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Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
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12:49 am - I am NOT Getting Married...Yet
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I went out tonight and bought the Christmas present for my best friend of questionable future relation to me, and the girls are all atitter with speculation. "Oh, she didn't get HIM a ring, but don't worry, he'll get HER one." And so on and so forth, until my cheeks have gone from their normal level of pallor to a deep red they find to be satisfactory. Now they're all harassing me, wanting me to divulge to them every intimate detail of our relationship, and I'm rather tired of the whole thing. Maybe I would be ready to enter that stage, but I don't think he is. And with all of this fuss, I don't know if I want to.
Not now, anyway. I just want to finish my finals for now. I think that is a sufficiently ambitious aim.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll look at china patterns.
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12:49 am - I am NOT Getting Married...Yet
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I went out tonight and bought the Christmas present for my best friend of questionable future relation to me, and the girls are all atitter with speculation. "Oh, she didn't get HIM a ring, but don't worry, he'll get HER one." And so on and so forth, until my cheeks have gone from their normal level of pallor to a deep red they find to be satisfactory. Now they're all harassing me, wanting me to divulge to them every intimate detail of our relationship, and I'm rather tired of the whole thing. Maybe I would be ready to enter that stage, but I don't think he is. And with all of this fuss, I don't know if I want to.
Not now, anyway. I just want to finish my finals for now. I think that is a sufficiently ambitious aim.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll look at china patterns.
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| Sunday, August 1st, 2004
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2:48 pm - Shower of Despair (A tale of woe)
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This morning, after being woken up far too early by my boyfriend's stereo, which randomly turns itself on for ten minutes at a time just to irritate me, I set about making coffee for myself and supervising the recovery of the housemates from last night's festivities. As we do every Saturday, we had a party last night, and the remains are spread throughout the backyard and kitchen like the leftover remnants of an apocalyptic battle. They still remain in such disarray, as I had not the energy to clean, and it seemed no one else did, either.
Now, onto the climactic part of the morning. I had finished my coffee, checked my email, and been satisfied at the untroubled waking of my boyfriend, who is not horribly hungover like he was LAST Sunday. Our guest had left, and it was getting into the afternoon. I promised my best friend I'd go see him today, when he gets off work at six, and accompany him to the movies, and so I thought it best to take a shower so that I would have a long time to dress and sit around. So I helped my boyfriend set up the computer/TV set up to play Kill Bill 2, which he has yet to see, and sat through the very beginning before moving toward cleanliness. At this point, my brother saw me and asked what I was up to. I told him I was going to shower, at which he called out the news to his girlfriend, who had been apparently nagging him to shower with her for the last half an hour so they could go run errands. I told her to go ahead and shower first, as I was in no hurry. She took over with James in the bathroom, where they set about blasting music at top volume for about half an hour while showering and probably doing OTHER things I don't want to think about. The point is that my poor boyfriend could NOT hear the movie at all, and was far too nice to say anything about it, though I personally thought it very rude of them. Bad enough their sex noises drown out movies at times, we cannot even watch something while they're SUPPOSEDLY getting clean.
Anyway, they finished up, went downstairs to dress, and left the house. I waited a while longer, until the end of the Pai Mei chapter of KB2, since that's my favorite part anyway, and then decided that there should certainly be hot water by now even if they used it all.
There was not any hot water. To add to my pain, when I got in the shower, I could see that someone had used about half of what was left of my body wash. We all live together, and while we share food, can we not leave the toiletries to their respective owners? I just wanted the body wash to last until I left for school, but there is so little now that I know this is impossible. Now, while this annoyed me, certainly, it was nothing against what was soon to happen. I saw very soon that my shampoo, for some reason, was not in the shower with all the rest of the hygiene materials. Very odd, as it had been missing the day before as well. Previously, I found it sitting on top of the toilet and had to climb out of the shower to retrieve it, and so I looked there first. No luck, but I soon spotted it sitting on the floor just below one of our towel racks. I thought it strange that someone in the house seemed to think it was funny to hide my shampoo from me, but I shrugged it off, reached for the bottle, and stepped back under the frigid stream of water.
