January 31, 2003
Evening Entertainment
Just about to throw on a movie. Eric was invited to go "ghetto bowling" but declined. I tried to convince him we should crash it, since I wasn't expressly invited. "BUT you should COME BOWLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOWLING ROCKS, if i remember correctly" to quote the organizer. But he's a bit smarter than me. Although going "ghetto bowling" with a bunch of people who don't know what a real ghetto is could be a lot of evil fun, its probably a bad idea. Afterall, the keywords are evil fun, not real fun, or great fun. Eric and I would just be causing trouble. So we bought Amelie and the Patriot and some Ben&Jerry's. Eric also got me a huge thing of kitty litter and a Poo Igloo. I, of course, had to agree to call it a Poo Igloo. So movies and ice cream it is, because MOVIES ROCK!!!!!!!
[Please forgive the extensive use of Capitalization in the preceeding journal entry with the knowledge that it was done in the name of evil fun, not by convention.]
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Childrens
Eric and I visited the Murrays last night. Being with all those great kids made me feel almost instantly better. They're the kind of children that give you hope for the future. I even had the girls doing yoga. That made me think it'd be awfully fun to teach yoga to youngsters.
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Help Me Doctor
So, I went to see my doctor today. She has referred me to the Jewish Family Services for a counselor. I'll also be seeing another plastic surgeon to remove some of my dissolvable stitches that aren't dissolving. I've got a follow-up in another month to see if I'll need medications and for a basic physical. Hopefully all of this will make me feel better.
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pro bowl
Joe: Let me think, watching football vs. heavy breathing and moaning...
Sarah: But those are the sounds I make while watching football.
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January 30, 2003
I'm an OS
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Which OS are You?
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I Do
When I'm done with thinking, then I'm done with you.
When I'm done with crying, then I'm done with you.
When I feel so tired, then I'm done with you.
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way
And I do...
You can't hear it, but I do.
You can't hear it, but I do.
You're trying to convince me that what I've done's not right.
I get so frustrated, I stay up every night.
You ask me for an answer, and I'm so tired and I'm up in the air.
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way
And I do.
You can't hear it, but I do.
You can't hear it, but I'm feeling this way just because you say
I will be ignored.
I will be denied.
I could be erased.
I could be brushed aside
I will get scared, and I will get shoved down,
But I feel like I do because you push me around.
I'm starting to ignore you, I've doubted you so long.
I'm tired of overthinking, I know you don't belong.
Now I'm asking questions - no one pushes me around.
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -
And I do.
You can't hear it, but I do.
You don't seem angry, but I do.
I do
[Lisa Loeb]
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Fuzzy Ice Cream
My ice cream has freezer burn. I never realized this happened to ice cream (except in freak situations where there's something wrong with the freezer). Does it actually go bad? I think this stuff has been in there for over two weeks. Ice cream usually doesn't last that long around me or my family, so I'm not quite sure of the rules.
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January 29, 2003
New Winter Look
CriminalGrace.com has a new winter look. It was inspired by the windchimes (or Christmas garland, depending on your view) which hang in the window of my room. Let me know what you think...
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New Toy
I used my Christmas present and got a Rio S35S at Best Buy today. I've had my eye on sports MP3 players for a few months now and finally decided it was time. It's not the most high-tech player on the market, but it's just right for me. I don't really want 10GB of storage or mini-disc recording capabilities, just a compact, light-weight MP3 player that I can strap onto my arm and take to the gym.
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Bowling For Columbine
I should mention that I went to see Bowling for Columbine last weekend. I'm not quite sure why I didn't mention it then... Anyway, Sam and I caught it at the Bijou on Friday night. It was good. Really good. For most of the movie, I was laughing. When I wasn't laughing, I was crying. I don't imagine everyone was brought to tears by the scenes in Flint, Michigan, but they tore me up. They show footage of neighborhoods and local businesses and while I hear people in the theatre going "oh my god," "how horrible", and "wow" all I can think is home. That house Michael Moore shows over and over again could've been any one in my neighborhood and it wasn't until I grew up that I realized why people would gasp at such a scene. The movie made me ashamed of my home and love it with a kind of pity and beleaguered pride at the same time. Aside from the scenes from back home, I was moved by the message about gun violence in America. As a culture we're incredibly delusional. The longer we pretend its not our fault, the worse things will get and the more poor little houses we'll end up crying over.
