| Why the world doesn't need Superman |
[Dec. 28th, 2006|01:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  angry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Shins- Know Your Onion! | ] |
You know, at first I wanted to make nice. I wanted to fix things, I wanted to repair what I screwed up. I knew in my heart that your friendship was worth the struggle, the need for forgivness, worth the teary-eyed look I couldn't help but give you when you said that this is the consequence for the choice I made.
You were doing really great. Standing your ground, coming off all tough like you weren't going to break, I was proud of you. I was glad you weren't going to let me off so easily.
Then you had to go and say it:
"The only reason you talked to me about getting back together over Christmas break is so you'd have a boyfriend to do stuff with when you got home. You figured 'hey I don't have a boyfriend yet, I can get with Joe and when I leave for school again it'll be the same thing over again.'"
Used your x-ray vision on me right there, Superman. You saw through all the bullshit- you're right. I had no intentions of making things better between us for the sake of a civil friendship. No, I was just worried about having a friendly working environment at effing TARGET. I didn't really want to see if we could be alright over break for the sake of a friendship, I really just wanted a piece of ass to call up because I am an attention-starved, carnally driven monster who is just out for all I can get. I just wanted to use you for a little fun.
I don't give a damn about having a "fast, fun, and friendly" working environment. I show up, do my work, get paid and go home. The people I work with are just an extra. I can go through a night of work with or without any one of them, yourself included.
PLEASE don't flatter yourself by thinking you'd be my only option for a 'booty call'.
It just sickens me. You were doing so well- you really had me feeling remorseful for the way I handled the situation. Then you ruined it by saying something so immature and wrong.
Then challenging my integrity, saying "well I've been busy, thats why I didn't contact you. What have YOU been doing?" When I ticked off my list for you and asked if you needed more, you simply said "No I don't really care." THEN DONT EFFING ASK.
I don't think I'm in such a rush for your forgivness right now. Take your sweet time. |
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| Meet me half way |
[Dec. 14th, 2006|03:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  massively disappointed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Eminem- cleanin' out my closet | ] |
Remember when we spent 2 hours on the phone and i just yelled about everything that had been going wrong?
Remember how you came over in the middle of the night just so we could talk it over?
Remember how we agreed to meet half way from now on?
and that was all before we were even an official relationship.
i cant help but make the observation that we're going back to old ways already.
Remember me, missing a performance, so that i could accompany you to a family party and a trip to the city?
remember how i had to work the next morning, and still did not rush our trip one bit to get home in time for a decent amount of sleep?
remember the other night when i hauled ass through a paper so that i could come see you, because you emphasized how much you wanted to see me that night?
remember how it was 3am by the time i was finished, and though i shoulda just collapsed into my own bed at that point, i got in my car, drove around your area looking for a parking spot in the middle of the night, and went out in the freezing albany weather just so i could sleep in yours because you waited up for me?
i sure as hell remember.
i also recall vividly last night, when your way of telling me that you wanted a relationship with me was you saying 'well i cant exactly give you your own drawer' or jokingly saying 'you should just have your own toothbrush here' implying all the nights we'd be spending together.
got my hopes up i guess.
now dont get me wrong, im not some pussy that has to spend every waking moment lushing over you and smothering you. but dont you think that it would be nice to be able to wake up next to each other while we can? i mean, we are a new couple, and we're beginning a serious relationship right before a month-long break, and its not as though i can just hop in my car over christmas break and drive to your place to watch the rest of a movie and fall asleep with you, and then wake up and go home in the morning.
remember the other night when we spoke about me cutting back or stopping certain habits that i have that you dont like, if we were to be in a relationship? remember how i agreed?
i dont know whats going on inside your head. i dont know what you're thinking, what your real reasons are for anything, at least i wont know until about 2 weeks from now when we get in another argument about something stupid and you bring it up then. all i know is that i love falling asleep next to you, waking up next to you, rolling over in the middle of the night and readjusting so we can still be close and comfortable, having you look at me as we fall asleep feeling like i am so beautiful and lucky for being there, not hating your morning breath, your bow-legged stagger as you go through your morning routine, everything.
