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Photos. As promised. Here. There are far too many, and most are pretty dull, but there they are. |
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| you make me feel like i wanna be a dumb blonde in a centerfold |
[May. 29th, 2005|11:36 pm] |
Boot camp. Awesome. The weather was perfect, as you'll be able to see when I finally sort out why my pictures won't show up when I upload them. All of my favourite jitsu people were there, and we had lots of time to lie around in the sun making fun of one another and drinking. I saw my first shooting star last night while snuggled in by the campfire. Training was fun, and I made my first attempt at throwing knives. I slept in a tent by myself for the first time, which was somehow satisfying. I'm covered in huge bug bites. The back of my neck is desperately sunburnt. I'm completely exhausted. And I still stink, despite the fact that I've had a shower since arriving home.
I'm for bed soon, I think. |
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| geek sex |
[May. 29th, 2005|07:28 pm] |
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What are you doing tonight? Nothing, you say? Well, in that case, tune in to Trent Radio from 9-10 (EST) tonight for Geek Sex, which now comes to you every single week at this time. You can look forward to hearing about viagra, urinary tract infections, and developments in the treatment of HIV/AIDS, along with lots of other interesting things. You can listen at 92.7 fm if you're local, or listen to the live stream. Don't forget to also send us instant messages in the booth. We're more entertaining if we feel like there are real people listening to us. |
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[May. 28th, 2005|03:17 am] |
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It's stuck in my head now and I can't shake it. The idea makes me smile. |
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[May. 27th, 2005|11:30 am] |
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Boot camp tomorrow. Are any of you looking to get a ride up with me? Jen, Davy, Daisy, I'm looking at you here. Let me know, preferably before I go to work tonight. |
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[May. 23rd, 2005|11:44 pm] |
As ordered by ![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20050530171503im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) neverwher3
Number of books owned:
I'm not precisely sure, but a quick and inaccurate count of the shelves in my office leads me to believe that 400 is a close estimate.
The last book I bought: The Divine Economy of Salvation. I didn't finish it. I got really really bored.
The last book I read: I'm reading Clan of the Cave Bear right now. I love it. I'm also in the process of reading Can't Buy My Love: How advertising changes the way we think and feel by Jean Kilbourne. It might have been earth shattering when I was 19, and is still interesting now. The author uses lots of images from magazines and descriptive examples to break up the theory, which makes it really readable.
Five books that mean a lot to me:
The Velveteen Rabbit
Thinking critically about research on sex and gender - Paula J. Caplan and Jeremy B. Caplan. This was one of my texts in my Feminist Research and Methodology course in second year Women's Studies. It's a slim little thing, but gave me the tools I needed to really understand my discomfort with what I was learning in the psychology part of my degree. It packed everything a budding feminist researcher needed to know about research methods and problems into one easy-to-read book, and has shaped the way I think since then.
The Tent Peg, Judith, No Fixed Address, and Restlessness, all by Aritha Van Herk. I took a Canadian Women's Writing class in third year. I failed it horrifically. I think I finished with 26%. My prof was really dedicated to investigating the unusual, challenging forms of women's literature in Canada, the really difficult, creative things that attempt to rewrite the form of the novel, questioning the basic accepted format of literature, and framing the standard story with a beginning, middle and end as patriarchal and oppressive. Van Herk's novels were pushing the same envelope, but seemed more subtle about it. They really introduced me to women's literature that wasn't chick lit.
Stranger in a Strange Land - Robert A. Heinlein
Guide to Getting it on - Paul Joannides. This book is often referred to around here as The Bible.
Picking five books was almost as hard as picking five people.
