Monday, August 30, 2004
I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
-colin hay, overkill
That was SO me last week. It's me a lot; I'm a WAY overthinker. A few of you even had to bear with me and my "overkill", and for that I thank you much.
The usual random:
Name a type of mammal, be it skunk, deer, dog, giraffe, eland, small asian child, etc. and I swear I have nearly hit it with my car in the apartment complex of 8bit and Bwil. No, really. Ok, two of the aforementioned mammals were in a dream... but my point remains.
I would like to live on a houseboat.
This is not a spoiler: Natalie Portman deserves an Oscar for her emotional display while sitting on the stairs near the end of Garden State. So perfect. Every movement, every expression. So real.
One thing that used to be very hard for me in relationships was to just leave, to just walk away sometimes. Not from the relationship... but sometimes I just tried to get too much out of people. Sometimes it's better to just call it a night, cut your loses and go home. It's better in the long run, but I've never been a long-run kind of girl. Too impulsive, too "instant gratification", too "I-need-your-attention-right-now!". I'm working on that. Baby steps.
The Olympics are over and I'm telling you it was all I could do to NOT cry through the closing ceremony. It's not like I was so sad it was over, but they just grab your heart strings and yank, man! The emotion! The drama! All the hard work, the dreams, the sacrifices! Those horribly heartbroken faces, the disappointment! The glorious victory! *sigh* It wears me out. Especially now, having seemed so fragile lately. Only like a year and a half now til Turino!
I don't think I'll make it to Liechtenstein afterall. Instead I'll be spending more time under the Tuscan sun than originally planned, as well as some time on the canals of Venice. What can ya do, eh?
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Fun last minute shopping for my trip today. I had to get an impulse item that won't be making the trip with me, but who can resist a little pleated, plaid, schoolgirl skirt in just the perfect colors? No one. That's who.
Incidently that reminds me of somthing I was going to post last night. One can hear many unsavory things being shouted toward the freshman girls' dorms from the street, but who wouldn't crush just a little on a guy who shouts, "Show us your school books!" to a group of giggling girls at their second story window?
Anyway, what I really learned today is that I am so underqualified to travel the world. I can't even decide what type of baggage I need to take with me. However, I'm going to look like a really cute raggamuffin for 3 weeks. Let's just hope I have a place to sleep at night!
It's so unfair that the happier and better and more wonderful someone makes you feel... the easier it is for them to crush you too.
That happens to me all the time. There are a select few people who hold that power right this minute even. I guess it's my own fault for opening myself up to it all so much, but sometimes it just feels so good. Why shouldn't I let myself be pumped up by the things you say and do? Life is too short and you just have to enjoy an experience like that while you've got it.
It's just unfortunate that thus far it's true: What goes up must come down. Eventually I always end up a little more bruised than I started out. And that's too bad. It can be an ongoing thing though. It's not like they'll pump me up and toss me aside never to return again. It's generally a two steps up one step back kind of deal, where in the long run I end up better for the bruises. Still it can be awfully painful at the time.
I just feel like I am so extraordinarily more sensitive to things like that than most people. I guess it's because I put more of myself on the line. I don't know how not too. I don't think it's good to hold back. I'll get the hell beaten out of my poor heart by the time I die... but for crying out loud, at least I'll never be able to say I never loved. That I will certainly never be able to say.
Something to explore:
http://www.retrovsmetro.org/
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
If only to make Shana wonder.
Saturday, August 28, 2004
"I laugh. What else can you do? I'm not saying I don't cry, but in between... I laugh."
I feel like I haven't been posting up to par lately, but I just hate giving you these, "Today I went grocery shopping and yesterday I ate lunch and the day before I tied my shoes." posts. Who cares? No one, that's who.
It's just that I have been having a pretty rough time of it lately. Sometimes that inspires the meaningful posts I want to share with you, but sometimes it just all gets caught up in the lump in my throat. I've tried resorting to "This too will pass." but in the meantime... I'm just a little lost.
So, I guess I'll just give you all a little update anyway:
A riverside chat had me reduced to tears. Not sad tears, just emotional tears I guess. A lot of happy and sad and confused and frustrated and anxious tried to come out all at once and got liquefied I think. I just hope I didn't freak my conversational companion out too much. I can be a little bit of a spaz sometimes, but only because I put so much importance on things. (Incidently, my spell check tells me that liquefied is correct, but I just really think it should be liquified. I think spell check is wrong. Daily.)
