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::Jul 29, 2004:10:36 PM:: |
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I think my fish are farting.
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::Jul 28, 2004:08:46 AM:: |
Wow. Crazy weird night. Fun times.
I finished printing all of my pictures for class, though! It's hip. Today I will pick them up and make sure I have at least 10 usable pictures. But I printed 16. Besides the 2 sheets I haven't used, did I really use 7 (8?) sheets for test strips? What a waste.
I have to write my manifesto today. Oh, golly.
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::Jul 27, 2004:01:50 PM:: |
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I lose my mind a little more with every day that passes.
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::Jul 23, 2004:03:14 PM:: |
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I'm a suspect again today! I'm so sneaky.
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::Jul 23, 2004:10:02 AM:: |
3am freak-out all for nought.
I love you, DHCP.
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| :: Lunch Conversation :: |
::Jul 22, 2004:12:32 PM:: |
A new employee was telling his supervisor about how his email client isn't working and how he can't print from his computer and how he's still having trouble accessing our museum network. A computer guru is coming on Monday to help him fix the computer, but in the meantime, his supervisor suggested, perhaps he could find another computer to work on.
She said: "Have you met Zeus?"
He looked absolutely horrified. He looked like he didn't know whether to respond cautiously to the crazy woman who was speaking of an ancient Greek god or to act calmly and ask who Zeus was - an intern maybe?
The look on his face was so instantly full of confusion that I couldn't contain my giggles. His supervisor smiled at me and nodded, as if there was an inside joke about this person named Zeus. He continued to look confused, but was now looking back and forth between her and me.
I said: "I'm sorry. I can only imagine what someone's reaction might be in they didn't know that Zeus was a computer." A visible wave of tension-relief washed over his face.
He said: "No, tell me about Zeus."
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::Jul 20, 2004:05:18 PM:: |
Poll #323751 Adjectives needed!
Open to: All, results viewable to: AllWords (descriptions) you associate with home:
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::Jul 20, 2004:02:11 PM:: |
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I could not do anything on my computer at work all day because my computer had gotten sick with the W32.Beagle virus! It is all happy and healthy again (Symantec cough syrup) but it is time for me to go finish my photo assignment for tomorrow night. I have 5 decent prints. I just need one more. Damn you, Dodging and Burning!
I need to have more unproductive days. I'm getting tired of the hustle and bustle. But soon Jon will be leaving and photography will be over and I will be sad again. But then my two lovely girls will be moving back to Minneapolis. I miss my darlings!
Soulmate, Deutschland wird dich vermissen aber Minneapolis braucht dich!
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::Jul 19, 2004:10:19 PM:: |
Statements that are true/important are in bold. Added some comments along the way.
I want writing to be my primary source of income. Photography would be an excellent second source...
I want to be a prolific writer.
I write every day.
I want people to read my work in years to come.
I want my writing to be critically acclaimed.
I want to be published regularly.
I want to finish my novel(s).
I want to touch people with my writing.
I would like to see them make a movie with my work.
I would like to win an award (Hugo, Nebula, etc)
I would like a huge fan base.
I don't mind if people use my characters for slash/fanfic.
I want to do book tours, lecture or teach about writing.
I want to write the type of stuff I like to read.
I want to write the type of stuff I don't currently see in print.
I write to please myself foremost.
I want to help redefine a genre.
I want to see my work in print, on the bookshelves.
I see myself published in a print media in 5 years.
Publishing is not the goal of my writing.
I want my writing to count for something.
I would be happy to finish a novel even if it never sees print.
I have clearly defined goals to accomplish with my work.
I always challenge and redefine my writing.
I am writing my best work now.
I am content to see my work only on the web(in e-format).
I want to be well paid for my writing.
I want to be paid a fair and respectful amount for my writing.
I want my writing to be popular within the genre.
It is important that people understand my work.
I have a statement to say in everything I write.
I write for fun.
I take my writing very seriously.
Writing is an obsession.
Writing is one of my obsessions.
I do not see writing as a personal obsession.
Writing is just one aspect of me.
Writing helps define me as a person.
I use writing to communicate my vision.
I believe in the concept of a MUSE.
I sometimes get "Writers Block".
I do not believe in "Writers Block" or the concept of a "Muse".
Many other writers frustrate me.
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::Jul 19, 2004:11:17 AM:: |
I'm going to be an artist. I have all sorts of exciting adventures and inspiration these days!
I think in December I want to get a different (more artistically professional?) domain name. Hm. http://porkchop.org?
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::Jul 15, 2004:11:25 AM:: |
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I am eating the mother of all sammiches today:
1. Brownberry "Health Nut" bread.
2. Spinach.
3. Several slices of deli-thin turkey.
4. Sandwich pickles.
5. Another slice of "Health Nut".
6. More spinach.
7. Pepperjack cheese.
8. French's mustard.
9. Final slice of "Health Nut".
It is soooo good.
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::Jul 13, 2004:04:44 PM:: |
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I'm not sure if I want to go home and nap and be lame all night or if I want to go to the coffeehaus and knit for an hour or so and be away from all that is my boring life. Except for the knitting. The knitting is nice.
