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[16 Aug 2007|01:36pm] |
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*insert requisite pondering on how long its been since I last posted*
*remembers it's been 38 weeks, just off the top of my head*
*wonders if I can get away with talking in thought bubbles for an entire post*
*doubts it*
*misses Touz already... and she hasn't left yet*
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[19 Nov 2006|12:33am] |
Okay, my pets... you know the game. Sign up for a Christmas card once again.
Posts are screened, so give me your address if you want a card. Also... I want cards. It's nice. I like them. I have no friends. Send me a card. DO IT.
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[24 Oct 2006|11:32pm] |
Well, I'm doing the properly good job of pimping the new FanFiction podcast site, Fictioncast: http://musecast.co.uk/fictioncast/index.htm.
You should really head on over there... not only is Jan doing a fantastic job of reading the news, but someone named M-E is reading the narrative bits for the fiction they chose this show. And I am bizarrely proud of myself, so please please go over there and listen.
[/shameless plug]
Wait... I have no shame.
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[26 Aug 2006|10:22pm] |
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And the move is on. Starting today, I've got a new townhouse and I'm taking my stuff over bit by bit. How do we accumulate so much JUNK in our lives? I mean, honestly, I live a fairly unobtrusive life, and I have so much STUFF. It's actually a little sick. Movies and books and... boxes of candles and pads of paper? Really? A whole box for stuffed animals? Am I four? Why do I own so much lotion? I never WEAR lotion.
I'm a little nervous about living with someone. Misti is way way WAY too nice. She let me have the bigger bedroom with no argument, and she's just very generous with herself and her time. I'm trying to be a good little roommate. I've already suggested that we could host a weekly movie night for our friends, plus a big mass dinner once a month, in an effort to be social and pleasent. She has a lot of friends and likes spending time with them. That's sick. It'll probably be good for me... and I think perhaps I need to learn how to live with someone if I ever want to be married and have kids some day.
I'm much more concerned about keeping things clean and organized. I accumulate crap, and I always have a reason not to vacuum. I despair of being able to keep things clean. I have to, though.
Oh, other news... I might have news on the job front very soon.
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[16 Aug 2006|09:33pm] |
I'm cleaning the apartment to get ready for the big move. Yup... I'm moving in a week and a half. For better or worse, I'm taking on a roommate in a townhouse. I'm not all that confident right now that I'm cut out for roommating, but I'd better get cut out for it fast.
My roomie's name is Misti. Yup... Misti of PB fame, for those that remember that.
Anyway, today I threw away a massively big box containing all the files and papers I'd collected while I was in college. All the activities and lessons I'd planned when I thought I was going to be a second grade teacher... went into the dumpster. I stared at the box before shoving it over the side, thinking about that work and how I used to think I had my whole future planned out. I had a timeline, a map. Funny. Then I shoved it all into the dumpster.
And then I cried.
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[13 Jul 2006|06:59pm] |
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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
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[03 Jun 2006|11:11pm] |
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It's been so so so so long since I updated, but let me see what I have. *rummages in box*
*I'm going to be moving in about a month. I'm sick of the dirty little apartment and paying way more than I need to, and I HOPE I'll be glad to have a roommate. I'm not fooling myself at all in thinking that I'm someone who is easy to live with, but I need to learn how to live with SOMEONE.
*I had parent-teacher conferences last week. They were ROUGH. I didn't enjoy having to stay later at school and answer stupid questions from parents who really ought to be more concerned about the ways they're screwing up their kids and less concerned over the fact that their child isn't potty training as fast as they'd like. Is it obvious that I'm really tired of my job right now?
*My cousin got married today. It had it's good and bad moments, I suppose. My cousin's new wife had the MOST beautiful dress I've ever seen. I'll see if I can't find a picture to post later. The ceremony was on the shore of this windy little lake in Wisconsin, so it was hot and buggy and smelled like dying fish... but it was beautiful. To be honest, the ceremony was way too informal for my tastes. I want everyone to have fun and to feel at home, but people were talking the whole time, yelling things out at the bride and groom, standing on the carpet and moving during the ceremony and generally making me want to slap their faces off. This is a special day for Casey and Mary. Sit the hell down!
*I just signed up for eHarmony earlier this week. I don't know how I feel about it, but right now I'm just having fun. If you can call it fun. I"m not really mean enough to cut it off with these poor boys just because I don't like them, and I get so NERVOUS about talking to them, even though we aren't even really talking yet. I"m a freak. I'm a nightmare. I'm going to be an old lady alone with her cats, only I hate cats. So that's sad.
