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[Dec. 10th, 2006|06:13 pm] |
i'm thinking that maybe UPS should stop offering such detailed package tracking. quite frankly i already think they're fairly inept; i perhaps do not need to be able to watch an anticipated package go from indianapolis to san pablo to oakland... and then back to san pablo.
i don't know. i'm just sayin'. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2006|06:45 pm] |
sometimes i feel like the only people who are really present in my life are kristyn, william, and kacie.
this feeling mostly comes about when i realize they are the only three people who ever comment on my myspace.
pls advise. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2006|03:30 pm] |
all i want for christmas is some FIERCE LIME gatorade.
well, ok. that, and an old woman grocery cart. and some new pillows. but really, that's it, and those last two things are already being procured for me by family members.
oh. i forgot about reuben sandwich art.
in conclusion, there are really very many things i want for christmas.
every year it's the same thing. all christmas does is make me hate jesus for a good solid month. |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2006|07:50 pm] |
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i don't much envy sports writers, i don't think. how does one even muster the enthusiasm to write up this kind of 51-6 result? sure, i'm glad my team won another game and all, but come on. we were playing the fucking Citadel. they're not even a Division I-A team (of course i mean no disrespect to the Ivies, either of my father's alma maters, or, um... the Coastal Carolina Chanticleers). if covering that game were my responsibility, i think the only way i'd be able to come up with anything beyond "Game Takes Place as Scheduled" would be if we'd actually lost to the Citadel. or perhaps a more apt headline would be, "Pitt Predictably Takes Full Advantage of Cupcake 2006 Schedule."
i imagine the Panthers are just shaking in their boots over their upcoming face-off with Toledo, the Mid-American team currently riding high on their decimation of McNeese State. yea, i kind of thought they'd just made that school up, too.
it's possible that i'm just a little college-football-bitter right now, what with the reduced stature of the Big East these days and last week's loss to Michigan State - a game which, by the way, i had no money but a good dose of honor riding on.
now back to normal life at my own Division II school with no football team to speak of and a basketball team with a 05-06 record of 1-26. |
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[Sep. 20th, 2006|04:57 pm] |
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so, apparently all i do anymore is keep to myself and quietly snicker at what other people are wearing. (which is clearly warranted coming from a girl who's been wearing the same shirt for 48 hours and whose pants don't fit even a little bit.)
one such incident even made it into my Soc 469 notes. sandwiched in between musings on violent masculinity i've scrawled the following line:
"the girl in front of me appears to be wearing multiple bras. what could this be about???"
pink cami. 3 sets of straps. at first i thought she was just layering over another shirt with bra-type straps, but no. upon closer inspection there were definite bra outlines and no sign of any full layers under the cami.
once upon a time, my sister (or one of my sister's friends, or someone who looks a little like my sister, i don't really remember) mentioned something about having to wear two bras so that no one would see her nipples harden in an over-air-conditioned office. it was the kind of story that honestly makes you gag, or at least want to kick someone. but it was also the only explanation i could come up with for this girl's bra situation. if you know some more legitimate reason to wear multiple bras, please fill me in.
also, i pray to jesus that no one has ever sat behind me scrutinizing and obsessing over the state of my skivvies for an entire 2-hour-long class. only to go home and journal about it.
i am truly a horrible person.
but y'know who's not a horrible person? y'know who is possibly the most wonderful person on this entire campus?
...i cannot believe i don't have a clever name for this girl yet. i think i referred to her as "pantsfree girl" earlier as shorthand, but that obviously won't do. and not only, or even primarily, because it's painfully unclever. no, it won't suffice mostly because it fails to get across the most important point: this girl wasn't just not wearing pants. that wouldn't be news. any old slob can simply not wear pants - i should know, i do it all the time.
no, it takes a certain type of stubbornness to avoid pants by piling on every not-quite-pants item of leg-adornment in existence. that takes audacity. that turns pantslessness into a political statement.
i haven't yet worked out exactly what the political message is behind wearing opaque black tights under inside-out black bike shorts AND black legwarmers, but i'm certain it'll be there once i manage to dig deep enough into it.
that was last night. today i saw the same girl on campus wearing exactly the same items, except this time she'd put on her bike shorts correctly... and everything was bright pink.
while i may not fully understand that particular choice in personal style, i have to say i preferred it over the horde of girls i passed on the way home from the store last night, all wearing black pencil skirts and white blouses and carrying ludicrously oversized gifts.
college life: pls explain? |
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[Sep. 16th, 2006|02:04 pm] |
i don't know what my life has come to when i can't get excited about an entire course on Aphra Behn. it's not like it's my dream come true or anything. my brain feels broken and i fear that if i don't remedy this in short order, i'm going to destroy my gpa.
oh well. am i living in brooklyn yet?
or at least spending thanksgiving in vegas? or something? |
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[Aug. 29th, 2006|10:39 am] |
...aaaand now that i am back "home" and school has started, i can't stop feeling all panicky and miserable.
what perplexes me is that i feel quite certain than i am one of the most awesome people on the planet, and yet my life has not been very awesome at all for a long time. i feel like i have some sort of loathsome, pathetic suburban middle class kid malaise hardwired into my brain and i just can't quite dismantle it. and, except for right now, i can't even complain about it because it's so ridiculous that it physically pains me to own up to it. by just about anyone's standards i lead a fairly cushy life.
maybe i'm just in denial of the fact that i need to be on antidepressants again? it was a lot easier to recognize that need when i was genuinely feeling bad all the time, and i can't help but kind of reel against the idea that what i see as a tendency toward laziness and a predilection for escapism constitute a reason to go to a doctor, rather than a reason for someone to punch me in the fucking face.
