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Sunday, September 9th, 2007
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12:03 pm - September Haze
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I can't believe it's already September 9th. I mean, I can hardly believe it's September at all. The summer kind of disappeared into the hustle and bustle of moving out here and getting settled. Matt started classes this week, and last night we went to a meet-and-greet party for his division. "The Program", as they all call it, seems pretty cool, and everyone I met was really nice, even if the first thing they all asked was, "So, are you in the program?" By the end of the night, I found myself wondering if Matthew had accidentally joined a cult instead of a school. It also took us almost an hour to get a cab home, after calling 2 taxi companies which never showed up. At least it gave us some nice time alone to talk, sitting outside on the street corner.
My first week of working for Sega went really well. I think I'm going to really enjoy this job, and not just because I'm getting paid to play video games all day long. I also really enjoy the editing process, finding little mistakes and helping to get them fixed. The database work is, oddly enough, a nice break from staring at a PSP screen, although I think I'll be starting on an actual console of some sort this week. My "supervisor", if you can call him that, said that I did such a good job writing up the bugs I found this week that he let me go home early on Friday. Tomorrow, I start my evening shifts, 3pm to 11:30pm, which I think will be a far better schedule for me. No more early mornings, at least for the 9 months that my contract lasts.
Not much else to report, really. I'm glad that the craziness of my life is simmering down, but I don't think I'm totally in the clear yet. Still haven't spoken to my mother, and now apparently she's sending me letters through my Aunt Candice. I'll find out more when I get around to calling Candice some time today.
And so, select few readers, I am off to clean my apartment and play Civ 4: Beyond the Sword. Toodle-oo.
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| Thursday, September 6th, 2007
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7:37 pm - Can I get a W00T W00T!
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Who works for Sega? I works for Sega!
And I gotta say, it's pretty damn cool.
That is all.
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| Friday, August 31st, 2007
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6:28 pm - Crack your bones
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I went to a chiropractor today. It was amazing. Expensive, but amazing. And probably extremely necessary at this point. She realigned my neck and back, and I must say, I feel a lot better. I know I'm going to be sore as all hell tomorrow, because she warned me I would be, but I think it was worth it. The tingling sensation I get every so often in my left shoulder is the result of a pinched nerve, which will heal itself with time and proper care. The lump on my neck that I thought was a knotted tendion turned out to be a swollen lymph node, which I'm told means my immune system is hard at work fighting off some unknown ailment. Keep up the good work, little lymph nodes! The chiropractor also wants me to eat some strange sounding pickled plum, which she says will "alkalize" my system and help my lymphatic system along. I'm a little nervous, seeing as I don't even really like plums, let alone pickled ones from the far corners of the globe.
I also had my interview with Sega today. Yes, the Sega, and yes, they still exist. They just make games now, not consoles. I have to say, as straight out of left field as it came, being a game tester would be a pretty cool job. I mean, what's not to like? Go to work, play video games for 6 hours, write a quick little blurb about what you find wrong with them, go home, get paid. Not exactly humanitarian work, but hey, I think I'm overdue for a bit of fun. Especially paid fun. Everybody think good thoughts for me, because I really, really, REALLY need a job.
In other news, sadder, less enjoyable to relate news, I suppose it's about time I announced in some manner that my beloved cat Fordly, supreme overlord of all cats everywhere, has left us behind, crossing the Rainbow Bridge to worlds unknown on June 9th, the day before we made it to California. I had to wait 2 months to get my dad to fly out here with Fordly's earthly remains for a proper send-off. We held the ceremony in Dolores Park on Tuesday, as the sun set over the city and the full moon rose in the sky. We buried Fordly's ashes in a little tree with an impossible to pronounce name, with tiny white flowers and red berries in the fall. I found a lovely ceramic hand-painted Greenman planter, which I think was a nice touch. We all told our favorite Fordly stories, and Chris Beelby read a beautiful, tear-jerking poem he'd written for the occassion. Then, in the Church of England tradition, we all had cake (instead of death) at a picnic table nearby.
