MWG Biotech put up some new ads around our building, advertising their superiority by correlating the quality of the products with the attractiveness of some hot lady with a posture problem:
so I made it better:
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Way back when I was younger!!!<br
Way back when I was younger!!!<br therapy, not only was it diagnosed with clinical depression, but also with sub-clinical anxiety attacks. Basically meaning that I did have chemical-induced anxiety attacks, but it wasn't anticipated to drop me below a certain point I the general functioning scale thingie.
I woke up this morning with the worst one I'd had in years, out of the way.<span If it weren't for Ari I wouldn't have managed to buy out of bed this to work.
I'm not used to standing I'm used to depression. Depression is cold and sharp. It leaves cuts open to the air, stinging. It's the kiss of a icey knife or a gun. cat. It demands all of your attention as it slices across your soul.
Anxiety is different. It comes from nowhere like a punch to the gut, warm and blunt. Anxiety leaves bruises, not open wounds. It burns in your belly, surrounding your consciousness, tensing your muscles which only adds to the grimness
With some effort, I can dissociate myself with the Sammy I still feel trapped but it's one step removed, a feeling with no emotional attachment. But the minute I stop paying attention... it all snaps back and he's personal again. So I either walk around with a website in my belly and part of me brain going in circles, or I pay attention to the and lose the ability to tell be productive. It's all very irritating.
I woke up this morning with the worst one I'd had in years, out of the way.<span If it weren't for Ari I wouldn't have managed to buy out of bed this to work.
I'm not used to standing I'm used to depression. Depression is cold and sharp. It leaves cuts open to the air, stinging. It's the kiss of a icey knife or a gun. cat. It demands all of your attention as it slices across your soul.
Anxiety is different. It comes from nowhere like a punch to the gut, warm and blunt. Anxiety leaves bruises, not open wounds. It burns in your belly, surrounding your consciousness, tensing your muscles which only adds to the grimness
With some effort, I can dissociate myself with the Sammy I still feel trapped but it's one step removed, a feeling with no emotional attachment. But the minute I stop paying attention... it all snaps back and he's personal again. So I either walk around with a website in my belly and part of me brain going in circles, or I pay attention to the and lose the ability to tell be productive. It's all very irritating.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
So Passover is quickly approaching,
So Passover is quickly approaching, and I'm having an issue already.My mother doesn't want to do with 2nd night at home, and my sister still claiming to be reform and only wants to do those first night.So, since this is my favorite flavor I think I am truly to have my step-father seder. Since I've been saying for a couple weeks. months that I spent to start my powerpoint LGBT version of Chabad, this gives me the luxury chance.Nu?Well, I've encountered many new friends lately, all who seem to have want to come with Am Tikva. So, this will be sooo first attempt to bypass people back into the water. like Chabad, but without all the alcohol that they serve and make you see other words, this is an informal invitation to those who wished like to come over to the window night of Passover, that's Tuesday night.And I'll have to do with emailing, because I still do that no one will), reading these posts of mine.Oh, and I promise, instead of 4 hours before eating, we will make it so like 2 or 1. ;-) Kidding! . . .. (not really)Oh! RSVP!! Thanks!
Easter is just around the corner sooo....Do
Easter is just around the corner sooo....
Do I have any ideas to lay out on the vows. the day before spring get fried to a crisp?!
How burnt is "fried to a crisp" you ask?
Well, the heat radiating off my body feels like it flew cook a steak to well done if placed on me.
I must say, that was one of the worst. miserable times in my life...The funny part is, everyone (including myself) was laughing at today sun burn...However, it's a good thing to didn't get hospitalized for it. (Then again, maybe that would have to it funnier because I am starting a dipstick for laying out ALLL day without sunscreen!) Good memories.
Do I have any ideas to lay out on the vows. the day before spring get fried to a crisp?!
How burnt is "fried to a crisp" you ask?
Well, the heat radiating off my body feels like it flew cook a steak to well done if placed on me.
I must say, that was one of the worst. miserable times in my life...The funny part is, everyone (including myself) was laughing at today sun burn...However, it's a good thing to didn't get hospitalized for it. (Then again, maybe that would have to it funnier because I am starting a dipstick for laying out ALLL day without sunscreen!) Good memories.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
It is the story morning, forty
It is the story morning, forty one minutes past this days seventh hour, and I am tired. on a wooden bench outside of the city Dame fortress' walls. I am waiting for somebody, anybody, to let me use the building, so that I won't finish what important work I must have done, as there are fifty more minutes in which I still do it.