At that moment, I saw something strange was attached to the bottom of the bottle. It looked like a bit of grass or some other innocuous debris, but when I turned the bottle over to inspect the bit of stuff, I saw that it was moving. You see, in our house, we have a number of large spiders that look something like wolf spiders, and are for some reason, very vicious and like to bite us. We kill them. On the bottom of my shampoo bottle, there was a very angry, very alive, slightly squash-legged spider of this sort. I was wet, naked, and suddenly very aware of the danger of having my breast chewed on by a large arachnid. So I panicked, threw the bottle toward the drain, and watched as my would-be assailant was rinsed down the drain. When I reached down to pick up my spider-free shampoo, the supposedly drowned attacker climbed back OUT of it's watery grave and scurried through a seemingly impassable torrent of water, straight toward me. I screamed in terror, and weilding my shampoo like a destructive bludgeoning device, battered the spider to death.
Triumph was mine. But satisfaction was not to be had, as I was, at this point, very angry with the world. I suspect my brother and his girlfriend caused my shower to be so utterly unpleasant, and I think the moral of THIS story is, never be nice. If you get to the shower first, it's your turn, and boo on anyone who would like to go ahead of you. They should have been there first.
current mood:  cynical
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| Tuesday, June 1st, 2004
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9:57 am - Pleasantly Fuzzy
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I think I'm getting a job. Ironically, I've only been looking for a week, and the reason I'm getting one so fast is because my brother, who took no less than two months to find employment, asked if they were interested in me as well at the place where he only recently got hired. Soooo, it's almost like you could even it out and say both of us were looking for about a month. But that's not true, so I'll just be utterly pleased with myself and let it go at that.
Third Harry Potter movie opens in three days! I'm the only person in this house that is excited for that, but my best friend wants to go as well, so I don't need innerhouse validation of my dorky obsessions. Also, if they only knew of the greatness that was Remus and Sirius, they would surely want to go as well. Especially if any of them had a thing for gay boys. Since this house is mostly straight males, one bi girl, me, and then my questionable older brother, I don't think they'd be all that excited by the idea of slashy boy on boy interaction, but oh well. More the fool Tom, for agreeing to go with me most enthusiastically. He will have to bring earplugs to block out the squealing. The third book is my favorite, and so...and so.
L is extremely satisfied by the high level sexual drive I am providing him with the benefits of, and apparently no one in the house can hear us, which comes as something of a shock, since his bed is probably the noisiest piece of furniture ever constructed. Perhaps they CAN all hear us, but they're all involved in a mass conspiracy to pretend otherwise.
Okay, Greg needs the computer, so I will call this the end.
current mood:  awake
current music: nooooooone
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| Wednesday, May 26th, 2004
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8:20 pm - Sometimes You Just Gots to be a Ho
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I've just moved in with my older and younger brothers, all except the youngest, who lives with our sister in a whole other state. I am not living here permanently, just for the summer, in fact, but the point of all this is that it's a house being rented out by five (now six, counting me) people from ages 18 (my younger brother) to 24 (ironically, his girlfriend) and I am now sleeping with one of the guys in the house. Not one of my brothers, of course, just another guy who I am in no way related to. Except that we live in the same house for the summer.
Now, here is where we get into the morality grey area. My older brother has yet to hear of my escapades, and while my younger brother and his girlfriend assure me that he will be okay with it, but we are still a bit worried to tell him. I think the guy, we will now refer to as L, is way more worried about this than I am, because I know for a fact that no matter how angry my older brother could EVER possibly be, it will be nothing compared to the shit I'll be getting all summer from my best friend, a very sweet boy who I must admit is likely the only man I will ever love. Moral strike number one.
And then there's the Irish situation, as I like to refer to it. My older brother, just the other day, met this Irish guy and gave him his number saying to call since the guy is really new to our area and knows no one. And then he told the guy that his sister really loves Irish guys...which she does. Reports say he was not only Irish, but hot and well dressed, therefore likely a good boyfriend. And while L is a sweet guy, he is not Irish. IRISH!!!
Moral strike number two.
This is obviously a doomed relationship. I don't even THINK of it as a relationship, so much as me getting laid and driven around and spoiled. He's kinda clingy, too. We've been together like, half a week. One day if you only count the days since I decided not to just ignore him. And already I know it's not going anywhere. And yet...I can't really break this to him. I think he would be really sad, as he seems very attached. I DID tell him I'm mean, but really, I tell all my boyfriends that, and I've long since learned they just don't believe me.