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[08 Apr 2006|02:41pm] |
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So, I'm 25 now. Quarter of a century. Let me tell you something... it feels old. I mean, admit it. You just read that and thought "OMG, really? WTF is she doing with her sad little life?" Don't lie.
But I had a birthday, and I love birthdays regardless of the fact that I'm so old now :). We had Graeter's ice cream pie, which is actually loads better than cake, because it's ICE CREAM AND PIE. I mean... whoa.
Work is going well enough. I've had three parent-teacher conferences in the past month because of behavior things. I hate those. I mean... I really hate them. I hate having to sit down with a parent who believes their child is angelic and perfection itself to tell them that either 1) their child is channeling the devil or 2) their child has the developmental behaviors of an infant and might not catch up without professional help. Fun.
Other job is going well too, although I have to tell you... I hate working two jobs. I hate being on my feet for 12+ hours twice a week, and giving up my Friday and Saturday nights. I love the people, I love the job, I love my bosses, but I need a break.
I'm going through my quarterly "I love boys, but I really hate boys and hope they all die flaming deaths" time. This one wasn't even triggered by a wedding or something normal. It was merely me interacting with males my age and realizing that I've yet to find someone who will really GET me. I mean... I'm complicated. I can play like a kid, theologize (I like it... I made it up) like a grown up. I can laugh at myself, but I know not everything is a joke. I'm smart enough to see through most of their BS. I'm challenging. Maybe I don't hate boys... maybe I hate that boys go for the simple, chattery girls who I find tiresome. Fire. Flaming death. Yes.
I have done the unthinkable and let myself get involved in yet another committee at church. Honestly, crazy woman... I'm already in three other groups, and this is the most time consuming yet. I"m going to have to do the hard thing and quit my Bible study before my pregnant coleader quits. I can't imagine trying to juggle the group on my own when I don't even want to lead it.
And the worst news is... my PSP is acting up. I can't do anything with text without it shutting down, which means I really can't do anything. I'm so bummed by this, you won't believe. And I'm such a bad kid... I should just go and buy it for myself, but... I don't know. It's expensive. And it was so nice of SOMEONE LOVELY to give it to me before, and *sigh*. I miss being able to use my PSP. Might have to bite the bullet unless someone is feeling generous beyond words again.
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[11 Mar 2006|09:45pm] |
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Let's pretend I have something interesting to say. I cut off all of my hair to donate to Locks of Love. It is... short. Very short. I'm a firm believer in the power of a hair cut to change the way you feel about yourself in some situations, but I also have a hair cut gripe.
1.) Don't ask "Did you get a haircut?" when I've had 10 inches off. It doesn't make you look observant. It makes you look stupid.
2.) My removal of hair does not mean you get to touch my hair in any way, shape, or form. I do not like to be touched.
3.) Yes, I will blush if you talk to me about my haircut. I don't deal well with attention focused on me, even if it is positive. I don't want to talk about the haircut everytime I see you.
4.) I realize that the color I dyed my hair is similar to the color it was before, but obviously you noticed it, so I wouldn't say it was a waste of time.
5.) Having everyone ask me "Do you like it? Isn't it SHORT?" does not make me feel good about my haircutting decision. I do like it... but I'm getting used to it.
6.) I'm comfortable with the fact that short hair looks good with the bone structure in my face. However, not everyone looks good with short hair, therefore "I would NEVER cut my hair that short is not constructive."
However, for the wonderful people who have commented on the cut and told me it is adorable and so fun and so on... I love you. But enough with the comments. My face is in permanent red overdrive. And the dad who told me it was very "Hollywood," you're just a bit creepy.
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[14 Feb 2006|06:13pm] |
Blar... I know my LJ is... seriously inactive. I have no excuse. None. I'm busy, but I'm always busy. I'm trying to challenge myself to write more, even though I'm limited right now to my Daybook and a rather poorly executed FF. BUT REGARDLESS... I'm writing.
On the home front, we're attempting to do a massive healthy lifestyle... thingy as a family. It's going well, except we keep having these dang HOLIDAYS that spring up and smother me with food. GET AWAY FROM ME, CANDY HEARTS. They are teh work of the devil. Christy and my dad are doing LOADS better than I am with the eating, but I've taken up some pilates and Tae Bo. I'm hoping to catch up.
