my mommy called me on my birthday, and found out that i was miserably horribly ill. so you know what she does? she brings me gatorade and jello! i dont know about you people, but for me, those are the two things that i generally crave the most when i'm sick. she even brought me jello that had fruit all mixed in it... mmmmmmmmm yummy.
but yeah... so i'm finally feeling better. the fever is gone, and i'm thinking about eating real food instead of just liquid and semi liquid food... i hate the sloshy stomach feeling i get when all i've had is liquid food... bleh. i'm not quite my full self yet, but i'm getting there, and hopefully a new years eve of fondue and movies will put me back into full stride.
so happy new years to everyone... heres to a better one than the last.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
happy birthday to me
well... today i turn 26. today is also the first birthday i have ever spent alone. i have the flu, and am being passively quarantined by my friends. i.e. none of them are coming to see me, and they have all shunned the idea of taking me out... probably a good idea since i'm sniffling and suffering from chills and aches and pains and am generally pretty damned whiny. thank god i dont have to be back at work til the 3rd of january, so i'm not cutting into any sick leave or anything...
my trip to NY was hellish, as predicted. i got sick there, after being subjected to night after night of awkward holiday parties full of people that i dont know, have never met before, and dont ever care to see again. actually, i think what really did it was going to NYC in 20 degree weather, in clothing that wasnt quite warm enough, and be dragged all over the place in the snow despite the fact that my nose was going to fall off due to frostbite, and my fingers had frozen solid curled into claws. me, being the loving mother that i am, had given my gloves to my son because his hands were cold... and i'd made sure he was bundled up as well as possible, but forgotten about myself in the mix. and let me tell you, a leather jacket is just not enough against 20mph winds in the snow. so now i'm miserably ill. and there is nothing worse than spending 6 hours on an overbooked flight at 6:30am when you've got a fever of 103.5, and you're not allowed to smoke. thats what i did yesterday.
today... today has been spent on my couch. alternating between chills and hot flashes... shivering and sweating... and wishing that whoever stuck that knitting needle in my ear would have shoved it in far enough to pierce my brain and kill me, instead of stopping at puncturing my ear drum and causing me massive amounts of pain. but i'm finally getting an appetite back, so i suppose thats a good sign... in a little bit i might actually find the strength to take a bath.
so happy birthday to me.
my trip to NY was hellish, as predicted. i got sick there, after being subjected to night after night of awkward holiday parties full of people that i dont know, have never met before, and dont ever care to see again. actually, i think what really did it was going to NYC in 20 degree weather, in clothing that wasnt quite warm enough, and be dragged all over the place in the snow despite the fact that my nose was going to fall off due to frostbite, and my fingers had frozen solid curled into claws. me, being the loving mother that i am, had given my gloves to my son because his hands were cold... and i'd made sure he was bundled up as well as possible, but forgotten about myself in the mix. and let me tell you, a leather jacket is just not enough against 20mph winds in the snow. so now i'm miserably ill. and there is nothing worse than spending 6 hours on an overbooked flight at 6:30am when you've got a fever of 103.5, and you're not allowed to smoke. thats what i did yesterday.
today... today has been spent on my couch. alternating between chills and hot flashes... shivering and sweating... and wishing that whoever stuck that knitting needle in my ear would have shoved it in far enough to pierce my brain and kill me, instead of stopping at puncturing my ear drum and causing me massive amounts of pain. but i'm finally getting an appetite back, so i suppose thats a good sign... in a little bit i might actually find the strength to take a bath.
so happy birthday to me.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
anyone need a gmail account?
okay... one last post...
gmail has given me 4 invites to send away... if you want one, let me know.
gmail has given me 4 invites to send away... if you want one, let me know.
going on "vacation"
alright people. this is likely to be my last post until after xmas, if not new years.
i'd like to say i'm leaving for my NY trip in a good mood with a positive outlook, but that would be a blatant lie. i am miserable. i am dreading this trip.
then theres the fact that i haven't heard from my boy in 2 days, and he'd promised to call me but didnt, and isnt returning my calls or answering his phone. i keep hoping that he just lost it again. but i have a deep seated fear that that isnt the case, and i cant seem to shake it.
i realize that its the holiday season, and that i'm ultra stressed out, and that i'm probably carrying that stress over into my relationship. but i cant help it. deep down i'm really insecure. i dont feel like i'm worthy of his attentions. i dont feel like i'm worthy of his time. and i keep thinking he's realized it. especially given a conversation we had the last time we talked that i wont go into here. i'm scared. beyond scared. terrified. but theres nothing i can do about that except keep trying to get ahold of him.
i'll try to post something to let you all know if anything happens with that over xmas... i may have limited internet access, or i may not. in any case, i'll be writing posts and saving them until i can post them. keep an eye out, theres likely to be some pretty hilarious stories.
i'd like to say i'm leaving for my NY trip in a good mood with a positive outlook, but that would be a blatant lie. i am miserable. i am dreading this trip.
then theres the fact that i haven't heard from my boy in 2 days, and he'd promised to call me but didnt, and isnt returning my calls or answering his phone. i keep hoping that he just lost it again. but i have a deep seated fear that that isnt the case, and i cant seem to shake it.
i realize that its the holiday season, and that i'm ultra stressed out, and that i'm probably carrying that stress over into my relationship. but i cant help it. deep down i'm really insecure. i dont feel like i'm worthy of his attentions. i dont feel like i'm worthy of his time. and i keep thinking he's realized it. especially given a conversation we had the last time we talked that i wont go into here. i'm scared. beyond scared. terrified. but theres nothing i can do about that except keep trying to get ahold of him.
i'll try to post something to let you all know if anything happens with that over xmas... i may have limited internet access, or i may not. in any case, i'll be writing posts and saving them until i can post them. keep an eye out, theres likely to be some pretty hilarious stories.
Monday, December 20, 2004
how i feel sometimes...
Nobody's Home
by Avril lavigne
I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it everyday
I couldn't help her
I just watched her make
The same mistakes again
What's wrong, what's wrong now
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs
(Chorus)
She wants to go home
But nobody's home
That's where she lies
Broken inside
With no place to go
No place to go
To dry her eyes
Broken inside
Open your eyes
And look outside
Find the reason why
You've been rejected
And now you can't find
what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now
Too many too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs
(Repeat Chorus)
Her feeling she hides
Her dream she can't find
She's losing her mind
She's fallen behind
She can't find her place
She's losing her faith
She's fallen from grace
She's all over the place
(Repeat Chorus)
She's lost inside, lost inside
She's lost inside, lost inside
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i'll be the first to tell you that love does not solve everything. it doesnt take the world away. and sometimes... sometimes you just end up feeling weaker for it.
and i do right now. i feel weak. helpless. lost.
by Avril lavigne
I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it everyday
I couldn't help her
I just watched her make
The same mistakes again
What's wrong, what's wrong now
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs
(Chorus)
She wants to go home
But nobody's home
That's where she lies
Broken inside
With no place to go
No place to go
To dry her eyes
Broken inside
Open your eyes
And look outside
Find the reason why
You've been rejected
And now you can't find
what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now
Too many too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs
(Repeat Chorus)
Her feeling she hides
Her dream she can't find
She's losing her mind
She's fallen behind
She can't find her place
She's losing her faith
She's fallen from grace
She's all over the place
(Repeat Chorus)
She's lost inside, lost inside
She's lost inside, lost inside
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i'll be the first to tell you that love does not solve everything. it doesnt take the world away. and sometimes... sometimes you just end up feeling weaker for it.
and i do right now. i feel weak. helpless. lost.
Launch is determined to make me cry...
... at my desk no less... fukkers... ever since i got to work, every song they've played is one that is ultra meaningful to me, and has brought me to the brink of tears numerous times over. for example, they played "boulevard of broken dreams" [thats Green Day people] and then immediately played the Goo Goo Dolls remake of "give a little bit"... both songs make me ultra sad. and right now, well i just cant handle it. i have a little over 36 hours before my hellish journey back home for xmas begins... and i dont wanna go. its too much work. its too much hassle. and goddammit if my father didnt make the plane rez for the EARLIEST FUCKING FLIGHT he could find. i do no relish having to wake up at 4am just to try to get to the airport and deal with crowds of other people who woke up at 4am to get to the airport, and inept security guards, and screeners, and idiots who cant control their kids, and not being able to smoke, basically for 10 goddamned hours straight because once you get past security that once, you cant really leave or you have to stand in line for ANOTHER 2 hours just to get back in, and there arent any fucking smoking sections inside the airport *cries miserably* why oh why did i agree to go on this godforsaken trip?? oh yeah... cuz my grandparents are old and sick and deserve to see my son whenever humanly possible... *sigh* the hell i put myself through for the benefit of other people.
the sad thing is i used to love to travel. actually, i still love to travel. just not with anyone i'm related to. except my sister, but she doesnt count because she's too cool to actually be a part of my family. i think she got switched at birth or something... except she looks more like my mom than i do... so maybe its me that got switched at birth.
and i havent finished my xmas shopping. and i have to clean out my fridge. and i havent finished my laundry. and i havent packed yet. and i have way too much to do at work to get ready for the vacation days i'm taking [that i cant actually afford because i have no fukking vacation, so i have to take leave without pay] and i'm going to be stranded in NY with no internet access [eventhough i'll have my laptop] for a week. and i have to vaccuum still. and i need to pick up a perscription, but i forgot to call it in to be refilled, and i didnt bring the stupid thing with me to work so i cant do that from here. and i have to deposit some checks so i dont go broke while i'm in NY, and i can afford to go grocery shopping when i finally get home. and i have to take out my trash. and i have to beg my apt manager to get my mail for me while i'm gone. and and and *sobs in frustration*
and then theres all the emotional shit that i'm going through...
divorce papers need to be served and signed. custody needs to be agreed on. but thats all up in the air cuz no one knows where my ex will be living in 2 months.
and my army boy is coming to visit again directly after i get home from NY, and i want things to be perfect for him cuz he deserves it. he's dealing with stuff that i wish i could help with... that i desperately want to find a way to help with, but i dont know how. i mean, how do i help the fact that the army might stop loss him before he can get out of the army, and send him back to iraq for another year? how do i help the fact that his parents are old, and sick, and need help, but in order for him to help them, he has to put his entire life on hold? how do i help that in order for him to get the $$ to be able to take care of them, he has to take a job as one of those private contracted security people in the middle east? how do i help that he feels like he needs to take care of everyone and everything, no matter how it affects him? how do i help the fact that because of all that stuff, he feels like he's doing me a disservice? he doesnt believe me when i tell him he's not. he doesnt get that his willingness to do all those things is one of the things that i admire about him. he doesnt understand how rare it is for someone to care so much for their parents, and want to take care of them that way. he doesnt understand that i'm willing to go through hell with him, and help him do those things, because i see how important it is to him. of course, i've discovered that he gets the "what if's" worse than i do... can you believe it? i mean wow... cuz i'm really bad about those... and he blows me outta the water. i worry about absolutely nothing in comparison to the roads that his mind goes down... but i like that too. partially cuz it makes me feel normal, and partially cuz it shows that he's one of the few people out there in the world who actually gives a shit to the point that they'll worry. and i'm in there in those what ifs. and that makes me feel really good, that he cares enough about me to worry... even if some of the things hes worrying about are pretty silly [some of them arent... but a lot of them are, just because he doesnt understand just how much i care for him].
and i have to register for next semester's classes after i get back, but i havent finished paying for LAST semester's classes yet [stupid mid semester tuition increases... dag nabbit... fuck arnold for pulling education funding. just fuck him].
then its my birthday soon... and we know i'm so looking forward to that... *sigh* another year older, not that the guy carding me for my smokes is gonna give a shit... he still is convinced i'm like 16 or some shit like that. would someone please explain to him that it is almost medically impossible for a 16 yr old to have a 6 year old son?? this whole looking 10 years younger than i really am is getting really old really quick. if i were 40, fine, great. let me look 30. but i'm 25. i work full time. i'm a mom. I want to be seen as the responsible adult that i am, not treated like a teenager with a fake ID!!
and my mother is going through menopause and going completely and totally PSYCHOTIC about the stupidest shit... i was at her place this weekend with my son, and OH MY GOD. i mean she just couldnt shut up about everything that was wrong with everything. i smelled like smoke. [shock of shocks. i'm a fukkin smoker. no shit imma smell like smoke] and not only did i smell like smoke, but i smelled like smoke so much that she wouldnt HUG ME. i let my son have a soda, a non-caffinated soda, and mom throws a fit saying how soda is bad, soda is horrible, soda has sugar in it, blah blah blah. she even forbade my sister from using a certain hand lotion because mom cant stand the smell of it... even though --I-- cant smell it at all... argh. i know it doesnt sound like much... but the entire day was full of things like this. bitching that an old boyfriend of hers called her on her 50th birthday to wish her well, and tell her that their old favorite restaurant was closing... i mean wow. thats something that i would find incredibly sweet and touching, that he would think about her after all this time... but no... mom was ANGRY about it... weird shit man. and its just hard to take a whole day of that. i understand that shes going through weird hormonal shifts, but even the most understanding only goes so far when you end up being a target [which i was several times]. i've never been more miserable seeing my mom.
and here i am sitting at work, trying desperately to fight off the nervous breakdown that's pressing firmly against the wall i've built up around it in my head. drowning in work that i cant focus on to save my life. everything needs to get done before i leave tomorrow... and two days isnt enough to take care of everything. its not even enough time to take care of one tenth of everything. and deadlines are coming up. and theres so many things i'm going to have to take care of when i get back from vacation... my god.
stepping in front of the train on my way home is starting to look even more appealing than it used to. i wish i could just put an end to all this SHIT in my life. i wish i could just go back to being a kid, when everything was taken care of for me, and all i had to do was what i was told to do. i would give anything to be able to go back to that right now. i'm tired of being an adult. i'm tired of having to carry everything on my shoulders. i'm tried of having to be the one to fix everything, and take care of everyone. i'm tired of being blamed for everything that goes wrong. i'm tired. so tired. i'm tired of coming last. i'm tired of not mattering. i'm tired of being here. here... this world. this life. this body. [oh fuck, evanescence "my immortal" is on launch now... i'm screwed... just fukkin screwed]
i wish to god i just had someone to tell me what to do. to just take over everything and tell me every morning when i get up what i need to do that day. and you know its funny... cuz my parents try to run my life... but not the way i want... they just tell me what i'm doing wrong. and what i should do instead. but they dont tell me HOW. they dont break it down for me. at this point, i'd be willing to do whatever the hell they said, if they could just break it down for me... "monday, do this and this. tuesday do that and the other thing. wednesday do x y and z". cuz i just cant fukkin focus anymore.
i think i need to see a shrink. i think i need to get on meds for the ADD. i think i need to get back on meds for the manic depression. i dont know. i dont want to do either. i dont like the way meds make me. i dont like who i become. but i need to get my life in order, and i dont fukkin know how, and i cant focus to save my life. i cant think straight. i cant pin down my thoughts unless i'm pouring them out like this... all jumbled and rambling... and even then they dont make much sense to me... its like once they're on screen, or paper, they belong to someone else, and i cant relate to them anymore.
can someone just tell me what i'm supposed to do? please? i'll do whatever... honest i will... just tell me what... *puts her head down on her desk and tries not to cry too loud*
the sad thing is i used to love to travel. actually, i still love to travel. just not with anyone i'm related to. except my sister, but she doesnt count because she's too cool to actually be a part of my family. i think she got switched at birth or something... except she looks more like my mom than i do... so maybe its me that got switched at birth.