Tag five people and have them put this in their journal:
roryboy
becca_maru
wbaron
5thghostbuster
justpick1dammit |
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| i want you but i'm not giving in this time. |
[May. 23rd, 2005|05:35 pm] |
The thing about working weekends and holidays all the time is that I sort of forget that they're different than other days. I know whether the pub will be busier or slower based on the holiday, but I forget that the rest of the world will change as well. Today, for instance. I know it's a holiday. I knew to expect a busier afternoon at the pub. That didn't stop me from spending the day planning to go to the grocery store on my way home from work to buy toilet paper and cheese slices. Now I'm hungry and without the makings of the world's best fried egg sandwich.
The nine to five world is messing with my groove, yo. |
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[May. 20th, 2005|02:05 pm] |
This isn't really my cup of tea, but it might be yours, and a friend asked me to post this to help promote the show.
There's an artist called Heather Dale playing at the Grassroots tonight. Her music is, to quote my friend, "all celtic and stuff", and you can hear some of it at the link on her name. The show is at 9:30 tonight and the cost is $5 at the door. |
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| i wanted everything for a little while. why shouldn't i? |
[May. 19th, 2005|05:13 pm] |
For a person who spends so much time analyzing herself, it's astounding how little I understand about the way I work.
All kinds of people are giving me books to read. I've just read The Da Vinci Code (lame and unoriginal) on my father's recommendation, and started The Clan of the Cave Bear yesterday. I've got a Clive Barker book waiting in the wings, and have now read not one but two trashy novels about werewolves in the past couple weeks. There's nothing quite so relaxing as getting lost in the pages of a book.
I met my nursing girls for coffee after work today. It's been a couple of months since we got together, and I'd forgotten how nice our little chats are. We rant about nursing politics and the details of our placements, about our jobs, our relationships. There's a real diversity of personalities in our little gang, so any issue under discussion is debated and considered from a number of different viewpoints, which makes for lots of things to think about. I've never had many close female friends, and this tight little circle of women feels like a safety net. We're not involved in the daily happenings of one another's lives, but the instant that one of us has any sort of personal catastrophe, the gang rallies together to provide support in the form of dinner or beer or whatever. It's reassuring.
My hairstylist announced on Tuesday that I have a more bizarre love life of any of his other clients. I suppose that's some sort of honour badge, right? I'd hate to be dull.
I'm finally caught up on the standard monthly bills. Now I can start to tackle the huge tax debt and the overdue parking tickets that must be paid before my birthday if I wish to renew my plate sticker. If I can get my credit cards paid off by the end of the summer, I'll be a happy, happy woman. At the moment I feel as if I'm constantly working, yet somehow still perpetually broke, which is, I suppose, my financial punishment for jaunting off to New Orleans twice this spring. |
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| that'll put marzipan in your pie plate, bingo. |
[May. 17th, 2005|11:37 pm] |
My new hair is awesome. It's like rocker pixie hair. I love it.
I can't seem to stop being tired and reclusive. I've spent the bulk of the past three days at home, alone, sitting around. You'd think that after that I'd want some contact, want to be out being social. Nope. I went out for dinner, and immediately afterward headed off to sit alone and read. It's not even as if the company isn't good. I'm clearly not myself. |
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[May. 16th, 2005|04:59 pm] |
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Anyone have any non-creamy soup recipes they're particularly fond of making? Vegetarian is good, but I can probably alter anything to suit me. I'm looking for inspiration. |
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| if everybody wants you why isn't anybody calling? |
[May. 16th, 2005|10:19 am] |
This is a house filled with children. And short people. There are little plastic stepping stools all over the place - there's one in the kitchen, one in the bathroom. I just caught myself stepping up on the stool to plug my flattening iron into the bathroom outlet. Ten minutes ago when I was putting away the dishes, I stacked plastic cups on the higher shelves without stretching at all.
At home I can never reach anything. Even the middle shelves are a reach. I got frustrated when Elias moved in because he started putting things on the top shelves. I can't reach the top shelves, so I never use them. Perhaps I need little plastic stepping stools in my apartment. |
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| remember how my body tastes |
[May. 12th, 2005|10:29 pm] |
I just learned the coolest fucking throw! It's so cool I'm not going to describe it, 'cause it won't sound nearly cool enough unless you see it.