I got the 4Bs, took in a couple good bands, and did NOT see the infamous Joey da Pimp as promised. I guess we just left too early. FYI: Hard plastic consoles are not my friend.
I have been lovin' the new Butch Walker, and the Scrubs and Garden State Soundtracks. Yummy.
I owe Science Shad and the Amazing Brian a HUGE thank you for helping me out. Without them "Out of this World Super Saturday" wouldn't have made it out of the county. Also, Science Shad had his debut in the Chem Lab and I am looking forward to seeing the Lab Crab soon.
I did not get to see the Mraz for a third time, however I did get to help create a little magic for a MSU freshman during her first weekend on campus. She seemed to enjoy the show quite a bit, meanwhile I thoroughly entertained myself trying to learn a little about a sport that, at least for the night, involved a lot of Sharpies.
I'm looking forward to not doing a thing on my day off. Yeah!
Thursday, August 26, 2004
"Let's just talk about good stuff."
"Good Stuff?"
"Yeah. What do ya got?"
So, due to the twilight zone in which I have been living this week, I no longer feel quite so remiss in my communication. So there's that.
I had just the best talk last night. Sometimes I get distracted by life and circumstances, and it's nice when someone reminds you why you ever tacked the word "Best" on their already important title: Friend. I wouldn't have made it through the night so successfully without you.
I feel like I've been keeping this deep dark secret for awhile now and it kind of made me sad that I hadn't even been able to find the courage or the occassion to discuss it with the person with whom discussing things matters most to me.
Saying things out loud makes them seem so real. I was afraid of that. But life is too short and things happen and things work out and life goes on and the world turns and eventually comets get another shot at the sun. This year I am practicing being unafraid. I feel like so far it's worked out for me. Some things have been said out loud, and more things will be said out loud, and I will continue to live out loud because I do that well.
Things will work out, or they won't... but it's for the greater good. I'm prepared to give 142% and if that doesn't get me where I want to be... it will get me somewhere better.
"Yeah, you're all right! You're alive!"
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
"I like you. So there's that. I guess I have that."
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
There is a tree in my neighborhood which has already changed colours and dropped many of its leaves.
I love fall. It's totally in my top ten list of everything.
The tree, all in an instant, reminded me of hay rides and halloween, and haunted houses, and tailgating, and playing in leaf piles, and warm apple cider, and sweaters, and cold noses. All things that are better enjoyed with someone by your side.
On a seemingly unrelated note, last night I was talking to a friend and some thoughts were shared with me, as is prone to happen when talking with a friend. And, perhaps not so much outwardly, but inwardly for certain I reacted to these things that were shared. You might say I had a very strong reaction. That reaction scared the heck out of me and has caused me to float around a little mid-panic-attack-like all day. I hadn't quite expected that reaction, but I'm stuck with it. It's there. And it will either be good or bad, as things are prone to be.
(you're all just dying right now, I know... but just think how curious you'd be if you had talked to me last night, assuming you weren't too unassuming to assume I might be refering to you.)
I have got to get off this 8th grade ambiguous inuendo gossip kick. I also have to learn to spell innuendo.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Some key Bavarian phrases that should come in handy for me on Sept. 23rd and 24th. That's right kids... if you're looking for me, my butt will be nailed to a stool in a big ol' beer tent in Munich. Hooray!
What a busy little bee I am.
Make your way here to find pictures from Joe and Becca's Wedding, the fun and excitement of last week's Super Saturday, and pictures from my 10 year High School reunion.
In other news, I saw Garden State yesterday which I thought was super. I didn't know anything about it when we got there, other than a certain person whose taste in movies I highly agree with was anxiously awaiting the release. I wasn't disappointed.
I had the weirdest night last night. First, I had this dream, except I'm not sure it was a dream, where I was in bed, but awake and I couldn't move at all. I felt like I was trying so hard to move even a little but I couldn't. I think I might have really been a little awake though... cuz you do kind of lose control of your muscles when you start to fall asleep. Anyway, later I had what was clearly an actual dream, only the same ting was happening, except I couldn't move and there was like some type of invisible ghost or something that was trying to pull me off the bed. I was trying to fight it, or scream at least... but I guess all I managed was a couple "yelps". Fortunately someone was there to come to my rescue. I'm always a little scared and freaked out when I wake up from a nightmare, so it's nice to have someone around who makes you feel safe.