and i havent finished my xmas shopping. and i have to clean out my fridge. and i havent finished my laundry. and i havent packed yet. and i have way too much to do at work to get ready for the vacation days i'm taking [that i cant actually afford because i have no fukking vacation, so i have to take leave without pay] and i'm going to be stranded in NY with no internet access [eventhough i'll have my laptop] for a week. and i have to vaccuum still. and i need to pick up a perscription, but i forgot to call it in to be refilled, and i didnt bring the stupid thing with me to work so i cant do that from here. and i have to deposit some checks so i dont go broke while i'm in NY, and i can afford to go grocery shopping when i finally get home. and i have to take out my trash. and i have to beg my apt manager to get my mail for me while i'm gone. and and and *sobs in frustration*
and then theres all the emotional shit that i'm going through...
divorce papers need to be served and signed. custody needs to be agreed on. but thats all up in the air cuz no one knows where my ex will be living in 2 months.
and my army boy is coming to visit again directly after i get home from NY, and i want things to be perfect for him cuz he deserves it. he's dealing with stuff that i wish i could help with... that i desperately want to find a way to help with, but i dont know how. i mean, how do i help the fact that the army might stop loss him before he can get out of the army, and send him back to iraq for another year? how do i help the fact that his parents are old, and sick, and need help, but in order for him to help them, he has to put his entire life on hold? how do i help that in order for him to get the $$ to be able to take care of them, he has to take a job as one of those private contracted security people in the middle east? how do i help that he feels like he needs to take care of everyone and everything, no matter how it affects him? how do i help the fact that because of all that stuff, he feels like he's doing me a disservice? he doesnt believe me when i tell him he's not. he doesnt get that his willingness to do all those things is one of the things that i admire about him. he doesnt understand how rare it is for someone to care so much for their parents, and want to take care of them that way. he doesnt understand that i'm willing to go through hell with him, and help him do those things, because i see how important it is to him. of course, i've discovered that he gets the "what if's" worse than i do... can you believe it? i mean wow... cuz i'm really bad about those... and he blows me outta the water. i worry about absolutely nothing in comparison to the roads that his mind goes down... but i like that too. partially cuz it makes me feel normal, and partially cuz it shows that he's one of the few people out there in the world who actually gives a shit to the point that they'll worry. and i'm in there in those what ifs. and that makes me feel really good, that he cares enough about me to worry... even if some of the things hes worrying about are pretty silly [some of them arent... but a lot of them are, just because he doesnt understand just how much i care for him].
and i have to register for next semester's classes after i get back, but i havent finished paying for LAST semester's classes yet [stupid mid semester tuition increases... dag nabbit... fuck arnold for pulling education funding. just fuck him].
then its my birthday soon... and we know i'm so looking forward to that... *sigh* another year older, not that the guy carding me for my smokes is gonna give a shit... he still is convinced i'm like 16 or some shit like that. would someone please explain to him that it is almost medically impossible for a 16 yr old to have a 6 year old son?? this whole looking 10 years younger than i really am is getting really old really quick. if i were 40, fine, great. let me look 30. but i'm 25. i work full time. i'm a mom. I want to be seen as the responsible adult that i am, not treated like a teenager with a fake ID!!
and my mother is going through menopause and going completely and totally PSYCHOTIC about the stupidest shit... i was at her place this weekend with my son, and OH MY GOD. i mean she just couldnt shut up about everything that was wrong with everything. i smelled like smoke. [shock of shocks. i'm a fukkin smoker. no shit imma smell like smoke] and not only did i smell like smoke, but i smelled like smoke so much that she wouldnt HUG ME. i let my son have a soda, a non-caffinated soda, and mom throws a fit saying how soda is bad, soda is horrible, soda has sugar in it, blah blah blah. she even forbade my sister from using a certain hand lotion because mom cant stand the smell of it... even though --I-- cant smell it at all... argh. i know it doesnt sound like much... but the entire day was full of things like this. bitching that an old boyfriend of hers called her on her 50th birthday to wish her well, and tell her that their old favorite restaurant was closing... i mean wow. thats something that i would find incredibly sweet and touching, that he would think about her after all this time... but no... mom was ANGRY about it... weird shit man. and its just hard to take a whole day of that. i understand that shes going through weird hormonal shifts, but even the most understanding only goes so far when you end up being a target [which i was several times]. i've never been more miserable seeing my mom.
and here i am sitting at work, trying desperately to fight off the nervous breakdown that's pressing firmly against the wall i've built up around it in my head. drowning in work that i cant focus on to save my life. everything needs to get done before i leave tomorrow... and two days isnt enough to take care of everything. its not even enough time to take care of one tenth of everything. and deadlines are coming up. and theres so many things i'm going to have to take care of when i get back from vacation... my god.
stepping in front of the train on my way home is starting to look even more appealing than it used to. i wish i could just put an end to all this SHIT in my life. i wish i could just go back to being a kid, when everything was taken care of for me, and all i had to do was what i was told to do. i would give anything to be able to go back to that right now. i'm tired of being an adult. i'm tired of having to carry everything on my shoulders. i'm tried of having to be the one to fix everything, and take care of everyone. i'm tired of being blamed for everything that goes wrong. i'm tired. so tired. i'm tired of coming last. i'm tired of not mattering. i'm tired of being here. here... this world. this life. this body. [oh fuck, evanescence "my immortal" is on launch now... i'm screwed... just fukkin screwed]
i wish to god i just had someone to tell me what to do. to just take over everything and tell me every morning when i get up what i need to do that day. and you know its funny... cuz my parents try to run my life... but not the way i want... they just tell me what i'm doing wrong. and what i should do instead. but they dont tell me HOW. they dont break it down for me. at this point, i'd be willing to do whatever the hell they said, if they could just break it down for me... "monday, do this and this. tuesday do that and the other thing. wednesday do x y and z". cuz i just cant fukkin focus anymore.
i think i need to see a shrink. i think i need to get on meds for the ADD. i think i need to get back on meds for the manic depression. i dont know. i dont want to do either. i dont like the way meds make me. i dont like who i become. but i need to get my life in order, and i dont fukkin know how, and i cant focus to save my life. i cant think straight. i cant pin down my thoughts unless i'm pouring them out like this... all jumbled and rambling... and even then they dont make much sense to me... its like once they're on screen, or paper, they belong to someone else, and i cant relate to them anymore.
can someone just tell me what i'm supposed to do? please? i'll do whatever... honest i will... just tell me what... *puts her head down on her desk and tries not to cry too loud*
Thursday, December 16, 2004
dont we all feel safe flying this holiday season?
well, i dont know about anyone else, but i'm headed back east to see my relatives this xmas. i'm supposed to fly from SFO to Newark... but i'm thinking of changing my flight plan because of this article that tells us how Newark Airport screeners 1) LOST a bag full of fake explosives during a TSA test. and 2) missed 1 in 4 test explosives and weapons in undercover tests this past summer. um... HELLO???
WHAT IF THEY HADNT BEEN FAKE, OR TESTS???
gads! the negligence, the carelessness, the incompetence... oh yeah, and you wanna know how they lost that bag of "fake explosives" ?? get this... they LOADED IT ONTO A PLANE !!!
i am now officially afraid to travel. not because of terrorists. terrorists dont bug me. but because if we cant even figure out NOT TO LOAD A BAG OF BOMBS on a plane, how smart can we really be? and if we're that stupid... we have no business ferrying people all over the world in vehicles that, by sheer luck, defy gravity. [oh dont give me that physics crap about airflow and lift... its luck dammit. sheer fucking luck that we dont all plummet outta the sky in those iron birds]. i mean, if they cant remember not to load a bag of bombs on a plane, will they rememeber to refuel it? will they remember to de-ice the wings? will they remember to lock the doors? will they remember to patch that hole in the oil line? or to double check the hydraulics on the landing gear? will they?? I DONT THINK SO.
idiots... complete and total idiots... and i'm supposed to trust my life to these fools... right...
*storms off in a huff*
WHAT IF THEY HADNT BEEN FAKE, OR TESTS???
gads! the negligence, the carelessness, the incompetence... oh yeah, and you wanna know how they lost that bag of "fake explosives" ?? get this... they LOADED IT ONTO A PLANE !!!
i am now officially afraid to travel. not because of terrorists. terrorists dont bug me. but because if we cant even figure out NOT TO LOAD A BAG OF BOMBS on a plane, how smart can we really be? and if we're that stupid... we have no business ferrying people all over the world in vehicles that, by sheer luck, defy gravity. [oh dont give me that physics crap about airflow and lift... its luck dammit. sheer fucking luck that we dont all plummet outta the sky in those iron birds]. i mean, if they cant remember not to load a bag of bombs on a plane, will they rememeber to refuel it? will they remember to de-ice the wings? will they remember to lock the doors? will they remember to patch that hole in the oil line? or to double check the hydraulics on the landing gear? will they?? I DONT THINK SO.
idiots... complete and total idiots... and i'm supposed to trust my life to these fools... right...
*storms off in a huff*
management sanctioned activities which preclude the actual accomplishment of anything work related -- revisited.
okay... so this morning was my office's typical monthly meeting. i'm used to these basically being an hour long break where i get to sit on my ass and do absolutely nothing except tune out whatever i'm being droned on at about. however... this morning's meeting was a little different. it was [oh this is classic] a meeting about [dramatic pause] meetings. [yeah, you read that right. i was just as shocked.] yes. we had a meeting about how our meetings next year were going to work. and not only did we have a meeting about it, but we had and hour and a half long meeting about it. [!?!]
right about now i'll bet you're thinking "what? a meeting about meetings? how inept are the managers there?" well i'll tell you. they are so inept that my office manager [thats my boss's boss, for those who dont get the bureaucratic structure around here] had to make a list on a white board of OUR ideas of what a "good meeting" and a "bad meeting" were. [i was shocked and appalled. i mean i knew she was incompetent, but i didn't think she was THAT incompetent]. the really sad thing about it is, this was sorely needed. our staff meetings are pointless and boring, and generally have nothing to do with anything that affects us as a group, and generally singles out issues that individuals are having that none of us have need to even think about let alone deal with. [and that, my friends, didnt end up on the "bad meeting" list until I PUT IT THERE MYSELF]
my office is so bad off, that we had to SET GROUND RULES for said meetings, and determine that there should be an agenda circulated beforehand, and say that there needs to be a specific reason for the meeting or not have one at all... i mean, isnt this common sense? why the heck call a one hour meeting if you dont have anything to talk about? [oh wait. this is a government organization we're talking about here. sorry. my bad.] oh yeah, we're also so bad off that part of the ground rules had to be "be respectful" and "dont interrupt people" [erm, what the fuck, is this KINDERGARTEN?]
maybe its just me, but i thought that the way meetings worked was as follows:
1. manager decides theres something their staff needs to know, or theres a problem that needs to be solved.
2. manager calls a meeting to discuss said issues.
3. staff shows up and listens.
4. after the manager (or their alloted spokesperson) is through, staff gets to ask questions.
5. meeting done.
and the whole thing is handled in an adult, professional manner, with no screaming, no yelling, no calling names... i mean hell, thats what grown ups do in an office environment right? act like adults? be professional in group settings? [i know they dont act professionally in personal, or relatively private settings... we're all human... and we all need our bitch sessions].
the funny thing is that the younger staff in my office gets this concept, and through the entire meeting we were looking at each other like we'd suddenly been transported to mars and our supervisors had been replaced by radioactive venutians or something. it was the older crowd that needed this "tutorial in meeting ettiquette". in fact, it was our office manager who needed it the most, and she was the one leading the stupid meeting!!
so yes, this was a royal waste of my time, and my energy, and i should have just skipped the whole thing and suffered the consequences [my boss going "why weren't you at the meeting this morning?" me saying "because i assumed it would be pointless and a waste of my time as usual" her saying "oh, well, you should have been there anyway" and me wondering why...]. but no, i'm non confrontational like that. ah well.
so yeah, that about killed my morning. havent a clue what i'm gonna do now... its a half hour til lunch time, and everything i've got to do will take longer than that, and i dont want to have to stop in the middle of something, because then i'll forget where i was when i get back to my desk... bleh. what a waste of time. well... maybe it wasnt a waste of time for the supervisors, ad they learned what a meeting was supposed to be like... but me, well, somehow i dont think its my job to have to teach them. at least, its not on my official job description, which of course doesnt cover half of what i do on a daily basis... [yeah. i should get that looked into. i think i'm due for a re-class, or at the very least, a raise.]
ah well... more later... i'm going to go waste half an hour.
right about now i'll bet you're thinking "what? a meeting about meetings? how inept are the managers there?" well i'll tell you. they are so inept that my office manager [thats my boss's boss, for those who dont get the bureaucratic structure around here] had to make a list on a white board of OUR ideas of what a "good meeting" and a "bad meeting" were. [i was shocked and appalled. i mean i knew she was incompetent, but i didn't think she was THAT incompetent]. the really sad thing about it is, this was sorely needed. our staff meetings are pointless and boring, and generally have nothing to do with anything that affects us as a group, and generally singles out issues that individuals are having that none of us have need to even think about let alone deal with. [and that, my friends, didnt end up on the "bad meeting" list until I PUT IT THERE MYSELF]
my office is so bad off, that we had to SET GROUND RULES for said meetings, and determine that there should be an agenda circulated beforehand, and say that there needs to be a specific reason for the meeting or not have one at all... i mean, isnt this common sense? why the heck call a one hour meeting if you dont have anything to talk about? [oh wait. this is a government organization we're talking about here. sorry. my bad.] oh yeah, we're also so bad off that part of the ground rules had to be "be respectful" and "dont interrupt people" [erm, what the fuck, is this KINDERGARTEN?]
maybe its just me, but i thought that the way meetings worked was as follows:
1. manager decides theres something their staff needs to know, or theres a problem that needs to be solved.
2. manager calls a meeting to discuss said issues.
3. staff shows up and listens.
4. after the manager (or their alloted spokesperson) is through, staff gets to ask questions.
5. meeting done.
and the whole thing is handled in an adult, professional manner, with no screaming, no yelling, no calling names... i mean hell, thats what grown ups do in an office environment right? act like adults? be professional in group settings? [i know they dont act professionally in personal, or relatively private settings... we're all human... and we all need our bitch sessions].
the funny thing is that the younger staff in my office gets this concept, and through the entire meeting we were looking at each other like we'd suddenly been transported to mars and our supervisors had been replaced by radioactive venutians or something. it was the older crowd that needed this "tutorial in meeting ettiquette". in fact, it was our office manager who needed it the most, and she was the one leading the stupid meeting!!
so yes, this was a royal waste of my time, and my energy, and i should have just skipped the whole thing and suffered the consequences [my boss going "why weren't you at the meeting this morning?" me saying "because i assumed it would be pointless and a waste of my time as usual" her saying "oh, well, you should have been there anyway" and me wondering why...]. but no, i'm non confrontational like that. ah well.
so yeah, that about killed my morning. havent a clue what i'm gonna do now... its a half hour til lunch time, and everything i've got to do will take longer than that, and i dont want to have to stop in the middle of something, because then i'll forget where i was when i get back to my desk... bleh. what a waste of time. well... maybe it wasnt a waste of time for the supervisors, ad they learned what a meeting was supposed to be like... but me, well, somehow i dont think its my job to have to teach them. at least, its not on my official job description, which of course doesnt cover half of what i do on a daily basis... [yeah. i should get that looked into. i think i'm due for a re-class, or at the very least, a raise.]
ah well... more later... i'm going to go waste half an hour.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
sicker than sick *cough cough* but posting anyway
okay... so i promised more details... only i havent posted in the past few days cuz as soon as my boy went home, i got drastically ill. [something about a viral sinus infection and subsequent bronchitis] so i've been doped up on narcotics for the past two days [and am even still quite loopy, so pardon if this post makes less sense than usual] with no immediate end of that in sight.
so yeah... i think my accounts of thursday and friday were about as detailed as need be, cuz otherwise i might just give you all too much information... and while some of you wouldnt object, some of you would, and well, i'm doin my best to keep everyone happy here...
saturday was just as wonderful as thursday night and friday, perhaps even more so, if simpler. waking up with his arm around me is... heaven, and oh so right. all i could do was snuggle closer and be happy that there was no alarm to wake me up as i drifted back to sleep with his breath against my ear, his heart beat against my back... eventually we did wake up, and went and curled up on the couch to watch movies on tv while he forced me to do my homework. angel that he is, went out and brought me back breakfast... that was so sweet... necessary, as i [oh the ever prepared one that i am] hadn't gone grocery shopping in weeks and the only edible things in my fridge were a block of cheese, some pickles, and a bottle of ranch dressing, [yes, that officially makes me a bachelorette...in practice anyway, if not on paper quite yet.] but incredibly sweet :) after breakfast, i went back to working [he made me... i didnt want to, but he told me that if i didnt, he wouldnt... um... nevermind *blush*] and he fell asleep with his head in my lap... so i stopped working for a little while and just watched him. he looks just like a little boy when he's asleep like that... so peaceful, so pure... *sighs wistfully* when i finally finished working [he distracted me some *ahem*] we went and got some dvds, and chinese takeout, and curled up together and watched movies. i havent been that relaxed in ages and ages. leaning back against his chest, his legs tangled in mine, his arms across my chest, our fingers laced together... my god. we fit perfectly together, like god [or whoever] made us for eachother. i drifted in and out of sleep like that... missed most of the end of the movie we were watching, but thats quite alright with me... until he coaxed me into bed and i got to fall asleep with my head on his chest.