Moral strike number three.
I'm out.
current mood:  indifferent
current music: "All My Life" Foo Fighters
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| Tuesday, May 11th, 2004
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4:01 pm - Feeling hot, dirty, and reproductive
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It is a ridiculously nice day outside, which means it is utterly stifling inside, but as I have horrid amounts of anime still in need of burning, there's nothing for it but for me to bear up under the heat. I woke up a bit late today with something of a headache. I originally thought it was my need for coffee, but as that didn't seem to help, I've had about five glasses of milk, and still suffer through it's slowly fading pangs. Of course, all that milk made me have milk breath, which I am not fond of, and so I thought on the walk back to my temporary dorm I'd smoke one of the cloves Julie left me, only to realize I couldn't since I have no lighter. So I settled for a chocolate mint, which was rather tasty, by the way, and then picked a flower for my roommate, who really isn't my roommate anymore, but she still clearly likes flowers, so alls well. I attached it to her door with packaging tape and then went for a shower, which so far has only gotten as far as me changing into my towel when I realized I COULD set something burning while I was cleaning up, and then got distracted by a review which asked rather silly questions and which I still answered rather nicely, all things considered. So now I'm off for that shower, and the CD is ready to burn, so I'll have to shut this down, as Explorer and Adaptec have told me time and time again, they simply do not get along.
I need to write my updates. But lets not think of that right now.
current mood:  uncomfortable
current music: "Must be Dreaming" Frou Frou
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| Thursday, April 29th, 2004
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9:42 am - Lip Balm and Stockings
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I just got back from my last 8 a.m. of the year. Life is sweet and smells vaguely of flowers...wait, no, that's just the dogwood I picked for my roommate the other day. But life is still sweet. Today, we're going shopping for hoish senior banquet accessories and other things we need. Fishnets and Carmex. What else do I need? What else does ANYONE need, for that matter?
I made a slide show/video thing for my friend for her birthday and she almost started crying. That's what I call mad editing skillz...yo. Yeah. I need to just stop now before I hurt myself.
I was looking everywhere for the new Inuyasha ending theme, "Come" by Namie Amuro, but I had to settle for the TV sized version for now. My friends are annoyed because I sing it all the time, and I can't sing. But at least I know Japanese so I can pronounce things correctly. So ha.
current mood:  chipper
current music: "Alive" Naruto
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9:40 am - I can't work this
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| Monday, April 26th, 2004
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4:32 pm - Pocky, Nausicaa, and three prophecies
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Now that I've finished with all the updates for this upcoming Thursday, I've turned my attention to other things, like homework, and senior prophecies. Now, for the first thing, I am actually pretty well off, even though it's the last week of classes. Some lucky stars must have been forming together in my sign lately or SOMETHING, because my professors seem as ready for the end as I am, and have just given up on last minute papers and such things. Today, in Japanese, we watched Nausicaa and ate snacks. It was good times.
As for the senior prophecies...you see, at my college, we have this traditional senior banquet for every house, every organization, everything. And one of the parts of this tradition in MY house, at least, is that juniors are chosen by seniors to write prophecies, basically humorous predictions of how said senior will spend their post-college years. I have been requested to write four prophecies, and so far I've finished three. They have to be all done by this Friday at six, when our banquet takes place. I will strive onward!
current mood:  accomplished
current music: "Shiroi Yami no Naka" by Shakka Zombie
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| Friday, April 23rd, 2004
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11:39 am - Pandas look good in silver and green
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I made my stuffed panda, Yusho, a Slytherin scarf because he has many costumes, and many fans, and he needs new clothes all the time to keep the ladies interested in his mysterious image. He's been wearing it on and off for the past few days because everyone thinks it's the cutest thing they've ever seen. I must agree.
On a completely different subject, I am a bad, bad Teresa. I have not finished my updates, and while I WOULD just do as I had done two weeks ago and post over the weekend, I'm so angry with the reviewers who now think I update twice a week and can't simply be gracious I didn't skip the week altogether that I have made up my mind to skip this week. Besides, we're entering the last week of classes, and I will probably have a hard time getting updates ready, and you know what? They'll just have to deal. So Jade, because I know you're reading this, no, I'm not upset that you didn't have updates ready. I'm not an update nazi, clearly. Remember this last summer? Yeah.