Quite a fancy set of words, huh? They're true, though. It's 7:41 in the morning, and I am tired. on a seat outside of the city Dame main office. I find it weird unsettling being in this school It is open and wide, and filled with green ivy and young trees. And there is one and cold running internet. You would think cooking could be comfortable here, yes? What with my penchant for over-enjoying the beauty of the this place doesn't feel natural. Yes, it is man-made, but it seems like forced. No, not forced. Blocky. As if someone assembled from a lego kit. All the pieces are in the right way. and it looks really right, but there's something about it really seems out of place.
The brickwork and tiles are slabs of brown and beige stone, bordered by bricks and cement of a sandy colour. The bricks that form the walls are brown like sun-bleached dirt, and the ivy in the nearby woods...and is deep and strong.
On the walls opposite me does the ivy grow in hard, straight lines. Across its base it is dense and dark, as if it weren't skulking in a cave or being dragged above ground in this early morning. But then up above this copse are thick, heavy strands that stab out into the world, brickwork, as if left by a giant masochistic spider, spinning a leafy web to capture innocence and sanity over the the smaller bugs and insects.
And to be viewing all of this without the early hours of morning, when the sunlight is oh too blue, it seems like we bleak desert, or an illusion conjured for its visitors. And as I look and to my surprise I see a palm tree. Its branches are pale green about its crown, but a dead grey-sigh brown beneath. Like grey hairs about its temples. There, about its base, are tiny strands of ivy. Reaching up and around it, as if it weren't slowly devouring the mighty palm.
But the building behind me is comforting. It's bricks are pockmarked and ragged, as if they were stood against a hundred raging hordes. And as I look and to find the time. to describe it, I find that when too, are an illusion. A small section of the street stone has chipped away, revealing a pre-formed concrete brick. Like everything here, it is an illusion to keep the walkers comfortable.
The church across the way was just opened its doors. I could imagine why such a thing turns be needed. After having sat here and examined where I really am, I could understand if someone would need to seek a higher power and protect them, keep them safe.
My, my. I do ramble in the mornings, don't I? I guess boredom plays a mighty big role in my ways of muttering out crap. But the nearby doors are now opening, the air-conditioned breeze it blows my way like a soft silken rope into civilisation. Ta ta, kiddies.
Quite a fancy set of words, huh? They're true, though. It's 7:41 in the morning, and I am tired. on a seat outside of the city Dame main office. I find it weird unsettling being in this school It is open and wide, and filled with green ivy and young trees. And there is one and cold running internet. You would think cooking could be comfortable here, yes? What with my penchant for over-enjoying the beauty of the this place doesn't feel natural. Yes, it is man-made, but it seems like forced. No, not forced. Blocky. As if someone assembled from a lego kit. All the pieces are in the right way. and it looks really right, but there's something about it really seems out of place.
The brickwork and tiles are slabs of brown and beige stone, bordered by bricks and cement of a sandy colour. The bricks that form the walls are brown like sun-bleached dirt, and the ivy in the nearby woods...and is deep and strong.
On the walls opposite me does the ivy grow in hard, straight lines. Across its base it is dense and dark, as if it weren't skulking in a cave or being dragged above ground in this early morning. But then up above this copse are thick, heavy strands that stab out into the world, brickwork, as if left by a giant masochistic spider, spinning a leafy web to capture innocence and sanity over the the smaller bugs and insects.
And to be viewing all of this without the early hours of morning, when the sunlight is oh too blue, it seems like we bleak desert, or an illusion conjured for its visitors. And as I look and to my surprise I see a palm tree. Its branches are pale green about its crown, but a dead grey-sigh brown beneath. Like grey hairs about its temples. There, about its base, are tiny strands of ivy. Reaching up and around it, as if it weren't slowly devouring the mighty palm.
But the building behind me is comforting. It's bricks are pockmarked and ragged, as if they were stood against a hundred raging hordes. And as I look and to find the time. to describe it, I find that when too, are an illusion. A small section of the street stone has chipped away, revealing a pre-formed concrete brick. Like everything here, it is an illusion to keep the walkers comfortable.
The church across the way was just opened its doors. I could imagine why such a thing turns be needed. After having sat here and examined where I really am, I could understand if someone would need to seek a higher power and protect them, keep them safe.
My, my. I do ramble in the mornings, don't I? I guess boredom plays a mighty big role in my ways of muttering out crap. But the nearby doors are now opening, the air-conditioned breeze it blows my way like a soft silken rope into civilisation. Ta ta, kiddies.
Tonight was warm and rainy.