Sunday was bliss again, waking up with him curled around me... i have never felt so safe in my life... and we stayed in bed for quite a while after we both woke up *ahem* [details omitted again... sorry ppl...] then crawled out of bed to watch the dvd's that we didnt get to the night before [which got interrupted... *ahem*... oh darn *wink wink*]. sunday was cut short unfortunately, because he was going to stay til monday morning... but he got a phone call from a friend who was frantic cuz his mom was in the hospital... so my boy asks me if its alright if he leaves early to go be with his friend. can you believe that? he asked permission to leave!?! my jaw dropped on that one... i mean gosh... thats adorably sweet, but totally unnecessary... besides, what was i going to say? "no, you're not allowed to go be with your friend who's mom is in a coma, you have to stay here and watch me do homework" ??? well of course i'm not gonna say that... so i said yeah it was alright... and he thanked me over and over for understanding... which made me feel awkward cuz i really didnt think i was doing anything overly special, just being the normal me... although as i was getting my bear hug goodbye i couldnt stop myself from saying that i didnt want him to go [i didnt cry. i promised myself i wouldnt cry as he left. and i didnt.], and he said he didnt want to go either [it was really hard not to cry dammit]... and i kissed him good bye... and watched him drive away... then immediately went upstairs, crawled into my bed where i could still smell him, and cried my eyes out for a good hour. [hey, i said i promised not to cry AS he left, not AFTER he left]. in fact, i spent most of the afternoon in tears... happy ones and "missing him" ones all mixed together... until i decided that that wasnt doing me any good, and i needed to get out. so i called up a friend that i knew was desperate for details, and took her to dinner. after which i commenced coming down with this head/chest cold full force.
so i havent been at work for the past two days... and while i'm in the office today, i'm not exactly all here. i havent been able to convince myself to change my sheets yet either, cuz the pillows still slightly smell like him, and i cant bear the thought of washing that away... cuz if i hold them tight enough, and close my eyes, its almost like he's there again...
i thought this long distance thing would be easy. i really thought it would be. i've done long distance relationships enough in my life, and not had a problem, that i thought this would be a piece of cake, that i would be fine when he left, that i would be fine with him not near me, just like i was fine with all the other LDR's i've ever had. but its not easy, and i wasnt fine when he left, and i'm not fine with him not near me. thank god he's coming back on the 28th and staying through new years. after that though... i dont know when i'll get to see him again, and even now i'm dreading him leaving to go back to base. *pause to go find tissues and convince myself not to cry AGAIN*
i've just never experienced this before... this intensity of emotion... and i finally understand the whole "passion is pain" concept... and the jealousy concept too. i never understood jealousy before. i guess maybe i just didnt have anyone or anything worth being jealous about. but i do now. and wow. who knew?
anyway... i'm going to go try to do a little bit of work... damned narcotics making me sleepy... doc warned me about that, but regular cough syrup doesnt do shit for this cough, so i've just gotta suffer i spose. i could really use a hug right now... *sigh*
so yeah... i think my accounts of thursday and friday were about as detailed as need be, cuz otherwise i might just give you all too much information... and while some of you wouldnt object, some of you would, and well, i'm doin my best to keep everyone happy here...
saturday was just as wonderful as thursday night and friday, perhaps even more so, if simpler. waking up with his arm around me is... heaven, and oh so right. all i could do was snuggle closer and be happy that there was no alarm to wake me up as i drifted back to sleep with his breath against my ear, his heart beat against my back... eventually we did wake up, and went and curled up on the couch to watch movies on tv while he forced me to do my homework. angel that he is, went out and brought me back breakfast... that was so sweet... necessary, as i [oh the ever prepared one that i am] hadn't gone grocery shopping in weeks and the only edible things in my fridge were a block of cheese, some pickles, and a bottle of ranch dressing, [yes, that officially makes me a bachelorette...in practice anyway, if not on paper quite yet.] but incredibly sweet :) after breakfast, i went back to working [he made me... i didnt want to, but he told me that if i didnt, he wouldnt... um... nevermind *blush*] and he fell asleep with his head in my lap... so i stopped working for a little while and just watched him. he looks just like a little boy when he's asleep like that... so peaceful, so pure... *sighs wistfully* when i finally finished working [he distracted me some *ahem*] we went and got some dvds, and chinese takeout, and curled up together and watched movies. i havent been that relaxed in ages and ages. leaning back against his chest, his legs tangled in mine, his arms across my chest, our fingers laced together... my god. we fit perfectly together, like god [or whoever] made us for eachother. i drifted in and out of sleep like that... missed most of the end of the movie we were watching, but thats quite alright with me... until he coaxed me into bed and i got to fall asleep with my head on his chest.
Sunday was bliss again, waking up with him curled around me... i have never felt so safe in my life... and we stayed in bed for quite a while after we both woke up *ahem* [details omitted again... sorry ppl...] then crawled out of bed to watch the dvd's that we didnt get to the night before [which got interrupted... *ahem*... oh darn *wink wink*]. sunday was cut short unfortunately, because he was going to stay til monday morning... but he got a phone call from a friend who was frantic cuz his mom was in the hospital... so my boy asks me if its alright if he leaves early to go be with his friend. can you believe that? he asked permission to leave!?! my jaw dropped on that one... i mean gosh... thats adorably sweet, but totally unnecessary... besides, what was i going to say? "no, you're not allowed to go be with your friend who's mom is in a coma, you have to stay here and watch me do homework" ??? well of course i'm not gonna say that... so i said yeah it was alright... and he thanked me over and over for understanding... which made me feel awkward cuz i really didnt think i was doing anything overly special, just being the normal me... although as i was getting my bear hug goodbye i couldnt stop myself from saying that i didnt want him to go [i didnt cry. i promised myself i wouldnt cry as he left. and i didnt.], and he said he didnt want to go either [it was really hard not to cry dammit]... and i kissed him good bye... and watched him drive away... then immediately went upstairs, crawled into my bed where i could still smell him, and cried my eyes out for a good hour. [hey, i said i promised not to cry AS he left, not AFTER he left]. in fact, i spent most of the afternoon in tears... happy ones and "missing him" ones all mixed together... until i decided that that wasnt doing me any good, and i needed to get out. so i called up a friend that i knew was desperate for details, and took her to dinner. after which i commenced coming down with this head/chest cold full force.
so i havent been at work for the past two days... and while i'm in the office today, i'm not exactly all here. i havent been able to convince myself to change my sheets yet either, cuz the pillows still slightly smell like him, and i cant bear the thought of washing that away... cuz if i hold them tight enough, and close my eyes, its almost like he's there again...
i thought this long distance thing would be easy. i really thought it would be. i've done long distance relationships enough in my life, and not had a problem, that i thought this would be a piece of cake, that i would be fine when he left, that i would be fine with him not near me, just like i was fine with all the other LDR's i've ever had. but its not easy, and i wasnt fine when he left, and i'm not fine with him not near me. thank god he's coming back on the 28th and staying through new years. after that though... i dont know when i'll get to see him again, and even now i'm dreading him leaving to go back to base. *pause to go find tissues and convince myself not to cry AGAIN*
i've just never experienced this before... this intensity of emotion... and i finally understand the whole "passion is pain" concept... and the jealousy concept too. i never understood jealousy before. i guess maybe i just didnt have anyone or anything worth being jealous about. but i do now. and wow. who knew?
anyway... i'm going to go try to do a little bit of work... damned narcotics making me sleepy... doc warned me about that, but regular cough syrup doesnt do shit for this cough, so i've just gotta suffer i spose. i could really use a hug right now... *sigh*
Saturday, December 11, 2004
so i lied
yes... brutally honest me lied. i said i wouldnt post this weekend. but my boy is in the shower and i've got 15 minutes to kill... and i'm so insanely happy that i just had to tell you all about it.
i have never ever EVER been happier. not in this life, and not in any past life either [if you believe in them -- i do].
he showed up thursday and the moment he was here all my stupid irrational fears went *poof* and all i could do was hug him... and have him hug me back... for a while anyway... oh my god. i was meant for this man. i was made for him. every last piece of me was made to fit only him, to hold only him, to be with only him, to love only him.
he does things to me that no one else has ever been able to do [no dammit, i am NOT going to go into detail here], makes me feel things that no one else has ever been able to make me feel... i feel safe, and truly happy, and totally and completely loved and accepted, and i feel beautiful. [for the record, i have never felt those things ever]. it feels so right just being in his arms... my head fits just under his chin, like its supposed to. and i would be happy forever if all he did was hold me. but thats not all he does. he opens doors, and takes me out, and does everything in his power to make me happy, eventhough just being with him makes me happy and i dont need anything more than that.
yesterday he drove me to work... then took me to my office xmas party... which we left early because well, it was boring, and all i could focus on was him anyway... so we drove up the coast to jenner and had dinner in this awesome little restaurant/bed and breakfast place... so romantic... watching the sunset from the window, looking out over the beach with the waves crashing soooo hard... and he loved it. finally, a man who LIKES that kind of thing. i dont know if you have any idea how surprising that is for me... but to find a guy who has a love of the natural world like that... just like i do... i wanted to cry i was so happy. and i still am that happy, and i'm trying desperately not to cry right now from being so fucking happy. so happy it HURTS. so happy i dont know how my heart can hold it all. so in love i feel like i'm going to burst...
i cant stop smiling, i cant stop laughing, i cant stop feeling WONDERFUL.
and the best thing... hes not perfect. i know hes not perfect. but hes perfect for me. and i love him with every ounce of me. and the feeling is mutual.
[a more detailed account of the weekend will follow once i have more time. i promise]
i have never ever EVER been happier. not in this life, and not in any past life either [if you believe in them -- i do].
he showed up thursday and the moment he was here all my stupid irrational fears went *poof* and all i could do was hug him... and have him hug me back... for a while anyway... oh my god. i was meant for this man. i was made for him. every last piece of me was made to fit only him, to hold only him, to be with only him, to love only him.
he does things to me that no one else has ever been able to do [no dammit, i am NOT going to go into detail here], makes me feel things that no one else has ever been able to make me feel... i feel safe, and truly happy, and totally and completely loved and accepted, and i feel beautiful. [for the record, i have never felt those things ever]. it feels so right just being in his arms... my head fits just under his chin, like its supposed to. and i would be happy forever if all he did was hold me. but thats not all he does. he opens doors, and takes me out, and does everything in his power to make me happy, eventhough just being with him makes me happy and i dont need anything more than that.
yesterday he drove me to work... then took me to my office xmas party... which we left early because well, it was boring, and all i could focus on was him anyway... so we drove up the coast to jenner and had dinner in this awesome little restaurant/bed and breakfast place... so romantic... watching the sunset from the window, looking out over the beach with the waves crashing soooo hard... and he loved it. finally, a man who LIKES that kind of thing. i dont know if you have any idea how surprising that is for me... but to find a guy who has a love of the natural world like that... just like i do... i wanted to cry i was so happy. and i still am that happy, and i'm trying desperately not to cry right now from being so fucking happy. so happy it HURTS. so happy i dont know how my heart can hold it all. so in love i feel like i'm going to burst...
i cant stop smiling, i cant stop laughing, i cant stop feeling WONDERFUL.
and the best thing... hes not perfect. i know hes not perfect. but hes perfect for me. and i love him with every ounce of me. and the feeling is mutual.
[a more detailed account of the weekend will follow once i have more time. i promise]
Thursday, December 09, 2004
two candycanes and a half pack of cigs later...
i've got santana going on the web radio, i appeased my nerves with sugar and nicotine, and i just got an email from my office manager saying that tomorrow we all get to go home early, with pay. WOOHOO!
needless to say i'm in a much much better mood.
odd thing about the candy canes... i hate peppermint. it generally just turns my stomach and makes me queasy. dont even ask me why i decided to eat one today. they were there, and taking one seemed the thing to do. and after taking one, well you cant just leave them lying on your desk now can you, so... *shrug* and you know what? it was suprisingly relaxing. well, that and the fact that i've gone through a half pack of cigs in ohhhhh 5 hours. maybe its not the candy canes afterall.
but yes... i love getting time off with pay, without having to use my vacation leave, or my sick leave, of which i currently have nil thanks to winter break. blah. stupid having to take leave without pay to go on family trips back east. sure, i get more vacation time then most, but hey that doesnt mean that i dont want a little extra every now and again. but anyway, i'm not gonna be looking THAT gift horse in the mouth. my boy will be here, and i fully intend on skipping out on the office xmas party quite early so i can go home and take full advantage of his presence *grin*
yes! i am getting over my nervousness! i mean, i'm still nervous as hell, but hey, i'm sure he is too... and hes gotta drive all the way up here... and wait for me to get home... and that must be sheer torture. so i guess i've got it pretty good. after all, i've got blogger to vent all my fears and frustrations to.
although... i still have all that laundry to fold... ugh. but something makes me think we're not gonna be needing the couch tonite *wink wink*
ah... only an hour more of work to go, then i get to go to class and pretend to pay attention until he gives us the assignment for next week... and then i'm outta there.
6 and a half hours til he's here! *jumps up and down excitedly -- then turns a little green* ummm... okay... so jumping is probably not a good idea right now...
needless to say i'm in a much much better mood.
odd thing about the candy canes... i hate peppermint. it generally just turns my stomach and makes me queasy. dont even ask me why i decided to eat one today. they were there, and taking one seemed the thing to do. and after taking one, well you cant just leave them lying on your desk now can you, so... *shrug* and you know what? it was suprisingly relaxing. well, that and the fact that i've gone through a half pack of cigs in ohhhhh 5 hours. maybe its not the candy canes afterall.
but yes... i love getting time off with pay, without having to use my vacation leave, or my sick leave, of which i currently have nil thanks to winter break. blah. stupid having to take leave without pay to go on family trips back east. sure, i get more vacation time then most, but hey that doesnt mean that i dont want a little extra every now and again. but anyway, i'm not gonna be looking THAT gift horse in the mouth. my boy will be here, and i fully intend on skipping out on the office xmas party quite early so i can go home and take full advantage of his presence *grin*
yes! i am getting over my nervousness! i mean, i'm still nervous as hell, but hey, i'm sure he is too... and hes gotta drive all the way up here... and wait for me to get home... and that must be sheer torture. so i guess i've got it pretty good. after all, i've got blogger to vent all my fears and frustrations to.
although... i still have all that laundry to fold... ugh. but something makes me think we're not gonna be needing the couch tonite *wink wink*
ah... only an hour more of work to go, then i get to go to class and pretend to pay attention until he gives us the assignment for next week... and then i'm outta there.