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distance
Wpieric: distance is the only cure
parzlee: how's 50 feet?
Wpieric: umm
Wpieric: don't think that will cut it
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January 28, 2003
Compass Rose
I talked to Barbie tonight. I can't say it made me feel better, but it didn't make me feel any worse. It just turned me around a bit. It also made me realize that I need to take more serious steps toward help. This obviously isn't going to blow over, and the problem sure as hell isn't going away anytime soon (it's going to eat my food and beg favors until May), so I need to do something. And I need to do it now, before I lose another four months of my life.
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Tell It, Sister
I'm on a Liz Phair kick, which in psychological terms is much better than a Fiona Apple or Tori Amos kick. Its evidence of spunk and anger, not just pain and suffering. I think... Maybe I'm just trying to talk myself into feeling better when I know its going to take more than talk.
I'll see you around, every hollow has its favorite sound And my heart is holding on... -White Chocolate Space Egg
But if I'd known
How that would sound to you
I would have stayed in your bed
For the rest of my life
Just to prove I was right
That it's harder to be friends than lovers
And you shouldn't try to mix the two
Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy
Then you know that the problem is you
-Divorce Song
And oh, all the tears In four tiny years Oh look at me, I'm frightening my friends... You better roll me home -Crater Lake
Don't be fooled by him he's fine... He's an on and off friend of mine
Don't be so rude. I was only trying to make conversation. Pay back or down. This is not going anywhere... I'm just trying to get a handle on this I'm just trying to figure out where I stand. I'm just trying. So sue me for trying. -Dead Shark
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January 27, 2003
Whoa Nellie
I have to thank my cousin Ben for making such a fine mix. When he visited after Thanksgiving, I let him go through my collection of MP3s and make a few mix CDs. I never really paid much attention to his selections - just burned them and forgot about them. Then tonight I noticed his playlist and decided to take it for a spin. I really dig it.
- Hella Good [No Doubt]
- Little Less Conversation [Elvis & JXL]
- Hot Rod Lincoln [Commander Cody]
- See You Baby [Groove Armada]
- Lust For Life [Iggy Pop]
- Ring Of Fire [Johnny Cash]
- Stay [Lisa Loeb]
- I Do [Lisa Loeb]
- Rollout [Ludacris]
- Days Go By [Dirty Vegas]
- Hypnotize [Notorious BIG]
- Mrs. Jackson [Outkast]
- Black Betty [Ram Jam]
- 1979 [Smashing Pumpkins]
- Lady Shave [Gus Gus]
- Stayin' Alive [Wycleff Jean]
- Hoochie Mama [2 Live Crew]
- Tootsie Roll [69 Boys]
- Smooth Criminal [Alien Ant Farm]
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Stupid Urges
I seem to have an overabundance of ideas right now. I keep thinking of all the things I could do with enough time, motivation, and funding. But most of these urges are stupid because they're nowhere near as important as the other things I have to do, like school and work. So, I'm excersizing them here:
Stupid Urge #1: Create crafty website with how-to's and inspirational projects. The kind of thing that I might eventually be able to sell advertising on (if internet advertising ever picks up again) and turn into a kind of e-zine.
Stupid Urge #2: Move. I know I've got just a few more months here, but sometimes I just want to have a place where I don't need to worry about roommates. But then again, I'd be lonely and completely broke without them. Damnit. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
Stupid Urge #3: Write a novel. I know, everyone says they're working on a novel. It's so cliched. But I think its something I could do, even if not very well.
Stupid Urge #4: Lip Balm. I've been seriously wondering why that lip balm scheme from last year never worked. It was a good idea, but we never executed it.
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What Time Is It?