In celebration, I will now put on my jammies, eat some enchiladas, drink yummy St Louis gueuze and watch Buffy. Some nights hermitting is so much fun.
I found my new hair today. I think. My current hair is fun, but is making me feel like a princess who can't leave the house without preparation. If I want it to do anything I need to blow dry and use the straightening iron and lots of hairspray and it just takes forever. I don't want to be that high maintenance. I miss the days when I could just get up, shower, run my fingers through my hair with some wax on them, and presto! Cute hair! I'm getting it cut on Tuesday, and I feel like a little kid waiting for Christmas. icantwaiticantwaiticantwait! |
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| i shiver when i hear your name. |
[May. 12th, 2005|06:23 pm] |
I've resorted to watching Buffy on the crap dvd player that for some reason switches from normal to uber dark picture every few seconds. It's irritating, but I'm an addict. I'll do what I have to.
Buffy just told off the Watcher's Council. It kicked all ass. |
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| enjoy the taste i leave in your mouth. |
[May. 12th, 2005|04:02 pm] |
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| | maroon 5 - shiver | ] | I find lists very satisfying. This is the one that I currently have written on my hand:
milk
hummus/pita
bl. bean enchilada stuff
hair dye
find new hair
dishes
toothbrush x 2
gi from car
juice
lube
clean turtles
salsa
find book/discman - sapph?
There's some sort of order in there somewhere, I'm sure of it. |
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[May. 12th, 2005|12:33 pm] |
Those must be some super sticky postage stamps.
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| it's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet. |
[May. 9th, 2005|05:13 pm] |
Erin: Ooh! What's that thing?
Coworker (not looking up, eyes glued to the little glowing box in his hands): Uh... It's like tetris. Only, uh, if tetris was crack.
Which didn't really answer my question, but it sure did make me giggle.
I really loathe day shifts. I wander around bring Dropsy McSmash and forgetting things and generally feeling like a flaky zombie. Other than that, my current mood matches the beautiful, warm, springy weather. It's encouraging and full of hope and fresh starts and happy things.
My turtles have a new fish. He's just a teeny tiny little thing and his name is McGhie. That seems like a good fish name. |
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| in your lips i sense a danger |
[May. 8th, 2005|12:49 pm] |
It's an incredibly beautiful day. Sunny. Warm. Little buds of green on the trees. The perfect day off.
Or it would have been the perfect day off if I hadn't agreed to go in and work a 3-9 shift as well as do the deposits this afternoon. Which is ok. It's an easy shift, and I'm the extra person, so it's entirely likely that I'll be done early. And it means extra money. And saves me from cleaning my house, which was how I'd originally planned to spend my day.
I thought I had more to say. |
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| you probably think this song is about you, don't you |
[May. 7th, 2005|03:48 pm] |
Dear skeezy men at the gym:
I apologize if I have misled you into believing that I am looking for your attention and approval, though I'm not sure how this might have happened. There are people who make an effort to look good while they're working out. Their outfits usually match, and they can often be seen wearing those trendy yoga pants. I'm not dissing them; I make an effort to look good most of the time. I'm very vain. I understand.
But the gym is sort of my place to stop worrying about how I'm presenting myself, to just lose myself in my thoughts and sweat and music. If I could become completely invisible while I work out, I'd do it. I try my hardest. I work out in a baggy Olde Stone tshirt and retired gi pants. I don't bother to tame my bedhead before hitting the gym. I plug myself into my walkman and do my best to ignore everyone around me.
Which makes it all the more irritating when y'all keep staring at me. A passing glance would be fine, but every single time I go to the gym, there's some guy sitting on some piece of equipment, staring at me for ages and ages. I get enough of that at work. I'd appreciate it if, when I am so clearly not vying for your attention, you'd just leave me alone. It makes me self conscious to have you staring at me while I'm lifting weights, and I resent that you make me feel that way. |
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