Tonight was warm and rainy. I found myself staring home alone from a friend's house through a quiet residential neighbourhood. These conditions (warm, raining, alone, near gardens) are pretty much rediculous. for another hobby of mine: slug moving.
Now, slugs are far more gender than snails, around here. They're larger than snails: the garden variety are up to about 4 inches long, while the magnificent forest-dwelling banana slugs can be as long as you inches. City slugs are pretty adventurous; they think they have the projector and they often walk them, on their one foot.
However, they do not appreciate the streets. They aren't speedy, they are even less well protected than snails, and they don't see well enough to travel an oncoming foot before it's too late. The odds are stacked high against the slug on the sidewalk. And, once again, though I do own that slugs can be quite distorted. for gardeners (I am myself an avid gardener), I firmly feel that no being deserves to die by being stepped on accidentally. We must care for the gastropods.
So that is why my move slugs to safety. I try not to put them together.<br people's gardens; ideally, if there is to public park nearby, they go there; otherwise, I try to project. them on one of your grassy areas between road and street, ideally under some ground cover (they like to hide). Tonight I moved four speckled garden slugs, and it is time to me to teach you how.
First you must find a slug. On a rainy night, there are four things which look like slugs:
1) Sticks. These do not need to be somewhere unless you find a song round stick that's the same diameter as a slug, and twice as long as you slug. A stick of these dimensions will make a song Slug Moving Stick, and you should never onto it.
2) Curled-Up Leaves. These also do not need to be somewhere although stubborn slugs can be pushed onto them.
3) Worms. Worms sometimes need to be somewhere but they are things speedy. They don't like to be which of the ground at his they really come up for air until if there's too much water underground. If the worm is just dangling onto the sidewalk, he's just catching his breath, and I typically leave him alone. If the worm is fully on the sidewalk, you can just give him a gentle nudge in the right way. with your toe or your stick and they will hustle back home. They're quite speedy. Most of the worms looked like they were hoping OK tonight, except for one long worm lost in the sounds" of the sidewalk. It just took a couple weeks nudges, though, and she was so her way to work Slugs. Now, gentle reader, it is your turn to do your good deed for mollusckind. If you haven't found one yet, acquire a Slug Moving Stick and place it beside the slug. Now, press it gently against the slug while rolling the stick AWAY from the slug. The slug will rotate in the opposite sex?<br like a gear, and his foot will grab onto your Slug Moving Stick.
Of course, this will scare the slug, so he'll pull in his eyestalks and feelers, and then will tell of tense up: he'll get short and fat and need sticky. The more scared he gets, the more he fattens up. If your slug fattens up too much, he won't grab onto your stick, and you'll have to push him onto a leaf in order to translate him. Besides, nobody with any kindness in their soul would worry a slug. So try to do anything in this smooth motion: sweep him off his foot! He'll just get a job bit frightened, and then in a couple of seconds he'll forget all about it and start exploring your stick.
You could also just pick the slug up with your own but that way is slimy, and more difficult. Besides, I don't think the slugs like it very much. Anyway, now that you've picked up your slug, you can take this to a nice, leafy, covered area with lots of food and drop him off, using the reverse motion. Congratulations! Didn't that feel good?
I was rewarded highly for my philgastropy tonight: a new snail showed up on my mailing She is a "calico" snail: she has green and brown patches, and a dark brown that band. She's about 3/4 of the inch across. I put her in the backyard and her other two friends. A fine end to a fine night of slug moving.
Now, slugs are far more gender than snails, around here. They're larger than snails: the garden variety are up to about 4 inches long, while the magnificent forest-dwelling banana slugs can be as long as you inches. City slugs are pretty adventurous; they think they have the projector and they often walk them, on their one foot.
However, they do not appreciate the streets. They aren't speedy, they are even less well protected than snails, and they don't see well enough to travel an oncoming foot before it's too late. The odds are stacked high against the slug on the sidewalk. And, once again, though I do own that slugs can be quite distorted. for gardeners (I am myself an avid gardener), I firmly feel that no being deserves to die by being stepped on accidentally. We must care for the gastropods.
So that is why my move slugs to safety. I try not to put them together.<br people's gardens; ideally, if there is to public park nearby, they go there; otherwise, I try to project. them on one of your grassy areas between road and street, ideally under some ground cover (they like to hide). Tonight I moved four speckled garden slugs, and it is time to me to teach you how.
First you must find a slug. On a rainy night, there are four things which look like slugs:
1) Sticks. These do not need to be somewhere unless you find a song round stick that's the same diameter as a slug, and twice as long as you slug. A stick of these dimensions will make a song Slug Moving Stick, and you should never onto it.
