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| Monday, December 6th, 2004 |
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my heart forever belongs to california.  M. |
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| Friday, December 3rd, 2004 |
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he poked my lovehandle and called it cute. i snarled and muttered something about, "oh yeah, so cute it's sickening." but as i turned and walked away, i couldn't help but smile. (hey! don't forget to give me your address if you haven't already and you'd like a little holiday somethin' - i'd love to send something to you. yes, YOU! see THIS POST) |
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ANTH 341 Lecture Emergence of Civilizations Graded 3.00 Enrolled 9:20AM 10:35AM Tues,Thurs ENGL 345 Lecture Women Writers Graded 3.00 Enrolled 10:45AM 12:00PM Tues,Thurs ENSP 200 Lecture Global Environmental Issues Graded 3.00 Enrolled 2:30PM 3:45PM Tues,Thurs THAR 374 Lecture Theatre of the World Graded 3.00 Enrolled 4:00PM 5:15PM Tues,Thurs ENGL 339 Lecture Intro to Shakespeare Graded 4.00 Enrolled 6:00PM 9:40PM Wed Charges Date Posted Item Description Amount 12/01/2004 Associated Students Fee 60.00 USD 12/01/2004 Document Fee 11.00 12/01/2004 Facilities Fee 12.00 12/01/2004 Instructnly Related Activity F 179.00 12/01/2004 State University Fee 1,167.00 12/01/2004 Student Health Fee 106.00 12/01/2004 Student Union Fee 169.00 Total Charges: 1,704.00 USD + 90.00 (parking permit) wow, it's actually less than i thought it would be! and i still might take an Italian course at the junior college (since SSU doesn't offer Italian). Here's to being ridiculously busy and ri-dic-u-lous-ly poor for the next four or five months. (ouch) M. |
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i am so very far behind on many things. i've yet to finish the "why you are cool" entries, AND the three things photo entries from what seems ten thousand years ago. i hope to work on both this weekend, maybe even today if i find the time to finish my paper. yes, the one that was due yesterday. regardless of hose things i am behind on, it is that time of year for holiday cards. and while mine do not always arrive "on time" they do arrive... so if you would like a holiday sentiment from me, please respond here with your address (even if you think i already have as my address book has gone MIA). all comments will be screened. (but if you still don't feel comfy, you can email me at forgttnhrt@hotmail.com) M. |
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| Wednesday, December 1st, 2004 |
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The cold drove me to infidelity, pushed me to forsake my favorite bench for the warmth of an indoor chair. There I sat, perusing the Rolling Stone magazine I'd picked up prior to my morning class. Oh, Rolling Stone, I have given up on you so many times, but something always brings me back. After I canceled my subscription, disgusted by the boy bands and brittney's you had the audacity to feature month after month on your covers, you pulled me back again with an article on Jane's. After I protested your 100 greatest guitar players of all time, snarling at the sheer stupidity of such a list that leaves off people like Steve Vai, Muddy Waters, and Slash (and puts Eddie Van Halen at number SEVENTY while JACK WHITE sits at 17???.. i digress), something pulled me back. Yesterday's proverbial dangling carrot was the cover, "The 500 Greatest Songs Ever Written," and so, like a sucker, i succumbed. By number something past 100, I was already grumbling that not one single Pink Floyd song had appeared - I mean they only have the unbreakable record of longest running album on the billboard charts. i defy anyone to produce an album that stays on that chart for more than 741 weeks (that's over fourteen years boys and girls) and the only reason it fell off the chart was because they changed the rules in 1988 so that an album could only chart for its first 15 years and then would automatically drop off. It's not that I was disagreeing with their choices (though for some, I would definitely disagree), but this is Pink Floyd people. (Still Digressing) The point of this tale is not who did or who did not make their list (I've yet to finish reading it, but rest assured Pink Floyd does indeed make one or two appearances, and The Clash and The Kinks both showed up as well, issuing a sigh of relief), but what happened as I was reading it. So there I was, involved with Rolling Stone rather than Dylan Thomas who was originally scheduled for that particular time slot. The girl who usually sits next to me looks over and catches sight of a picture of Kurt Cobain and asks what place he came in. She went on to say that she simply didn't understand the big deal with Nirvana, thinking they weren't even that good, but definitely overrated. I, of course, had to counter with my own opinion. Credit must be given when credit is due, and whether or not a person likes Nirvana's music is inconsequential. The fact of the matter is that they were undeniably monumental in the musical shift that took place in the early 1990s. Were they the only band to influence that change? Of course not, it would be ridiculous so assume so, but they did seem to become the push which propelled the movement forward. So there I am, discussing this with her and the cutie who sits on the other side of her when I very much unintentionally dated myself. Badly. I was still discussing their influence, which makes them so notable, and how they were the end of the hair bands and glam rock who had taken over the airwaves. Somewhere in the conversation I said something about how Nevermind