sorry for wanting that tonight, in the comfort of my own bed- my own mattress that doesnt render me with a pained back in the morning. the back pain is completely worth the ability to wake up next to you, dont get me wrong, but it is nice to sleep on something other than a canoe.
sorry that it makes no sense to me that you couldnt have just stayed tonight, that you couldnt spend just that little bit more time with me. sucks that i couldnt change your mind- even though it was written all over my face just how disappointed i was each time i asked you for an answer.
i've made sacrifices... some of them i've listed here, some of them i havent. you're aware of all of them. at least, i hope you are. it breaks my heart that ALREADY you're not meeting me half way. i dont know if its just laziness, or if its some deep-seeded emotion thing that does it, but im not happy with it.
i told you that if you wanted to talk, you could call me. i guess you really didnt care what i had to say, because i waited long enough for that fucking phone to ring and it never happened. i waited to see if maybe you'd sign back online, but no. i didnt get even a txt saying 'no i'll just talk to you tomorrow.'
i keep thinking back to my conversation with justin this morning, where the conversation ranged from what a good guy you are, to how hes sad that he never gets to see you because you're always in your room. i guess it kinda applies to this too-- you're a good guy, potentially a great boyfriend, but unless its me rushing to you in the middle of the night, i really can't expect too much other than a short visit to my suite and leaving after two hours or so.
this is off to a really great start. thanks for a wonderful evening. |
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| its like... |
[Dec. 11th, 2006|04:14 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | College | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ambiguous | ] |
| [ | music |
| | No Woman No Cry - Bob Marley | ] |
the rush. the bi-annual rush a student gets when the night-before paper is finally finished. when all the built up frustration and anxiety has fostered and calcified in the back of the brain and finally just explodes in a wave of b.s. that you think just barely cuts it but in 5 hours will be a high B+ paper. liberation straight to the face. orgasmic. or better.
rather fine dining followed. cookies and a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich, made for me by daniel adelman himself. i felt like a child again, eating my sandwich in the most messy way possible, with the o'kole slice on the bottom so all the jam squeezed out; in my oversized sweatshirt and bangs in my face, bouncing my legs up and down swinging them over the edge of the bed because my feet didnt reach the ground... it was wonderful. i cant believe how therapeutic it is. just breathing in and letting go of todays stresses, being over-anxious about things that you know are either a- are going to get better in the end, or b- beyond your control so just get over it. its like being 8 years old again.
its promising. its as though life has already been so much fun, you can only compare or associate a moment that proves to be a lower level of enjoyment to a happy time, thus making it less depressing. but as we get older we lose that perception.
we become bitter. responsibility has such a negative stigma that we let it eat away at us because we are annoyed by it, when in all actuality responsibility is a privelege. no one has any sense of self-responsibility, because it scares us, and we'd rather be held by the hand and shown what to do. but as soon as someone vocalizes that the one lending the helping hand is in a way controlling you (communism?) we go postal.
i think too much. its getting me into too much trouble. its only lately that i do this much thinking. just when i think i'm going to be able to take a break from mulling over an issue, something happens and it throws another jagged piece into the puzzle.
simply seeking the solution. this is only wasting time. labels are a waste. they are all in your head. they are a subliminal ranking system, and we always want to outrank each other so we all compete and aggravate ourselves. its all a competition, and as much as you hate competing, you're a part of it.
take your time. no rush. no, wait, why should i wait? have i gotten any indication that i ought to stick around a little longer? or should i just take this delay as a sign that the prospect is not good? i dont know. im so confused and i usually don't let myself get this way. i never wait around. i don't need to waste my time, in fact i am doing quite a disservice to myself if i do so. im keeping myself from fulfilling my original intention.