It feels good to be able to begin healing myself from Fordly's passing. It was pretty tough, and terrible timing, but I made it through. He was a wonderful companion, and has been deeply missed. Having the Fordly tree is soothing, I can still talk to him and care for him and feel his presense, just in a different way. I don't think of death as an ending, but the beginning of something new-- with so much in the universe that we don't understand, it seems ludicris to me that death is the ultimate ending, beyond which there is nothing. That's like saying that just because we haven't found life on other planets that Earth must be the only planet on which life has evolved. When you consider the infinite possibilities and circumstantial combinations that exist, it seems like a cop out to say that this is all there is. It's like an impatient child claiming that Waldo simply isn't in the picture, rather than continuing to comb through every single red-and-white-striped-shirted person until Waldo is found. Cheesy analogy, I know.
So that's that for now, kids. I leave you with my not-so-deep musings on life, death, and all points in between to go give the stinky puppy a much needed bath.
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| Monday, August 20th, 2007
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8:01 am - Summer in The City
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I have no idea why I'm awake right now. I woke up at like 4:30 am to pee, and haven't been able to fall back asleep since. I finally just gave up. Might do some yoga, that would be nice.
Yesterday was interesting. We had our first adult visitor to the pad, which we spent all day Saturday cleaning in preparation. I have to say, the place looks great. My godmother Candice came by, and took me, Matt, and Bibble out to the rock beach on the Marin Headlands that she took Matt and I to in February. It's a beautiful beach, with trails for hiking all around it. We took Miaka, who had never been to the beach before, and seemed to love it. We even let her off leash for the hike, and she was such a good girl!
The hike was great, it was nice to be outdoors, get some sun and exercise. Once Candice took us home and left, my mood took a sharp turn for the worse. Even though I had a great time, I really hate dealing with my family. I don't know why it stresses me out so much. I just feel like any time I'm around a relative, I'm suddenly under the microscope, inspected like a specimen to determine if I'm growing properly. Usually, it's pretty obvious what conclusions are being drawn.
I'm 24 years old, I'm out of school, I don't have a job, I'm not married or pregnant or planning to become either any time soon. I can't force myself to have direction, try as I might. I'm trying to redefine myself, and it's a slow, tedious process, but an entirely necessary one. I'm tired of feeling the scathing disapproval that seems to pour out of most adults in my life, who I guess assume I'm just lazy, rather than that I haven't found the right thing to fully devote myself to yet. Adults seem to so quickly forget how difficult growing up can be, and want you (me) to rush ahead with the same mistakes they made, rather than learning from them and then taking the time to plan out another route. The classic example of this is the marriage issue. As a child, no adult in my life had anything positive to say about marriage. Now, as I draw ever closer to full-fledged adulthood, it seems to be expected. WTF??
Is that all a woman can do to "prove herself", to become fully adult? Get married, pop out a couple of kids? If so, then I will proudly remain a child as long as possible, if only out of spite. I have a great relationship with a wonderful man, but neither of us particularly want to get married, as the institution itself seems to be standing on very shaky ground. Why get married only to get divorced a few years later, as so many do? Shouldn't you be really, absolutely, totally sure that you're right for each other before you go making promises you can't keep? Why ruin a perfectly good relationship by trying to make it into something "more"?
I'm not sure how this little rant wound up so centered on the topic of marriage. It really is the least of my worries right now, but I guess an easy out from talking about my miserable, agonizingly slow job-search, my dwindling confidence in my own abilities, and the bleak future I see before me unless something major changes soon. Craigslist is both my arch nemesis and only hope, and I'm so sick of looking at it I could puke. I'm still waiting to hear back from a whole mess of jobs, and trying desperately not to get discouraged as the days drag by without word.
Yes, yoga would be nice. I think I'll do that instead of continuing. Ja.
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| Thursday, August 9th, 2007
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7:15 pm - Raging Waters!
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Today ROCKED. No seriously, it ROCKED! Matt and I went to a water park called Raging Waters, one of the first times I've worn a bathing suit all summer, not counting hot-tubbing or roof-tanning. It was awesome. The park was pretty close by, but the weather was perfect, nice and sunny and hot, unlike foggy San Fran. I actually like the fog a lot, but it was great to bake in the heat for a little while, knowing that the coolness of the city awaited me at home.