6 and a half hours til he's here! *jumps up and down excitedly -- then turns a little green* ummm... okay... so jumping is probably not a good idea right now...
scared sh*tless
omg. he'll be here tonite. omg. i was awake all night cleaning my apartment. omg. its still not clean enough for my liking. omg. i woke up this morning and immediately threw up. omg. i have never been this nervous in my life. omg. i had to call in late for work cuz i couldnt control the dry heaves. OMG. i cleaned more inbetween episodes of extreme nausea. i vaccumed everything TWICE. omg. i scrubbed the little metal things under the burners on the stove. omg. i still havent folded my laundry yet. OMG. he better not dare look in my closets!! omg. i'm literally panicking.
how the fuk am i supposed to work like this? how am i supposed to go to class like this? how am i supposed to bring myself to open the door tonight? i'm so scared.
he laughed at me on the phone last night because he could hear how nervous i was. because i was so nervous i was talking in circles. because i was so nervous that my voice was trembling. because he thought it was incredibly cute. because he's nervous too. but i'm more than nervous. i'm terrified. all the what if's keep running through my head. dear god someone make them stop. someone PLEASE make them stop.
my hands are shaking as i'm typing this. OMG i've only got 10 hours before he's here. i feel like someone dropped a ton of bricks on my chest. breathing takes effort. oh oh panic attacks are so much fun. not. gads.
if you dont see anything from me this weekend, i'm either having the time of my life, or i've died from a heart attack. either way.
i cant wait the 10 hours. but they also dont seem quite long enough. its like time is speeding forward and yet standing still all at the same time. my head is spinning. i'm dizzy. i'm queasy still. ACK.
those damned what if's will be the death of me i swear to god they will.
anyone got a valium or 10? i could use a few right now. if ya do, email them to me asap. thanks.
how the fuk am i supposed to work like this? how am i supposed to go to class like this? how am i supposed to bring myself to open the door tonight? i'm so scared.
he laughed at me on the phone last night because he could hear how nervous i was. because i was so nervous i was talking in circles. because i was so nervous that my voice was trembling. because he thought it was incredibly cute. because he's nervous too. but i'm more than nervous. i'm terrified. all the what if's keep running through my head. dear god someone make them stop. someone PLEASE make them stop.
my hands are shaking as i'm typing this. OMG i've only got 10 hours before he's here. i feel like someone dropped a ton of bricks on my chest. breathing takes effort. oh oh panic attacks are so much fun. not. gads.
if you dont see anything from me this weekend, i'm either having the time of my life, or i've died from a heart attack. either way.
i cant wait the 10 hours. but they also dont seem quite long enough. its like time is speeding forward and yet standing still all at the same time. my head is spinning. i'm dizzy. i'm queasy still. ACK.
those damned what if's will be the death of me i swear to god they will.
anyone got a valium or 10? i could use a few right now. if ya do, email them to me asap. thanks.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
deceit and duplicity
Parental Discretion Advised -- this post contains excessive profanity. please read at your own risk.
alright... so yesterday bit seriously.
first that dream, which just put a fukt up spin on everything, then i was late for work, then work itself [which is never particularly pleasant, but i think my boss is PMSing or something gads], then class ugh. i have so much shit to do and i'm beyond lost. i think i'm royally fukt in the whole education area. unless i can figure out a way to do 11 assignments in a week AND study for two finals, as well as spend time with my boy this weekend. I actually had to talk to a prof about the best way to pull up my grade [thus 11 assignments instead of the original 8 i had planned on *wimpers*]. then i get home and experienced another episode in a growing epidemic that is rather starting to piss me off.
as i've said before, most of my friends are male. or at least, thats the way it used to be until my army boy got home. now that he's home, and its obvious that i'm beyond smitten, and that feeling is being reciprocated, i've had a steady string of my best male friends say "well, you dont need me anymore. have a nice life." and my not so close male friends have just stopped talking to me period, with no explanation. last nite was particularly disturbing because i'm sitting there trying desperately to make sense of the research i was attempting to do [so i dont fail my final project for english], and i saw my absolute closest guy friend online... so of course, i take 5 seconds to say hi cuz i havent talked to him in a couple days. i, of course, am a bit sarcastic [what?? me?? sarcastic?? no fukkin way... you're shitting me right?] and make some sort of joke about his status message [yeah i'm a geek, and do like 90% of my communication with people via email or Yahoo IM. sorry for being too busy to have a social life]. my little joke was met with the coldest fukkin shoulder i have ever gotten from anyone... and basically amounted to "oh, so you've finally decided to talk to me now huh?" well i'm suprised u know, cuz its not like he tried to get ahold of me at all lately... dudes got a phone, dudes got email, dudes got yahoo... its not like i've fallen off the face of the earth or anything. so he's pissed off cuz i havent talked to him more than 3 times in the past 2 weeks. well dang. you know, finals are a pain in the ass and a girl's gotta study and shit, then the whole boyfriend getting back home thing and needing to pay attention to him [and of course needing to have him pay attention to me -- which he does amazingly well omg *drools*], not to mention like, oh, normal life shit dealing with kid and ex and work and all that... i've been BUSY right? [not too busy to blog of course, but hey... i gotta vent somewhere] you'd think this all would be a good reason for not calling someone... i mean, if someone told me all that i'd be like "oh hey, no problem. i'll letcha get back to it, and gimme a call when ya finally get a chance to breathe!" but of course, i'd have already called them to oh, you know, see if they were okay and shit like that.
so i'm the bad guy here. i didnt call, i didnt email, i didnt IM. and he got his panties in a bunch about it because apparently he broke up with his girlfriend while i was busy being happy [i'm assuming he got pissed that i was happy when he wasnt. dude is melodramatic like that]. and i'm supposed to know that happened how? i mean gosh, the last time i talked to him, he didnt say anything, and he didnt call me to tell me... but no, he got mad at me for not fukking being psychic [i'm psychO not psychIC, get it right people] so mad actually that he told me that i dont have to worry about calling him anymore cuz he's "done" [whatever the fuk that means -- i swear this boy is worse than a woman. damn], and that i dont need him anymore [again, what? why wouldnt i need a good friend still?], and that i should "enjoy" [enjoy??? what in the hell? i'm so fukkin confused... damn you men for not saying what the fuk you mean!] thats about where the conversation ended with a very curt "goodbye tess" [i have left some stuff out... cuz it didnt make ANY sense to me AT ALL, and it got a little jumbled in there for a while with me being confused and telling him to talk to me like i'm friggin 5 cuz i wasnt getting what the hell he was saying] that came off as a "bye. have a nice life."
but this is a growing trend. and its really starting to seem like my guy friends were only my friends in the hopes of getting in my jeans... cuz i mean gosh, if you look at the above conversation... sounds like a jilted boyfriend kinda thing to do right? "oh well you've got someone now, you dont need me anymore" ummmmmm. okay. we all knew where my heart has been. no surprises here. and having a boyfriend who's actually gonna be around for a little while makes me not need friends WHY? [oh right, cuz theres no chance for those friends to sleep with me now. well hey. woulda been nice for me to know the rules before hand. cuz then i wouldnt have bothered. fukkers *scowls*]
anyway... so that was guy friend number three to pull this same kinda shit in the past week. and you know what? i actually feel used. and dirty. and like a piece of meat. i mean, the impression i get is that they were only hanging around in the hopes that i'd get my heart broken and come looking for someone to fuck me happy again. how... how... duplicitous! god i mean what on earth does that say about what they think of me? what kind of image must i portray? do i come off as a slut or something? or easy? or that i dont value friendship more than i value "make me feel better" sex? damn. i dunno. it bites. and no offense to the guys reading this... but you know what? men SUCK ASS. i'm keeping the angel i've got, and the rest of y'all can just ROT for all i care. i'm done havin y'all as close friends too [with one exception, because i know for damned sure hes not trying to get in my pants, and hes actually been genuinely happy that i'm happy instead of acting like a jealous little BITCH like the rest of the guys i know]. so what if women and me dont usually get along real well. i'd rather deal with their shit [which actually makes sense to me most of the time even if it is stupid and petty. at least it isnt this manipulative "i'm only friends with you cuz i want to fuck you" shit] than deal with THIS anymore.
[yeah, if you didnt notice, i'm MAD. seriously.]
alright... so yesterday bit seriously.
first that dream, which just put a fukt up spin on everything, then i was late for work, then work itself [which is never particularly pleasant, but i think my boss is PMSing or something gads], then class ugh. i have so much shit to do and i'm beyond lost. i think i'm royally fukt in the whole education area. unless i can figure out a way to do 11 assignments in a week AND study for two finals, as well as spend time with my boy this weekend. I actually had to talk to a prof about the best way to pull up my grade [thus 11 assignments instead of the original 8 i had planned on *wimpers*]. then i get home and experienced another episode in a growing epidemic that is rather starting to piss me off.
as i've said before, most of my friends are male. or at least, thats the way it used to be until my army boy got home. now that he's home, and its obvious that i'm beyond smitten, and that feeling is being reciprocated, i've had a steady string of my best male friends say "well, you dont need me anymore. have a nice life." and my not so close male friends have just stopped talking to me period, with no explanation. last nite was particularly disturbing because i'm sitting there trying desperately to make sense of the research i was attempting to do [so i dont fail my final project for english], and i saw my absolute closest guy friend online... so of course, i take 5 seconds to say hi cuz i havent talked to him in a couple days. i, of course, am a bit sarcastic [what?? me?? sarcastic?? no fukkin way... you're shitting me right?] and make some sort of joke about his status message [yeah i'm a geek, and do like 90% of my communication with people via email or Yahoo IM. sorry for being too busy to have a social life]. my little joke was met with the coldest fukkin shoulder i have ever gotten from anyone... and basically amounted to "oh, so you've finally decided to talk to me now huh?" well i'm suprised u know, cuz its not like he tried to get ahold of me at all lately... dudes got a phone, dudes got email, dudes got yahoo... its not like i've fallen off the face of the earth or anything. so he's pissed off cuz i havent talked to him more than 3 times in the past 2 weeks. well dang. you know, finals are a pain in the ass and a girl's gotta study and shit, then the whole boyfriend getting back home thing and needing to pay attention to him [and of course needing to have him pay attention to me -- which he does amazingly well omg *drools*], not to mention like, oh, normal life shit dealing with kid and ex and work and all that... i've been BUSY right? [not too busy to blog of course, but hey... i gotta vent somewhere] you'd think this all would be a good reason for not calling someone... i mean, if someone told me all that i'd be like "oh hey, no problem. i'll letcha get back to it, and gimme a call when ya finally get a chance to breathe!" but of course, i'd have already called them to oh, you know, see if they were okay and shit like that.
so i'm the bad guy here. i didnt call, i didnt email, i didnt IM. and he got his panties in a bunch about it because apparently he broke up with his girlfriend while i was busy being happy [i'm assuming he got pissed that i was happy when he wasnt. dude is melodramatic like that]. and i'm supposed to know that happened how? i mean gosh, the last time i talked to him, he didnt say anything, and he didnt call me to tell me... but no, he got mad at me for not fukking being psychic [i'm psychO not psychIC, get it right people] so mad actually that he told me that i dont have to worry about calling him anymore cuz he's "done" [whatever the fuk that means -- i swear this boy is worse than a woman. damn], and that i dont need him anymore [again, what? why wouldnt i need a good friend still?], and that i should "enjoy" [enjoy??? what in the hell? i'm so fukkin confused... damn you men for not saying what the fuk you mean!] thats about where the conversation ended with a very curt "goodbye tess" [i have left some stuff out... cuz it didnt make ANY sense to me AT ALL, and it got a little jumbled in there for a while with me being confused and telling him to talk to me like i'm friggin 5 cuz i wasnt getting what the hell he was saying] that came off as a "bye. have a nice life."
but this is a growing trend. and its really starting to seem like my guy friends were only my friends in the hopes of getting in my jeans... cuz i mean gosh, if you look at the above conversation... sounds like a jilted boyfriend kinda thing to do right? "oh well you've got someone now, you dont need me anymore" ummmmmm. okay. we all knew where my heart has been. no surprises here. and having a boyfriend who's actually gonna be around for a little while makes me not need friends WHY? [oh right, cuz theres no chance for those friends to sleep with me now. well hey. woulda been nice for me to know the rules before hand. cuz then i wouldnt have bothered. fukkers *scowls*]
anyway... so that was guy friend number three to pull this same kinda shit in the past week. and you know what? i actually feel used. and dirty. and like a piece of meat. i mean, the impression i get is that they were only hanging around in the hopes that i'd get my heart broken and come looking for someone to fuck me happy again. how... how... duplicitous! god i mean what on earth does that say about what they think of me? what kind of image must i portray? do i come off as a slut or something? or easy? or that i dont value friendship more than i value "make me feel better" sex? damn. i dunno. it bites. and no offense to the guys reading this... but you know what? men SUCK ASS. i'm keeping the angel i've got, and the rest of y'all can just ROT for all i care. i'm done havin y'all as close friends too [with one exception, because i know for damned sure hes not trying to get in my pants, and hes actually been genuinely happy that i'm happy instead of acting like a jealous little BITCH like the rest of the guys i know]. so what if women and me dont usually get along real well. i'd rather deal with their shit [which actually makes sense to me most of the time even if it is stupid and petty. at least it isnt this manipulative "i'm only friends with you cuz i want to fuck you" shit] than deal with THIS anymore.
[yeah, if you didnt notice, i'm MAD. seriously.]