in conclusion, life would be great if all i had to do was watch big brother with kristyn and spend a lot of time in beds in random cities i don't live in. but it would probably be good if i could work out all the stuff that takes up the other 51 weeks of the year.
i really have been journalling like a 12-year-old girl lately. i think i kind of like it. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2006|07:49 pm] |
so like, thanks to my stupid printer card error and my school's inability to fix it in less than, i don't know, an eternity, combined with things like my old landlord never, ever giving us our money that we're owed, i have NO money.
i don't mean i'm feeling a little bit on the broke side, i mean i have like 4 dollars in my wallet and that is IT.
how does this happen? I WOULD LIKE TO BUY GROCERIES PLS.
oh, plus my mattress is on the fucking floor right now. i am suddenly somehow a 19-year-old college student, except that i'm 24? awesome. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2006|12:01 am] |
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so, i don't know, here are a few things:
a tree fell on my EX-boyfriend's car. smashed it but good.
not like i needed it to move all my stuff to a new apartment or anything, though, so that's nice.
keep having dream sex with my now EX-professor. the catch-22 of professor crushes is that once you can be all "hey! he's no longer my professor so i can totally do him!" you find that your encounters with him drop precipitously. like, from three times a week to not once, ever.
fortunately, he's probably still gay.
but maybe not! i should give him a call and tell him i need him to "write me a recommendation."
i tried really hard to turn that into a dirty joke, but eventually i gave up and just put it in quotes so that you would either supply your own filth or just feel kind of stupid for not getting the joke i was obviously making. it's little things like this that make me a superior writer.
yesterday i tried to fix the knobby thing that turns the shower on and off. because it is broken. and i thought i had it all figured out, and i started to get pretty excited about how i was basically a plumber now. then it didn't work, and i felt like something really major had been taken away from me.
that being my status as a plumber. in case you didn't follow. |
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[Jun. 20th, 2006|04:23 pm] |
so. i'd like to apologize in advance to some of my real-life friends who read this and are hearing this news this way, but i am not feeling up to making a million phone calls and emails about this, so a blanket announcement is how it goes:
jon and i broke up on saturday. i can fill in the details in time, over the phone or email, for those that want them. but it's ok, i'm ok, and at least the first few days of living in an apartment with my ex-boyfriend have been pretty decent. (that's not to say that i haven't already started looking for new roommates or apartments.)
speaking of which, if those of you on my friendslist who live in SF have any awesome friends that are looking to rent out a room or look for a new place with someone, please send them my way. i've been rummaging around on Craigslist for the past couple of hours, though, and there's never any shortage of options there.
a bunch of places that sound good to me are in the Inner Richmond, so it's a shame that ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) spanishsahara, who always thought i lived in the richmond no matter how many times i mentioned nob hill, no longer livejournal-exists to see the day when she'd actually know which neighborhood i live in. i don't know how i feel about the weather over there, but I *would* be much closer to Shanghai Dumpling King, which is basically my number one criterion for an Ideal Housing Situation. i actually really like the Richmond, what with its Chinatown No. 2 and its neverending string of Irish pubs and the Balboa theater and the way you never know if, when you head out there on a weekend night, it's going to be totally bustling or eerily empty.
in other news, Kristyn is the best and richest best friend ever, and she is flying all the way out from St. Louis just to spend 2 days drinking blueberry stoli with me to help ease me through the breakup. so the only question that remains is: what is the best mixer for blueberry vodka?
that is, that's the only question if you ignore the ones about where i am going to live, where i am going to work, how i am going to finish school, and what i am going to sleep on. but actually, i'm feeling fairly confident that all of those things will fall into the place, so it's mostly just the vodka thing. |
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[May. 26th, 2006|08:55 pm] |
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i feel BAD about LIFE.
also, today one of my professors made me cry.
not, like, by being mean to me. it was nice. but i found it depressing for some reason.
i guess i should pack. |
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[May. 26th, 2006|07:27 am] |
i guess, after staying up all night one last time, school is actually over.
for a week.
i'm too tired to actually manage a decent entry, but apparently i'm going to PA tomorrow, for the week before my next class starts up. i don't know how much time i will have but i will get in touch once i'm actually there. |
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[May. 9th, 2006|09:31 pm] |
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fact: i am too shy for karaoke, but when my boyfriend goes out to karaoke bars, i almost ALWAYS stay home and sing along poorly with my own music.
i actually think that part of my karaoke problem is that i honestly do not know any of the songs they have in their catalog, ever. like, all of those songs that i'm supposed to know by heart, from the late 80s and early 90s? i genuinely do not how any of them. this is what happens when one feels little nostalgia for the bad pop music of one's childhood: one serious karaoke roadblock.
another thing i cannot do:
throw darts.
i feel like i've really missed out on a lot in life. i spent so much damn time reading when i was a little kid that now, here i am, almost 24 years old, and i can't figure out what someone means when they say "throw harder."
i love the fact that i spend all week thinking about all the very serious topics i want to address in my journal, only to have a bit more wine than i intended during the gilmore girls season finale and end up posting this kind of shit.
but for the record, i was GOING to post about things like internalized sexism and what passes as "respect for women" amongst today's uncritical young straight white men and many other interesting things. i swear.
mostly i just kind of wish i were still hanging out in italy. remember italy?
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ETA: i was looking forward to taking this Milton class with my favorite professor ever, only to find a few days ago that her name is no longer anywhere to be found on the class schedule for Fall. rumor is that she's leaving us for fucking Stanford. i don't know if you, dear reader, happen to know any fucking Stanford students, but if not, trust me: they're awful. i am - i admit, terribly selfishly - kind of mad at her. |
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