Also, I just got a phone call from work. The science center got broken in to last night, and the point of entry was my office window! nice. Not a whole lot was taken, and the guys were caught so we got it all back. They took some random stuff though. Meek wanted to let me know so I could come in and check my office if I wanted too... to make sure nothing valuable of mine was taken. Fortunately I didn't really have anything there other than Super Saturday supplies and they wouldn't have taken those.
Yeah!
This morning around 5:45 I became a virtual aunt! Marie Analise (I'm going to pretend that's how you spell it) was born to Jason and Angie. Mom and baby are doing great. I just cannot wait to meet the little thing. I'm so happy she was born early, because she wasn't due until the middle of my European vacation. I was afraid I wouldn't get to see her right away!
How exciting. I'm sure she's the cutest thing ever!
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Just a few things I learned about myself at the reunion before I go to bed:
Apparently I was a sarcastic smart-ass by at least the 3rd grade.
I am still a sarcastic smart-ass, but that is enough to get my friend's husband to buy me drinks all night because he thinks I have "spunk".
Hanging out with someone a lot kind of makes you miss them when they aren't around.
More tomorrow when I sober up a little. Maybe some pictures too.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
My scary-hectic weekend is half over. I'm still alive so far, though I have been slamming coffee for a few hours now and am not sure I'll long I'll make it before I really crash.
Nothing says entertainment like a Palmer wedding. It's true. And I have a few pictures to prove it, but you'll have to wait a day or two on those. I just got a new card for my camera so I went all g-style at the wedding, taking indiscriminate pictures of anything that moved... or didn't.
Super Saturday is fizzing right along. Today is the last day for one of my most reliable volunteers, as she is completing her EIGHTY HOURS of community service as I type. However, Science Shad and his side kick, The Amazing Brian (who will make things do stuff) are in full effect.
And of course right after work I have to spend a few minutes making myself look somewhat more presentable than I probably looked in high school so as not to make the reunited classmates think I've gone completely down hill. I'm sure an unbearable amount of really amusing pictures will be taken tonight as well. I will make up for my photoslacking in one 24 hour period.
Friday, August 20, 2004
I don't think a Honey Apple Margarita would make me very happy.
I do think that South African Chardonnay with a giraffe on the bottle makes me very happy.
I don't remember falling asleep last night.
I do vaguely remember hearing about one second of guitar playing at some point... though I imagine it lasted much longer and I just passed out.
I am not looking forward to dribing home from Grand Rapids late tonight then working early tomorrow morning.
I am looking forward to Joe and Becca's wedding and most defintely looking forward to the reception.
That's all.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Barring an unforseen snafoos, I have just this moment completed my very last class required to finally received my Bachelors Degree.
Two days before my 10 year High School Reunion.
This afternoon I sat down at my desk to find an invitation to a local radio station's Bachelor Auction. I flipped the envelope over to see it was addressed to our Development Officer. I deduced quickly that this was another one of her brilliant ideas to "land me a man". Crafty, that one.
Unfortunately on the evening of the auction I'll be flying gracefully from Dublin to Paris. That sucks. HA! No it doesn't!
What if the Hokey Pokey IS what it's all about?
I am officially going to Paris and Rome now, as flights have been purchased. The next step is figuring out how long we want to stay in Rome, and also finding accomodations in Dublin, Paris, and Rome. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be... just because I don't really know what criteria to base decisions on. Plus I'm having a hard time figuring out where exactly airports are (especially in comparison to hostels) and if there are convenient ways to get from the airport to our lodging. I mean, it's not hard to find hostels. It's just hard to figure out which you want.
Today, after doing a headstand on a hardwood floor, a kid named Lansing (Lanse for short... how cute is that?) told me he was pretty sure he had a percussion. I assured him I was certain that that was the case.
For the last couple days I have been helping my kids make recycled paper out of old phone books which is hella fun and messy and turns out just so so so cool. Almost as fun of a project as the anti-tie-dye from last week.
I found myself a hot dress for the wedding on Friday. oo la la!
I am seriously about done with my writing class. I have pretty half-assed revisions of my essays to email in after work... but then in theory I should be DONE! Just in time for my 10 year reunion. ha!
Speaking of which, I am so excited for my reunion. I know it'll be a ball. Some great old friends will be there and I think it will definitely be a night to remember. I haven't hardly kept in touch with anyone from high school, and even fewer who were actually in my class, but every now and then I'd hear from people and that's always fun. I've been in touch with a few more people over the last year or so and I feel like we have even more in common now than ever... or at least that we are all significantly more interesting people now so we'll have a wonderful time catching up.