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
sleep deprivation and foreshadowed events
well, i dont have much to say today... i was up WAY too late on the phone with my army boy [hmm i'm going to have to figure out what to call him once he's finally out of the army... eh we'll see] last night. we talked for over 5 hours. [yeah wow thats a long time] it was like 2:30 before we got off the phone, and i went to bed.
i paid for it this morning [yeah, yeah, i'm old. shaddup!!] and ended up having to call in late for work so i could sleep in a bit and catch up. this being on the phone for hours and hours and hours thing is great, and i dont wanna stop [gawd i love talking to him] but ugh i'm not as young as i used to be. i cant stay awake for 72 hrs straight anymore... at least, not without the assistance of a LOT of caffiene.
i ended up having a semi-disturbing dream this morning while i was busy sleeping through my alarm... its kind of haunting me because it was so vivid, and those ones lately have been indicative of actual events to come... and its really not something i want to have to deal with... let me explain.
i have some scars that i dont like to have to try to explain to anyone. most of the time i dont have to worry about it because they're in a place that very few people have ever gotten the chance to see or touch. generally only someone that i'm intimate with will ever even know they're there. i've told my army boy that i have scars, but i havent said where, or anything like that...
so in my dream, my army boy and i were... well... intimate... and he found them... and just kind of looked at me strangely and said "tess*... ?" and before he could actually ask, i cut him off and reminded him that i said i had scars... and he asked what they were from, looking really really concerned... and i said "it doesnt matter right now"... and woke up to my alarm blaring at me that i was an hour late in getting up [note: this is the extremely short version of the dream, and paraphrased, with the first oh... hour or so cut out. y'all dont need to know that much about me. really you dont.].
now, okay, that didnt sound so much like a strange dream... but to me it was unsettling. again, because it was so vivid, so real, and those ones are usually dead on for something thats actually going to happen. unless i can do something that keeps it from happening that is. which i'm sure, in this case i can... but i really dont want to have to go there. i dont want pity, i dont want concern. i just want it to be ignored and treated with the merit it deserves -- none. yes, bad shit happened to me. but that doesnt mean i wanna talk about it, or re-live it. and i definitely dont want anyone to look at me differently because of it.
so i've been in an odd mood all day. still insanely happy mind you, but yet... theres a little bit of darkness hanging out in the back of my mind now. [which is much better than the usual, but i'd rather go back to just being insanely happy and not having that stupid lingering darkness shit in there]
* -- tess is not my real name, and so thats not what he called me in the dream, even if a lot of my friends DO call me tess.
i paid for it this morning [yeah, yeah, i'm old. shaddup!!] and ended up having to call in late for work so i could sleep in a bit and catch up. this being on the phone for hours and hours and hours thing is great, and i dont wanna stop [gawd i love talking to him] but ugh i'm not as young as i used to be. i cant stay awake for 72 hrs straight anymore... at least, not without the assistance of a LOT of caffiene.
i ended up having a semi-disturbing dream this morning while i was busy sleeping through my alarm... its kind of haunting me because it was so vivid, and those ones lately have been indicative of actual events to come... and its really not something i want to have to deal with... let me explain.
i have some scars that i dont like to have to try to explain to anyone. most of the time i dont have to worry about it because they're in a place that very few people have ever gotten the chance to see or touch. generally only someone that i'm intimate with will ever even know they're there. i've told my army boy that i have scars, but i havent said where, or anything like that...
so in my dream, my army boy and i were... well... intimate... and he found them... and just kind of looked at me strangely and said "tess*... ?" and before he could actually ask, i cut him off and reminded him that i said i had scars... and he asked what they were from, looking really really concerned... and i said "it doesnt matter right now"... and woke up to my alarm blaring at me that i was an hour late in getting up [note: this is the extremely short version of the dream, and paraphrased, with the first oh... hour or so cut out. y'all dont need to know that much about me. really you dont.].
now, okay, that didnt sound so much like a strange dream... but to me it was unsettling. again, because it was so vivid, so real, and those ones are usually dead on for something thats actually going to happen. unless i can do something that keeps it from happening that is. which i'm sure, in this case i can... but i really dont want to have to go there. i dont want pity, i dont want concern. i just want it to be ignored and treated with the merit it deserves -- none. yes, bad shit happened to me. but that doesnt mean i wanna talk about it, or re-live it. and i definitely dont want anyone to look at me differently because of it.
so i've been in an odd mood all day. still insanely happy mind you, but yet... theres a little bit of darkness hanging out in the back of my mind now. [which is much better than the usual, but i'd rather go back to just being insanely happy and not having that stupid lingering darkness shit in there]
* -- tess is not my real name, and so thats not what he called me in the dream, even if a lot of my friends DO call me tess.
Monday, December 06, 2004
well f*ck me...
... he wants to hear my fantasies... i want to share them... but i cant SAY them. i just cant. i try... but being specific... my mouth wont work, my throat locks up... damned stupid inhibitions. bleh. if he asked me to act them out... i could do that... but say them? speak the words? no... hell, i can even write them given half the chance and the right backround music... but i cant say them... [god. such a freakin handicap]
he says it doesnt bother him... but i worry. its something thats always kind of haunted every relationship i've ever had; this inability to speak those deep dark sensual sexual words. part of the problem is that i dont like how they sound coming out of my mouth. the other part of the problem is that it feels WRONG for them to come out of my mouth. its hard to explain... its just been beaten into me [erm... kinda literally kinda not... no comment] somewhere along the line [over and over and over again] that i'm not allowed to want. that what i want doesnt matter, despite anything anyone can tell me to the opposite. so i end up feeling that saying what i want would be an imposition, even if someone is begging me to say what i want... then of course there's the fear of rejection, which i've suffered a couple times and learned my lesson. i stopped forcing myself to say what i wanted after the first couple "are you SERIOUS" and "uhhhhhhhh you want WHAT?" responses that i got. oh i know, that makes me sound like a freak, but really really i'm not... [come on... its not MY fault that my previous bedfellows had issues with wearing handcuffs... anyway um yeah...] so saying what i wanted never got me anywhere but hurt. so i stopped trying. and now i cant anymore. its become a physical disability.
the funny part is, i dont have a problem listening... [god no, i LOVE listening.] but i cant return the favor. i cant say what i want. not about that anyway. i mean, i can say i want a peanut butter sandwich. i can say i want new shoes. i can say i want a hug or a kiss, or many of both. but i cant say ... those words... you know... them... the ones that refer to specific places... gah. i cant even write them here, not that you'd want me to... but here's a PG example. i can say "i want kisses" but i cant say "i want kisses on my neck" just cant do it. and forget about anything more um... adult in content. [I can however say "i want kisses" and if someone asks where, i can point to where i want them and say "here"... *sigh* yes i'm weird and fukt up. we've already established that]
is that sad? cuz i think its horribly pathetic. he laughs and says he thinks its cute... but they all say that at first. then they get frustrated. then they get annoyed. then they get angry. i dont want that to happen with him... i couldnt bear it...
and yes, i've tried practicing. do you know how stupid you feel saying that kind of thing to YOURSELF??? yeah, try it some time. its friggin embarassing, even if no one's there to overhear you.
so... any suggestions? someone wanna help me out here? i'm at a loss. and if y'all suggest psychiatric care... imma hunt ya down by your IP addies and hurt ya seriously :P
he says it doesnt bother him... but i worry. its something thats always kind of haunted every relationship i've ever had; this inability to speak those deep dark sensual sexual words. part of the problem is that i dont like how they sound coming out of my mouth. the other part of the problem is that it feels WRONG for them to come out of my mouth. its hard to explain... its just been beaten into me [erm... kinda literally kinda not... no comment] somewhere along the line [over and over and over again] that i'm not allowed to want. that what i want doesnt matter, despite anything anyone can tell me to the opposite. so i end up feeling that saying what i want would be an imposition, even if someone is begging me to say what i want... then of course there's the fear of rejection, which i've suffered a couple times and learned my lesson. i stopped forcing myself to say what i wanted after the first couple "are you SERIOUS" and "uhhhhhhhh you want WHAT?" responses that i got. oh i know, that makes me sound like a freak, but really really i'm not... [come on... its not MY fault that my previous bedfellows had issues with wearing handcuffs... anyway um yeah...] so saying what i wanted never got me anywhere but hurt. so i stopped trying. and now i cant anymore. its become a physical disability.
the funny part is, i dont have a problem listening... [god no, i LOVE listening.] but i cant return the favor. i cant say what i want. not about that anyway. i mean, i can say i want a peanut butter sandwich. i can say i want new shoes. i can say i want a hug or a kiss, or many of both. but i cant say ... those words... you know... them... the ones that refer to specific places... gah. i cant even write them here, not that you'd want me to... but here's a PG example. i can say "i want kisses" but i cant say "i want kisses on my neck" just cant do it. and forget about anything more um... adult in content. [I can however say "i want kisses" and if someone asks where, i can point to where i want them and say "here"... *sigh* yes i'm weird and fukt up. we've already established that]
is that sad? cuz i think its horribly pathetic. he laughs and says he thinks its cute... but they all say that at first. then they get frustrated. then they get annoyed. then they get angry. i dont want that to happen with him... i couldnt bear it...
and yes, i've tried practicing. do you know how stupid you feel saying that kind of thing to YOURSELF??? yeah, try it some time. its friggin embarassing, even if no one's there to overhear you.
so... any suggestions? someone wanna help me out here? i'm at a loss. and if y'all suggest psychiatric care... imma hunt ya down by your IP addies and hurt ya seriously :P
Friday, December 03, 2004
fun facts about insulin resistance
well, i realized, while trying to explain my precarious medical situation to my army boy last night that i really couldnt explain it worth shit. in fact, i really only knew a little bit. like, i dont metabolize sugar correctly, and as a result of that i have a bunch of OTHER shit wrong with me. so i went googling for info and found this article which actually explains it all in great detail, and better than my doc ever even tried to. lets just say, i dont care much for doctors in general. they always glaze over things as if you know exactly what they're talking about. but because you dont, you never really know if they're telling you the whole story or not. in my case... he left out some important details... maybe he didnt know them himself, maybe he did, i'm not gonna point any fingers, cuz most of the info thats out about my particular issue is rather new. in fact, the drugs out to treat it arent even actually approved to treat it, so insurance wont cover them, so i'm not on them... um... yeah. anyway. where was i?
oh right... fun facts. insulin resistance is rather fukking dangerous. i've got something like an 80% chance of becoming a type 2 diabetic before 50. oh yes. happy happy joy joy. and lucky lucky me, i have type A... *sigh* fun shit. i wish i knew this a year ago. or four. or more than that even. theres other fun stuff about it... but i'll leave those out cuz well, if y'all really wanna know, you'll have gone and read the article.
still, basic treatment is what i'm already doing... cut calories, cut carbs, cut fat, walk more. bleh. so i'm doin what i'm sposed to be doin. yes, every now and again i fuck up and forget to eat right so my blood sugar goes all wacky, but thats usually solved by eating a real meal for once. i should really go see that endocrinologist soon though... maybe he can find something i can take that my insurance WILL cover.
anywho... i'll rant summore on some other stuff later on. i'm in a writing mood today.
oh right... fun facts. insulin resistance is rather fukking dangerous. i've got something like an 80% chance of becoming a type 2 diabetic before 50. oh yes. happy happy joy joy. and lucky lucky me, i have type A... *sigh* fun shit. i wish i knew this a year ago. or four. or more than that even. theres other fun stuff about it... but i'll leave those out cuz well, if y'all really wanna know, you'll have gone and read the article.
still, basic treatment is what i'm already doing... cut calories, cut carbs, cut fat, walk more. bleh. so i'm doin what i'm sposed to be doin. yes, every now and again i fuck up and forget to eat right so my blood sugar goes all wacky, but thats usually solved by eating a real meal for once. i should really go see that endocrinologist soon though... maybe he can find something i can take that my insurance WILL cover.
anywho... i'll rant summore on some other stuff later on. i'm in a writing mood today.
anonymous comments
i have taken Stan's advice, and turned off the option for anonymous comments. for those of you who do not have a blogger account, they're free, so get one. you dont have to have a blog to have a blogger account.
but i've gotten kind of tired of getting anonymous comments from people. i like to know who is saying shit to me. especially when they're totally off base.
on another note, i want to remind people that this is a blog. reading this blog does not mean that you know me at all. in fact, reading this blog doesnt even mean that you know 1/100th of me. this is a snippet of my life, and a lot of the times, not even that. i post about me, i post about other things as well. i vent here. i think here. i pour out all the stuff that i cant say outloud, or directly to another person for fear of having a nervous breakdown.
i'm shy. very. i dont talk well. i speak well, but i dont talk well. writing is my main outlet, and i got sick and tired of having to carry a pen and paper around with me everywhere, so blogging seemed a nice alternative for jotting down the random thought or crazed rant.
but really people. dont purport to know or really understand anything about me from reading this blog.
but i've gotten kind of tired of getting anonymous comments from people. i like to know who is saying shit to me. especially when they're totally off base.
on another note, i want to remind people that this is a blog. reading this blog does not mean that you know me at all. in fact, reading this blog doesnt even mean that you know 1/100th of me. this is a snippet of my life, and a lot of the times, not even that. i post about me, i post about other things as well. i vent here. i think here. i pour out all the stuff that i cant say outloud, or directly to another person for fear of having a nervous breakdown.
i'm shy. very. i dont talk well. i speak well, but i dont talk well. writing is my main outlet, and i got sick and tired of having to carry a pen and paper around with me everywhere, so blogging seemed a nice alternative for jotting down the random thought or crazed rant.
but really people. dont purport to know or really understand anything about me from reading this blog.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
he makes me a better person
i absolutely cannot concentrate on work right now. i just cant. i dont want to either. i want to be home, i want it to be after 9, and i want to be on the phone with my army boy. well really i want him to be right there with me, but that'll be soon enough :) just 7 more days.
*jumps up and down excitedly* did you READ that? only 7 more days! *shrieks with joy* i cant wait. i cant. i need him to be here already. i need to see that smile, to hear that laugh, to have that hug i've been dreaming about for 6 months... i need it with every ounce of me. i keep reminding myself that i've waited this long, i can wait one more week... but god its torture. especially while talking to him on the phone... laying there in an empty bed, talking to him, when he should be right there so i can lay my head on his chest and have him run his fingers through my hair while he makes me giggle and laugh by being the wonderful adorable goofball that he is.
i'm lost in my day dreams. day dreams of hugs and kisses, day dreams of falling asleep together, day dreams of just snuggling up on the couch to watch a movie... well and theres day dreams of other stuff too... *blush* those day dreams are... well...lets just say they make it really hard to work.
i've had night time dreams too... so good that i dont want to wake up in the morning... so sweet and peaceful that i find myself fighting to hold onto them even as my alarm is beeping at me heinously. i havent slept like this ever. i've never slept so beautifully, so amazingly, so deep.
i dont think he has half a clue what he does to me, or half a clue how amazing i think he is... i mean, just last night he was telling me how he wanted to go to italy so he could see the museums, and the fountains, and the architecture... i was awed. this is the same guy who loves football, who cant spell to save his life, who loves all that outdoor adventure stuff -- very much a GUY. and i love that he's that way. but he likes the stuff i like too... and that just floors me. and everytime we talk he tells me something else that just puts me in a state of complete and total awe...
and i know this is gonna sound odd, but i'm odd, so no problem if y'all dont understand... just listening to his voice... just hearing him talk... makes me feel safe. i've never felt safe before. and he puts me at ease... mellows me out... all my little frustrations arent quite so frustrating while i'm talking to him, or for hours afterwards either :)
he makes me a better person.