Miaka went to the groomer's for the first time today, and looks very cute with her new haircut. The groomer trimmed her hair pretty short, effectively putting an end to the punk-rock black tips on her head. Now she's blonde. Go figure.
Still haven't found a job, persay. Earthsong trained me for two days and then didn't hire me. I got a check for $57.75 in the mail yesterday, which really doesn't help much. I can't say I'm really too broken up about it, because the owner-dude was a little creepy and weird. Like, tollerable, but unsettling. The candy store with the funky French name wanted to transfer my resume to their sister shop, which sells cakes, but is located across town, and me currently without reliable transportation. Plus I would have had to interview again, and frankly, I'm getting a little burnt out on it. I sent off a slew of emails yesterday and the day before, and I have an interview on Tuesday with a really cool board game company, but other than that, it's unemployment central for Consey. I'm trying not to let it stress me out too much, and floating by as best I can for now. Thank my lucky stars for Matthew, or I'd be eating out of trash cans by now.
I think I really needed today, just to take my mind off all this crazy shit for a while. So much has changed in my life recently, I just needed a day to really relax and have fun. Who can think about crazy family and unpaid bills when shooting out of a waterslide and getting water up your nose? I know I can't. It was great to go swimming, too-- the feeling of being suspended in water is one of those things that just makes me feel good. The wave pool made me miss the ocean, but then again, the water's usually too cold for pansy-ass me to go in anyway.
Next, I think we're going to look into Paramount Great Adventure, an amusement park I saw signs for on the way home. It's even closer than the water park, so the chances of us getting over there sometime soon are pretty good. I love rollercoasters!!!
So, that's it for now, kids. Hope everyone's doing well back on the homefront, enjoying the blistering heat of summer, and planning to come visit soon!
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| Saturday, July 28th, 2007
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12:38 pm - Saturday Morning Live!
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Live, from San Francisco, it's Saturday Morning! (Well, technically, it's Saturday Afternoon, but it's morning to me.)
My sweet, sweet boyfriend has been cleaning most of the morning while I slept, and is currently vaccuuming the floor, thank god. Miaka is petrified of the vaccuum cleaner, and won't come anywhere near us. The vaccuum has all sorts of crazy attachments that I was previously unaware of. Matt seems to be enjoying the process.
As for me, I'm still trying to wake up. I had two job interviews yesterday, and I feel pretty confident about both of them. I've applied for so many jobs over the last few weeks, that it's nice to think that my search may finally be drawing to an end. The one I'm the most excited about is Earthsong, an awesome hippie-homegoods and clothing type store. Like Tea and Herb Essence, but with clothing instead of tea. It's a shop I love, and I've been hoping to gain employment from since we first came out here in January to look at Matt's school. In total, I think I've given them 3 seperate copies of my resume at various times. I have earned this job, dammit. I have a "floor trial" on Monday from 12-2, where I'll essentially work under observation to see if I have what it takes, which, of course, I do! If that goes well, I'll probably start for real some time next week.
The other job is at a candy shop, the name of which is in French and therefore damn difficult to spell and pronounce. It's a great little shop, selling all sorts of treats, including cupcakes, Consey's favorite! It's on a quiet street, and right across from a nice little park where I could take my lunch breaks outside. We took Miaka to the park in the time between my two interviews, where she played with a Chihuahua and met her first toddler. I think her cuteness might seriously help me getting a job. Everybody loves her, and the girls who interviewed me couldn't get enough of her.
Other than the job hunt, things have been going pretty damn well out here. Puppy training is challenging, but she's made great progress, comes when she's called, and rarely has accidents any more. Bibble is enjoying his job with the Gay-Lesbian-Transgender National Help Center, where he's in charge of referrals. Matt is enjoying the remainder of his summer break before classses start up in September, and seems to be thriving in terms of puppy-parenthood. It's a little wierd for both of us, calling ourselves "mommy" and "daddy", but we're adjusting. Having a puppy definately beats have kids, though. I've been writing a lot more, which is excellent, and makes me feel a lot better over-all. There's an energy in this city that seems to be recharging me, helping me to focus my intention and realize my dreams. I think I might be coming up on a very fruitful period of my life.