I can't believe its the last week of January already. Time has just flown by, leaving me here in its wake. I've been back for two weeks now, but it feels more like two days. Where has all the time gone?
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January 26, 2003
Best Super Bowl Commercial
My favorite commercials, by far, were Budweiser's. The best was Replay, featuring a clydesdale football instant replay. "That referee's a jackass." "Nope. I believe that's a zebra."
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Super Bowl Sunday
I'm off to the Big Red House to watch the Super Bowl tonight. I even made little football shaped cookies to take with me. It should be a good time, and in some way a lot nicer than hosting my own party.
UPDATE: And the Bucs won. Who called it several weeks ago? That's right, yours truly. The party was good - Jami made lots of good food and was a wonderful hostess. My only complaint was that everyone would talk during the game and fall silent during the commercials. Now, I like the commercials as much as the next person, but they're quite as important as the game. Worst is when non-football fans decide to talk during a game - they'll talk right through the best parts because they don't know any better, or just lack the respect. It was lively conversation though, just made it hard to watch and analyze the live action.
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January 24, 2003
Playing Doctor
One of the funniest events of the last week: A stitch broke through a few days ago, causing me quite a bit of discomfort. So, I asked Sam if he'd cut it for me. We got out the flashlight, tweezers, and scissors and got rid of the pesky thing. Talking about it later, I said that it brought a whole new meaning to playing doctor. Sam got a kick out of it and suggested that when anyone asks what we had done that night, that we answer "played doctor." Somehow, even with everything else going on, it was still funny.
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January 23, 2003
Stretching the Truth
I'm thinking about going to yoga today. I mean it. Seriously, unlike the times I've thought about it in the last two weeks, today might be the day. I've been able to do most of my stretches and my energy level is pretty much normal. My stamina is down a bit, but that's something that has to be built up. I'm still a little worried about putting too much stress on my scars. Lifting hasn't really done that - I've avoided full arm extensions that might pull on the scars - but I worry that yoga will. Downward dog especially. I tried it a couple days ago and didn't feel any stress, but I didn't go all of the way into it and only held it for a couple breaths. And you know me, I like to go all the way.
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Third Law
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. [Newton's Third Law]
I think perhaps the third law of physics doesn't apply outside of the mechanical world. Sometimes, nothing of a hard day's work. And other times, you can throw your soul at someone and recieve nothing in return. No matter how much you give, you're not always going to get an "equal" amount. Why not? Maybe all of life should follow the rules of physics. Then there might not be as much hurt and injustice in the world.
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January 22, 2003
Offline
So first, our cable goes out. I decide to walk the mall for a while until it comes back on. When I get back, the power's out. So even if the cable outage was fixed, I wouldn't know. How annoying. I enjoyed a candle-light dinner in my warm gas-heated apartment though. And read a few short stories from Stephen King's "Everythings Eventual" by candle as well. I actually liked having the candles lit and not hearing the hum of CPUs and refridgerators everywhere.
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January 20, 2003
Laundromats
Are there any large-scale laundromats in Worcester? You know, the kind with indsutrial size front-loading washers and super-fast dryers. There are plenty of them back home, but I haven't seen any here. I'd really like to find one - they're so much more efficient than all the rinky dink ones around here.
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Snowflakes Keep Fallin' On My Head
My greeting this morning was "Yes, you psycho, its snowing." Even though I hadn't looked outside yet, the fact that Sam was already grumpy about it meant I'd be pleased with the weather. The only bad thing about the weather is that the wind is blowing hard. I can hear it whistling around the building and making the whole place creak. It kind of negates that small rise in temperature too. Ohhhh well. Its the price you have to pay for a little snow!
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January 19, 2003
Just Call Me Cleo
I might not be ready to start up a psychic hotline, but I was accurate in my pick for the SuperBowl. I watched the Bucs and the Raiders battle their way into the championship game today. It wasn't as exciting as the Patriots' lucky bid at the bowl last year, but they were two well-played games. There were no real blow-outs - just good match-ups that tested both sides. I'd also like to mention that Sam started gloating after the Eagles explosive kickoff return, which led to a touchdown. Said something like "Aren't you glad we didn't wager on this? I'd hate to have taken your money." I just smiled. He was, of course, eating his words by halftime and swearing up and down that he liked the Buccaneers best. I wasn't afraid of a friendly wager involving alcohol, household chores, slavery, public embarassment, or the like. It would've been fun. And damnit, I would've won. There's always next week though...
