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[21 Apr 2002|11:09am] |
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I'm starting to get into Ghostwritten. It's hard work reading something that's not fantasy fiction or legal. Hm. I still went to bed really early, and woke up really early too. Cleaned the house a bit, trying not to wake up Stina and co. Went to the store for wine and cookie making essentials (finals are upon us after all) and coffee. We're headed to the Japanese Gardens momentarily. Then it's home again home again for a little studying before heading over to the divine Ms.  pudders for another fancy feast.
I'm about a 7 on the PM Meter. I'm still relieved, but I'm not entirely secure, but I'm happy nonetheless. As long as this ride continues to have upswings, I don't want it to end.
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[20 Apr 2002|09:35pm] |
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I want to go out dancing at Ohm until 4 in the morning. But I also want to go to bed right now. I sympathize with pudders' desire for the day to end; the last few days I wanted to go to sleep at 7 or 8, but I felt required to stay awake for some intangible reason. I think I'll just quit now while I'm ahead.
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[20 Apr 2002|08:39pm] |
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PM Meter: 8.
Oh yeah, and Reno v. ACLU really does say what I thought it did. Which does wonders for my paper.
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[20 Apr 2002|07:26pm] |
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Mmmmm.. rugby ass. Crusaders beat the Sharks in a very bizarre game. Hm.
This evening's plans are to read some sources for ye olde B Paper. I just don't find online porn as inspiring as it used to be. All I want to do is play backgammon. Or really shut down and play CivIII. Or do something else entirely, but I'm not entirely sure what.
I'm still on hold.
By the way, this is what Stina's getting for her birthday. I'm such a good roommate.
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[20 Apr 2002|11:39am] |
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Sleep was kind last night. I slept for more than enough hours, and I did NOT wake up at 4.. although there was that 5:30 panic. When I finally decided to get up at 8, I was refreshed and feeling better. I got into some comfy clothes and went for a long walk through the neighborhood, down the old railroad tracks to Oaks Park, and then up to Starbucks for coffee, across to New Seasons for some gotu kola, and then back home via a lilac bush that I stole from. Got home and made breakfast for me and Stina and her boy, and then took a long relaxing beauty shower. Now I'm at work, about to face some of the paper demons. And I'll try not to worry. This evening it's rugby and pizza and beer, and then more paper stuff.
PM Meter: 4. Still no word. But I'm trying to think positively.
Tomorrow I think we're going to the Japanese Gardens, for my first time. It's been a very garden weekend.
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[19 Apr 2002|09:48pm] |
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Entertainment law reading finished for the semester.
AvantGo configured so that I download rugby, horoscope, and weather to my PDA.
Not a peep from PM all day, although I know he's been online. 3.
Going to kill the upstairs neighbors and their loud bass. Portishead not enough to drown them out.
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[19 Apr 2002|07:03pm] |
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God damnit. Stupid fucking slow ass dial up connection. I'm going to have to go back to the library.
Oh fuck it. It can wait. I can do some entertainment law in bed.
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[19 Apr 2002|06:33pm] |
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( meditations )
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[19 Apr 2002|02:23pm] |
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PM Index: 3. No good reason yet. Just half assed reasons. Several.
[Scale Recap: 1 for crying and tearing my hair out and 10 for insanely joyous.]
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[19 Apr 2002|09:45am] |
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Goodfuckinggod. It's going to be one of those days. I couldn't get any parking at the first two Starbucks I hit. I finally drove through Coffee People near Tek, but they always make it so damn dark and scary. I'm now at Tek, choking on my coffee, while the computer refuses to cooperate. Four restarts in 15 minutes. And of course, the monitor is still flickering green. Blah. I think my dream was just stating the obvious: I want to run away to the coast.
The following feels about right.. except for the miracle part.