Well, my entire household has roused itself, providing ample distraction, so I believe I'll wrap up for now. Maybe in the next entry, I'll discuss my crazy family.
current mood:  accomplished
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| Thursday, July 19th, 2007
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12:24 pm - A Moment Alone
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Matt went out on his scooter to get some breakfast, and the Bibble still sleeps soundly. I am all alone, with a very naughty puppy curled up next to me, as if to beg forgiveness for her many sins. She pooped in the hallway right after Matt left, an act of defiance to be sure. Of course, now, when I sit down to write about it, he comes home. I guess I'll write more later.
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| Friday, July 6th, 2007
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6:28 pm - Overdue and underpaid
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Suppose I'm all out of excuses for not updating. Right now, Matt's playing the Futurama video game, which I didn't even know existed, and is pretty cool. We're sitting in our ORANGE living room on a cool San Francisco evening, after painting the last white room in our apartment. The dining room is now "Blast-off Yellow", and looks quite lovely.
I don't think I have it in me right now to try and recount the road-trip across the country, but I can give a quick run down of the time since then. We arrived early on Sunday morning in San Francisco, slept for a while, then unpacked the truck. Ashleigh and Chris were able to find an apartment very quickly, and are comfortably settled near Lower Haight. Once they cleared out, we got right to painting, and painted pretty much the whole place in a weekend, except for the dining room, where we put everything while we painted. Then we got a puppy!! She's a little Yorkshire Terrier, who we've named Miaka. Now when we meet new people, we can say "This is Miaka, the priestess of Suzaku. And this guy's gay!" Yay for gay roommates! So easy to make fun of! Almost takes the sport out of it. But not quite.
Since then, we've been focusing on finding jobs and housebreaking the pup. I had an interview yesterday with an awesome company called Bolt Peters, which does usuability testing and product research for computer and video game companies and stuff. The office was sweet, and I really liked the woman I interviewed with. Hope hope hope I get the job, need the money and the structure as to not be both broke and insane. Broke crazies can't pay for therapy, right?
A lot of other stuff has been going on, but I really don't feel like sharing just yet. I'll need a nice, long afternoon or night to myself to dig in to anything deeper than your basic status report. Oh, and in case anyone's interested, the apartment next door to us (we live in a duplex) is empty and needs to be rented by someone cool. You know, just in case anyone's bored back east or sick of winter yet. San Francisco is an awesome city, and I can't wait to get fully settled in here and make it home. Transition periods like these are always a bit tough, but patience tends to pay off.
More at some point.
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| Thursday, May 24th, 2007
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6:53 pm - The Last Huzzah
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Psuedo-party at Consey's House of Ill-Repute, Saturday May 26th, after 6pm until the last man standing, pop by to say goodbye! Nothing will be provided, so bring your own whatever. Really, this is not a party, so much as an open house for well-wishers and the occassional nay-sayer to bid farewell to Consey, Ashleigh, Matt, Lardo, and Beelby, who will all be departing on Sunday June 3rd for San Francisco! Too tired to write anything more, hope to see you all there! No RSVP required ;o) How easy is that??
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| Tuesday, April 10th, 2007
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10:27 pm - Death & Taxes & Disney's Fantasia
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Matt is helping Ashleigh do her taxes. I'm next. Ugh... taxes are evil. Or, more specifically, tax paperwork is evil. It's not so much that I mind the idea of paying taxes, even if I may have my disputes with where the money goes, it's just that I hate actually *doing* my taxes. I put on Fantasia to soothe myself without distracting them. Good times.
I have been sick as a dog since the end of March, almost 2 full weeks. Finally went to the doctor today to prevent dying, but still feel pretty much deathly. Sinus infection, bronchitus, and laryngitis. It's the last one that's really killing me. I'm such a chatty cathy, trying not to talk might be the only thing harder than trying not to smoke :oP Guess that's why I turned up here. Typing doesn't hurt my throat.
While home helping dad, I read the journal that I kept in Costa Rica. I'm so glad I kept such a meticulous journal while down there, I wish I'd kept up with it in England. It's something I'd like to get back into, but it seems like I only journal when I'm in some way denied another person to talk to, or in this case, physically disabled from intelligent conversation. Less than 2 weeks to be 23. I think I'll have to write more about that later, since Ash and Matt are done now and talking to me, diverting my attention from this.
