen chbosky
Thanks for the good read, B. I'll have to drop by the B Wilibrary for another soon.
Monday, June 28, 2004
I know there is a serious dearth of pictures from this year so far, but I'm working on that. Here's what I have so far.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Just for kicks I'll begin this update on my weekend roadtrip with a new Flavor of the Week.
Could this hunky mountain man be any hotter? No, not really. I wouldn't go around telling him that though... we don't want him to get a big head. I actually think the scruffy new beard is pretty sexy. I hear he's a "very tasty fish" and he's seriously adorable when he sheepishly admits to being "wrong", even if it's just something little like who laid which Uno card in which order. Also, suddenly he gives these amazing bear hugs... or maybe he always did, but I've only hugged him like 3 times ever I think, so maybe I wouldn't really know if this is a new development. And that French flag was cute until he nearly poked my eye out with it. haha.
So, since variety is the spice of life, I tried lots of new things this weekend, for example:
Even though I spent considerably more time driving by myself than actually hanging out with the person I went to see, it was a super fun trip, with plenty of the 4 Bs (Boys, Beer, Baseball, and Buffalo wings!). I was getting used to not having Brian around... but now I'm going to miss him hard-core again for awhile. Oh, and I saw fireflies on the way home. I don't think there are fireflies in Florida.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Yeah! Just a couple hours of work until I my favorite thing: Time off and a road trip. Heading to one of my favorite states to see my favorite person on the planet!
I'm very excited. I think I can safely say that since meeting Brian in June of 2000 I have NEVER gone so long without seeing the kid. About half that time we lived multiple states away... but I still saw him! I mean, I talk to him all the time... but he's 10 times as awesome in person. Well worth a stupid-long drive for slightly less than 24 hours with Mr. Kudu.
So, if you miss me this weekend... good. we all like to be missed. I'll be back Monday.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
I feel like you all know this by now... but then again I (like everyone else) greatly underestimate my enormous fan base.
Anyway, a large portion of my hair is currently "Red Passion" (which in reality is more of a magenta). I'm damn cute.
Oddly enough, I expected a little more "shock and awe" but pretty much no one is phased since I'm so damn "colorful" already. In fact, more than one person has voted for "MORE! MORE!". I quite like it the way it is... but I'm open to suggestions.
I guess it would now be appropriate to show you a pic or something but I am beyond too lazy for that. maybe later.
Anyone who has ever declared me impatient has certainly never seen me hard at work educating our galaxy's youth. I am nothing if not patient. Even I don't really know how I do it, but I suspect it has something to do with the opportunity to hear quotes like this coming out of the mouth of an 8 year old:
"I miss the old times... when I was young."
Thanks for that, Eli.
After years of fear and hesitation, I was intrigued into consulting the magic 8 ball. This may sound stupid but I take it very seriously, and if you know me well at all... you'll know why.
There are 2 rules for consulting the 8 ball. 1) You must truly be prepared to accept the 8 ball's answer... whichever way it may go. 2) You cannot ask it a question you already know the answer to in order to test its validity as it is smarter than you and can see through your feeble games. In this case it will often produce an incorrect answer just to screw with you.
So, I am not one for knowing the future because that takes all the anticipation out of life, and frankly we all know that's the part worth living for. Because of this I kept my question nice and vague... but just detailed enough. Let's just say I'm content with the answer (without a doubt)... and am interested to see just which of many vague options will come to pass.
Though... I have also learned for the thousandth time, the thing about putting yourself out there is that you set yourself up for disappointment.
Monday, June 21, 2004
I am a bad person.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Have you heard 311's Love Song?
I don't mind 311, however they could have done a way better job with that. I mean, it's good... but it's so not the Cure. It could have been awesome if they put a little of their usual 311-ness into it.
After a week of spotty updates:
Wanna know anything about the Science of Art? After this week at Day Camp I can probaly teach you a thing or two.
Apologies to Brian in Iowa for watching Donnie Darko with another Brian. G (as opposed to 'g') tells me he made a pouty face upon hearing that... though he was drunk and likely doesn't remember. and also for having to find myself a new encyclopdia for the summer. But thanks, Shad, for having quick answers when enquiring minds want to know.