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::Jul 12, 2004:02:57 PM:: |
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I don't think I could feel any more hostile today.
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::Jul 10, 2004:05:40 PM:: |
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I went to the coffeeshop while I was doing my laundry and I drank an iced chai. After a while and switching from washers to dryers, I sat down on the coffeeshop's couch and continued knitting. But it was so hard and I almost messed up several times. I was jittery from the chai. It was too much caffeine.
I thought to myself, "If this chai had been alcohol, I would be completely drunk right now."
I guess I should eat before I drink chai. I'm still jittery. After a couple hours... My level of caffeine tolerance is really pretty sad.
I was also completely nervous about a boy who looked almost exactly like Nietszche Boy. I would have N-Boy's babies because he's so hot and geeky. He develops websites. And he has beautiful eyes. See? It's like I'm drunk! Drunk on chai and forbidden coffeehaus love.
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::Jul 10, 2004:01:00 AM:: |
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Someday I will be wealthy enough to hire people to haul my ramen inside for me.
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::Jul 08, 2004:06:05 PM:: |
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Internet at home! Yippee!
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::Jul 07, 2004:01:51 PM:: |
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I looked at M.B.A. programs on the Carlson School of Management website and I am so disgusted by the thought of attending classes there. Accounting is boring. Sure, I can do it know without too much complaint, but if I'm accounting for the rest of my life...
Could I be assured a fat paycheck? Could I have a condo on a beach? Could I have a beautiful, shiny car that goes vroom? Could I also be the most un-boring accounting business professional you've ever met?
And what about dress code? I am not wearing dress suits or business attire to friggin' classes. Nor will I give up my dream of 13 piercings someday. And so help me if snobby rich-kid Carlson dunderheads irritate me...
I am feeling so conflicted about this real life thing. I just want to learn new languages and have fun forever!
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::Jul 06, 2004:03:52 PM:: |
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Smeagel says: "We HATESES the state and federal taxes. They takeses away the Precious."
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::Jul 06, 2004:09:38 AM:: |
It's Tuesday morning but it feels like Monday morning. Staff meeting today won't be nearly as interesting as last Tuesday's meeting. Why can't they all be field trips?
I went to see the Violent Femmes last night, but I was irritated with the crowd. I felt much to cool for those people (having already been to two Femmes concerts, I'm such an elitist diehard :P ), so Ellie and I left early. I love Gordon and Brian and I wish they would sit around and make me giggle, but not when I have to contend with irritating Minnesotans. ;)
It started raining, anyway, (and they sang a song with lyrics: "It's gonna rain!") and I was generally irritated with carnivals and the lack of entertainment they've provided for me lately.
I do so love downtown St. Paul, though. It's so hip.
I wish I was knitting.
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| :: Mill City Museum :: |
::Jul 01, 2004:02:24 PM:: |
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( My Review )
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::Jun 28, 2004:01:20 PM:: |
I just caught myself spacing out in the bathroom, thinking about upcoming photo assignments and rubbing extremely greasy lotion into my hands.
This work day is shot.
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::Jun 28, 2004:10:48 AM:: |
It seems as if I was stuck in some vortex of absolute boredom this weekend. I got home on Friday afternoon from work and fell into bed for a while... and it seems I didn't really get up until yesterday. There was a brief intermission from my house on Saturday night, when Rebecca helped me out and brought me to the laundromat. We also visited the tattoo parlor so she could get her elephant touched up. Then home again.
BLAH. I played Kingdom hearts for about 3 hours. I also played some SSX Tricky. And I DDRed. Overall, though, I was pretty stationery. Stationary? Oh, man.
I'm done organizing though. All of my books and CDs are sorted properly... Things in my little house are coming together quite nicely. It's nice having pictures on the walls. It's nice sprawling out on the living room floor because I can. It's nice making tons of spaghetti sauce (and it was tasty, too). I was so ... I left the computer for a minute and have completely forgotten my thought.
Why do I update this thing? I'm so boring.
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::Jun 25, 2004:10:24 AM:: |
Continuing education student injures woman in suicide attempt
( Read more... )
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::Jun 23, 2004:12:28 PM:: |
I'm feeling groggy today. One of these nights I should get to bed before midnight.
But lastn night Katie was in town again, so we hung out all night. Chilling.
I just shoved a sandwich in my face. I'm excited to leave work and go to the art building to develop more film before class today. Only two and a half more hours...
One of these days I should get to work at the right time, too.
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::Jun 18, 2004:02:14 PM:: |
Jen and I were playing with Legos last night. I reconstructed my "Shanghai Surprise" pirate boat that Karyn gave me a few years ago. And we played.
Jen: He's going to steal the treasure.
Me: Then he's going to commandeer the ship.
(Me) Lego Thief: "Yar! Get steering ye pirates of the butt!"
And I giggled...
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::Jun 18, 2004:10:49 AM:: |
Last night I watched Kal Ho Naa Ho. Cheesy bollywood flick, but the last hour and a half was completely emotionally draining and awful and I was almost driven to alcoholism. But when it finally ended, I opted to go back to the scene where they disco and learn the dance moves because I needed to not be sad anymore.