*jumps up and down excitedly* did you READ that? only 7 more days! *shrieks with joy* i cant wait. i cant. i need him to be here already. i need to see that smile, to hear that laugh, to have that hug i've been dreaming about for 6 months... i need it with every ounce of me. i keep reminding myself that i've waited this long, i can wait one more week... but god its torture. especially while talking to him on the phone... laying there in an empty bed, talking to him, when he should be right there so i can lay my head on his chest and have him run his fingers through my hair while he makes me giggle and laugh by being the wonderful adorable goofball that he is.
i'm lost in my day dreams. day dreams of hugs and kisses, day dreams of falling asleep together, day dreams of just snuggling up on the couch to watch a movie... well and theres day dreams of other stuff too... *blush* those day dreams are... well...lets just say they make it really hard to work.
i've had night time dreams too... so good that i dont want to wake up in the morning... so sweet and peaceful that i find myself fighting to hold onto them even as my alarm is beeping at me heinously. i havent slept like this ever. i've never slept so beautifully, so amazingly, so deep.
i dont think he has half a clue what he does to me, or half a clue how amazing i think he is... i mean, just last night he was telling me how he wanted to go to italy so he could see the museums, and the fountains, and the architecture... i was awed. this is the same guy who loves football, who cant spell to save his life, who loves all that outdoor adventure stuff -- very much a GUY. and i love that he's that way. but he likes the stuff i like too... and that just floors me. and everytime we talk he tells me something else that just puts me in a state of complete and total awe...
and i know this is gonna sound odd, but i'm odd, so no problem if y'all dont understand... just listening to his voice... just hearing him talk... makes me feel safe. i've never felt safe before. and he puts me at ease... mellows me out... all my little frustrations arent quite so frustrating while i'm talking to him, or for hours afterwards either :)
he makes me a better person.
pervacious prof. -- part 2
alright... i dont know if you all remember my previous post about my pervacious prof but here's the second installment in the story...
first of all, i need to explain some things. i have this prof for 2 classes. one lecture class and one lab class. one is monday night, the other is wednesday night. even though the classes are on the same subject matter, and many of the students in one are in the other, he never [and i mean never] brings materials for one class to the other class.
so. i didnt go to my monday class because i needed to do work for another class [yeah i know, much akin to stealing from peter to pay paul, but i'm acing my monday class, and if i don't get stuff done for my tuesday class, i'm gonna fail the last project. that would be bad.], as such i wasn't there to get back a project i turned in the week before.
the prof brought it to me at the wednesday class.
i'll admit, i was a little shocked by that... special treatment and all... so i just stared at him for a minute before saying thank you. then i looked at my score. a perfect 100. i'm smart and everything, but i never get a perfect 100 on anything. i always make a stupid mistake somewhere and at least lose one or two points. so now i'm speechless again... and he's still standing there in front of me, staring down at my chest.
no, i was not wearing anything revealing. i was wearing an old oversized denim shirt. not form fitting in the least, and no cleavage showing. so that unnerved me a tad, but i hid it well [yeah, i'm really really good at hiding my emotions when i want to].
then he starts talking to me about the thing... cuz i'd mentioned something that apparently made him think i was way cool [my interest in native american arts and culture in this case], and he's telling me about all these events that he goes to, that i should check out... but not in that "you'd really like the event" tone of voice... in that "well if you went i might run into you there" tone of voice... so i'm like um... i dont have time for that... so then hes all praising me for going to school full time, and working full time, and being a mom and stuff... meanwhile i'm getting more and more uncomfortable... thank god some other girl interrupted to ask him about something class related!
needless to say i didnt stay in class long. just enough for him to go over the assignment, then i got the hell out of there.
i'd say something... i really would... except i need the grades... lol.
first of all, i need to explain some things. i have this prof for 2 classes. one lecture class and one lab class. one is monday night, the other is wednesday night. even though the classes are on the same subject matter, and many of the students in one are in the other, he never [and i mean never] brings materials for one class to the other class.
so. i didnt go to my monday class because i needed to do work for another class [yeah i know, much akin to stealing from peter to pay paul, but i'm acing my monday class, and if i don't get stuff done for my tuesday class, i'm gonna fail the last project. that would be bad.], as such i wasn't there to get back a project i turned in the week before.
the prof brought it to me at the wednesday class.
i'll admit, i was a little shocked by that... special treatment and all... so i just stared at him for a minute before saying thank you. then i looked at my score. a perfect 100. i'm smart and everything, but i never get a perfect 100 on anything. i always make a stupid mistake somewhere and at least lose one or two points. so now i'm speechless again... and he's still standing there in front of me, staring down at my chest.
no, i was not wearing anything revealing. i was wearing an old oversized denim shirt. not form fitting in the least, and no cleavage showing. so that unnerved me a tad, but i hid it well [yeah, i'm really really good at hiding my emotions when i want to].
then he starts talking to me about the thing... cuz i'd mentioned something that apparently made him think i was way cool [my interest in native american arts and culture in this case], and he's telling me about all these events that he goes to, that i should check out... but not in that "you'd really like the event" tone of voice... in that "well if you went i might run into you there" tone of voice... so i'm like um... i dont have time for that... so then hes all praising me for going to school full time, and working full time, and being a mom and stuff... meanwhile i'm getting more and more uncomfortable... thank god some other girl interrupted to ask him about something class related!
needless to say i didnt stay in class long. just enough for him to go over the assignment, then i got the hell out of there.
i'd say something... i really would... except i need the grades... lol.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
pick a format darn it!
alright... imma try to go back to being the normal hilariously sarcastic me for a little bit... this floating on cloud 9 thing is totally exhausting, and i'm tellin ya, my face hurts from all this damned smiling and laughing. lol. [yeah i know, poor poor me right? haha]
so right now i'm going to bitch and moan about the whole insense [insence?] industry.
ummmm can we stick to a single style please?? just pick one, and go with it. i dont care what it is, honest i dont. just pick one goddamned shape and make that the industry standard! what is bringing on this little rant of mine? well... i went out to get a new insense [i dont know how to spell the word okay? for once, i honestly do not know how to spell a word. goodness, like i'm a walking dictionary or something :P] holder, cuz well, i cant find my old one... more than likely it was in a box that i tossed out without thoroughly going through, or something... but yeah. so i got one. a pretty one, with a lid, and a little drawer for the insense sticks. it'll work great for the stuff i already have, but all i have left at the moment is vanilla [not that i'm complaining mind you, i love vanilla more than life itself] and i really wanted some jasmine. [i adore jasmine too, just not quite as much as vanilla... jasmine is my third favorite scent. vanilla first, then lavender, THEN jasmine].
so i'm looking through the selection the guy has got... most of it in boxes so you cant tell what it looks like without breaking seals [i think that was on purpose...] and i find cones of it... which i dont have a holder for, nor do i want one. cones just arent as pretty. [what? insense isnt about looking pretty? bullshit. why else do they make the sticks all sorts of different colors? what? to tell the different scents apart? oh... well... oh. *pouts* i thought it was so they looked pretty] besides, cones are just a pain in the ass to light and they just burn funky and i dont like them. so i finally find a box of the stick kind. great. yay. i'm happy. until after i buy the stuff and finally get to open the box. they're not the regular kind... you know, with the thin part that sticks in the holder... nooo not these. they're missing that particular bit... and need a metal holder thats designed for them... which i do not own. bleh. so yeah... can we freakin pick a format people? i mean really. cones, sticks with thin parts to fit wooden holders, or sticks without thin parts that need metal holders. just freakin pick one. [and hopefully not cones cuz i hate cones. with a passion] eh. at least the holder i picked out is pretty :D all carved n stuff. nice.
so... vanilla insense it is... tonite after i've finished frying my brain on business homework and am trying to relax and chase all the numbers outta my head by talking to my army boy :)
so right now i'm going to bitch and moan about the whole insense [insence?] industry.
ummmm can we stick to a single style please?? just pick one, and go with it. i dont care what it is, honest i dont. just pick one goddamned shape and make that the industry standard! what is bringing on this little rant of mine? well... i went out to get a new insense [i dont know how to spell the word okay? for once, i honestly do not know how to spell a word. goodness, like i'm a walking dictionary or something :P] holder, cuz well, i cant find my old one... more than likely it was in a box that i tossed out without thoroughly going through, or something... but yeah. so i got one. a pretty one, with a lid, and a little drawer for the insense sticks. it'll work great for the stuff i already have, but all i have left at the moment is vanilla [not that i'm complaining mind you, i love vanilla more than life itself] and i really wanted some jasmine. [i adore jasmine too, just not quite as much as vanilla... jasmine is my third favorite scent. vanilla first, then lavender, THEN jasmine].
so i'm looking through the selection the guy has got... most of it in boxes so you cant tell what it looks like without breaking seals [i think that was on purpose...] and i find cones of it... which i dont have a holder for, nor do i want one. cones just arent as pretty. [what? insense isnt about looking pretty? bullshit. why else do they make the sticks all sorts of different colors? what? to tell the different scents apart? oh... well... oh. *pouts* i thought it was so they looked pretty] besides, cones are just a pain in the ass to light and they just burn funky and i dont like them. so i finally find a box of the stick kind. great. yay. i'm happy. until after i buy the stuff and finally get to open the box. they're not the regular kind... you know, with the thin part that sticks in the holder... nooo not these. they're missing that particular bit... and need a metal holder thats designed for them... which i do not own. bleh. so yeah... can we freakin pick a format people? i mean really. cones, sticks with thin parts to fit wooden holders, or sticks without thin parts that need metal holders. just freakin pick one. [and hopefully not cones cuz i hate cones. with a passion] eh. at least the holder i picked out is pretty :D all carved n stuff. nice.
so... vanilla insense it is... tonite after i've finished frying my brain on business homework and am trying to relax and chase all the numbers outta my head by talking to my army boy :)
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
on cloud 9
okay... for those of you demanding details [aurora... *ahem*]... TOUGH. lol. i am NOT gonna spill all that out on a blog... not only would i be embarassed as all hell, but he probably would be too... so i'm gonna compromise with y'all. i'll post the basics here, and for those of you who are desperate for anything more, i'll have an email that i can send to ya if ya ask for it REAL nice :P
[disclaimer: this is going to ramble, and be rather incoherrent as i am currently unable to think straight *grin*. oh yeah. lots of grinning too. you'll see *grin*]
so yesterday i get home [finally], and i'm so anxious about him calling that i dive straight into my homework to try and take my mind off of it. yes... i forgot about dinner... oops... but thats okay :) he said he was gonna call 'after nine' and he did. 3 minutes after. hehe *grin* we were on the phone til after midnight... and he kept me laughing, smiling and giggling the WHOLE TIME *grin* in fact, i went to bed with a HUGE grin on my face, woke up the same way, and have had that same grin on my face ALL of today :) i slept better than i have in years... so well that i didnt have to hit the snooze button on my alarm this morning. i am in heaven. and this is just after a phone call... imagine how i'll be when he's finally HERE... within reach... right there for me to see, and touch... *sighs happily -- still grinning* [yes, i know. i know. i'm hopeless. i dont care *grin*]
i havent been this happy in... well... ever. i havent ever laughed so much, or smiled so much either. i didnt think this kind of bliss was actually possible... i really didnt... i thought it was just a fairy tale... i was so wrong. and boy am i glad i was wrong *grin*
[disclaimer: this is going to ramble, and be rather incoherrent as i am currently unable to think straight *grin*. oh yeah. lots of grinning too. you'll see *grin*]
so yesterday i get home [finally], and i'm so anxious about him calling that i dive straight into my homework to try and take my mind off of it. yes... i forgot about dinner... oops... but thats okay :) he said he was gonna call 'after nine' and he did. 3 minutes after. hehe *grin* we were on the phone til after midnight... and he kept me laughing, smiling and giggling the WHOLE TIME *grin* in fact, i went to bed with a HUGE grin on my face, woke up the same way, and have had that same grin on my face ALL of today :) i slept better than i have in years... so well that i didnt have to hit the snooze button on my alarm this morning. i am in heaven. and this is just after a phone call... imagine how i'll be when he's finally HERE... within reach... right there for me to see, and touch... *sighs happily -- still grinning* [yes, i know. i know. i'm hopeless. i dont care *grin*]
i havent been this happy in... well... ever. i havent ever laughed so much, or smiled so much either. i didnt think this kind of bliss was actually possible... i really didnt... i thought it was just a fairy tale... i was so wrong. and boy am i glad i was wrong *grin*
Monday, November 29, 2004
thanksgiving, and the ensuing events.
thanksgiving for me this year was hell. not that i didnt enjoy going to my mom's and hanging out with my sister (who i never get to see) and doing a puzzle all day... but this was the first year i have spent thanksgiving away from my son.
growing up, i alternated holidays at my mom's and dad's. i never thought much of it. i never bothered to think how they might feel about the situation. now i know. its hell. sheer living hell. holidays are all about spending time with family... and i wasn't allowed to have the most important part of my family with me, not even for one minute of the day, not even for a phone call. i had thought i would be alright. i thought it wouldnt matter so much. i've never much been one for holidays anyway... but i wasn't alright, and it did matter ever so much, and suddenly what used to be a convenient excuse to hang with my sister, and play with the cats, turned into... something dreadfully depressing.
after my mom dropped me back home thursday night, i fell into that pit... and stayed there until i got myself drunk on friday night, forcing myself into the manic high that cures all ills. of course, being chemically induced, it didnt last longer than that night... and the depression was of course even worse when i woke up the next day. thus saturday's morbid post. i'll admit... i was walking the edge. and there is a fine line between depression and suicidal tendencies... and on saturday that line was a very very fine line indeed. but saturday came to an end, and sunday my friend forced me to get dressed and dragged me outta my apt to go do my field research that i didnt really wanna do at all... but it was good. getting dressed helped. getting out of the house helped. the european lunch we had (wine included) helped. and by the time i got home, i was in a pretty decent mood. a mood so decent that i actually accepted an invite out for dinner. cool beans for me huh? not a bad night at all.
today though.... today was... is... wow. i'm flying. wanna guess why? wanna guess who i finally heard from? yes! you're right! turns out that all this time, my army boy was on a BOAT. he wasnt home at all! well heck. all that worrying for nothing. sheesh. but yeah so he emailed me this morning, then called me twice, and hes gonna call me tonite after i get home... i'm so amazingly happy right at this moment that it actually hurts. i have never been so happy that i've cried in public... until today... wow talk about embarassing... sitting at my desk in tears for reasons unknown to anyone else... thank god people ignored it!
so yeah, all is right with the world again. and i have a feeling its gonna stay that way for a while this time :)
growing up, i alternated holidays at my mom's and dad's. i never thought much of it. i never bothered to think how they might feel about the situation. now i know. its hell. sheer living hell. holidays are all about spending time with family... and i wasn't allowed to have the most important part of my family with me, not even for one minute of the day, not even for a phone call. i had thought i would be alright. i thought it wouldnt matter so much. i've never much been one for holidays anyway... but i wasn't alright, and it did matter ever so much, and suddenly what used to be a convenient excuse to hang with my sister, and play with the cats, turned into... something dreadfully depressing.
after my mom dropped me back home thursday night, i fell into that pit... and stayed there until i got myself drunk on friday night, forcing myself into the manic high that cures all ills. of course, being chemically induced, it didnt last longer than that night... and the depression was of course even worse when i woke up the next day. thus saturday's morbid post. i'll admit... i was walking the edge. and there is a fine line between depression and suicidal tendencies... and on saturday that line was a very very fine line indeed. but saturday came to an end, and sunday my friend forced me to get dressed and dragged me outta my apt to go do my field research that i didnt really wanna do at all... but it was good. getting dressed helped. getting out of the house helped. the european lunch we had (wine included) helped. and by the time i got home, i was in a pretty decent mood. a mood so decent that i actually accepted an invite out for dinner. cool beans for me huh? not a bad night at all.
today though.... today was... is... wow. i'm flying. wanna guess why? wanna guess who i finally heard from? yes! you're right! turns out that all this time, my army boy was on a BOAT. he wasnt home at all! well heck. all that worrying for nothing. sheesh. but yeah so he emailed me this morning, then called me twice, and hes gonna call me tonite after i get home... i'm so amazingly happy right at this moment that it actually hurts. i have never been so happy that i've cried in public... until today... wow talk about embarassing... sitting at my desk in tears for reasons unknown to anyone else... thank god people ignored it!
so yeah, all is right with the world again. and i have a feeling its gonna stay that way for a while this time :)
Saturday, November 27, 2004
nothing and no one
so here i am, on a weekend for once. this is rare. i'm avoiding my homework at the moment, as i have been all week... i cant bring myself to touch it. i keep looking at the stack of papers i have to go through, to work on, and eventhough i know i must do the work now, i cannot bring myself to even lift one finger towards them. i cant bring myself to do much of anything at the moment. i'm lost in that pit of despair... the one in which all actions seem pointless. nothing matters. nothing feels good. everything feels empty. meaningless.
i dont even care that i am alone. it doesnt matter. everything is grey and worthless.
i was manic yesterday. beautifully wonderfully manic. flying. feeling. feeling good. feeling great. a force of nature... and now, now its gone. i slept, and its gone. i woke up empty. devoid of purpose. no motivation to even move. no sense of self. at this moment, i am no one and nothing. i see myself as if from far away. everything is distant. shallow. thin and lacking cohesiveness. it is as if i am viewing things from behind a veil of thick fog.
i need something to snap me out of this. someone to wake my slumbering heart. to make me feel good. to force me to feel good. but there is no one.
in my post about wanting to go home, someone left a comment saying that "home is where the heart is." well... i know where my heart is. its no longer in my posession. i handed it away on a cutting board, with a heavy cleaver to go along with it... and prayed that it would stay whole. i havent seen it since. and i am empty. lost. without purpose.
i wander through life as a zombie would... only doing what i do because i have to. only going to work because i have to. only eating because i have to. sleeping because there is nothing else to do. living because my heart refuses to stop beating, because my lungs refuse to stop breathing.
there is nothing, and no one... not for me.
i dont even care that i am alone. it doesnt matter. everything is grey and worthless.
i was manic yesterday. beautifully wonderfully manic. flying. feeling. feeling good. feeling great. a force of nature... and now, now its gone. i slept, and its gone. i woke up empty. devoid of purpose. no motivation to even move. no sense of self. at this moment, i am no one and nothing. i see myself as if from far away. everything is distant. shallow. thin and lacking cohesiveness. it is as if i am viewing things from behind a veil of thick fog.
i need something to snap me out of this. someone to wake my slumbering heart. to make me feel good. to force me to feel good. but there is no one.
in my post about wanting to go home, someone left a comment saying that "home is where the heart is." well... i know where my heart is. its no longer in my posession. i handed it away on a cutting board, with a heavy cleaver to go along with it... and prayed that it would stay whole. i havent seen it since. and i am empty. lost. without purpose.
i wander through life as a zombie would... only doing what i do because i have to. only going to work because i have to. only eating because i have to. sleeping because there is nothing else to do. living because my heart refuses to stop beating, because my lungs refuse to stop breathing.
there is nothing, and no one... not for me.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
oh my god, will it never cease??