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| Monday, March 19th, 2007
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6:29 pm - Fill in the blank for peace
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So the peace rally was pretty awesome. Cold, windy, but awesome. Good number of people, wide demographic spread, interesting speakers, free stuff. Matt and I took part in what I'm calling the fill in the blank for peace campaign, in which we were given a poster that just said "for peace" and a sharpie. Everyone was encouraged to be creative in classifying themselves- I saw Mothers for peace, Psychology Teachers for peace, Doglovers for peace, Humans for peace, Students, Children, Musicians, etc. Matthew and I added Writers and Philosophers, and then had our picture taken with our posters, to be sent to Rhode Island representatives. The idea was that politicians (sited- Patrick Kennedy) like pictures; the respond better to visual stimuli. Just don't give them anything they have to read! It just goes to show what kind of idiots we put in charge.
The rally commemorated the 4 year anniversary of the beginning of the war. It doesn't feel like 4 years, does it?
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| Saturday, March 17th, 2007
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6:46 pm - Snowy St. Patrick
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So, not in the Newp for St. Patty's Day. Can't say I'm sorry, really. I am, however, rather bored. Haven't gone outside today because of the awful weather. I have to go to Best Buy at some point to get more printer ink, but hopefully, that will be the extent of my exposure to the outdoors today. Last night, a little after midnight, Chris, Matt and I made a snow-woman in our front lawn. She's very pretty. I call her "Princess Snowedstool", although she looks more like Princess Serenity because I just had to give her odangos. We were very drunk and it was a lot of fun. Maybe I'll post pictures, if I can figure out how.
Spent the afternoon sorting through dozens of writing contests, mostly for poetry. While I was home, I started assembling all of my poetry into one massive anthology. I have about 80 poems, from when I was 11 years old to present. Now it's a matter of sorting through them, deciding which ones to send where, and printing out a forest's worth of copies and cover pages. Fun fun. Still, the prize money's surprisingly good (hehe), and given the sheer volume of poetry that I have already written, it seems silly not to enter as many as I can, as often as I can. If nothing else, it keeps writing in the forefront of my mind.
Matt's looking over the manuscript right now, helping me narrow it down to around 40 pages for one contest, and pick the top 5 and 3 for other contests. It's interesting to sit here and wait for judgment of my most personal writing. Over the years, I've kept much of my poetry to myself, and what I shared was for privileged eyes only. It's one thing to write a poem about a boyfriend and let him read it; it's another to let him read all the poems you've written about other boyfriends, even if they are like 10 years old. But who else would be so kind and patient as to wade through 80+ pages of poetry, much of which is admittedly awful..? Let me tell you, I haven't had many volunteers.
It makes me sad that poetry gets such shit from our modern social view. It's just not appreciated as an art form the way it once was. People hear the word "poetry" and think of angst-ridden teenagers scribbling verse after verse of un-reflective emotion in the margins of their notes. Now, I was one of those very teenagers, but I always took my bad poetry with a grain of salt, a recognition that it was certainly not brilliant or profound. I just wrote it because I enjoyed writing it, playing with words and rhythm and rhyme, a sentiment from which I often feel estranged. I've been writing again, and finding the results of my efforts to be more expressive than I'd expected. The poetry I'm writing now seems somehow more sophisticated intellectually, the subject matter addressed complimenting the form more naturally. It's almost as if, gasp, my poetry is maturing along with me! It's exciting, but I could just be slightly delusional. Either way.
I'm hungry. What's for dinner?
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| Friday, March 16th, 2007
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12:05 pm - Home Sweet Home For Now
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Ahhh... back from Newport = wireless internet. You never know how technologically dependent you are until it's all taken away from you. Something to keep in mind for the apocalypse.
Puxatony Phil or however you spell it is a goddamn liar. Early spring my ass. I saw a robin out in the snow this morning. Apparently he fell for that filthy rodent's lies, too.
It's nice to be home for now, although I'll be heading right back down to the Newp tomorrow for St. Patty's, Ashleigh's late birthday, and the peace rally at Washington Sq. My dad asked me if it was to protest the war in Iraq; I answered that a peace rally is not to protest anything, but to promote peace. One is a negative, the other a positive. I think it's an important distinction to make. I'd much rather go to a peace rally than an anti-war rally any day.