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January 18, 2003
Day Trip
Woke up late this morning to a message from Liz, asking me if I could be ready to go to Boston with her in 15 minutes. Well, it took a smidge longer than 15 minutes because I was talking to Eric, but I went. We drove into Alston to meet up with a couple of Liz's friends from high school. Strange that they should end up near Boston when they started out in Arizona. Anyway, we grabbed a few souped up dogs at Spike's, browsed the wine at the liquor store, hung out at their apartment, and then tried to catch Adaption at the theatres in Fenway. We got there just in time to catch the last matinee, but the lines to get tickets were insanely long. So that plan got scrapped in favor of Boston Billiards. We had a few drinks and played a few games of pool, but only after we lost Liz because of an art supply store and found her waiting at the truck, like a lost child. By the time we got back to their apartment to regroup and pick up a few roommates, it was time to head out to dinner at the infamous Pho's. Now, Pho's isn't anything spectacular - just a good Vietnamese restaurant close to the guys' apartment - but Liz has special memories associated with it, so she raves about it constantly. It the food was really good, but mostly it was nice to be out with such a fun group of people.
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January 17, 2003
Suck It Up
So today I surprized myself at the gym and managed 21 minutes on the bike. The first ten minutes have always been the hardest for me physically and mentally, but once I get past them I can for another hour. So today I just sucked it up and broke through the barrier. Once I did that, it was easy. Go figure.
And to top it all off, it appears as if I've lost about four to five pounds since yesterday. I don't know if I believe it, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth. This also means I can reach my next goal pretty easily (210) by the end of the term.
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Talk Sex
There's something obscenely funny about an old woman wearing a marrital aid on her chin and making three grown men so embarassed that they can't speak. Conan had the old lady from Talk Sex on tonight and she showed her bag of hot stuff, all in a very frank, septegenarian type way. It was disturbing but intriguing. Now I know why everyone is talking about her show that airs on the Oxygen network. I was nearly in tears it was so funny.
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January 16, 2003
We Could Make Bee-utiful Music Together
Maybe not. I got my bassoon out today for about the first time in two years. I wasn't very good. The first ten minutes were reminiscent of a moose in heat. After that it got a little better - I'd compare it to a sick goose. Actually, by the end when I thought my lips were going to fall off, it started to sound half-way decent. I found some music that I really recognized and dove in. My fingers and style are coming back quickly, but I think it will take a few more weeks of steady practice for my embouchure to catch up. If I really try, I can find respectable tone, but I can't control it well for long. I sound like a bassoonist without any sense of pitch - except that I hear all those notes that run flat or sharp because of instrument tendancies or inadequate support. We made it through nearly 45 minutes of practice though. I say we because Dan also had to suffer through it. At this rate the Weber Concerto could be ready for an early spring sufficiency recital.
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How Exhausting
Since I complained about being out of shape, I went to the gym this afternoon. I made a couple circuits of the leg machines before a bike opened up. But once I got on the bike, I found that it was exhausting. I managed 10 minutes, even with good music on the walkman and sexy guys behind the glass. Tomorrow I'm shooting for 15.
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No Parking
I haven't had too many problems with parking lately, but I haven't been driving as much. The landlords are going to begin enforcing the one parking space per apartment rule, which kind of sucks. Because of the snow, there haven't been enough spaces in the lot for all of the regulars, so I often find myself parking on the street. My biggest problem has been dealing with the parents who clog the street with their cars when school lets out. Anyway, Dan and I flipped a coin tonight to see who got the one and only parking sticker. He called heads, and it landed tails, so I get it. We'll see if I actually get a space in the lot once I have a sticker...
