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|Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009|
I wish I could find a job. This is a little ridiculous.
|Friday, January 9th, 2009|
So, if you're on here, and I like you, could you comment on here (they'll be screened, of course) with your address? I'm sending out wedding invites, and I realized that I can't really count on just seeing everybody and handing theirs to them. (Y'know, like people in Seattle. I can't exactly day trip over there...)
Assume that, if you're on my friend list, I'm inviting you.
Yay, getting stuff done! Current Mood: gettin' shit done.
|Sunday, December 28th, 2008|
So since I'm at a new job at the moment, I've had to explain to everyone that I'm engaged, and he's actually a good person, and yes, I am in fact very excited about getting married. It hadn't occurred to me that everyone there is discouraging my getting married with their slightly disparaging comments until I realized why today: everyone there is either in a really shitty relationship or divorced. (Or an older Indian man who is the most misogynistic man I have ever actually heard attest to the fact that women have a place, and tears are the weapon that make them stronger than men. Not making this up.)
It actually makes me kind of sad to see. Even the one guy who is still with the mother of his kids (and they all have kids) didn't get to take the day off when he actually had laryngitis -- apparently, his wife was not okay with his missing a day of work and thus being out a tiny bit of money. (She doesn't work.) He told me they all pretty much work so often because it's "a way to avoid all the work at home, y'know?" And no, I'm sorry, I don't know. I feel really awkward because I really love Andy, and I enjoy spending time with him, and I'm fairly certain that he's not going to cheat on me or become a total dick when we get married (because another popular one recently is "You know they change when you marry them, right?") We've lived together for almost four years now, god damn it, and no, I really don't think he's suddenly going to become a dick or is going to surprise me with mannerisms I haven't noticed until now (at least not in a bad way).
Just sayin'. It's a little dsenheartening to work at a liquor store, the bastion of utterly failed relationships. I know they all think they're being helpful, and I appreciate that they like me enough to try, but really? I would never be marrying him unless I really felt that we can stand to get old together, unless I realy loved him, and unless we'd already gotten over some fights -- it hasn't been as perfect and smooth-sailing as they seem to think, but we can deal with our shit instead of moving out and having conniptions. That's why we're getting married, guys at work, and why your relationships failed: if simple arguments find you cast out of your home, it's time to find a new home, not to go back until she finds someone else. Jesus.
Okay. I needed to blow off that steam. *whew* Now back to the job search that will hopefully leave me anywhere but there... Current Mood: perturbed.
|Thursday, December 11th, 2008|
I found the new soundtrack for whatever your next movie is. It doesn't even matter what it's actually about.chrisdaneowens.com/video/Shine_large.html
It's just... it has the most amazing... reluctant-gay-man-kissing-a-woman-kiss ever. And some incomprehensible plot. (Heh. It's secretly just a link to the Lord of the Rings. No, really. Try it and see.) Current Mood: amused
|Friday, October 17th, 2008|
|Stolen from Nopictures
Search the answers on urbandictionary.com, use the first definition that comes up.
1. Your name:
2. Your age:
3. One of your friends:
4. What should you be doing?
5. Your favourite colour:
6. Your birthplace:
7. Last person you talked to:
8. Last thing you had to drink:
9. Your nickname:
: A very attractive kind of the female gender who has a sultry gaze and a great figure. Lisas are usually attracted to common types of carbohydrates and will devour them vigorously if let loose without caution. Extremely attractive.
: The age at which one is finally considered human.
: A girl that is very stubborn but at the same time can be the greatest friend on the planet. She loves pizza and is absolutley gorgeous. She is loved by everybody and is fucking hilarious!
: Discreet term, or code name, for a session of "how's your father."
: The hue of the portion of the visible spectrum lying between green and indigo, evoked in a human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 420 to 490 nanometers.
: A city in the southernmost part of South Carolina. it is a very beautiful and historic city that was a major place in the civil war.
: One known for her sexual prowess.
8. Chocolate Milk
: When you mix milk and chocolate sauce or powder (but we all prefer the hersheys sauce) and then you stir it up and its yummyier than regular milk.
: LIS simply stands for laughing in Silence. For all of you who have the addicting thing called myspace, use LIS instead of LOL.
Wow. Well, some of those were kinda awesome. Heh. Research. (Except that it's about a bunch of dead white men who wrote some books... eewwww...) Current Mood: amused
|Tuesday, October 14th, 2008|
And I realized -- even if I write the least number of pages required on the rest of my assignments for the rest of the semester (and not counting Statement of Purpose and Writing Sample editing), I have 135 pages of academic writing to produce before I can graduate at the end of the semester.
Kill me now. Current Mood: disbelief-full.
|Thursday, September 11th, 2008|
|Sunday, August 10th, 2008|
Everyone who can read this needs to clear the weekend of April 18th (or at least that day) on their calendar!
Andy and I finally set the date, and we're getting married on the 18th!
(I'll be bugging everybody for their addresses later on, and mailing invitations as soon as we see about this church. It's a little early, but I know some people have to travel, so I wanted to get the word out as soon as I could. *ahem*Ryan and Cheria*ahem*)
Yay! Current Mood: bouncy
|Tuesday, July 15th, 2008|
|Friday, July 4th, 2008|
|Saturday, June 28th, 2008|
|Best Morning EVAR!!!