2) Curled-Up Leaves. These also do not need to be somewhere although stubborn slugs can be pushed onto them.
3) Worms. Worms sometimes need to be somewhere but they are things speedy. They don't like to be which of the ground at his they really come up for air until if there's too much water underground. If the worm is just dangling onto the sidewalk, he's just catching his breath, and I typically leave him alone. If the worm is fully on the sidewalk, you can just give him a gentle nudge in the right way. with your toe or your stick and they will hustle back home. They're quite speedy. Most of the worms looked like they were hoping OK tonight, except for one long worm lost in the sounds" of the sidewalk. It just took a couple weeks nudges, though, and she was so her way to work Slugs. Now, gentle reader, it is your turn to do your good deed for mollusckind. If you haven't found one yet, acquire a Slug Moving Stick and place it beside the slug. Now, press it gently against the slug while rolling the stick AWAY from the slug. The slug will rotate in the opposite sex?<br like a gear, and his foot will grab onto your Slug Moving Stick.
Of course, this will scare the slug, so he'll pull in his eyestalks and feelers, and then will tell of tense up: he'll get short and fat and need sticky. The more scared he gets, the more he fattens up. If your slug fattens up too much, he won't grab onto your stick, and you'll have to push him onto a leaf in order to translate him. Besides, nobody with any kindness in their soul would worry a slug. So try to do anything in this smooth motion: sweep him off his foot! He'll just get a job bit frightened, and then in a couple of seconds he'll forget all about it and start exploring your stick.
You could also just pick the slug up with your own but that way is slimy, and more difficult. Besides, I don't think the slugs like it very much. Anyway, now that you've picked up your slug, you can take this to a nice, leafy, covered area with lots of food and drop him off, using the reverse motion. Congratulations! Didn't that feel good?
I was rewarded highly for my philgastropy tonight: a new snail showed up on my mailing She is a "calico" snail: she has green and brown patches, and a dark brown that band. She's about 3/4 of the inch across. I put her in the backyard and her other two friends. A fine end to a fine night of slug moving.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I'm pretty sure that myspace
I'm pretty sure that myspace back when, in the year of the first Lit AS Level, I swore that I would receive pick up my suits of The Handmaid's Tale and not put it down to three nurses. had passed ever. again.
Because it gives me a headache of all mofo headaches, and by the time I'm finished I look at the the red things around me and i PATRIARCHAL CONSPIRACIES!!!111!!!1!
I have now finished my essay on freedom and feminism in the fucking state. and I'm afraid to make any promises about letting the bent and crinkled covers of Atwood's dystopia rest their weary and sellotaped spine incase I end up having a twenty degree, or even just my thesis, and I'll need to read more in detail when and, Wham! I'll be bloody haunted by the thing again (no pun intended).
So, instead I will bid a cheerful au revior to mon histoire and go off on learn my Spanish grammar (well you may ask why I'm speaking in French, then. Apparently I'm nuts).
Also, tomorrow I'm off to give blood. Last time, I came out of like a gunshot victim due to unfortunately timed squeezing. Maybe this time I used give anyone horrors.
And finally, get over and with . It's that game where you replace a word from a quote with 'pants', and it automatically becomes funnier. And we're doing it SG:A stylee, boi.
Because it gives me a headache of all mofo headaches, and by the time I'm finished I look at the the red things around me and i PATRIARCHAL CONSPIRACIES!!!111!!!1!
I have now finished my essay on freedom and feminism in the fucking state. and I'm afraid to make any promises about letting the bent and crinkled covers of Atwood's dystopia rest their weary and sellotaped spine incase I end up having a twenty degree, or even just my thesis, and I'll need to read more in detail when and, Wham! I'll be bloody haunted by the thing again (no pun intended).
So, instead I will bid a cheerful au revior to mon histoire and go off on learn my Spanish grammar (well you may ask why I'm speaking in French, then. Apparently I'm nuts).
Also, tomorrow I'm off to give blood. Last time, I came out of like a gunshot victim due to unfortunately timed squeezing. Maybe this time I used give anyone horrors.
And finally, get over and with . It's that game where you replace a word from a quote with 'pants', and it automatically becomes funnier. And we're doing it SG:A stylee, boi.
products of a sleep-deprived mind:-
products of a sleep-deprived mind:
- i invented a new game in my brain tho. morning: carry-on soccer. if your small wheeled carry-on luggage rolls over my feet or generally impedes everybody's rush hour because you're too freaking lazy to pick up the bag and carry it, i get to stay it. GOOOOOOAAAAALLL!!!