Gilbert, Marina, I got your comments, I'm just lazy and haven't written back yet. If I don't get to it today, keep pestering me.
Kitty on the lap. He's all wet and cold because we let him out in the snow. But hey, it's what he wanted.
That's about it for now. We'll see if my ranting continues now that I'm not trapped alone in my father's room. One would think that I would write more with easier access, but that seldom seems to be the case. Ciao.
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| Wednesday, March 14th, 2007
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12:42 pm - Department of Misunderstood Vampires?
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I have to go to the DMV today. They're only open until 3:30, which seems to seem strange to everyone I've mentioned it to, but is invariably true. Renew registration, take registration back to inspection station, and get my sticker so that I don't get pulled over. So much hassle, just for the priviledge of driving a car.
Last night I watched Marie Antoinette with Beelby while Matt read article after article for his upcoming paper. I almost miss writing papers, at this point, which I certainly never thought I'd say. The movie was pretty awesome, and greatly enhanced by Beelby's presense. It's a film that has large sections of non-dialogue, which gave us plenty of room to MST3K it up. What glorious fun!
But not, Matthew my love has returned bearing breakfast, and I must depart to devour it. Tah.
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| Monday, March 12th, 2007
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5:00 pm - Thank you, Myspace.
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I was right, in that I was wrong: Donny was the guy in my Documentary class, Bob was the guy from Modern Philosophy. And apparently, HE'S married now, too. Ain't that about a bitch. But at least I'll know what to call him when I thank him for not making me wait all day for my car.
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4:32 pm - What is so great about remembering stuff?
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I can't think of a thing.
Wait, I think his name was Bob... goddamn short-term memory.
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4:16 pm - Newport Nepotism
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So I finally bothered to look up state inspection stations, selected one with which I was familiar, and called up to schedule an appointment. Naturally addopting my "phone voice", I discussed the details of inspection with the guy who answered the phone. When I gave him my name, he started to laugh, and I remembered that Newport Tire is where a guy I went to college with works, who was in my Modern Philosophy class. He used to pass me notes in class, until I gave him my phone number, then he would text me instead. Nice guy, but an unexpected encounter. Luckily, being chummy with him (if I can remember his name... I think it was Donny... I hope so, anyhow.) will probably mean that my car will be inspected in a far more timely manner, and hopefully, I can talk someone into picking me up, or at least taking me back there, so that I don't have to take a taxi both ways.
Since I find myself back at livejournal, it seems only fair to mention that my cousin got married last weekend, or this weekend, I'm not sure which. I looked at pictures on her Myspace page, because I had to see it to believe it. She's 19, and around 7 months pregnant. Talk about a mind-fuck. I never feel old until people my age and younger start getting married and having kids. Then, suddenly, I'm apparently the one dragging my heels growing up, because I haven't taken that "next step". Mind you, these are just lurking, overarching social judgements, not passed by any particular person. I just remember my aunt Mandy when I was a kid, calling herself the "old maid" at 25 because she was the only one of her siblings who wasn't married. But instead of getting married, Mandy followed around the Grateful Dead, which, frankly, I think is much cooler. Too bad they're not still touring, heh. And she did, ultimately, get married, to my wonderful uncle Charlie, who treats her like a queen. And she had my little cousin Sam, who is one of the most wonderful children I've ever known. I'm in no rush... even if I am the new old maid of my family.
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Cappi had her first accident today, because I chose to eat lunch before letting her out. My father has insisted that I not "get upset" with her, because she can't help it, it's the breed, and she's old, and blah blah blah. I cleaned up the mess, and sprayed the carpet with the magic foam spray that removes the stain. The carpet probably used to be worth a lot of money, but after years of Cappi locked away in the tower of my dad's room, should probably be thrown out. I have to clean off the foam spots so she doesn't poison herself licking them before I can let her back in, and she's barking non-stop, like I don't know she's outside on the leash. Fuckin' dogs. And as if she and the room she's kept in didn't smell bad enough already. P-U!