Also, Jade, today's mom's birthday, in case you had not recalled. You might want to wish her well. She'll be...um...42? That sounds right. Might want to get your dad to verify it, though. Freaking old people with their impossible to remember ages.
Oh...I have to go! My Japanese oral interview is in five minutes, and as I was the only one who wrote the presentation draft in time for her to discuss it with me, it would be nice if I went, as Julie kept me from chemistry again this morning. More on the Julie situation lately. Right now, we'll just sum it up by saying that I wanna stab some people, and none of THEIR names are Julie, so yeah.
current mood:  busy
current music: "Perfect World" Fushigi Yuugi
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| Wednesday, April 14th, 2004
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4:07 pm - Ah, sweet spinal fluid
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I think I threw my back out today. That, or I pinched a VERY important nerve that serves the entire right side of my back with burning pain when irate. Luckily, it seems to have gotten better now, and it didn't bother me through my afternoon class, although I had this half-formed hope that it would suddenly send shooting pain throughout my body so I'd have an excuse to leave, but I figured that it was all for the best in the end. I learned, my back doesn't hurt, and I didn't miss my advising appointment. I am now one signature from completely changing my major from biology to east Asian literature. I think one of the big clues that I might have to switch was when, near the beginning of the year, my RC organized a dinner discussion activity where different majors were to sit at specific tables, so that the first-year students could talk to older, wiser, very much more bitter majors to help them learn which was the lesser of two evils. Or possibly three. Maybe five. Some first-years are REALLY indecisive. Anyway, the point is that I took one look at the dorks sitting at the biology table (not to dis on dorks, as I am one, but I just don't mesh with THAT sort of dork well) and decided that I would spend the evening advising EAL major prospectives, even though I was not, in fact, an EAL major. There have been other hints that I have caught, but that was a pretty big one, and I finally followed through.
I actually find the entire major declaration/change process a bit nerve wracking, simply because it seems to me like I'm forming a very personal relationship with a professor, and some times I'm not sure that the person I'm approaching will accept me. I feel vaguely like a high school girl again, asking a boy out on a date. What if he says NO??? Of course, I never had to experience the painful advising rejection, but then when I went to tell my current advisor of my decision, I felt like I should, perhaps, prepare a sort of speech so that I could let him down easily. "After all, I will still be your advisee, as I intend to finish the minor no matter what, but I just wanted you to know that, from now on, our interaction will be slightly more limited than before." Although I still think I should have just told him I was leaving him for another man, since technically, I am.
At least it's done. Now, to write a chapter of my collaborative work with my sister and play some Candy Train.
current mood:  content
current music: "When I'm Gone" 3 Doors Down
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| Tuesday, April 13th, 2004
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8:41 pm - Sometimes you just need a stabbity object
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Today was the most magically fucktastic day ever...or maybe I'm just thinking that it is the worst because I'm menstrual, which makes everything seem five hundred times worse than it is. First I slept in and missed class, which would have been fine because it meant lazy breakfast with Juu-chan (names have been slightly altered to protect those others who skipped class this morning.) But then, I went to work for my stinking five hour shift, which is really too long to be an enjoyable amount of quiet time in the library, but too short to make me feel like I have a real job, and am anything more than a work study hobo. I don't really mind the five hour shift when I'm menstrual, because I can't eat much of anything, so the fact that I have approximately five minutes to eat before work is fine with me on those days. I can just do some work for them, cutting newspapers up, erasing folders (don't ask, it's twice as boring as it sounds) and doing whatever other mundane task they give me in addition to simply sitting and waiting for the phone to ring or visitors to be confused and need my guidance, and then when I get some free time I can sneakily read fanfiction and knit, or do homework if I have any. Now, today I was knitting and enjoying some particularly cute gay-boy love, when my boss told me that another woman working in the archives was annoyed by my knitting and wanted to know if I could stop doing it from now on. What?