Love Actually is the absolute definition of torture for me. It's like the Barbie Doll of unrealistic expectations. Why me? And during an alternate movie night five virgins killed themselves. How tragic.
I have big plans to visit Brian in Iowa in Iowa next week. (If you haven't been following along you may think I just repeated myself unnecessarily. You're wrong.) I hope to catch Fahrenheit 9/11 while in Des Moines.
What else did I do this week?
I am getting my own office. Yeah!
I went out on the town with Meek and the Bulldog... and was joined briefly by some boys who had better things to do.
I saw the lugs and had a superb evening which rivaled most in the recent past.
Hmm... I guess that's it. But one last thanks to B for helping with the pool. All in the name of... SCIENCE!
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Upon seeing a bright light in the distance through some nearby trees and the faint light pollution from the Meijer parking lot lights on the low clouds, I thought as matter-of-factly as one could possibly think such a thing, "hmmm. what time is it? must be fireworks."
It's been 6 months, friends. I'm afraid it doesn't go away.
also, congrats to the boys for winning their hockey game! and andy scored!
I can't possiby express just how much Joe Glass rocks my world.
He may have just been doing his job like he does every other day of the week, but he (and The Mike) made my transfer from dzones to liquidweb.com so unbelievably seemless I couldn't even be sure it had happened.
Thank you guys SO much. I couldn't have muddled through that technical mumbo jumbo by myself if my life depended on it.
Meanwhile, if the rest of you notice anything that isn't working around here, let me know ASAP and I'll see if I can't get that taken care of. Though I imagine you'll find nothing (at least that has to do with switching hosts... cuz Joe rocks).
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
yay, pistons!
ah, neglect.
i swear i am in the process of switching hosting companies and i also definitely should have some pics on the way soon. blame walgreen's for the delay.
meanwhile, i got a 25 (why don't keyboards have a cent sign on them? grrr..) cent raise today. apparently i'm fantastic. who knew?
also (and i cant wait to see my search engine hits soar after this comment) my denny's graveyard shift waitressing, trailer park living sister is hoping to get into the porn industry. as a photographer. she prefers the term erotica. either way she makes the youngest and me look better and better in the eyes of the parents every day.
enough for now, but in a couple hours you may get a "yay, pistons!" out of me. we'll see.
Friday, June 11, 2004
Things:
This week the Daily Jill comes in the format of a mix cd. God bless the Jill. There's nothing like a quality mix tape/cd and they don't come my way nearly often enough.
I know I say this once a month at least, but I really hate CGI in movies. I really do. Some special effect are ok, and even quite brilliant but CG 'living things' just drive me crazy. Also props to the crack smoking casting director who thought Judi Dench and Vin Diesel really needed to make a movie together.
A miracle occured at approximately 7:50pm this evening when, on my way to the movie theater I was pulled over for alledgedly going 50 in a 35. When I asked if I knew how fast I was going I guessed 45, which I thought was actually the speed limit on that stretch of road. Since I was apparently going 15 over, admitted to going 10 over, and my driving record is... well, imperfect, I was SHOCKED to see the officer get out of his car and return with only my driver's license in hand. The planets had clearly aligned in my favor today. This will be taken as a sure omen that I will be going to Europe this fall, as the heavens clearly don't want me spending my money on speeding tickets.
I know I have some friends that are married and have kids, but those aren't the friends I hang out with much. This evening a friend of mine had to remove a baby seat from his car so Amy and I could sit in the back. That just blew my mind. I still really have no words.
This week has been a week of blasts from the past. At the boys' hockey game on Wednesday I noticed that the "zamboni guy" looked awefully familiar and sure enough it was a guy who grew up one street over from me. We lived in a small neighborhood with only a few families with kids so we all hung out a lot. I graduated with his brother and was very good friends with his sister when we were young. It was just weird to see him and talk to him. The funny thing is, he was nothing like I remembered him. Perhaps he just partied a little too hard when he was younger...
The other blast from the past came today while filling out the necessary paperwork to get my health and dental insurance. My insurance agent was from my side of town and after a few probing questions (she apparently thought I seemed familiar) we realized I had graduated with her son, Jeremy. I have actually talked to him once or twice since high school, but it is always fun to get an update on someone, especially from their mom's point of view.