Made it to the bird sanctuary yesterday, and had a lovely hike. Hiking is, I think, my favorite form of non-gym exercise, with the possible exception of swimming and sex (or sex while swimming, for the brave and daring). Hiking seems to work the entire body equally- my abs were as sore as my thighs and calves, and I'll bet I even managed to work my arms a little, if only for balance and support in climbing. Hiking makes you feel like a kid again (assuming you hiked as a child in some capacity), because you're outside, climbing all over stuff, getting filthy dirty, surrounded by nature. We went up to Hanging Rock, which is one of my favorite places on the whole island. Devin came too, which forced poor out of shape Consey and Matt to work pretty hard to keep up with Devin the mountain goat. After, we played more Munchkin. A lovely day.
Today, Matt went back to Norwood, and I have done nothing, because I stayed up very late watching a movie and had to get up very early to tend to the dogs. The movie was Stranger Than Fiction, and I really don't know what movie the critics were watching to not give this film top reviews. Possibly too intelligent for the masses, expecting another Talladega Nights or Anchorman (both of which I love, but they're classic Ferrel comedy, and this was certainly not). Emma Thompson is amazing. Apparently, she got her start as a stand-up comedian, which I think is just plain cool. I plan to look into that further, and will share my findings with the world. I don't think I've ever seen any female British stand-up, but I'll bet it rules.
I've managed to pack an incredible amount into the short time that I've been down in Newport. The time has flown by, even though it's the longest I've been home since moving out. There's still plenty I haven't gotten to, like working on my dad's filing, but there'll be time for that too. I also have to remember to get my car inspected, take my new insurance information to my doctor's office, and go through my mail. I was hoping to get a massage, because I could really use one, but somehow, I doubt that I'll have time. I was also hoping to read more, but that's fallen to the way-side as I try desperately to squeeze everything else in. It's been great to reconnect with some of my friends down here, even if I couldn't get to them all this time (sorry Amanda! I didn't get your message in time! Call me when you get back!). I'll be coming back down to Newport next weekend, after a brief return to the homestead, for a Peace Rally in Washington Square on Sunday at noon. It's been a strange and interesting week, though, that's for sure.
current mood: mellow
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| Saturday, March 10th, 2007
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9:34 am - Lousy Smarch weather...
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Actually, today appears to be the closest thing to a nice day we've had since I came down here. Matt's here, and I'm going to make him go to the bird sanctuary with me. Wondering if they allow dogs, and doubtful that anyone who'd know one way or the other will get back to me in time for it to matter. I guess I could always just check the website.
Matt and I have been re-watching the X Files, starting from season 1. Amazing show, although overwrought with fashion disasters. Who woulda thunk it? I mean, during the first run of the show, when kids like me waited with baited breath for Sunday night to arrive, I didn't even notice how the characters were costumed. I suppose working in the film industry has sharpened my attention to detail. Either that, or anything was a step up from the fashions that came beforehand.
Cappi's in here, half-jumping up, wanting attention or god know's what. Dogs are strange animals. Or maybe just these dogs are strange, because they live with my father, who is also quite strange. I have a hard time getting back to sleep after I wake up to let them out in the morning, and the couple times I've managed, I wind up sleeping until like 2 in the afternoon.
Not that she'll read it here, having sworn off LJ some years back, but Happy Birthday Ashleigh! Maybe some other people who know her will read it here and remember to drop her a line or something, thereby validating my inclusion of the message in this post.
Well, back to bed-ish. Tah.
current mood: sleepy
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| Friday, March 9th, 2007
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5:11 pm - Time Marches On
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It's not my fault! I blame technology! I would have written if the internet worked in my room! But it doesn't! It only works in my father's room, which is messy, dusty, cold, and smells like old dog. But here I am anyway, trying to keep my promise.
Being in Newport for such an extended period of time is strange, especially without my father around. Taking care of the dogs is more work than it sounds like. A part of me wants to just let it slide, because my father would obviously never know if I didn't let the dogs out every 4-6 hours or feed them kibble mixed with canned food or give them spring water. I guess I go through it all for the dogs, not my dad. No need to take out my frustrations on them, even if August does always get into the trash. Oy.
current mood: lazy
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