I REALLY have been meaning to get to the Detroit Zoo of the Detroit Science Center on one of my days off, but that never happens. Sunday is usually the only day I'd have any company and it seems to always be busy. I'd go this Sunday, but I'm pretty sure I'll be completely hungover.
So, enough with the babbling. Get back to work!
This is a classic email that showed up in my box today:
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I didn't know I had a TEAM! Awesome! When did I hire people to email all of my users? This is GREAT! I'll have so much more free time now that I know I have a team to delegate to!
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
The Daily Jill:
Jill sent me a fantastic link so you can all get to know her better. Here is a glimps of her life:
http://www.ryantown.com/gayboyfriend/
Monday, August 16, 2004
I tend to exaggerate a hell of a lot, which I think is ok since it usually serves some sort of purpose. Or not, but either way, I like to do it. The point here is, that for just a minute I wish I didn't exaggerate so much, because then I might be able to more adequately relay the following sentiment. I don't really have the words I mean to say... without sounding like an exaggertion.
Anyway, very recently a couple of the most wonderful things I have heard in a long long time, possible ever, were said in my general direction. I just wanted to tell you that. Not compliments exactly in form, but things that made me smile all over. You won't often find me speechless, but something I heard last night nearly knocked the wind out of me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't react a little tearfully as I have been known to do lately. It was just so unexpected I had no idea how to respond.
Sadly the person responsible for sprinkling these random words here and there is so unusually unassuming that upon reading this he'll wonder who I'm talking about and what on earth they said.
Random things:
(most of which were found on scraps of paper all over my desk and purse. i must have found them blog-worthy just long enough to forget to mention them!)
The problem with "media for a captive audience" is that EVERY in-restroom advertisement I have seen in the last YEAR has just been for the advertising company itself. I think it's time to give up, my friends. The weird advertising ideas I've seen lately are starting to remind me scarily of 80s/90s style futuristic sci-fi movies like Total Recall or Demolition Man. I was getting gas the other day when I was assulted by audio advertising that came seeimingly out of no where. I was horrified to find it was literally coming from the nozzle head! It's only a matter of time before we get pop-up windows showing up on our windshields while we're driving...
The Naked Guy's playground has been redone. I'm not sure it's as cool, and the tree behind which he stood before finding the birkenstock to cover himself with while conversing with us... is gone. It's ok though, because it's still a magical park for 'first' kisses.
Did I mention that I recently spent several hours in the blazing hot sun picking up litter of all shapes, sizes, and stickiness during a special event at Potter Park Zoo? I "disney scooped" my butt off that day. But I was commended for my hard work, possitive attitude and knowledge of african animals... so that was worth any amount of trash collection.
Wearing nothing but an apron and a smile is a funny idea, however... will anything really ever be better than wearing nothing but an ascot and a smile?
You know I am going to Europe next month, and up until now all I knew was that I was flying in and out of London. Well, my friends... I am now officially going to Dublin. Hooray! An additional plane ticket has been purchased. Next stop, Paris! And a visit mith the big cheese himself. Hoo!
I am so almost done with my last class ever.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
After reading the latest, and too long in coming, blog-worthy thoughts of a friend I was hit with an horrific pang of inner conflict.
I'm just in a weird place. While I don't really open up to many people, there are some people I hate to keep things from... and I really have been remiss in my communication with such people lately. In one specific case, primarily because I'm terrified of hearing him say, "Well good for you!" as is likely as not to happen.
On the other hand, after doing some careful rereading of another blog, I am oddly inspired to start a really sexy catfight with a girl I know. That would be entertainment for all, and I myself am entertained that the notion even struck me the way it did.
What have I gotten myself into?
Friday, August 13, 2004
No fair. I never got a hurricane!
Seriously though. It's looking rough down there, and this is how I know. Walt Disney World NEVER closes. Well, the "resort" in total isn't closed now either, but the parks closed at 1pm. That is so rare. That hasn't happended since Sept. 11, 2001 and before that the last time they weren't open a full day was when Floyd hit in like... 1999 (?). Only DAK opened and that wasn't until later in the afternoon.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Indulging the tree-hugger within tonight, I munched on some tasty organic yogurt topped with pesticide free berries while cutting used wrapping paper from a bridal shower to make a recycled notepad for a wedding present. Fun!
Also, I'm hoping to do some communing with nature later this evening as tonight should be the peak viewing night for my good friends, the Perseids.
On a related note, the powers that be accidently sent me an additional Global Warming: Undo It t-shirt and rather than alert them to their error and send it back, I think I should spread the message and pass it along to a worthy reader. So, if you want to be a cute treehugger like me and wear a size large t-shirt, let me know!