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January 15, 2003
The Big Cost of Little Breasts
Now that I've got these wonderful, smaller breasts the rest of my body is paying a high price for them. I'll be five weeks post-op tomorrow and I've already noticed the effects of surgery and the requisite inactivity. Not only am I still weak, a lot of my muscle tone has disappeared. Don't get me wrong - I've still got more muscle than the average girl, but its not in top shape. My shoulders have lost their spunk and definition, my stomach is showing the few extra pounds I put on, and my butt isn't as perky. The worst by far are my calves. If I flex them, the muscle is still big and bulky, but when they're relaxed, they quiver like a bowl of semi-set jello. Now that my breasts are feeling good and my energy level is up, I think its time to start hitting the gym. Walking around the mall just doesn't cut it with this body.
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Who's a Hypocrite?
D'oh. Yesterday, Sam had a few songs on his playlist that just cut me to the bone. I closed my door so that I wouldn't have to listen to them. Then I realized this morning that most of them were on my own playlist. So in my warped mood, I was allowed to play them, but he wasn't. I feel like a jerk now that I'm in better spirits.
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Mother Jones
My mother sent me home with a magazine called Mother Jones that she picked up at work. I really don't know much about its history, but the content is liberal politics and issues. As a writer, I can see the liberal bias spilling out between sentences, but as a liberal, I can identify with it. The magazine makes me want to do something and at the same time nothing because there's too much to do.
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Solace
Just need to say that I had a slightly drunken conversation with Caitlin that made me feel a bit better. And definately more empowered. Just knowing that I'm not the only one that feels like they've been run through Sam's wringer makes me stronger. However, its quite sad to think that anyone else has endured the pain I have, and that more probably will.
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January 14, 2003
Not All Is Lost
Well, except maybe my father's teeth. That's right, he had his lower teeth pulled this morning to make way for a full set of dentures. He already has the top and has been wearing a partial on the bottom for years. It was only a matter of time before Dr. Plotnick decided he wanted them all. Of course, I think he's doing it to get rid of my dad - seeing his ugly teeth for decades can't be fun. Hee hee. His friends want to call him "Toothless Grampaw" but I don't want to be rushed into anything...
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Give Peace a Chance
I want to go to war. I figure writing this entry is a step towards peace (at least in the inner sense). I mean, that's what this journal is for, to get things off my chest and start to work them out, right? So, yeah. I feel like fighting, but not with Iraqis. I want to beat Sam until he cries (which wouldn't take long). Right now I'm trying really hard not to let my disappointment in him turn to hate. He's been disappointing me for quite a while now, and I've been able to deal with it up until now. When I left to have surgery over six weeks ago, I asked him to pick up my mail and send it to me. When I asked him about it in early December he hadn't checked yet. My bills come in the last week of the month or the first couple days, so I asked him to check before he left for break. I heard nothing, so I figured there might be a problem with my addresses again. By then, I'd had surgery and the last thing on my mind was my mail - I thought I'd arranged to have it taken care of... So, now that I'm back, I checked it myself. Guess what I found? Bills and mail dated from late November, even a package slip. I started to get mad, but still gave him the benefit of the doubt (with him, I always do, even if he doesn't deserve it). The more I thought about it though, the more upset I got. So, when he got home and asked me how I was doing, I was honest: Great until I checked my mail - and by the way, did you check it? He said he did around the time I bugged him about it and that he tried again after classes were out, but that the Campus Center was closed. I just wanted to cry. And now I am. Not because of the late fees I'm going to pay and the black marks on my credit report but because I don't like this feeling of disappointment and betrayal. So here I am, fighting mad because I hate the way I feel. All I want is a little peace in my life and maybe a better friend. Damn this war in my heart.
Ain't gonna waste my hate
No, no ain't got time to waste my hate on you
Yea, I think I'm gonna keep it all for myself
Good day, how do
And I send a smile to you
Don't waste, waste your breath
And I won't waste my hate on you
-Metallica
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January 13, 2003
Quicker Picker Upper
I was in a foul mood this evening. Nothing seemed to be going my way. So after sulking for a while, I got the idea to throw in one of the Bugs Bunny videos I brought back with me. It did the trick. I can't say I'm happy, but my bad mood has just about evaporated. Who knew Looney Tunes could be such a great pick-me-up?