In other news, my job stinks. Seriously. Stinks. My mother assures me that a lot of people don't like their boss, but I'm just so sick of... everything. I'm sick of the fact that my assistant is very negative right now about everything. I'm sick of the parents being evil. I'm sick of the kids not listening. And I'm sick of the fact that no one in the front office cares, or so it seems. Especially the owner... who is making me crazy. I abhore selfishness to this degree. But everyone hates their boss. Right?
I should get a new job, but I can't even imagine leaving my babies and going to work in an entirely new place. I'm just not that brave, and I don't like this career enough to give up the comfortable rut I'm in. *le sigh* Where's my giant neon arrow pointing me home? I need it now.
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[27 Dec 2005|08:18pm] |
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Okay, so this is making me crazy... help me, all you who seek out icons on LJ. I saw, once upon a time, an icon community where people posted Potter icons that were canon-specific. They were great icons... but the point was that they used pictures that didn't conflict with book canon, regardless of movie canon. Anyone? PLEASE?
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[25 Dec 2005|10:39pm] |
If you pray... or if you could pray just this once...
It's Christmas, and it breaks my heart that some of the people I care about the most in the world are in the hospital because their newborn son is sick. It's so ironic to be celebrating the birth of a baby today, and to know that a precious life is in doctor's hands.
His name is David, and his parents are Tim and Kate. He was born on December 15th, went home, and is now back in the hospital because he is so sick. If you want to read more about it, you can go to his Xanga: http://www.xanga.com/DavidHap
Here's a picture of the family right after David was born.
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[18 Dec 2005|12:06am] |
I read this on a card recently, but then I didn't buy the card. So... I finally found it again, and it just... reaches me. So enjoy.
Sharon's Christmas Prayer
She was five,
sure of the facts,
and recited them
with slow solemnity
convinced every word
was revelation.
She said
they were so poor
they had only peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
to eat
and they went a long way from home
without getting lost. The lady rode
a donkey, the man walked, and the baby
was inside the lady.
They had to stay in a stable
with an ox and an ass (hee-hee)
but the Three Rich Men found them
because a star lited the roof.
Shepherds came and you could
pet the sheep but not feed them.
Then the baby was borned.
And do you know who he was?
Her quarter eyes inflated
to silver dollars.
The baby was God.
And she jumped in the air
whirled around, dove into the sofa
and buried her head under the cushion
which is the only proper response
to the Good News of the Incarnation.
– John Shea
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[20 Nov 2005|07:23pm] |
Pre-GOF/ Kris visit… Saw an ad for Rent today. Again. That trailer makes me so much more excited than even the GoF trailer does. Squeeeee! *breathes* Anyway, highly anticipating lots of movies that are coming out. Obviously. I have a Rent rant, but let me get through this update first.
Christy, Mom, and I are in Princeton visiting the Princeton Theological Seminary. Call me crazy, but this weekend has really brought into sharp focus how much I miss college. We were sitting in a classroom of a class I’m not taking and a school I’m not attending, and I was just like *sigh of contentment inserted here*. I don’t know what Christy’s feelings are about seminary or about this one in particular, but I’m mad jealous of her chance.
Tomorrow is going to be… my best day all month. Christy and I are going to head up and see… KRIS AND THE XANMAN. Squeeee again! Oh my sandwich, I can’t tell you how excited I am. I’m going to cuddle my little Xan, and I have presents for them both, and Kris and I are going to do a broadcast on SS together. And then, after we leave and drive back to Princeton, we’re going to see GoF! Yay! I was thinking I’d have to go see it sometime next week or weekend if I could find time, but we figured out how to fit it into this mad cap weekend. And then… I get to come back and hang out with you all and… update.
And now for my Rent rant. It isn’t so much a rant except… I love Rent. I’ve loved it since I first heard one of the songs when I was in high school, since I bought the CDs and memorized every song, and since I saw it in a theater when it came through town. I’m one of the so-called ‘Rent-heads’ and I can quote entire scenes word for word. I’m obsessed… and I have been for years. Probably have been for over 8 years. Why do I harp on this? Because I know… I KNOW that as soon as the movie comes out, all these people will suddenly become big fans of Rent because it’s the new cool thing to be a fan of. And that will make me angry because I don’t want to stop liking Rent simply because everyone is all fangirl over it. And inevitably… that’s how I get. So… behave yourselves.
And now… I’m out. I do love you all, in spite of the fact that I just called you all fangirls. But you so know you are. Weirdos.