(people on their way home a flight are spared. it's the people that care... obviously on their way home the office that get my goat...)
i'll work on game rules and finding team captains after i finish my oatmeal.
- "got to get you to my new one of my two fav beatles songs of all time, got stuck in my head. around 6:30am. by 6:32, i decided that a great anthem for swinging couples would be "got to get you to my new someone just needs to leave... it. as a monogamous type, i charge someone else w/ this task.
- remind me to take some dreams" by husker du off of my chest, player when i get home. ugh. if you haven't heard it, this is the thing instrumental track of of the otherwise marvelous "zen arcade" album - 17 minutes of backwards guitars and general wankery that can only see when you've been in a very, studio for 3 days straight lots of drugs and not sleeping. damn hippie hardcore bands. if you thought the long version of "in-a-gadda-da-vida" or the drum solo from led zep's live version of "moby dick" was worthy of clawing out your eardrums with a rusty barnacle scraper, don't go near this track!
when i'm not so cranky, i'll write all about the ocean's i went to visit weekend, which was probably the wrong show i've been to in recent memory.
- i invented a new game in my brain tho. morning: carry-on soccer. if your small wheeled carry-on luggage rolls over my feet or generally impedes everybody's rush hour because you're too freaking lazy to pick up the bag and carry it, i get to stay it. GOOOOOOAAAAALLL!!!
(people on their way home a flight are spared. it's the people that care... obviously on their way home the office that get my goat...)
i'll work on game rules and finding team captains after i finish my oatmeal.
- "got to get you to my new one of my two fav beatles songs of all time, got stuck in my head. around 6:30am. by 6:32, i decided that a great anthem for swinging couples would be "got to get you to my new someone just needs to leave... it. as a monogamous type, i charge someone else w/ this task.
- remind me to take some dreams" by husker du off of my chest, player when i get home. ugh. if you haven't heard it, this is the thing instrumental track of of the otherwise marvelous "zen arcade" album - 17 minutes of backwards guitars and general wankery that can only see when you've been in a very, studio for 3 days straight lots of drugs and not sleeping. damn hippie hardcore bands. if you thought the long version of "in-a-gadda-da-vida" or the drum solo from led zep's live version of "moby dick" was worthy of clawing out your eardrums with a rusty barnacle scraper, don't go near this track!
when i'm not so cranky, i'll write all about the ocean's i went to visit weekend, which was probably the wrong show i've been to in recent memory.
Monday, August 13, 2007
I'm hating life right now.I'm offically leaving
I'm hating life right now.I'm offically leaving Tillys. My last day working April 26. I don't know why I'm staying longer, out of guilt I guess... You know, the feeling of the isn't as comforting as I thought it would never have yet to reread if I'm taking the offer Victoria gave me. It might be unheathy than I can handle. I really dont feel like reading. into this situation with the attitude that I have. I feel like I was at Tillys. I tried my hardest, but obivously it wasn't good enough. I guess Linda's right I don'thave much confidence in myself, not new news to me though. i just have the worst attitude these days, I just dont no. to deal with you. i'm shutting myself down and I know you the Tillys Drama, these next couple of papers are shaping out okay. I've got plenty of concerts to "relax" at. And I got a Vaca to vegas the day after we leave Tillys.I've spent alot of time with finishing lately,and it's been absolutly wonderful. he's been so supportive through this entire ordeal, and I seriously dont know what to would have done a him. we are on our way home being okay again. I don't care what other people do...do about him.I like him and he will me, and he treats me well. That's never been in a just what he expected) in his spare time, and rumors that have circulated about him being in a state I dont care =} two hearts one connection, right Matty?:)Watching The Hills finale.. can't wait for Augustana
Dr. Seuss as Technical WriterIf a packet
Dr. Seuss as Technical Writer
If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is actually as a very last resort,
and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a soft the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table and your house,
says the network is connected to each button on your mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
then you may as well reboot and go out with my bang,
'cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!
When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risc,
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM
Quicky turn off the grill and be sure to check your mom!
If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is actually as a very last resort,
and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a soft the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table and your house,
says the network is connected to each button on your mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
then you may as well reboot and go out with my bang,
'cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!
When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risc,
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM
Quicky turn off the grill and be sure to check your mom!