came out right around the time I was a freshman. It was the statement, "when i was a freshman," that brought the musical conversation to a screeching halt. "A FRESHMAN?" she said, "damn, how old are you?" You see, apparently my little friend was five years old when that album came out. Five. Years. Old. When I confessed to them I was nearly twenty-eight, they were both shocked. "You definitely don't look that old" she said in a tone that resembled horror all too much. (Where is my walker?) Being around all these people who are five, six, seven+ years younger than myself does prove to be a little interesting. There was the girl freaking out over turning 23, the girl freaking out about turning 20. Meanwhile, here I am, plodding my way toward 30... back in college, eternally single, no kids, no hubby, working a temp job.... And you know what? Strangely enough, I'm okay with it. With all of it. Because it will all work itself out out, everything happens for a reason, it all comes in it's own time. You know, "if it's meant to be..." and all that jazz. Life: is it really anything more than a series of stepping stones? M. |
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| Monday, November 29th, 2004 |
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Dear LiveJournal (particularly Daddies), What should I buy my father for Christmas? He is 6...er.. 63(? oooooo - bad daughter! oh well, if anything i've made him younger) and he primarily enjoys sailing, reading, cooking, flying model airplanes, and chess (and a long long time ago HAM Radios). I have no idea what to buy him (especially since he's always complaining about having "too much stuff") and could use some suggestions. I do not like to give gift certificates (because then people know just how much you spent and that seems not as fun), and please do not suggest a ship in a bottle because i will have to punch you. Thank you! M. (i would have to punch you because for the last gazillion years i have wanted to buy him a lovely ship in a bottle but never could find a nice one... last year, my brother gave my father a very nice ship in a bottle. to wit: he stole my idea!) PS - while you are at it, I am also responsible for stuffing his and my mother's stockings. any suggestions for his stocking would also be greatly appreciated. |
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Sundays are, traditionally, my day to do nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. This knowledge is fairly widespread, for to disturb my slumber early (or late) Sunday morning is to sign your own death warrant. My roommate knows better than to request chores from me on this day as I made it very clear upon moving in that Sunday is my day. Quite often there is a bath involved, mindless reading of trashy novels or even trashier magazines. Books. Pajamas. It is the day I recoup. The day i reinforce the cracks to make it through another week. Sunday is the day I have married to my pajamas, the day i am most likely to paint my nails and all that girlie business. Sundays = relaxing. Relaxing and deli sandwiches. So there i was in the (unbelievably good) deli, patiently waiting to order up my Sunday sandwich. this is a very tasty deli, (though their baguette attacked me when i attempted to eat it), and being noonish, it was farily crowded. i fell into line and perused their menu to see if anything sounded better then my standard vegetarian. the only thing sounding scrumptious enough to replace my favorite sandwich of veggie goodness was their meatball, which i have never tried (in fact, come to think of it, i've only had their veggie). As I continued eyeing their menu, I could not help but overhear the three women in front of me as they ordered their sandwiches. Three women, three sandwiches. Turkey with swiss. Turkey no cheese. Turkey no tomatoes. TURKEY???? did we not just have Thanksgiving? Obviously these women are tryptophen addicts. Surely that is the only explanation. Nearly the entire country has spent the last four days waddling around stuffed full of turkey and here are these women, ordering up more. The insanity of these women caused my brain to seize and i forgot all about those meatballs. Veggie sandwich it was. And it was quite a delightful addition to my lazy wasted Sunday. M. PS - Unfortunately, it was not really that lazy. I cleaned out my closet, brought the sweaters down, laundry, bathroom, garbage, bills, budget.... sigh Is it friday yet? |
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another day another dollar. half past eleven and i've only now finished devouring holiday and every day tales. i smiled, i laughed, my eyes glistened with teas. i lost myself in photos, surrendered myself to dreams, swallowed small pieces of souls that were dropped into this universe, ultimately to my lap. i still have the job, though i continue to wonder how long it will last. the job, the peace, the sense of stability. how long how long how long? memorable quotes : my brother, as he settled in the passenger seat of my car, "Are you listening to RAP???" the way he asked it was priceless: shock, amazement, and a sort of bewildered horror. indeed, i was listening to rap. he grinned when he realized it was Em, "oh that explains it." apparently rap is the very last thing he expected to hear blaring from my speakers. of course, there's no blaming him for that. "I should just buy you a toothbrush," he grumbled into the dark night as i gathered my things to go. spending the evening with no foresight is always a problem for me. it's the teeth, i love to brush my teeth. he asked why i did not just buy myself one, a fair enough question. but to bring a toothbrush would imply i was intending to spend the night. of course, keeping a toothbrush there - what would that imply? my words just failed me. blank slate (would you draw your pictures across my flesh?) M. |