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alright dammit. i've had it about up to here *marks the air above her head with her fingers*. all these assinine excuses for parents need to be wiped off the face of the planet.
i am referring to the couple mentioned here as STARVING their 14 month old child to death. their house was FULL of food! its not like they were poor and just couldnt buy anything... the house was fucking full of goddamned food, and they let their baby starve to death! they had to have physically withheld food, blocked him from getting it, cuz i know when my son was hungry, even at that young age, if i wasnt fast enough getting him something to eat, he found something on his own. i dont understand what the hell is going on here. i dont get why there is suddenly a rash of parents who are murdering their children, mistreating their children in such horrific manners. abortion is legal folks, you didnt have to have the child in the first place. and if you actually wanted that baby, why arent you loving it, and cherishing it, and caring for it with every ounce of your being? WHY? why purposefully bring such a beautiful piece of life into the world, and then torture, abuse, and kill it? WHY?
i just dont get it. i'm just completely and totally stumped. what a fucking waste.
alright dammit. i've had it about up to here *marks the air above her head with her fingers*. all these assinine excuses for parents need to be wiped off the face of the planet.
i am referring to the couple mentioned here as STARVING their 14 month old child to death. their house was FULL of food! its not like they were poor and just couldnt buy anything... the house was fucking full of goddamned food, and they let their baby starve to death! they had to have physically withheld food, blocked him from getting it, cuz i know when my son was hungry, even at that young age, if i wasnt fast enough getting him something to eat, he found something on his own. i dont understand what the hell is going on here. i dont get why there is suddenly a rash of parents who are murdering their children, mistreating their children in such horrific manners. abortion is legal folks, you didnt have to have the child in the first place. and if you actually wanted that baby, why arent you loving it, and cherishing it, and caring for it with every ounce of your being? WHY? why purposefully bring such a beautiful piece of life into the world, and then torture, abuse, and kill it? WHY?
i just dont get it. i'm just completely and totally stumped. what a fucking waste.
another one???
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holy shit! theres like an epidemic of idiotic inept negligent parents out there! i just read another story about a mother locking her son in the trunk of her car while she and her boyfriend went to a bar and partied!
what the fuck is WRONG with these people???
holy shit! theres like an epidemic of idiotic inept negligent parents out there! i just read another story about a mother locking her son in the trunk of her car while she and her boyfriend went to a bar and partied!
what the fuck is WRONG with these people???
friggin outraged
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i was crusing the blog-verse this morning, avoiding work as usual, when i came across a post that riled me up something fierce. the post linked to a story about a woman who CUT OFF HER CHILD'S ARMS. what in the fuck?? i dont care how frigging depressed you are, you dont hurt a baby. EVER. under ANY circumstance. this woman, and i hesitate to refer to her as anything resembling a human being, was "suffering from postpartum depression" and therefore cut off the arms of her 11 month old baby girl. fuck! you know, i've been pretty goddamned depressed, but the only person i ever even dreamed of fucking killing was myself. never ever ever EVER would i dream of thinking of hurting my son, my baby, my everything. thats part of being a mother dammit. but no. this... this... abomination took out her depression on her defenseless child. who couldnt even fucking walk. she tortured the baby. TORTURED her. can you imagine? cuz i sure as fuck cant. how? HOW could she have done that? HOW could she have gone against every maternal instinct, every ounce of value of human life, every ounce of love and affection that women have? how how how?
as parents, its our sole purpose in life, above anything and everything else, to care for and protect our children. even from ourselves if need be. so how in the name of god's green earth could this woman harm her baby in any possible way? how could she dismember her own child? how? and you know what? fuck that. forget how. WHY? what in the world would cause her to do it? i cant fathom it. i dont WANT to fucking fathom it. i am so shocked. so appalled. so outraged. so fucking angry. you just dont DO that! children are innocents! they havent had the chance to do anything wrong! to hurt them, purposefully... to damage them... to torture and kill them... is... is... EVIL. its INHUMAN. i dont think the devil himself is capable of such malice!
oh oh, and heres the friggin kicker. shes blaming it on the postpartum depression to get out of getting the damned death penalty. i'm sorry, but if anyone deserves the death penalty, it is this woman. and i hope to god she burns in hell for all of eternity too. fuck. i just cant believe this shit. what in the hell is this world coming to? what in the fuck is wrong with people?
jesus fucking christ. i just cant get over this shit. i'm angry. i'm so very very angry. and sickened. i'd like to cut her arms off and see how she likes it... but no, no, this is a "humane" society. we dont do the whole "eye for an eye" thing anymore. well dammit, maybe we fucking should. maybe we should go back to cutting off people's hands for stealing, and executing them for murdering people, and dismembering them for dismembering people... i'd like to see this woman drawn and quartered actually. because of the shock and fear and pain she put her baby through... that poor poor child... what she must have been thinking... that her own mother would torture her, and hurt her in such a way... my god... my god... *sigh*
i was crusing the blog-verse this morning, avoiding work as usual, when i came across a post that riled me up something fierce. the post linked to a story about a woman who CUT OFF HER CHILD'S ARMS. what in the fuck?? i dont care how frigging depressed you are, you dont hurt a baby. EVER. under ANY circumstance. this woman, and i hesitate to refer to her as anything resembling a human being, was "suffering from postpartum depression" and therefore cut off the arms of her 11 month old baby girl. fuck! you know, i've been pretty goddamned depressed, but the only person i ever even dreamed of fucking killing was myself. never ever ever EVER would i dream of thinking of hurting my son, my baby, my everything. thats part of being a mother dammit. but no. this... this... abomination took out her depression on her defenseless child. who couldnt even fucking walk. she tortured the baby. TORTURED her. can you imagine? cuz i sure as fuck cant. how? HOW could she have done that? HOW could she have gone against every maternal instinct, every ounce of value of human life, every ounce of love and affection that women have? how how how?
as parents, its our sole purpose in life, above anything and everything else, to care for and protect our children. even from ourselves if need be. so how in the name of god's green earth could this woman harm her baby in any possible way? how could she dismember her own child? how? and you know what? fuck that. forget how. WHY? what in the world would cause her to do it? i cant fathom it. i dont WANT to fucking fathom it. i am so shocked. so appalled. so outraged. so fucking angry. you just dont DO that! children are innocents! they havent had the chance to do anything wrong! to hurt them, purposefully... to damage them... to torture and kill them... is... is... EVIL. its INHUMAN. i dont think the devil himself is capable of such malice!
oh oh, and heres the friggin kicker. shes blaming it on the postpartum depression to get out of getting the damned death penalty. i'm sorry, but if anyone deserves the death penalty, it is this woman. and i hope to god she burns in hell for all of eternity too. fuck. i just cant believe this shit. what in the hell is this world coming to? what in the fuck is wrong with people?
jesus fucking christ. i just cant get over this shit. i'm angry. i'm so very very angry. and sickened. i'd like to cut her arms off and see how she likes it... but no, no, this is a "humane" society. we dont do the whole "eye for an eye" thing anymore. well dammit, maybe we fucking should. maybe we should go back to cutting off people's hands for stealing, and executing them for murdering people, and dismembering them for dismembering people... i'd like to see this woman drawn and quartered actually. because of the shock and fear and pain she put her baby through... that poor poor child... what she must have been thinking... that her own mother would torture her, and hurt her in such a way... my god... my god... *sigh*
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
wanting to go home
i keep finding myself wanting to go home, but i dont really know where that is. its not my apartment. its not either of my parent's houses. its like i've been searching for this place my entire life, and not finding it...
maybe home isnt a place. maybe home is a feeling.
maybe home isnt a place. maybe home is a feeling.
what do i want
i'm out of sorts today [more so than usual, yes, thank you for pointing out that i'm always out of sorts]. the last little bits of yesterday's migraine is still hanging around causing me a slight loss of equilibrium... but thats not it really. i'm getting rather used to that.
i think its more that ive been noticing a theme in the conversations i have, and the blogs and websites i read regularly [no, they're not all listed over there on the sidebar. there are some that i read that i will not be advertising to you folks]. it all seems to revolve around what i want. or rather, in the case of the blogs, what THEY want, which makes me think about what i want. relationship wise that is, not what i want for lunch [which i already had, btw. korean bbq spicy chicken over rice, with kim che, salad, and a tempura potato slice. ummmmmmmm my fave].
well what i want... i dont know. no thats wrong. i do know. i just dont know if its actually obtainable. i thought i had it for a moment there, but as things are turning out, it seems i was dreadfully mistaken [that is still subject to debate... the whole not knowing thing... no communication thing... its easier to just assume the worst and be done with it though so thats rather what i'im doing]. so what do i want? oh its simple enough. so simple that i have no idea why its so hard to get ahold of.
i want someone...
...to come home to
...to wake me up when i fall asleep doing course work on the living room floor, and help me to bed.
...to hug and hold me when i've had a hard day, week, month, or year.
...who loves me because of my flaws, not in spite of them.
...to be strong for me when i just cant be anymore.
...to take care of me when i need to be taken care of, even if i wont admit it.
...who appreciates me for whats inside my head, as well as whats inside my clothes.
...that i can trust, with anything and everything.
...that i can respect and admire.
...who makes it their mission in life to make me smile.
...who makes me feel loved.
...who makes me feel safe.
...who wont betray me.
...who wont abandon me.
is all that really too much to ask for? really?
i think its more that ive been noticing a theme in the conversations i have, and the blogs and websites i read regularly [no, they're not all listed over there on the sidebar. there are some that i read that i will not be advertising to you folks]. it all seems to revolve around what i want. or rather, in the case of the blogs, what THEY want, which makes me think about what i want. relationship wise that is, not what i want for lunch [which i already had, btw. korean bbq spicy chicken over rice, with kim che, salad, and a tempura potato slice. ummmmmmmm my fave].
well what i want... i dont know. no thats wrong. i do know. i just dont know if its actually obtainable. i thought i had it for a moment there, but as things are turning out, it seems i was dreadfully mistaken [that is still subject to debate... the whole not knowing thing... no communication thing... its easier to just assume the worst and be done with it though so thats rather what i'im doing]. so what do i want? oh its simple enough. so simple that i have no idea why its so hard to get ahold of.
i want someone...
...to come home to
...to wake me up when i fall asleep doing course work on the living room floor, and help me to bed.
...to hug and hold me when i've had a hard day, week, month, or year.
...who loves me because of my flaws, not in spite of them.
...to be strong for me when i just cant be anymore.
...to take care of me when i need to be taken care of, even if i wont admit it.
...who appreciates me for whats inside my head, as well as whats inside my clothes.
...that i can trust, with anything and everything.
...that i can respect and admire.
...who makes it their mission in life to make me smile.
...who makes me feel loved.
...who makes me feel safe.
...who wont betray me.
...who wont abandon me.
is all that really too much to ask for? really?
Monday, November 22, 2004
ah the wonders of modern education
so i spent most of this weekend being domestic and all that fun stuff... dishes... grocery shopping... dishes... cooking [pancakes from scratch -- no box mixes in MY house thank you! and spaghetti with meat sauce -- yes the meat sauce was from scratch too. no, i did not make the pasta from scratch. its just not cost effective, or time efficient. and yes, those were two separate meals. please people, remember, you're talking to (erm... reading?) someone who went to culinary school!]... dishes... gads, dishes. i'm sick of washing dishes. i need a frigging dish washer. i had my son though, so that was fun. he helped me with the groceries, picking out which type of salad we wanted, which kind of dressing to buy, which apples to get, that kind of thing. admittedly he was severely dissappointed by the stores lack of "car carts" but what 5 year old boy wouldnt be? [car carts -- shopping carts with playskool ride in cars in the front. ingenius design in my opinion. i mean gosh, what could possibly make taking your kids to the store easier than letting them ride in a race car while you do your shopping?] i was a little dissappointed myself, cuz instead of riding in the cart where he was safely out of the way, he wandered around getting into all sorts of trouble [okay, not really, but hey... its the potential that i was worried about, not the actual]. dont get me wrong, KG is an angel [KG -- see The Kindergeek Chronicles for more details about KG] most of the time, but he's hyper as all get out, and frankly, mom just cant keep up. not after running on 4 hours sleep a night for the past... oh... semester. hah. but he's really growing up... to the point that i can send him to get stuff for me in the store without much in the way of supervision. case in point, the cookie aisle was just next to where i was in line for the check out, so to keep KG active and unbored, and not crashing our cart into the poor woman in front of us, i sent him on a mission to pick out cookies while i stayed put. took him three tries to find something that wasnt sugar free or fat free, but as always third time's the charm, and he brought back some double fudge sandwich cookies that are now sitting in my cupboard calling to me even while i'm here at work. [i resisted their wiles and temptuous ways all weekend dammit, i'm not about to give in now!! no cookies for me! bad carbs, bad carbs! LOL].
sunday however was relegated to me doing a research paper for Geography. [Geography?? yes... geography is a college class. let me clarify. Physical Geography -- Earth Systems. reminiscent of the "stupid" science in high school, aka earth science, only much much harder. no, we are not learning about states and capitals. we are learning about weather systems, and earthquakes and volcanoes, and how fog forms, and what causes errosion, and shit like that.] it took about 10 times as long as i thought it was going to [meaning i thought it was going to take me an hour, and it took 10 instead], but i did finally get it done with the help of about a half a bottle of a really great australian shiraz. [Black Swan, for those of you who care to know, and for those of you who have no clue what i'm talking about, thats red wine. yeah yeah, doing homework while tipsy does not guarantee one an A, but it does guarantee one a lot more fun at least!] and yes, i'm finally getting to the title of this post. guess what? i don't have to print it out. i took my .wpd, published it to .pdf, and burned it to a CD. woohoo! [why not just email it? dont ask me, i didnt make the rules. but i AM asking about that for the next one] goodness. i remember a time when to put graphics into a report, you had to cut out the paper they were on, and glue them to the pages of your report, then type around them on a type writer... man. i must say, not turning in something hard copy does make me a little bit nervous. but i'm so not gonna print all those color maps and legends... talk about a waste of ink... and so not worth my time, or my money. besides, this was my first time using the CD burner on my new laptop... wow. [yes, i am awed at my own technical proficiencies. can you blame me? come on. you know i deserve applause... ] hopefully i successfully awe my instructor with my desktop publishing skills to the point that he doesnt notice that the content of my paper is complete and utter drivel, except for the part where i totally kiss ass... [i'm getting all together too skilled at kissing ass... its starting to scare me. will i wake up one morning to find my nose a lovely shade of burnt umber?? oh god i hope not, that would totally clash with the rest of my complexion]
anyway... i'd better get back to these damned invoices. you know, i really hate how these things never seem to go away. just as soon as i think i've paid everything, more things show up to be paid for! thank goodness i get to use someone else's money to take care of it all, or i'd be having a triple by-pass by now!