Tonight is David Byrne... I'm hoping to sleep in until about 11:30am tomorrow. That would rock.
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::Jun 15, 2004:09:23 AM:: |
What's good to know is that if I decide "concepts of visual arts" will be a waste of my time, I can drop it but still get credit for it because I got a B+ in introduction to design thinking.
I think this is probably going to cause me to drop the class (I'll need to be REALLY enthusiastic about class tonight in order to see a point in going). I think about the schedule I've set for myself this summer and I just want to curl up into a ball and die.
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::Jun 10, 2004:10:30 AM:: |
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HicCUP.
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::Jun 09, 2004:12:12 AM:: |
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I just got home from the new Harry Potter and I think I really enjoyed it. Much improved since the second movie, but I am a little weirded out by the new scenery and whatnot. Anywho. Bed!
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::Jun 06, 2004:02:36 AM:: |
But a guitar, Dieter!
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::Jun 04, 2004:10:42 PM:: |
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Last night went for two-fers at the Pub, went to the Eagles for karaokee, belted out "Shadowboxer", stopped in a field for drunken cartwheels, then played four-person Mario Kart at Kelsey's. Jen and I walked back to my house and we slept together. La-tee-da!
Woke up around 11 this morning, had some lunch, took a shower, finished pulling up the carpet from my brother's old bedroom and removing nails, staples, etc. My dad started removing wallpaper in the stairwell, my mom and I hauled all sorts of crap out to dad's trailer for the Civic Council. Three junk computers! How did they all wind up here? A dresser, a coffee table, two school desks... Mom and I were already exhausted and dad was telling what to do and how to do it and how fast it should be done. He couldn't lift anything due to a surgery he just had, so mom and I did it all. Very much pain now. Then we took the "carpet" out of my old bedroom and out of my bathroom. I boxed up things I'm bringing back to Minneapolis, but I think I'll need to organize better tomorrow. I have so much crap. What else did I do today? I don't remember. Tomorrow I'm moving the cats' litterboxes from the upstairs to the basement and probably removing more wallpaper? Oh, no, dad is doing that and I'm sanding the varnish off of wooden railings and doorways and whatever. I should go to bed. So tired.
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::Jun 02, 2004:11:42 AM:: |
After a brief moment of reflection and some digital pictures, I have just torn down the collage of mighty late-90s rock-n-roll gods and goddesses that I created in high school. Hm.
Out with the old! In with the new!
Where can I buy a small South Dakota flag?
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::Jun 01, 2004:10:27 PM:: |
Also: tomorrow I have to play with my dad's GPS unit and figure out how it works. I'm going to map our neighborhood!
I found a couple geocaches to download, too, maybe. I'll have to show dad.
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::Jun 01, 2004:10:16 PM:: |
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When my sister or brother were graduating high school, I would look at the graduation announcement pictures in the Broadcaster and Plain Talk and think that everyone looked so old and mature. Now I look at them and think about how young and stupid they look.
I wonder if people thought I looked young and stupid in my graduation photo?
In any case, I didn't know anyone that just graduated from Vermillion High School this past may, except for Maxwell. A long damn time ago, on a street a block away, my friend, Jennifer, and I would venture over to Maxwell's house to play Jeopardy on his computer (before computers existed, really) or to play in his kick-ass treehouse that his dad built. When Jennifer moved to Wagner I stopped hanging out with Maxwell because he was really becoming a gross little boy. He was always doing gross little boy things and it was really irritating. I would see his mom in Hy-Vee after I became a cashier in high school, but I don't know if they knew who I was anymore. It's so odd: we only lived a block apart for so many years and we could barely recognize each other. Even after all that time watching the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movies and playing video games.
Earlier I was thinking that if he graduated this year then he would have been a freshman when I was senior and I was probably a gigantic bitch to him (as most high school seniors are to the inferior underclassmen), but I was wrong. He would have been in 8th grade. He still looks the same rotten scoundrel kid, though, and I could easily still be a big bitch to him. If ever I get the chance...
He probably wouldn't even know me anymore.
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::May 28, 2004:11:57 AM:: |
I got what ![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20040730165053im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lizzybobizzy wanted, and I wanted the Australian!
You Should Date A Swede!
You're a romantic, albeit an understated and practical one.
It's more about a steady partnership for you, not unrestrained falling.
Your Swede will give you the unwavering love you crave,
while making up some mean pancakes and meatballs on the side!
Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?
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::May 28, 2004:08:37 AM:: |
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This chocolate cake I'm eating for breakfast tastes like sin.
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::May 27, 2004:03:29 PM:: |
My favorite soup is chicken and wild rice.
My favorite ice cream used to be rocky road, but it's vanilla now.
My favorite flower is the daisy.
My favorite spice is red pepper flakes.
If I can't have chai, I'll get a vanilla steamer. If I can't have a vanilla steamer, I'll get an amaretto italian cream/french soda.
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::May 26, 2004:04:29 PM:: |
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If I got a dollar every time I forgot what I was doing, I wouldn't know why I have $923,723,131.
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