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| Friday, November 26th, 2004 |
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oh what a day it was. it was one of the biggest thanksgivings we've had in years. when my grandfather was ill, we would drive up to their house, just the immediate family and have one of those safeway pre-made dinners (which, surprisingly, are not bad). the "kids' table" (though it was amended to "cousins' table" as they did not feel right calling us "kids") had a round of scrabble after dinner. of course i won *smirk* later, the boys played texas hold em and the rest of us chit-chatted the evening away. it was very relaxing, very nice. but all good things must come to an end. and though it didn't necessarily ruin our good time, the words, "so you know we're taking your buddy to jail for a deuce" are definitely a mood spoiler. for those who don't understand the lingo, a deuce is a "dewey," otherwise known as a D.U.I. yes, that's right. coming back from the bar with my brother and a couple of his friends, we were pulled over. ironically the swerving that caused the pull-over in the first place really was a result of cell phone dialing. however, you can imagine our surprise when it was discovered via breathalyzer that our designated driver (because we had actually discussed who could and would drive before ever even going to the bar) was three times the legal limit. and so the remaining three had a lovely 1:00am walk across town. the officers did offer to let one of us drive if we felt up to it and passed a breathalyzer test before leaving, but none of us felt the need to even attempt that. i feel so badly for my friend who spent thanksgiving evening in jail. but then, on the flip side of that, why the hell did he tell us before he even picked us up that it was cool, he'd drive?. at the bar he only had two beers, so to put him at three times the limit - that's craziness! obviously he'd been drinking beforehand. it's a little bit irksome because i could have been the DD and not had anything at the bar and we all would have been fine. of course he has my empathy, but when i heard them say how far over the limit he was, i was a little annoyed. i mean, that's our lives at risk, you know? not to mention the lives of everyone else on the road. drunk driving doesn't really fly with me, too many friends lost. now it's off with my mother to our annual post-thanksgiving shopping spree. normally we would go to Union Square or Union Street in San Francisco, but we've tired of those shops as you can find most of them at any local mall. this year we decided to try out Fourth Street in Berkeley. smaller shops, and my mom enjoys it more, so that's a bonus. another bonus is that they have a Crate & Barrel outlet store somewhere there. yum. but the big bonus is thai food after at Plearn, which is super-yum. my brother's favorite place, apparently one of Tiger Woods' favorite places, and the best thai food i've had (of course, i've not had much). (oh, sigh, i just realized i forgot my camera) so that is that. i can't believe it's only friday! part of me is exhausted and the rest of me is expecting more soreness and exhaustion as the day progresses. ahhhhhh, but i still have two days left of my weekend! and both are reserved for relaxing. happy friday! M. |
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| Thursday, November 25th, 2004 |
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something is attacking me and i do not know what. this morning i woke early(ish), drove home, got ready, and drove right back down to this sleepy town. my eye, the left one, it has been watering all morning, tear falling splish-splash watering. i wandered the aisles of the store ("get beer!" they said); two six packs, a lipstick, and flowers for my mother. no free hand and so the tear marked a trail down my cheek as i made my way to the cashier. "are you alright?" she asked, yes yes, it's allergies. but to what? to what? most likely the giant pile of mulch in our driveway. a story for another time. happy thanksgiving. and if you do not celebrate thanksgiving, happy thursday! |
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| Wednesday, November 24th, 2004 |
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i've not forgotten the rest of you who responded to my entry from monday, but my time at work has grown to an end. i will be spending turkey day with my parents (who, unlike my poor-ass, have internet service), so keep an eye out. :) and that wraps this day up. enjoy your weekend. enjoy your holiday (and if you do not celebrate this "holiday" for whatever your reason - because i know you guys are out there, well then simply enjoy your thursday!). love you all. love, M.e |