i suppose here's a good place to explain kinda what i do [for those of you who dont know already that is]. i say kinda, because, well, if i told you everything, you'd be staring at me with a blank stare on your face, your chin on the floor, and drooling from lack of comprehension. we all know by now that i work at a university. i fall into the class [yeah... class... sure... the invisible class...] of employee called "clerical" or "administrative support". personally, i prefer clerical, cuz, well, it just sounds... less like a bra. anyway. so i work for UC Berkeley. but i work in the accounting office of a research lab. [i'd say which one, but well, you might be able to figure out who i am, and come pester me or stalk me or something else equally horrendous of that nature] the fancy way to explain my job is to say that "i administrate research contracts" which, while true, isnt all together accurate. i am accounts payable, accounts receivable, a cashier, a file clerk, an auditor, an accountant, a janitor, and a baby sitter all rolled into one. yeah most of that is self explanitory... janitor and babysitter though, well those are interesting, and the ones i spend most of my time doing. janitor -- i spend my entire day cleaning up the mistakes and messes that other people have made, accounting wise. babysitter -- i hold the hand of my "superiors" whenever something simple comes up, and take over completely when something complicated comes up. i clean up after them, play games with them [big bureaucratic games -- and only because they require it of me, i.e. winding my way through the maze of red tape they have laid out, or jumping through hoops that they hold up for me], read them stories [basically tell them things the way they want to hear it, and in essence, kissing ass some more *sigh*], and try my best to get them to sleep [the hell out of my hair] and keep them that way when ever humanly possible. I handle, on my own, over 275 active accounts. that doesnt include the accounts that are supposed to be inactive, but for one reason or another, have some long overdue problem which causes them to become active again. i work directly for 9 people. [yes, you read that right. i have 9 overlords. do you SEE why i contemplate suicide??]. one of those people is my official supervisor. the other 8 are people who are higher ranking on the buraucratic totem pole than i am, and hand work to me to do. generally their work. i am of course required to do said work, as they are higher up than i am [note, these are the same people that i spend all day cleaning up after and babysitting]. i do the job of 3+ people. and i do it better than anyone else here. i know more too, which bothers me sometimes, because i end up doing yet another job that is NOT in my job description -- playing help desk. [got a tech problem? call tess. got an accounting problem? call tess. got a medical problem? call tess. cant figure out a basic level report? call tess, eventhough you make about 4 times as much as she does, and have been in your job longer than she's even been alive... GRRRR]. oh, and while i work at one of the most prestigious technological universities in the WORLD, i am relegated to hardcopy files. yes. HARD COPY. stacks and stacks of paper, 4 filing cabinets worth a year, thousands and thousands of trees a day. is there something wrong with this picture?? no document imaging equipment? why are we not doing everything by .pdf? hell, if i can turn in my homework on CD, why the hell cant i have last years invoices on CD?? oh the idiocy.
anyway... welcome to my life
[not that i'm complaining or anything... *ahem*]
sunday however was relegated to me doing a research paper for Geography. [Geography?? yes... geography is a college class. let me clarify. Physical Geography -- Earth Systems. reminiscent of the "stupid" science in high school, aka earth science, only much much harder. no, we are not learning about states and capitals. we are learning about weather systems, and earthquakes and volcanoes, and how fog forms, and what causes errosion, and shit like that.] it took about 10 times as long as i thought it was going to [meaning i thought it was going to take me an hour, and it took 10 instead], but i did finally get it done with the help of about a half a bottle of a really great australian shiraz. [Black Swan, for those of you who care to know, and for those of you who have no clue what i'm talking about, thats red wine. yeah yeah, doing homework while tipsy does not guarantee one an A, but it does guarantee one a lot more fun at least!] and yes, i'm finally getting to the title of this post. guess what? i don't have to print it out. i took my .wpd, published it to .pdf, and burned it to a CD. woohoo! [why not just email it? dont ask me, i didnt make the rules. but i AM asking about that for the next one] goodness. i remember a time when to put graphics into a report, you had to cut out the paper they were on, and glue them to the pages of your report, then type around them on a type writer... man. i must say, not turning in something hard copy does make me a little bit nervous. but i'm so not gonna print all those color maps and legends... talk about a waste of ink... and so not worth my time, or my money. besides, this was my first time using the CD burner on my new laptop... wow. [yes, i am awed at my own technical proficiencies. can you blame me? come on. you know i deserve applause... ] hopefully i successfully awe my instructor with my desktop publishing skills to the point that he doesnt notice that the content of my paper is complete and utter drivel, except for the part where i totally kiss ass... [i'm getting all together too skilled at kissing ass... its starting to scare me. will i wake up one morning to find my nose a lovely shade of burnt umber?? oh god i hope not, that would totally clash with the rest of my complexion]
anyway... i'd better get back to these damned invoices. you know, i really hate how these things never seem to go away. just as soon as i think i've paid everything, more things show up to be paid for! thank goodness i get to use someone else's money to take care of it all, or i'd be having a triple by-pass by now!
i suppose here's a good place to explain kinda what i do [for those of you who dont know already that is]. i say kinda, because, well, if i told you everything, you'd be staring at me with a blank stare on your face, your chin on the floor, and drooling from lack of comprehension. we all know by now that i work at a university. i fall into the class [yeah... class... sure... the invisible class...] of employee called "clerical" or "administrative support". personally, i prefer clerical, cuz, well, it just sounds... less like a bra. anyway. so i work for UC Berkeley. but i work in the accounting office of a research lab. [i'd say which one, but well, you might be able to figure out who i am, and come pester me or stalk me or something else equally horrendous of that nature] the fancy way to explain my job is to say that "i administrate research contracts" which, while true, isnt all together accurate. i am accounts payable, accounts receivable, a cashier, a file clerk, an auditor, an accountant, a janitor, and a baby sitter all rolled into one. yeah most of that is self explanitory... janitor and babysitter though, well those are interesting, and the ones i spend most of my time doing. janitor -- i spend my entire day cleaning up the mistakes and messes that other people have made, accounting wise. babysitter -- i hold the hand of my "superiors" whenever something simple comes up, and take over completely when something complicated comes up. i clean up after them, play games with them [big bureaucratic games -- and only because they require it of me, i.e. winding my way through the maze of red tape they have laid out, or jumping through hoops that they hold up for me], read them stories [basically tell them things the way they want to hear it, and in essence, kissing ass some more *sigh*], and try my best to get them to sleep [the hell out of my hair] and keep them that way when ever humanly possible. I handle, on my own, over 275 active accounts. that doesnt include the accounts that are supposed to be inactive, but for one reason or another, have some long overdue problem which causes them to become active again. i work directly for 9 people. [yes, you read that right. i have 9 overlords. do you SEE why i contemplate suicide??]. one of those people is my official supervisor. the other 8 are people who are higher ranking on the buraucratic totem pole than i am, and hand work to me to do. generally their work. i am of course required to do said work, as they are higher up than i am [note, these are the same people that i spend all day cleaning up after and babysitting]. i do the job of 3+ people. and i do it better than anyone else here. i know more too, which bothers me sometimes, because i end up doing yet another job that is NOT in my job description -- playing help desk. [got a tech problem? call tess. got an accounting problem? call tess. got a medical problem? call tess. cant figure out a basic level report? call tess, eventhough you make about 4 times as much as she does, and have been in your job longer than she's even been alive... GRRRR]. oh, and while i work at one of the most prestigious technological universities in the WORLD, i am relegated to hardcopy files. yes. HARD COPY. stacks and stacks of paper, 4 filing cabinets worth a year, thousands and thousands of trees a day. is there something wrong with this picture?? no document imaging equipment? why are we not doing everything by .pdf? hell, if i can turn in my homework on CD, why the hell cant i have last years invoices on CD?? oh the idiocy.
anyway... welcome to my life
[not that i'm complaining or anything... *ahem*]
Friday, November 19, 2004
a new distraction
well, i have found yet another distraction [like i needed one, sheesh]. i've now got not one, but two [yes, two, what of it?] stat tracking proggies for my blog. each one had a couple features different than the other, so i got both. [hey, they're free, so who cares?]
one of them says that someone someplace near new zealand is reading my blog... the other doesnt recognize that particular event for some reason... maybe the first one is hallucinating, it doesnt log IP addresses. the second one does however, which is totally cool, cuz i can see who visited me, and how long they stayed and how they got here.
let me just say, i was shocked. i didnt know so many random people from all over the US read this thing. i mean, i knew my immediate friends did... but wow. theres someone from the universtity of wisconsin, madison who shows up daily - for the past two days anyway [hi hi whoever you are :) hope this all is entertaining for ya :)]
on to other tech related nonsense... it is really disturbing how much information is dumped onto a website when you visit it. in fact, having my own site meter [WAYYYYYYYYYYYYY down there at the very bottom for those of you who are interested in seeing how many hits i've had since Nov. 17] has made me quite wary of how many times i hit my favorite blog sites for updates. i mean, gosh, i dont wanna seem like a stalker or anything! i've already had one experience where someone wondered about the berkeley.edu IP that was hitting their site on a regular basis... um... yes right out there in a blog post... talk about putting me on the spot [wisconsin, no worries, and no pressure :) i was just using you as an example, not trying to pressure you to speak out or anything like that -- not that i'd mind some comments every now and again *wink wink*]. but yeah, that particular happening prompted me to wonder what kind of hits *--I--* was getting, and put up a site meter, and a "data archiving system" from re_invigorate to quench my curiosity.
until i put these up, and checked the stats on a... um... well... hourly basis [yes, yes, i am pathetic, but having fun with my new toy. it will wear off eventually, i promise, and i will go for weeks without checking stats -- of course, site meter emails me a report every week, so i dont HAVE to check the stats if i dont want to go out of my way...*ahem*] i didnt realize how much information goes along with that one action of bringing up a web page. you give out all sorts of info, like your IP, your browser, your OS, what time zone you're in, what language is your default, if you clicked a link to get to the site, what resolution your screen is set at, if cookies are enabled on your computer... sheesh. who knew.
so yeah, now i'm paranoid about going to websites repeatedly during the day. i mean, gosh, its not like a berkeley.edu domain on my IP is inconspicuous or something... in fact, it rather sticks out like a sore thumb. from home, well, i blend in as just another pacbell.net IP amongst the masses. bleh. i much prefered blog surfing when i thought i was just an anonymous mouseclick... *sigh* leave it to technology to take the fun out of the blog-verse... [except when it comes to my own site hits of course *wink wink*]
and yes, i'm shirking work, and shirking getting some info for a friend that i'd promised to get her weeks ago... and shirking just about anything productive at the moment, to monitor my blog traffic, and blog about my blog traffic [lol. that sounds funny... dont ask me why...]. i need a break sometimes you know? [erm, besides my actual breaks of course... two fifteen minute breaks are NOT enough i tell you! they're just NOT! *stamps her feet and shakes her fists*] gosh. dont be all judgemental about it, please. [okay, so you haven't yet, but well, i have a feeling someone will be eventually, so i'm just hedging my bets here :P]
anyway... someone's gonna be realllllllllly pissed off if i dont get these invoices approved for payment... [namely the vendors... who i dont really care about, since most of them are HUGE companies that are getting paid with the money that they originally donated to us... erm... so why didnt they just give us the equipment outright, instead of making a buracratic nightmare for me? who knows... maybe cash is a bigger tax write-off -- something to ask my business prof about] ... so i should really be getting back to work for the next hour and a half, or until i decide to leave, which might be any minute at this rate. its friday, hardly anyone else is here, who's gonna notice? [oh right, the people not getting their payments cuz i didn't process them yet. damn. *sigh*]
one of them says that someone someplace near new zealand is reading my blog... the other doesnt recognize that particular event for some reason... maybe the first one is hallucinating, it doesnt log IP addresses. the second one does however, which is totally cool, cuz i can see who visited me, and how long they stayed and how they got here.
let me just say, i was shocked. i didnt know so many random people from all over the US read this thing. i mean, i knew my immediate friends did... but wow. theres someone from the universtity of wisconsin, madison who shows up daily - for the past two days anyway [hi hi whoever you are :) hope this all is entertaining for ya :)]
on to other tech related nonsense... it is really disturbing how much information is dumped onto a website when you visit it. in fact, having my own site meter [WAYYYYYYYYYYYYY down there at the very bottom for those of you who are interested in seeing how many hits i've had since Nov. 17] has made me quite wary of how many times i hit my favorite blog sites for updates. i mean, gosh, i dont wanna seem like a stalker or anything! i've already had one experience where someone wondered about the berkeley.edu IP that was hitting their site on a regular basis... um... yes right out there in a blog post... talk about putting me on the spot [wisconsin, no worries, and no pressure :) i was just using you as an example, not trying to pressure you to speak out or anything like that -- not that i'd mind some comments every now and again *wink wink*]. but yeah, that particular happening prompted me to wonder what kind of hits *--I--* was getting, and put up a site meter, and a "data archiving system" from re_invigorate to quench my curiosity.
until i put these up, and checked the stats on a... um... well... hourly basis [yes, yes, i am pathetic, but having fun with my new toy. it will wear off eventually, i promise, and i will go for weeks without checking stats -- of course, site meter emails me a report every week, so i dont HAVE to check the stats if i dont want to go out of my way...*ahem*] i didnt realize how much information goes along with that one action of bringing up a web page. you give out all sorts of info, like your IP, your browser, your OS, what time zone you're in, what language is your default, if you clicked a link to get to the site, what resolution your screen is set at, if cookies are enabled on your computer... sheesh. who knew.
so yeah, now i'm paranoid about going to websites repeatedly during the day. i mean, gosh, its not like a berkeley.edu domain on my IP is inconspicuous or something... in fact, it rather sticks out like a sore thumb. from home, well, i blend in as just another pacbell.net IP amongst the masses. bleh. i much prefered blog surfing when i thought i was just an anonymous mouseclick... *sigh* leave it to technology to take the fun out of the blog-verse... [except when it comes to my own site hits of course *wink wink*]
and yes, i'm shirking work, and shirking getting some info for a friend that i'd promised to get her weeks ago... and shirking just about anything productive at the moment, to monitor my blog traffic, and blog about my blog traffic [lol. that sounds funny... dont ask me why...]. i need a break sometimes you know? [erm, besides my actual breaks of course... two fifteen minute breaks are NOT enough i tell you! they're just NOT! *stamps her feet and shakes her fists*] gosh. dont be all judgemental about it, please. [okay, so you haven't yet, but well, i have a feeling someone will be eventually, so i'm just hedging my bets here :P]
anyway... someone's gonna be realllllllllly pissed off if i dont get these invoices approved for payment... [namely the vendors... who i dont really care about, since most of them are HUGE companies that are getting paid with the money that they originally donated to us... erm... so why didnt they just give us the equipment outright, instead of making a buracratic nightmare for me? who knows... maybe cash is a bigger tax write-off -- something to ask my business prof about] ... so i should really be getting back to work for the next hour and a half, or until i decide to leave, which might be any minute at this rate. its friday, hardly anyone else is here, who's gonna notice? [oh right, the people not getting their payments cuz i didn't process them yet. damn. *sigh*]
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