SCORPIO (Oct 23-Nov 21)
Week of April 18, 2002
One rainy night last January I went to bed at 8. My house was messy, I was coming down with a cold, and three credit card bills from holiday shopping sprees had arrived earlier that day. For a while I slept soundly. When I awoke from a bad dream, it was pitch black. The power had gone out: The dial of my bedside clock was dark. Outside, the storm's drizzle had grown to a downpour. Strong winds slammed tree branches against the house. Then, amazingly, a bird began singing a cheerful tune. Unfazed by the pummeling gale and deluge, it took its time as it calmly unleashed a sinuous, buoyant stream of riffs. I predict that this week, Scorpio, you will experience an equivalent miracle.
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[19 Apr 2002|08:33am] |
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It's becoming a bad habit. Up at 4. Then I can't quite get back to bed totally. At 5 AM my mind was racing over the papers in my head, so I did the wise thing and turned on a light and wrote down the thoughts, knowing I wouldn't remember them in a few more hours. I then lay in bed half dreaming half worrying but never really sleeping until 7, when I felt like a thousand pound weight.
I have a sea town in my dream landscape, and I was there last night. I kept trying to escape everyone. And I finally got to the really high cliff I wanted to get to, but then I felt like I was falling off. Some friends and my parents were there, but I couldn't wait to get away from them either. Hm.
6 on the PM Scale. I'm starting to get nervous again because of his ambivalence. Patience.
Off to Tek. Then school. Then either things go well and I go to PM's, or things go bad and I go home to clean and sleep.
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[18 Apr 2002|08:20pm] |
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Yeah for Dar Williams. And my sheet.
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[18 Apr 2002|07:38pm] |
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Drip drip drop.
Drip drip drop.
Drip drip drop.
Drip drip drop.
I'm catching up on entertainment law. I'd rather be catching up on flesh.
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[18 Apr 2002|05:54pm] |
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In an attempt to rejuvinate my lagging motivation, I got a double hazelnut [nonfat] latte. Idon'twannawriteanymorepapers.
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[18 Apr 2002|03:35pm] |
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Looks like I've got a short term temporary job for a few weeks after graduation, testing the new computers for the school lab. They can't afford any more than that, but they want my experience. That's a wonderful ego stroke :) I also talked to my favorite reference librarian, Rob, for a bit about my A paper, since he helped me through the initial birthing stages. His assurance were good. I'm in favor of Rob.
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[18 Apr 2002|09:45am] |
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I finally got my rough draft back of my A Paper. Although the professor seemed to be so positive in the group meeting the other week, her criticisms were a little more extensive, suggesting a more fundamental revision is needed than I originally thought. She at least liked my writing and organization. Ugh. My heart is in the pit of my stomach. I've never had 7 pages of typed, single spaced comments before on a paper. Not even at Reed. And the ink she spilled on the document itself....
On another note.. I'm at a 8.5 on the PM Scale. I went over there for a little last night, and we watched the original Oceans 11 which is one of his favorite movies. It was really funny watching it with him, and the movie is just so silly. We didn't quite finish it, though, because he was on the verge of passing out. So I left him to lie prone and I went home. But it was good to just have some nice quiet time with him. I likes him.
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[17 Apr 2002|04:16pm] |
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PM Meter: 7. I'm heading over to see him later. It'll be limited fun, but seeing him will make me a happy camper.
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[17 Apr 2002|03:13pm] |
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Amelie soundtrack |
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I got Canterbury more toys. A cave-like bed since he hates his open ceiling bed and prefers dark places to hide. A tag so when Stina nags me enough to let him outside, someone call us when they find his smooshed body in the middle of the road. And new food to hopefully alter his stench.
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[17 Apr 2002|01:22pm] |
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My neck and shoulders hurt, I'm tired, I don't want to do any work, and I won't get to see PM today (continuing neck problems for him). I quit.
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[17 Apr 2002|11:53am] |
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I had an excellent morning. A horrible sleep-free night, but a good morning, full of leg shaving, phone calls, shirts fitting, software downloading, and acts of good samaritanism (took Stina to the doc). Now, now I'm back in the oubliette at Tek, and my screen continues to tease me with obnoxious green flare ups. And I've yet to have my morning joe.
I started reading Ghostwritten by David Mitchell in the doctor's office. It starts off from the point of view of someone who just perpetrated an act of terrorism. It's interesting. Good so far (that's 10 pages).
( questionnaire from nefas )
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