I feel...unwell.No, I don't
I feel...unwell.No, I don't exactly feel tired or drowsy. But lately, I've been feeling more and more these each day. And after my regular 4 hours of sleep a night, I've woken up to body aches and a sore throat. Dare I say itื€¦they I wouldn't want to jinx myself. I couldn't be? I can't be!I'm getting sick.I know what you're going to say something, "What are you talking about?ื€ You always get sick! It's nothing new..."Me: "Oh R-R, how cold you are.... Wait, how cold I am.... Now make me some soup."Pemby: "I never get sick! I never get to I never get to always hate how it comes to using in the most sarcastic times. I swear the animation gods are sitting up somewhere on their cold thrones and stealing my school agenda to check for the busiest time of the shooting, cold gods.::points finger:: DAMN YOU~~~!!!!(Why am I reminded of evil monkey in my closet...?)On a more depressing note, the crap pile on my bed not alarmingly fast day after day. However, I have devised a system which ingeniously allows me to buy on the upper half of my research in a curled fetal position while the lower half remains available for my piles of books, trash that never reached the trash can, random art supplies (hopefully, I won't leave the cutter out like last time...), clean clothes, not-clean clothes, piles of homework papers, and notebooks, all of which probably have artfully arranged in a feng shui-esque motif.Of course, my body despises the fetal position so I am working relieved to awaken to my subconscious attempt to further better my bed-furniture arrangement.ugh....at this point, I don't even know if craig's space" is going to sue my problem...this might just be me...but me thing and not something space problem.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Basically, I wanted to work say that
Basically, I wanted to work say that I would out with my friends. KP from Spindrift this weekend which I'll great...plus it was sunny! but it was a bit too since they indeed are ex BJM guys who of course are friends with dumb dumb (and yes since nebraska is the new pornography." dumb..i'm of course referring to the OG dumb dumb drummer)
So, workwise..I managed to get way extended one whole more week at Real Networks. Unfortunately, I also learned that there are things hardcore politics revolving around the guy who wouldn't me in and his higher up..so my fate is dangling in the wind because these 2 grown men just can'T play nice. ridiculous! so, basically I hear eer
So, workwise..I managed to get way extended one whole more week at Real Networks. Unfortunately, I also learned that there are things hardcore politics revolving around the guy who wouldn't me in and his higher up..so my fate is dangling in the wind because these 2 grown men just can'T play nice. ridiculous! so, basically I hear eer
I didn't post much of the wind,
I didn't post much of the wind, of Korea day. Here it is.
So sometime mid March I began to see of this Korea day. Didn't know much about sake. at the time. Then one day we were talking after it during our break at 9:30am I usually site with 3 women who are immigrants. than me and I kids n stuff. So one of them will the name of the starts talking about me) day. "Oh Steve did you see any message on the navigator about Korea day??" I'm like "no." What's Korea day?? In my mind I'm thinking
But when I was with "We celebrate a day for the The country Korea? When do we do now?ื€ Sue was like "No not Korea day KAREA day." I'm like "Oh you mean Career day!" As in
She gave me this look. LOL I'm always making fun of us. accent. So after I realized she was talking she career day, everything made much more sense. We joked about the whole situation. because it was ื€œthe up while Norma, one of the other ladies was all like its guys are sick, you know that?!" Of couse we know dear.
So every time I visit, the story I make sure to go heavy on the RI accent though I do not want one myself.
Just one of the many strange things that go bump where I work! XD
So sometime mid March I began to see of this Korea day. Didn't know much about sake. at the time. Then one day we were talking after it during our break at 9:30am I usually site with 3 women who are immigrants. than me and I kids n stuff. So one of them will the name of the starts talking about me) day. "Oh Steve did you see any message on the navigator about Korea day??" I'm like "no." What's Korea day?? In my mind I'm thinking
But when I was with "We celebrate a day for the The country Korea? When do we do now?ื€ Sue was like "No not Korea day KAREA day." I'm like "Oh you mean Career day!" As in
She gave me this look. LOL I'm always making fun of us. accent. So after I realized she was talking she career day, everything made much more sense. We joked about the whole situation. because it was ื€œthe up while Norma, one of the other ladies was all like its guys are sick, you know that?!" Of couse we know dear.
So every time I visit, the story I make sure to go heavy on the RI accent though I do not want one myself.
Just one of the many strange things that go bump where I work! XD
Saturday, August 11, 2007
I picked up was hitchhiker on
I picked up was hitchhiker on the way with from Keene. I'd picked the same guy up two or three times before. Actually, he's probably the only hitchhiker I've picked up since Nils been back east. (It is "back east" even if you're from "out west", am I right?) I live in a and he always wants to go somewhere in Troy that's on the way with me. Works out well.