I hope Brian has a good time being Tom Sawyer and a safe drive home. I hope to see him soon!
And the night of random suck continues...
After an evening that got crappier the later it got, all I wanted in the world was to pic up my pictures and laugh at my goofy friends. Well, eff u, Walgreens.
I've gotten about a million rolls of film developed at Walgreens in Florida so I know what I can expect. I should have seen it coming when this Walgreens told me they couldn't make my regular photo CDs from my film, just floppy disks. Ok, well, whatever, I just wanted to put them online, I don't care what they are stored on.
I just picked them up and there are some really fun pictures, however the disk sucks ass. I'm so pissed because I didn't even want prints but they told me they couldn't just make a disk, they had to do both. Fine. Well, the images on the disk are awful! They are so low res and just... I can't use them. They are useless. So, I spent like $11 on prints I don't want and a disk I can't use. They're kidding themselves if they think I'll let this slide. (If only because they just ruined my crapy night!) I should get Ben on the case. He's good at stickin' it to the man.
Anyway, for you Florida dwellers who thought I had been making up friends since there was no recent photographic evidence of me ever leaving the house, here's what I can show you. I'm so sticking to the digital cam from now on.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Status quo my middle name is not.
Shaking things up is what I do best. I don't care if "this is just how we've always done it". In fact, if for no other reason than because those words just came out of your mouth, I am going to do everything in my power to flip your tidy little world upside down and give it a good shake. Think outside your tiny biosphere, people.
"It might just take some time for you to get used to the way we do things around here." HA! Honey, it might just take ya'll some time to adjust to the fact that I don't tip toe around for anyone and I certainly don't expend any effort quietly blending into the scenery like a submissive little wallflower. I will do things my way and I will do them damn well and in my wake I will leave a world which is more beautiful, more organized, more peaceful, and a hell of a lot more efficient.
Sunday, June 06, 2004
What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
The summer of my discontent...
Seriously. What the hell am I doing here? Over the last few years I have found myself in several states, several jobs, several social circles, and have been reasonably content wherever I was... though there was always something. I loved my job but hated the weather or I loved the people but I hated my job, or I loved my job but I had no friends... hahaha. I can't quite put my finger on the right solution, can't quite fit the pieces in the right places.
And right now, I am suddenly struck with the thought that this is not where I should be. That I am wasting my time. I miss Iowa, for God's sake. I mean... who misses Iowa? How happy can someone be who misses Iowa? I had like 4 friends in Iowa. Or maybe one friend and a bunch of good aquaintences. I didn't even like my job much. There's no way I would rather be in Iowa... but I do miss it.
And I miss the YES kids. I miss them so much. They made (make) me so happy. I've never had more fun in my life and I don't suspect I ever will. I want to be where they are... or maybe I want them to be where I am. Or maybe I want us to all be together, but somewhere entirely different.
At least here I like my job. It would be nice if I could actually afford to live while doing this job, but I like it just the same. I don't think I'm wasting my time on the job. It's perfect experience for my "career" (what a joke) but I still can't help but think I'm wasting time.
I can feel my soul slowly being sucked out of my body. So what now?
What I boring day I have had!
Thank goodness for the internet. I have added some Saving The Galaxy links and found this on bash.org:
"The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?"
Now I am going to attempt to watch some baseball at Frank's while everyone else is yelling ot the TV due to some basketball game. Suckers. (luv ya, kobe... but I'm feeling the 'stons this year -at least until the lakers are up by 3.)
Saturday, June 05, 2004
I'm trying to be the kind of girl that can actually whip out relevant sports trivia from time to time. I have a vague grasp of the infield fly rule and can name the original 6 NHL teams, but I surprised even myself today while watching the Belmont Stakes. The fam was discussing how long it had been since the last Triple Crown (which just moments before Brian has assured me it was 1978). Then, out of my mouth fell something regarding War Emblem in 2002. Where do I store this junk??
This comes at the end of a busy week at work. And busy week otherwise. It was nice to unwind with a good old fashion movie night on Friday. I haven't had a movie night in ages. Complete with popcorn, excellent movies and the best of company. Plus it required very little energy and even less money. I hope to do it again soon... and based on the untapped movie library I had to choose from, I'm going to have to do it again. Plus, when I left there was a shady boogie-man lurking in the parking lot.