First of all, how is knitting annoying? I could see if I was making really loud clickety-clack noises and counting stitches loudly, or if I was being a clutz and sending my yarn across the room and tripping people, but I was not doing ANY of those things, since I am a well-versed knitter who knows the way to be unobtrusive. Also, even though needles click, this woman's office is far away from me, and there is no way in all holy hell that she could hear me, or even actually SEE me knitting, except for when she passed me at the front desk. So clearly, this whole thing struck me as odd and annoying. I like knitting. It helps me not think of my uterine cramps. But no, not today. It was not meant to be. So I put it away, and five minutes later, she came up with a stack of fifty-year-old correspondence she wanted me to file chronologically.
Ah-ha, so that's it, I thought. She just wanted me to do her little odd task. That's fine, I never argue with things like that, but the fact that she had to ban my innocent knitting to ask me to do it seemed completely out of line to me, and very annoying. Therefore, I was in a foul mood for the rest of my shift, something that I do not doubt the other archivists noticed, but I think only my boss knew WHY.
After that, I hurried home as fast as my aching body would go, because my friends and I have a tradition every weekday afternoon at five (at which time I get off work on Tuesday's) during which time we watch an episode of Inuyasha and another of Cardcaptor Sakura. It is a relaxing thing to do between classes and work and the ultimate time after dinner when we will buckle down for homework. At least, it is meant to be relaxing, but ever since my roommate started joining us, it has somehow become something I dread. She's just...too nitpicky about everything, and it grates on all of our nerves, but I am the only one who gets in trouble with her, because I'm the only one who will tell her to just calm down and watch the damn anime or leave. So I'm rushing home so I don't get in trouble for being late even though she knows very well that I work until five on Tuesday's, and that there is only so fast I can move my body from the library to our house, and I walk into the room to hear her complaining to our other viewing mate that "She's already five minutes late, and I have a tight schedule to keep." So I say, in an utterly calm and in no way biting tone, "Eat me, I can only get home so fast" whilst setting down my things and hanging up my coat. Our viewing-mate finds this all very entertaining, but my roommate freaks out and, as she so often does, takes it as a vicious personal attack, telling me not to bite her head off, and that she wasn't bitching about it or anything, so I just need to calm down. Now, I should point out that she raised her voice to do this, so when I told her that, clearly, I did not mean it as an upset or a barb, and that SHE perhaps needs to calm down, I thought myself utterly reasonable, but of course, she just started grumbling about how I was menstrual, and therefore in a mood.
Yes, I WAS in a mood, but she knew nothing about it, and I thought that considering my day and my condition, I was being a bit more reasonable than her, so I should not be the one who is said to be "in a mood." That, of course, annoyed me during the entirety of our viewing, and so instead of being happy and calm for dinner, I was just very irate and ready to try to force some food down because, as I recalled just then, I had a sizable portion of homework (Japanese, so I couldn't do it at work) to do after dinner. But of course, to top my day off, dinner was nothing short of dismal, and the only bright side was my personal knowledge that at least since it was disgusting, I would not have to worry about getting cramps later, so that was fine.
Finally, I went upstairs for two hours of homework that would have taken half the time if I hadn't been in such an irritable mood that I couldn't really concentrate. I just want to stab something.
I'm going to take a nap. My roommate's back and I don't want her to say anything to me, as it will undoubtedly piss me off, and then I'll just have to cause trouble, because my patience meter is currently at 0, and I really would rather not start a silly feud just because I've had a bad day. Just because she goes haywire when she's menstrual doesn't mean I will. I will take a nap and avoid trouble.
I'm good like that. Sometimes.
current mood:  bitchy
current music: "Lullaby" from Key the Metal Idol
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| Monday, April 12th, 2004
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2:19 pm - Like a cat on spin cycle
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I have finally caved to outside pressures and created my own live journal. The question remains as to whether this makes me a conformist pressure-ho who can be forced to take part in the activities of those around her, or if by writing in my own journal, I will be defining myself more strongly. What a quandary I've caught myself in. And there! That was a prepositional phrase! That's even worse than the first thing, really. I should really go get some medication, as clearly the pain is starting to affect my mind's ability to function. Stupid...worthless...uterus. I tell it that I'm all set to sell it on the black market, and does it listen to me and behave? No, of course not. Idiotic organ, like I have any use for you anyway. Ugh, I need chocolate.
current mood:  hungry
current music: "Stuck in a Moment" by U2
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