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![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20041206164451im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ldygwynedd (aka: the woman whose LJ user name i NEVER spell correctly), Mmmm.. Auntie G... What to say what to say? We've been in the same circles for years and years now, it seems. Way back when on those pesky AOL boards. Way back when I think I still signed my name Shell (or Shell* after Heck gave me my star). Though we've never met face to face nor ever spoken on the telephone, I know how special you are. It's obvious the way you talk about your family, the way you talk about your "kids," and, of course your dogs! You are such a beautiful woman, so strong in spirit and unwavering in your beliefs. I love that you and I have spoken about religion, and despite our differing beliefs, you never once judged me or grew frustrated. I admire you more than I can quite adequately explain, for all these reasons and more. You seem to me to be the sort of woman who will always offer a smile, because you have found your peace. You possess a grace that is not seen in many people, a quiet sort of something that makes you stand apart from the crowd. If ever I make it across this country, I should like nothing more than to treat you to a cup of coffee or tea from your favorite shop and sit and spin the hours away. Thank you for your neverending support and for always knowing just what to say (even when you thought maybe it was the wrong thing or even when i did not agree, there was always truth to your words). Thank you for reminding me not to forget about my poor abandoned puppy and for reminding me that parents are people too... people who love their children far more than a childless person such as myself might ever understand. You are beautiful, Auntie G. and very much loved and appreciated. |
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um_coeur, I love your journal. I really enjoy the different sorts of lists you make, sometimes you even make lists that don't seem like lists but are. Maybe it's because I am a sort of list person too, that I like it. Lists aside, I think one of the first things I noticed about your LJ was your photos. It's so nice to see photos of people and their every day lives (i loved the slugfest photo!). Your journal is so full of energy and life, it is refreshing and uplifting to read. Sometimes it's as though I can even hear your laughter as I read your words - then again, it could be my own inward giggling, for your enthusiasm is contagious. (and your rendering of the big dog attacking the chiuaua (pretend a moment i know how to spell) had me giggling forEVER. thank you! M. |
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airegin, Of course I don't know you very well, but I do know that you sent me a text message eons ago that i never thanked you for. that little tidbit was FABULOUS, it came at a perfect point in my day and lit up this piece of my world with a smile. Your LJ almost always cracks me up. Not only the things you say, but the way that you say them with a nothing held back attitude. I admire your honesty and aspire to your wit. Your LJ is definitely a wonderful addition to my reading list. politics aside ;) M. |
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| Monday, November 22nd, 2004 |
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cleveland66 (even if i had to trick you into it) Of course you are wonderful, you made me a mix cd. Mix cds automatically up the wonderful points in my book. Not to mention the cd you made was completely and utterly fabulous. All that aside, you are such a witty and intelligent person. And the quotes, the quotes! I'm not certain, exactly, but it may have been the quotes that drove me to add you in the first place. I never thought I would meet a person who seems to enjoy quotations as much as I do! And to boot, you have the best birthday ever! :) M. |
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blindhurt You are amazing, though sometimes it may be difficult for you to see it. What amazes me is how strongly you will fight for the things you believe in. How hopeful you are for the future, even when things seem dim. And how steadfast you are in your love, even when things hit a rough patch, even when things seem too much. You are willing to put in the work for the things that you want, and that is more than a lot of people can say. In short, you are an inspiration, and you do, indeed, rock. :) M. |
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1. Reply to this post if you want/need me to tell you how cool you are! (If I don't know you I'll have to improvise) 2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why I think you are better than a warm husky on chilly feet(try it sometime). 3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration. |
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i just finished eating an apple. a red apple that was delivered to me in a box of lovely yummy goodies. [red apples are my favorite, it's a good thing i am not snow white]. yum and yum. and thank you. i can't stop thinking that i am responsible for sabotoging myself. ican't stop thinking of the someone somewhere who might think, yes, yes, i know what you mean but there is nobody. because they don't and you don't because i don't but i might. contradictory. paradoxical. never anything worthwhile. M. |
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another monday, another week, another beginning begins after just another ending. the world turns and my chest rises and falls with this neverending cycle of breath. [hello.] i started a new paper journal last night, though the one in which i've been penning my soul is nowhere near to full. gone is the lovely maroon threaded cover, the bead inlay, the gold edged pages. replaced by simple and sleek, black cover, white pages, thin lines all across. change, i suppose, that constant need for change. today marks a change, tomorrow, the next. every day is a new day, what will you make of it? i read this frivolous book last night (in lieu of reading Frankenstein as required. this fluffy little book was a delight regardless of the fluff, indeed, perhaps, due to it. a sort of "duh" book that offers a nudge every woman has needed at some point. of course, what i need is a nudge toward Frankenstein. I've made it to (not through) only chapter one, and my paper on it is due. . . tomorrow. M. |
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