I spent a good chunk of friday afternoon playing TXT Tag with the FAP-ers in Florida. They were having way too much fun without me, but G (girl G) promised to pick up some cute nerdy boys for me. (Speaking of nerdy boys... It hit me hard this afternoon that nerdy boys really are hot. I would never live down the explination for this realization, so 'nuff said.) Bottom line: I miss the G and was much reassured by what she had to say.
And Ronald Reagan died. huh.
So, I have linked g (I thought 2 Brians was going to be a pain in the ass, but now 2 Gs? How am I ever supposed to have a coherent conversation?). In large part because he linked me (because, I am, of course, a funny drunk chick. we won't get into the nuts.) but in no small part because you can find things like this on his webpage if you stalk really hard...
Tuesday's With g
This true story about the love between a spicy garlic wing and the person ready to eat said wing, has soared to the bestseller list for many reasons. For starters: it reminds us of the affection and gratitude that many of us still feel for the significant wings of our past. It also plays out a fantasy many of us have entertained: what would it be like to look at all the wings we have ate, tell them how much they meant to us, maybe even eat them again? Plus, we meet g--a one of a kind wing eater, whom the author describes as looking like a cross between a biblical prophet and dead sexy bitch. And finally we are privy to intimate moments of g's final days as he lies dying from a terminal illness; he is shitting himself to death. Even on his deathbed, this twinkling-eyed mensch manages to teach us all about living robustly and fully by placing an order for 20 spicy garlic, a basket of wedges, side of spicy garlic sauce, and a small soda. Kudos to author and acclaimed porn surfer Owen for telling this universally touching story with such grace, humility, and blazin' sauce.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Long day at work.
Lovely walk to library.
Received second new Library Card of the week.
Because someone's favorite person in the world, if even for a brief moment.
Thoroughly enjoyed Thirsty Thursday. (perhaps too much!)
Ransacked my third library in two days, this time with boy in tow.
Had a nice long visit with my dear old friends, Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
And somewhere along the way had a potentially life altering epiphone brought on by the wise words of "boy to the left".
Two words. Mental. Action. I promise to elaborate (if only just a little) when my brain turns back on.
(and speakin gof turning back on... my phone had a near death experience this morning. but we're all ok now)
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
"There's a feeling that you gotta take such trips now because nature is taking a GOP-led raping like never before and the open untainted panorama is disappearing fast and for proof you need look no further than any major California highway, where you'll find, staggered at roughly 10-mile intervals like nasty recurring warts, yet another cookie-cutter strip mall featuring a Starbucks and a Subway and a Quiznos and a enough hideous tacky land-ravaging architecture to gag a tree."
As if to reassure me that I did the right thing by signing up for Mark Morford's Morning Fix, this week he sends out his (as always) read-worthy thoughts on Road Tripping... my own favorite pastime.
It makes me want to pack up the car and "light out for the territory" more than ever. It inspires me that much more to bank a little more cash and at least explore "a Starbucks and a Subway and a Quiznos" in a far off land where no one understands what I'm saying.
It makes me want to move to Canada despite the results of November's election. Or New Zealand. Or Montana.
You know what always gets me, like a dagger straight to the heart? When a friend of the opposite sex tells me, "you don't count" because I'm just a friend, like a sister, etc. Expecially when it's a friend that I think counts.
Whether it registered with the other person or not, I caught myself saying those very nasty words last night. This was a different case all together and I hope he understands why he "doesn't count". At least not right now.
Maybe it went unnoticed, but I know how it makes me feel, so I felt bad. That's all.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
I am, perhaps, the greatest idiot the world has ever seen.
And perhaps the biggest reason why, is because I feel like such an idiot right now.
I have no one to blame but myself.
(don't read too much into that. i take myself way too seriously)
Things I wanted/want to tell you about but haven't have time, therefore probably never will:
The Day After Tomorrow
A mind boggling trip to Crunchy's
Goshen, Indiana
Nameless Babies
Shrek 2
Memorial Day weekend festivities
Paper Hats
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