Thursday, September 30, 2004
Anyone else made physically ill by the Presidential Debates? Political ads turn my stomach too.
One of the most beautiful things about my trip to europe was 3 solid weeks without having to hear, "I'm George Bush and I approved this message."
Do you think we can get a majority vote for Pedro?
I really need a job. Quite badly. So if anyone has any brilliant suggestions and wants to challenge Jess as pretty much the best one in the group... you feel free to let me know.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Welcome home!
(Oh, and by the way, pretty much anything that resembles the "home" you wanted to come home to doesn't exist!)
What a trip! I guess I have a lot to tell you, but the bottom line is, it's almost 4am for me and my welcoming reception pretty much drained any remaining energy I had. (ah ha! and the jabs just keep coming!)
In other news:
I have acquired Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Jake Gyllenhal is single again.
Ugh. I have so much on my mind, which means this is the exact wrong time to be posting. I need to sort it all out.
Yeah for my own tiny bed!
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Hello from Vienna, Austria! I'm alive and kicking and will be home on Tuesday in time to celebrate Jess and Ryan's Birthdays!
Until then, wonky german keyboards and oktoberfest tomorrow! Hooray!
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go."
So, I'm packed. My errands are run. All I have to do now is sit around and wait. Unless someone wants to take me out to party like a rock star, of course. (It is my last night in America, babe!)
I'm so excited for this trip, but anxious too. And not necessarily for the reasons one might expect. Not so long ago I thought there was a lot riding on this trip, and that was especially exciting and nerve-wracking, but now I'm not so sure. Which is nerve-wracking on it's own.
This may or may not be my last North American post for awhile. I would apologize for the upcoming 3 weeks of no updates, but I think you and I both know that is unrealistic. You'll hear from me.
Monday, September 06, 2004
I started writing a post months ago, and don't know why it popped into my head recently, about grand gestures, those amazing hollywood moments that don't seem to happen enough in real life. Actions truly speaking louder than words. Those insanely heartwrenching actions, no matter how big or small, that make it almost impossible for me to sit through romantic comedies anymore.
I'm not sure what happened to that post though. I'm sure it was really profound. Or more likely self-pitying and pathetic.
I suppose hollywood could just be desensitizing us all to realistic and normal romantic gestures, leaving us to crave empassioned moments where suddenly it doesn't matter if you make a complete ass of yourself... you just have to lay yourself on the line and do something extraordinary, or something so perfectly simple. Or better yet, to be on the receiving end of that madness... And it isn't just romance, sometimes it's something else... friendship seems like a weak word for it, it's just... it's not always someone loudly declaring their love for someone else that gets me... sometimes it's quieter and more poinient.
The thing is, in hollywood those grand gestures are usually met with an equally passionate embrace, or kiss, or even just that smile that tells you that you haven't made an ass of yourself, that your actions are appreciated.
In real life there is no garantee. But wouldn't it be nice?
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Pictures of baby Maria and my Ambiguous Termination Party can be found here.
I booked my last flight and hostel tonight so am pretty good to go on the whole European Adventure thing. I have a million loose ends to tie up but I'm in pretty good shape and unbelievably excited. I even hand selected my ride to the airport. I guess I should double check my return time and see if I can't get a ride home from the airport...
And one last thing, GO HAWKEYES!!!!!!
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Take the "Which FARK Cliche Are You" quiz!
Ain't that the truth?
More fantastitude in the wake of suckiness. I have nothing but good things to report. Due in no small part to those friends of mine. I really do believe that things happen for a reason and everything always manages to work out for the best.
Here's just a tiny list of the unexpectedly wonderfulness that ensued last night:
All of these things are, to some extent, the result of something else that didn't work out. I could not have asked for a more memorable night.
There is a slim possibility that it has something to do with the first football Saturday, but I have had this line stuck in my head all day:
On the banks of the Red Cedar...
Thursday, September 02, 2004
I shouldn't be surprised to learn that from the crappiest days spring the warmest of fuzzies. It's been a doozy but it hasn't fazed me much because I've felt a lot of love. Moreso than you usually get tossed your way on a good or even average day.
So what started out shitty has actually been pretty heartwarming. Heartfelt thanks for your hugs, and e-hugs, and lunchbreaks, and listening ears, and shoulders to cry on, and shared disappointments, and words of encouragement, and words of jealousy, and suggestions to drive to Iowa, and offers to get me drunk, and for taking what must have been TOO MUCH time to out of your work this morning to remind me to SMILE!
(you all know who you are)
And I love each and every one of you!
(aw... ok, I have used up my sap quotient for today)
also, "crappiest" comes up as "gravesite" in Blogger's spellcheck.
I've got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I'm free
There are no strings on me!
Ah.
And so it goes. Nothing but inexplicable and ambiguous rejection for me. But now in the words of Helen Sinclaire: "You stand on the brink of greatness. The world will open to you like an oyster. No ... not like an oyster. The world will open to you like a magnificent vagina."
*sigh*
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered a triumphant return to Florida like 100 times already today.
I'm kind of hoping I'm not entirely done here yet though.
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