Monday, August 09, 2004
Do you hear it? Is it humming away inside your head, pulsing through your veins? Have you been bit by the bug?
It's that time, my friends! Opening week of the Olympics has finally arrived! I never was much one to get too into the Olympics, especially not the summer variety... however, I believe the times have changed. After being not so much "bit", but ravaged by the Olympic bug in Salt Lake City during 2002, the very sound of the Olympic theme stirs excitement within me.
I'm almost giddy with anticipation (especially since this means only a year and a half until Olympic Curling resumes!) and anxious to watch all of the pagentry longingly from my living room.
Vancouver 2010, here I come.
Sunday, August 08, 2004
I'd further apologize for sporatic posting, but I've got no complaints about the busy-ness of my schedule these days. I got off to such a slow start upon returning to Michigan, and now I can barely keep up with day to day tasks, it seems.
So without further ado, some recap and thoughts, and other such stuff and rot:
Be advised: The Daily Jill will never lead you astray. I'm a little pissed that she doesn't have her own web page for me to point you to because it would seriously be quality. After multiple emails INSISTING I journey to G.R. to see the new love of her life, Butch Walker play a free show at the Intersection, I decided I better do as she says and check him out. (love the butch walker...) What a great show! Loved it. Can't wait for his album to be released. Wonderfulness. A little sad that we missed American HiFi, but what can ya do?
Not ready to leave the slightly more "big city" feel of G.R., we hopped through a few other bars downtown. This included The Black Rose Irish Pub (rose and crown, i miss you so much... *sob*) where I had some phenomenal Irish appetizers, some good ol' Harp, and some intriguing conversation. Later there was also some listening in on Karaoke Night, and some rail dancing in our own private nightclub. Sweet!
Madness ensued Friday night when 8bit and bwil hosted the weirdest drunken extravaganza I have been a part of in ages. I don't embarass easily but I about died. Fortunately for all I lived to tell about it. Some questions that had been lingering were raised in a more public forum than probably warranted, but that's what happens when The Voice of Reason gets drunk. I knew she was a goner when we were inventing shots to get bwil drunk and I asked her, "Should we just mix everything here on the counter together?" and her reply (as The Voice of Reason) was simply, "Okay!" So, for those of you playing along at home, meet "The Ex-girlfriend":
Combine equal parts Whiskey, Gin, Vodka, Tequila, Kalua, and Apple Pucker. Yumm.... (gag!) Good luck with that. One should note, however, that it did get the job done.
Later we also named a shot after The Voice of Reason herself: A shot of Tequila with a heaping teaspoon of sugar stirred in. Clearly if you are drinking said concoction, you are truly in need of The Voice of Reason.
Friday night, not having killed me, made way for a Super Saturday extravaganza. Recruiting a few volunteers was the best idea I ever had. There is nothing more entertaining than Science Shad and no better turn-on than bwil turned mad scientist with his great rocket experiment. Good fun was had by all, and I think both the boys found their true calling.
Saturday night deserves acknowledgement, but not the type that this forum could possibly provide, so acknowledged and greatly appreciated it is, though posted about it is not.
Today I witnessed about as many Homeruns as one could ever hope to see in one game. Someone is rethinking moving that left field wall in at Comerica right now. So unfair that the Tigers had SEVEN homeruns (2 were Two Run Homers, thereby accounting for the 9 runs) and yet they lost. That shouldn't be possible. However, the weather was spectacular, the company was second to none, the 4 Bs were achieved (substituting Ball Park Franks for Buffalo Wings), and all in all it was a superb Half Birthday for me.
I never promised not to ramble. There is more in my head, but this has dragged on sufficiently so I'll let ya off the hook for now.
Friday, August 06, 2004
For a kid who couldn't place the lyrics and could use the advice. The song ended up being appropriate far beyond the line I threw at you the other night.
Hey my friend
It seems your eyes are troubled
Care to share your time with me
Would you say you're feeling low and so
A good idea would be to get it off your mind
See you and me
Have a better time than most can dream
Have it better than the best
So we can pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around
Turns out not where but who you're with
That really matters
And hurts not much when you're around
And if you hold on tight
To what you think is your thing
You may find you're missing all the rest
Just the first verse or so, but it made the most sense to me. Enjoy.