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Decyphering Dreams
I had several dreams Saturday night that I just can't seem to shake. I don't remember the entirety of any of them, just several vivid chunks. In the first, I emerged from my mother's house to find dozens of dead birds in the backyard. The interesting thing is that none of the birds were native to our area- they were big collossal beasts like Ostriches, Albatross, and Eagles. I don't know what killed them or how they got there, but I remember not wanting to touch them. I also had to keep my dogs from chewing on them.
In the other dream, I somehow posessed a dilapidated mansion and storefront. I wasn't the sole owner, but I don't remember who my partners were. A rich old widow who lived across the street was giving us financial support to restore it. In the process of explaining this to my partners, I climbed along the roof, looking at things and studying the architecture. When I came to a decorative tower, I climbed up it, only to have it topple from the building as I tried to decend it. I fell face first towards the ground and awoke with a start to find I was sleeping on my stomach (and that my breasts ached from the forbidden pressure).
So, what do all these things mean? I've looked in several dream dictionaries, but they're rather vague and only mildly helpful.
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Walk Away
Oh no here comes that sun again
That means another day without you my friend
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself
And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else
And it's so hard to do and so easy to say
But sometimes sometimes you just have to walk away
With so many people to love in my life
Why do I worry about one?
-Ben Harper
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January 12, 2003
Deployment
I heard a rumor that the US was deploying more troops to the Middle East last week. Now its definite, and includes WPI students. Sam is already complaining that they're sending his friends and relatives to war. Its kind of disappointing to see some of my fellow students called to active duty in the middle of projects and classes, but its why they get free rides. Its part of the deal they willingly made to defend our country and its interests. I won't argue that this war is well justified because I'm not actually sure that its in our best interests. But I don't see the injustice in the deploymet of troops. I wouldn't want to be deployed right now, but then again, that's why I never enlisted.
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Where's the Line?
Where do you draw the line between what's platonic and what's not? Sam and I were doing pretty good since I came back, friendly, but not flirty. I even showed him my new boobs (but then again, I'll show them to just about anybody that wants to see them, so nothing special there). Since I was going to the mall yesterday, I took him along. And I'll be damned if he didn't start acting all couple-y. It wasn't bad until he felt the need to grab my ass in the middle of the crowded mall. He also tried to swat at my chest a few times. It wasn't exactly platonic, given our past transgressions. So I got a little bitchier, making sharper verbal jabs and trying to put a little more space between us, but without being too mean. I didn't want to make him feel unwelcome, but I also didn't want to be the one to clean up our mess again. So, where exactly is the line? And how exactly do I police it?
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Football Fanatic
So, I've been watching football all day, in an attempt to make up for not watching yesterday. I didn't expect any of yesterday's games to be very exciting or particularly interesting to me, but I definately made the wrong call on the exciting part. Turns out I missed a really tight game. But I got the full update on yesterday's games from Sam, who I would like to add did not pick the Bucs to win today's early game, probably because I did. I'm also picking the Raiders, but I would really like to see this one a little closer. Personally I'd like to see the Raiders and Bucs in the Super Bowl. At which point, people like Sam will become Bucs fans again. He runs hot and cold with football teams, but that par for the course for him.
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Happy Birthday Jami!
Just got back from a fun-filled birthday celebration for Jami Walsh. We blindfolded her and stole her away for a night of games and food at Dave and Buster's in Providence. Its really an interesting place, although really packed on a Saturday night, overflowing with kids, chain-smoking "cool" people, and everyday-joes. I'd forgotten how much fun ski ball could be. We gave Jami all of our tickets so she could get a big souveneir of her birthday surprize and she ended up with so many that she had enough left over to buy each of us a shot glass. It was loads of fun, even if it was a late night. And it was so great to see everyone after a couple months away.