So between finding out that http://doctorhorrible.net/ exists ("Joss Whedon’s “Doctor Horrible
” starring Neil Patrick Harris, Felicia Day & Nathan Fillion") and finding theOFFICIAL WEBSITE FOR DIABLO 3 ( http://www.blizzard.com/diablo3/ )
I'm doing pretty damn well. Current Mood: media-tastic!
|Friday, June 27th, 2008|
|Thursday, June 26th, 2008|
|Thursday, June 19th, 2008|
|Euros are Stupid
And I don't want to use them any more.
Fuck you, Euros. Current Mood: hateful to the exchange rate.
|Wednesday, June 18th, 2008|
|Monday, June 16th, 2008|
Kind of intellectually elitist, but far too amusing not to put on here!http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2008/5/21kumar.html
Yeah. Proust discovers Livejournal. (If anyone doesn't know who he is, imagine the most long-winded male Sylvia Plath that you possibly can. That's him.) Current Mood: really, really amused.
|Sunday, June 15th, 2008|
|My Weekend Excursion
So we just got back from Normandy. Four of us -- Amy, Valerie, pregnant-bitch (Marie),and myself all rented a car and a hotel room and drove to Caen, where the War Memorial and the American Cemetery both are. It was interesting. There was a short video in the Memorial that followed the progression of war footage (and a little bit of propaganda coverage) and showed before and after pictures -- taken from the same point of view each time -- that kind of astounded us. Even Amy (who's going into the Army in the fall and has been studying the whole battles and strategies thing) was surprised; there were towns where the foundations weren't even left -- it was only the churches, sometimes.
We also went to Omaha Beach, which was amazing. I love going to the beach when it's cold outside, and it was about 75 yesterday, and windy. It was marvelous. So we had a rather historically-significant weekend, which was more fun than all the other trips out combined; we didn't have to do anything in particular, we didn't have to stay with a large tour group, and I got to show up the pregnant ho who's constantly pointing out that she's in a higher level of French than us -- when it actually came down to needing to find out why the pump wasn't working at the gas station, I had to step in and figure out what it was. She couldn't even speak basic conversation, and I have to assume her written skills are really good. Though Amy got her one better when responding to "Well, I am really smart. You don't get a 4.0 by being stupid!" with "No, you get a 4.0 by being a Theatre major and an Art minor." That might have actually been the bitchiest I've heard her be since we got into this country; I'm glad to know I'm being such a good influence. (BTW, I miss you, Connie. I just look like a total bitch when there's no one there to soften the blow of my sarcasm by leading into it with other, sometimes less caustic, sarcasm.)
Only something like ten days left now, and I cannot wait to get back into the states. I'm glad I came on this trip, because it has been a fun experience, and something I can say I've done before (and Jesus, but the menthol cigarettes are strong here!) but I'm glad to be going home soon. I miss eloquence and the English language and being able to express myself in varying degrees without everything being either simply "bien" or "mal" (essentially) and not feeling constantly frustrated by my inability to communicate even simple ideas. Rar. I miss everybody (pretty much, and if I don't miss you I've probably told you as much in person before now) and I'm really looking forward to being able to call people at realistic times of day (because there's little more frustrating than being six hours ahead of people and guessing when they might or might not be awake and/or at work). See everyone soon! Current Mood: finishing that work.
|Tuesday, June 10th, 2008|
Oh my god. I should know better than to eat meat that tastes a little off. Even to be polite to my house mother.
In my defense, it was also a really weird piece of sausage of some type that they don't have in America, so I couldn't have been expected to know what it was supposed to be like. Jesus, I haven't been this violently ill in recent memory. Current Mood: nauseated
|Friday, June 6th, 2008|
Guess who got her first tests of the term back? That's right, mama made some appropriately awesome grades – 19.5, 17, and 17, all out of 20. I'm actually not disappointed with myself speaking someone else's native tongue in their country, which rather surprises me.
Connie, I need someone with whom to rock out. Sometimes I'll try it in class, but we speak in French, so then I'm “Je danse”-ing. My teacher will “Je danse, aussi” with me (“I dance, too” by the way) but it just isn't the same. :(
I'll be getting Skype tonight, I hope – hadn't realized it was only $0.02 per minute to call a telephone, but hopefully the arrival of my house-mother's daughter and the subsequent appropriation of the internet that I intend to commence will allow me to get on that. You guys are six hours behind, so be warned that I might be calling either at around six in the evening or midnight/one in the morning. Because anything outside that will fuck with my sleep, and I have class for like five hours a day, every day here, and they start at nine. I needs mah sleep. (See? I'm so starved for intelligent English interaction that I'm lol-speaking. *sigh*) Current Mood: just kinda here.
|Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008|
|Lame Missing Andy Post
If you don't want to see me being sappy, don't read it.
The last cigarette of the night, right before I go to bed, is usually when I manage to miss Andy the most. So last night, I had my iPod on shuffle as I re-read Ryan's book, and I'm standing out on the balcony and having a cigarette. It starts raining a little bit, and the "Nothing Compares 2 U" came on my random shuffle-y playlist. Damn you, Sinead O'Connor. And timing.
I know it's been a week, but not being able to even talk to him makes it a hell of a lot worse. I miss you, sweetie. Current Mood: lonely