I was going to make you all super jealous by showing you rad boondoggle keychain that I was emailed today, just proving that my friends have too much time on their hands. However, the Xs and /s and \s and especially the spaces didn't translate well in html. freakin' idiots!
However, you should note: Boondoggle keychains are going to be the next big fad, so you may as well go get yourself one now. I'm taking requests.
Also, you should note that bwil does a scary good Napoleon Dynamite impersonation. It's so awesome!
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Why I love my job:
I've been having a relatively crappy day up until this point, but then I was reminded why I love doing what I do.
My Forensic Science Day Campers were having some freetime and a few were writing on the dry erase board. One of the funniest kids you'll ever meet ran over and exclaimed, "Let's have some real fun. Let's balance equations!"
I (heart) geeks.
Don't even get me started about the 10 year old vegetarian kid who, rather than having a cheese sandwich on turkey sandwhich day asked for just 2 pieces of bread... because the cheese was "so horribly artificial". 10. 10 years old. too cute.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say. I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. But if you'll wait around awhile, I'll make you fall for me, I promise you, I promise you I will.
-When in Rome, The Promise
freakin' idiots
I'm on a raging movie rampage this summer. I swear I have seen 90% of everything released. Sweet!
Give yourself a treat and rush right out to see Napoleon Dynamite. So wonderfully funny. Delightful. The queen of who-gives-a-shit only wishes she could be so freakin' irreverant. Lucky!
Some of the school scenes reminded me of the Darko... Sparkle Motion, meet the Happy Hands Club. Charita Chen's Autumn Angel exit stage right, meet Napolean Dynamite's Skit for Pedro exit stage right. All and all, entirely too much entertainment in one movie. If you don't believe me, you can find 46 reasons to believe on the website. (Reason #29: Tots) Plus, 10 groovy song clips! Awesome!
Now remember: Skills, thats what girls really want. Guys with good skills; numchuck skills, bow-fighting skills, computer hacking skills, stuff like that.
The Daily Jill is never ever a disappointment!
There is just no end to the seedy jokes you can come up with when the White House is run by Bush and Dick, is there? So, without further ado, ladies... get your Protest Panties here! Too cute, but I'm still awfully partial to the dem-donkey thong I found a while back...
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
"We can try many ways to get rid of the darkness, but none is as effective as simply increasing the light."
Sunday, August 01, 2004
I apologize profusely. And not really because I haven't given you your daily dose of me-ness in so long, because frankly, it hasn't been that long. More so because you've missed out on so much. A lot has happened in this short time, a lot of tiny things that I write on post-it notes and forget to blog, and even a few monumental things that I just didn't know what to say about.
I guess the best I can do is give you some highlights and try to stay more caught up from now on:
- I got a speeding ticket a week or so ago.
- I had a crazy-long conversation in a parking lot. That was entertaining for me, maybe a little painful for the other party, but good all around, I think.
- Margaritas make the world go 'round. Anyone who disagrees with this is following the directions on the frozen Bacardi mix can exactly, as opposed to preparing them in what can best be described as "Florida Style".
- If there were a 5th B, it might be "big beds". Especially if they have down comforters. hmmm.....
- I touched 3 giraffes and narrowly escaped having an 18 inch tongue wrapped around my ankle.
- Running into old high school friends that you haven't seen in 10 years is hilarious. I love me some spicy garlic sauce. g enjoys giving me hangovers.
- Boys are cute when the arise to a verbal challenge. Yeah for parks! (parks are a favorite in my bag o' tricks.)
- Gargantuan instrument of discovery. That's right, I said it.
- I have absolutely no will power. I do, however, have the ability to teach. So if I'm going to go out... I might as well teach someone how to swim the butterfly.
- If all else fails, you can splint a sore wrist with a spoon and some hockey tape.
- You found my blood type at the scene of the crime, you say? You found my hair there too, you say? My fingerprints were everywhere and even my cat's hair? I have a shady alibi and a good motive, you say? eh, who cares... you're 10 years old. You're lucky I didn't kill you by the end of the week!
- I'm not getting sick. I'm not getting sick. I'm sick. *sigh*
- Puppets, while creepy, are also fun to make. Fraternity boys in biker shorts are also a little creepy, but entertaining nonetheless.
- I met the infamous Shana. I've been doing a lot of that "worlds colliding" thing lately. (Hi, Jess! I missed you while you were in Vegas!)
- I seriously contemplated walking across Liechtenstein.
- Something involving nascar, girltalk, Shad shunning the rest of us, chicken and a lot of Kleenex. I don't really remember as I was pretty drugged up.
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