Post GoF/ Kris visit:
For all of you who got to hear the incredible Ern and Kris show… it was… incredible. We were so goofy and giggley and odd, but we had fun and I think the few who heard us enjoyed themselves too. Of course, that was after we drove through WICKED traffic to get to her house. And little Xan man was not really in the mood for visitors. I think he held up rather well, all things considered. Only head-butted me once. Christy would have liked to have held him longer, and I think she’ll kill me in my sleep for taking him from her.
I hate the trip back… both from Connecticut and from New Jersey to Ohio. It’s just… long. And I end up feeling really gross at the end of road trips. I don’t want to see people or talk to people or do anything. I’m nasty. And then I got home to my apartment, and it smelled so foul. I’m hoping it was the trash and not that something died in a shoe or something. I’m febreezing like crazy.
Anyway, overall… it was a good trip. A nice relaxing time for me and time to spend with my family. I regret that I have to go back to work this week, but at least it’s a short week. I really liked Princeton, and I actually hated to leave it. Oh wait… this weekend wasn’t about me. Right. *hits head*
GoF was great. I’m not going to comment on it because I don’t feel like arguing with people or whatnot. I know that they changed a LOT, but I’m willing to accept that. I’m willing to accept that the core of a character’s personality might be changed for the screen, and I’m willing to accept that the biggest plot twist in the entire book is ruined in the first few minutes. It was still great.
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[12 Nov 2005|11:24pm] |
Isn't it kind of pathetic that I don't clean the apartment until I know I have a reason to do it? I hate it dirty and messy and in need of a good dusting, but i won't clean it until I know someone will be entering it. There is somethign fundamentally wrong with hating your own filth but being too lazy to clean it up.
Knitting a blanket for a baby shower that's TOMORROW. *hits self* It's almost done, but why in the WORLD am I working on it this late the day before I want to give it? Because I'm lazy and insane, that's why. I need to get a little bit of will. Just a little.
*Yawns* I have nothign of importance to say. *sigh*
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If you've ever been driving and some song strikes you as PERFECT for your mood or your life... or you've been watching a movie and someone says something or does something that resounds in your life... or you read something in a book or a bit of poetry that makes you sit up and take notice... then you've been inspired. I would love to know what is inspiring all of you right now.
For me: "So long, status quo. I think I just let go. You make me want to be brave," has been bouncing around in my head a lot lately. It's Brave by Nicole Nordeman, and I think I might just make it my theme song.
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[01 Nov 2005|01:38pm] |
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The time has come for Christmas cards, and I actually BOUGHT some today. I want to send them out to people, but I'm not sure how many I'll need. If you want me to send you a card, please post your name below. I've got it screening comments, so you can post your addy too. I sent out a bunch of cards last year, so I'm not a crazy stalker.
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[19 Oct 2005|08:03pm] |
There's a ship I never saw coming.
I love... myself.
AND...
01 Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
02 I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
03 I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
04 I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
05 I'll tell you my first memory of you.
06 I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
07 I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
08 If I do this for you, you should post this on your journal.
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You know how when you're 11 or 12 or 13 or however old you are when you start to really see the opposite sex as opposite and interesting and worthy of attention... and you get this crush on someone. And he's That Guy... he doesn't really see you and all he is to you is a name and a face, but he's Everything because you're young and he's your very first One True Love. Or that's how it feels.
And then you figure out that boys aren't all they're cracked up to be and you date a few and you hate a few and you fall into and out of "love" more than a few times and suddenly a crush is no big deal.
But there's always that First Crush. There's always that boy who made you feel all the ups and downs of something as close to love as you can get when you're a teenager and believe every drama is the biggest you'll ever face. He's connected forever with that feeling... those butterflies in your stomach... the hope and the fear and the dread and the ecstasy.
I saw that First Crush today for the first time in a while. I went to school with him for 9 or 10 years, saw him through college, have seen him a few times since college... just around, though. But I really saw him today. Talked to him. Tried not to turn bright red just because he was looking at me. Failed. Tried to sound witty and intelligent. May have succeeded. Or not. Tried to be attractive and interesting. Definitely failed.
I still feel it. That First Crush rush in my stomach. The jitters. I hate it... and I kind of love it. I'm smiling because I can't remember the last time I felt stupid over someone. First Crush isn't New Crush... but it's nice to remember that this man was once my whole world. The world and I have both grown, but I still feel it.
OH... in other news... I'm compiling a Halloween CD for my class. If anyone has a Halloween song... gimme. Or... talk to me. I would love you forever.
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