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January 11, 2003
Shiver Me Timbers
Its cold. To help the boys out, I left my door closed while I was gone for the last six weeks. As a result, it was rather chilly when I got home last night. Its warmed up quite a bit, but not quite enough. I'm pretty comfortable in my tank top, long-sleeve shirt, and heavy wool sweater, but my hands are still freezing. I've been trying to keep the door to my room open to let some more heat in, but I think this is about as good as its going to get.
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Hi-Five
I'm gonna go all high school on you and give my cousin Tara a hi-five. She deserves it. At the end of the week she was moved up from the Freshman cheerleading squad to Varsity. She's that good. Its too bad she got promoted after I left because I would've loved to see her fly at a Varsity basketball game.
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January 10, 2003
Back in Town
I could say a lot here, since I haven't written in days, but I'm too tired. The reason I'm writing is to let everyone know that I have arrived safely in Worcester. And a very white Worcester at that.
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January 04, 2003
Feasting on Scraps
several times in several ways I'll try to squeeze love from you
several hours and several ways I'll feast on scraps thrown from you
I have bent for you and I've deprived for you and I'm done
I have depressed for you and contorted for you and I'm done
I have stifled for you and I've compromised for you and I'm done
I have silenced for you and sacrificed for you and I'm done
-Bent 4 U
Alanis Morissette released a new album called "Feast On Scraps" a few weeks ago. I haven't bought it yet, but I understand that its a multimedia album - an enhanced CD of mostly unreleased material and a DVD of one of her concerts and a few extras. Sounds like an interesting concept. Its a bit unconventional, but her fans should like it. I for one like the tone of the album. Maybe that's just me and my present mood, but I'm digging the tracks I downloaded.
To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me.
I'm sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else.
I'm sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else.
-Sorry to Myself
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Resolutions
Good thing that I didn't resolve to write in my journal everyday. And have I ever mentioned that I think New Year's Resolutions are a bunch of hooey? I mean, sure, the end of the year may be a good time to take account of your life, but I don't see why resolutions can't be made at any time. Why resovle at Christmas to lose weight in the new year and then wait until January first to do something about it? I also don't understand why some people just have to make a New Year's Resolution. The whole thing is overrated. That's not to say that I don't have resolutions of my own, but I can assure you that they have nothing to do with needing a new calendar. So, here they are, in no particular order:
1. Graduate from WPI. Sounds easy enough, yet I haven't been able to do it. I think I'm afraid. I'm not sure whether its fear of failure or the future, but getting over my fear will be the biggest hurdle in moving on with my projects and finally graduating.
2. Find a Home. I have to decide once and for all where I want to make my home. Massachusetts, Maine, and Michigan have been home in the plans I've made. But I can't live in limbo much longer - once my degree is finished (and even before then) I have to make a decision and move on it.
3. Continue Losing Weight. For the last two years I've been making a sincere effort to get into shape and rid my body of the weight that limits my life. I need to keep doing that, despite whatever else is going on in my life. I also need to be careful with my new breasts, which means no yoga or jogging for another 4-6 weeks, no matter how much I want to do it now.
4. Get Out More. Too often I find myself sitting at home doing nothing when I could be out with friends, studying at the library, working, or volunteering. Getting myself moving again, even if its just being more social, will benefit every aspect of my life.
5. Drop the Dead Weight. This means letting go of the things that are bringing me down, holding me back, and crushing my spirit. I already shed some of that dead weight by leaving Tech News. There's another 240 pounds of jerk that desperately needs to be dropped, no matter how much it hurts.
6. Hit the Books. Simply put, I need to spend more time in the library. I also miss reading (other than blogs and news) for pleasure because I just don't do enough of it.
7. Mend My Heart. When I was frustrating with man-hunting last fall Eric made me realize that it wouldn't be satisfying until I did it for the right reasons. He knew that I was doing it to hide and ease the pain of a broken heart, even if I didn't. So, now I need to work on my heart and my self-esteem. To hell with the hearts of others and damn my esteem for them. (Not a bad start, eh?)
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