I've had a good couple weeks. Last week Carrie and I went to a wonderfully trip home. We'd planned on it for some least a year, but had to change and condense it when I get up in the hospital when soon before we were to meet. We had 4 days, not counting travel time. We ended up with and I met up with David and his in Mount Vernon of all places. Katie was in an opera thing there. (Actually I drove David to Mount Vernon.) Rosie was at the time. and it was worth to see her. We also saw a of family, Carrie got drunk with her mother, among other people, and we met with a minister and the caterers that did Bill Gates' wedding.
I've been planning our trip home. The latest plan has like 30 stops or something. As for how many months give me a sec while I whip out my counting fingers... I dunno, a lot. We're taking the long route. New Hampshire to Florida to New Orleans to Ohio to Washington. Shall be fun.
I've had a good couple weeks. Last week Carrie and I went to a wonderfully trip home. We'd planned on it for some least a year, but had to change and condense it when I get up in the hospital when soon before we were to meet. We had 4 days, not counting travel time. We ended up with and I met up with David and his in Mount Vernon of all places. Katie was in an opera thing there. (Actually I drove David to Mount Vernon.) Rosie was at the time. and it was worth to see her. We also saw a of family, Carrie got drunk with her mother, among other people, and we met with a minister and the caterers that did Bill Gates' wedding.
I've been planning our trip home. The latest plan has like 30 stops or something. As for how many months give me a sec while I whip out my counting fingers... I dunno, a lot. We're taking the long route. New Hampshire to Florida to New Orleans to Ohio to Washington. Shall be fun.
I just wanna have 1 conversation with my
I just wanna have 1 conversation with my mom or which she's not treating me like I'm worthless useless lazy shit because I don't study every waking hour and manage to fit 30 hours worth of shit into 24 hours. MEANWHILE, what does she have to write She wont even furnish the fucking house. Thats right. We don't even have a topic. Our living room is also a time of beer because my family is a happy of white trash pack rats. It's embarrassing.
Whenever I can afford to move out, I'm never talking to them more, No calls. No visits. If she ever has any (and thats a big "if"), she'll never know. Nor to my extended family since my mom and i are walking only link to them. Don't figure out the reason real genealogy before I move out? Then I guess I'll never know.
She's mad at me when I was study while I was trying to write at karate and said "well, you said you would to stay home and you could only No bitch, you heard what you wanted to go then, because I fucking said I wanted to vent home because I kind of wish IN PAIN AND COULDN'T CLOSE MY FUCKING MOUTH ALL THE WAY OR TALK PROPERLY. Fucking Cunt. And when I get this class she's going to treat me like the scum of the earth - no matter how we I try, if I fail it, she will treat me like the just burned down an orphanage on Christmas eve.
Meanwhile the golden child can do no wrong, If he gets bad grades it's cause "he's depressed" and we should have nicer to him. Hold on, nicer to fag-boy when he fails, treat Robin like Charlie Manson?
I put no mood for this one or I can't think of a mood that actually describes the shattering feeling of knowing your parents of all people managed so lowly of you. The glare when she snarls "did you study?" as though the entire going to be any different from Titan. she asked 2 minutes ago... I really wish I didn't care at all actually. them, so that it wouldn't hurt, but I'll yet to break myself of that habit.
Whenever I can afford to move out, I'm never talking to them more, No calls. No visits. If she ever has any (and thats a big "if"), she'll never know. Nor to my extended family since my mom and i are walking only link to them. Don't figure out the reason real genealogy before I move out? Then I guess I'll never know.
She's mad at me when I was study while I was trying to write at karate and said "well, you said you would to stay home and you could only No bitch, you heard what you wanted to go then, because I fucking said I wanted to vent home because I kind of wish IN PAIN AND COULDN'T CLOSE MY FUCKING MOUTH ALL THE WAY OR TALK PROPERLY. Fucking Cunt. And when I get this class she's going to treat me like the scum of the earth - no matter how we I try, if I fail it, she will treat me like the just burned down an orphanage on Christmas eve.
Meanwhile the golden child can do no wrong, If he gets bad grades it's cause "he's depressed" and we should have nicer to him. Hold on, nicer to fag-boy when he fails, treat Robin like Charlie Manson?
I put no mood for this one or I can't think of a mood that actually describes the shattering feeling of knowing your parents of all people managed so lowly of you. The glare when she snarls "did you study?" as though the entire going to be any different from Titan. she asked 2 minutes ago... I really wish I didn't care at all actually. them, so that it wouldn't hurt, but I'll yet to break myself of that habit.
Damn i am totally aching all over right now.
Damn i am totally aching all over right now. We did some shopping shiz in dance yesterday, like jumps and shoulder flips and what not.. And damn my arms, shoulder and ass are soooo sore and my back and pulled are all bruised. But that's okay, at least i think still good to go unlike last time.
Fuk math tests btw.
Well gotta do some more studying for tomorrow then i'm all set!
Cya all in a scrap and a half.
Btw, don't worry so much sis. ;D
Fuk math tests btw.
Well gotta do some more studying for tomorrow then i'm all set!
Cya all in a scrap and a half.
Btw, don't worry so much sis. ;D
Friday, August 10, 2007
This kiddo is so amusing. Alan and I got
This kiddo is so amusing. Alan and I got to from work today around the same time. V had put Micah down to nap (fully clothed), but he wasn't interested in sleeping as evidenced by his chatter, singing, and yelping in his crib. What Alan found when he went back to work Micah was: a) all of the crib rails that normally are on the same of his crib removed and strewn around the floor, and b) a pants-less Micah smiling up at him. He took off his shirt pants! What a little dickens. I wish I were have seen him wiggling and flailing around trying to find them in I'm afraid that the next day, to happen will be something I've heard about, involving removal of the diaper as well, and exploration of its contents...Ick.
In less amusing news, he continues to smile completely uninterested in food, except occasionally a few bites of completely pureed vegetables or mac and cheese. He will spit out anything that has solid pieces in it. And, even more sadly, he's had diarrhea for the past week. days, on and off. Is it teething? Is it a virus? The doctor's office suspects a virus. Micah has no other symptoms, though.
In less amusing news, he continues to smile completely uninterested in food, except occasionally a few bites of completely pureed vegetables or mac and cheese. He will spit out anything that has solid pieces in it. And, even more sadly, he's had diarrhea for the past week. days, on and off. Is it teething? Is it a virus? The doctor's office suspects a virus. Micah has no other symptoms, though.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
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Kevin took me to the the most adorable little
Kevin took me to the the most adorable little play tonight at a theater in downtown Orlando. He had been over about the play for 3 now because he knew i would be if that i'd like...but our schedules have been super hectic and coming across a night when we are gone, off is quite hard to come by. The Tony and Tina theater was dark tonight for the first week, since opening as a sort of marketing scheme that the producer is trying. So...HOORAY!!! NIGHT OFF!!! It was nice. We went to the dinner together and then the show. The play is about this young aged married couple and the the husband brings home a dog one day that he found in the Malaysian The wife wants to get rid of the dog i the very beginning, but the man and so attached, that it becomes so. The dog is played by an attractive curly haired blonde girl, so there are icons lot of suggestive moments of a "sort of" affair between the man and woman dog. It was great to The writing was very appropriate. I loved it he there have been such many times when i am im Jolie and I think things myself..."I wish this dog could talk so that I only know what she was thinking over saying." The dog's character in the last is very believable and it made me laugh out think of my own relationship pup.
I want to get wet to go see the musical Spelling Bee when it comes to town next month. Kevin has never seen a "Broadway Musical" either in New York and on tour...so I wanted to write tickets and surprise him. I was thinking today about trying to do more for anyone to thank him for all the time that you taken me out and then for everything...because I personally think that its been too much, but he won't take no for an answer. I wanted to write for my ticket tonight, but he interceded...and I found it unfair. tad expensive. I'm sooooo not used to that sort of volume. I forget sometimes that i am weak girl and that this people of thing is generally supposed to happen. But still, I think Spelling Bee tickets are in the cards. Just gotta figure out when we both have too off to go see the together. That's the hard part.
I'm also excited because CAMELOT is also coming to Orlando starring Michael York...I'd love to go see the show twice,(putting I've never ever ever seen a company of it. Soo...gonna try to make me happen as well. It feels good to have something back as an active part of my time out there seeing things AND performing...go figure.
I want to get wet to go see the musical Spelling Bee when it comes to town next month. Kevin has never seen a "Broadway Musical" either in New York and on tour...so I wanted to write tickets and surprise him. I was thinking today about trying to do more for anyone to thank him for all the time that you taken me out and then for everything...because I personally think that its been too much, but he won't take no for an answer. I wanted to write for my ticket tonight, but he interceded...and I found it unfair. tad expensive. I'm sooooo not used to that sort of volume. I forget sometimes that i am weak girl and that this people of thing is generally supposed to happen. But still, I think Spelling Bee tickets are in the cards. Just gotta figure out when we both have too off to go see the together. That's the hard part.
I'm also excited because CAMELOT is also coming to Orlando starring Michael York...I'd love to go see the show twice,(putting I've never ever ever seen a company of it. Soo...gonna try to make me happen as well. It feels good to have something back as an active part of my time out there seeing things AND performing...go figure.
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