things will be fine. i have to tell myself that from time to time. there has never been a time in my past that hasn't worked out in the end. everything has been ultimate, and whatever ends remain loose in the present will only be solved in the future, replaced by new ones. its hopeful.
its like serendipity truly consumes us. we dont even realize it. things are going to happen no matter what, and you have to trust that it'll work out. we can try to fight it however we want; delaying things only adds tension. funny how this thought applies to both my romantic and academic lives. that paper will get done. that person will or will not come to you. things will be fine.
irony is a delay. funny- more application to academic and romantic lives.
you'll be blown away. i can't wait to see how my plans pan out. |
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| You begin to wonder why you came... |
[Dec. 6th, 2006|03:50 pm] |
This was your second chance.
This was our clean slate.
Less than 12 hours ago we were talking about starting over.
Less than 12 hours ago we were back to normal.
I'm wondering if this is a sign, and if it is, I'm debating between running as far away as I can, or sticking around to see if it gets better. |
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| Dave Turk with bat in hand. |
[Nov. 9th, 2006|05:15 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | pretty damn freaked out | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Creedence Clearwater Revival | ] |
Okay so tonight was just intense enough to warrant a long-time-coming update at quarter to 5am.
I got to the boys' place on Quail a little after midnight, the parallel parking job being the most time-consuming part of the trip. I was expecting just a chill night hanging out, playing with the puppy, playing darts, the usual. Instead, Alex's phone rings, its Timmy on the other end, asking if we're going "Turking" tonight. Alex asks "Is Donna going?" and without even waiting on an answer or offering me some sort of explanation, says "yeah she's going."
"Turking," come to find out, is traveling down a very isolated, semi-run down road about half an hour out of Albany. We're talking boonies. There would be no sane person out at this hour, much less on the road in question.
Dave Turk, or "The Turk" as we have come to know him, has lived on this road his whole life. The story as to my understanding goes as follows: When he was young, his father passed away, leaving his mother and himself. It is said that after the father died, Dave and his mother would take evening walks on their isolated rural road. There is also something rumored about his mother wearing a white dress or nightgown of some sort, but that is irrelevant. We're not dealing with a ghost story here.
So years later, the mother passes away, and Dave just lost it. He is every kind of crazy. He is out on his road every night, every SINGLE night, most of the time donning dark clothes, night-vision goggles, and a baseball bat. Years ago he apparently carried a gun with him also, but to my understanding he does not anymore. It has become an activity for those from this area to drive out there at night, and look for The Turk. You'll be looking up ahead in the distance for him, and all of a sudden he's right beside your car just staring and watching you through his goggles. He also carries a baseball bat, and has been known to bash in a windshield or two in his time. That, however, only happens if you 'provoke him'. As if the idea of a car full of stupid teenagers coming to ogle at you isnt provoking enough...
The boys decided to take me "Turking" tonight, so I could experience this first hand. I dont know why this seemed like a good idea, in retrospect, it is probably one of the most off-base things I have ever done. We crammed Tim, Greg, and Wee Man in the back seat of Tims honda, and I rode shotgun with Aurora the puppy at my feet, Alex driving.
Went through Schenectady and I got freaked out just watching all the nutters going crazy beside the roads. About 20 minutes later, we were turning onto a dark road with construction signs over a set of railroad tracks. Maybe a mile and a half in, we started watching for a dark figure off the road, maybe two little red lights from the night vision goggles. We got as far as the random country club about a mile from the end of the road, when we saw something in a dark jacket run across the road a ways ahead of us.
Convinced it was him, we kept going to see, keeping a slow, safe speed. We came up on a driveway with what appeared to be a woman at the end of the driveway. Whoever it was had a woman's sleeveless turtleneck on- white with colored stripes. I'm pretty sure my mother has a similar one. Anyway. So we were then curious about the random woman on the side of the road. We turned around in the country club parking lot, maybe 50 feet from this mysterious woman-thing out at 2am just chillin' at the end of her driveway. As we pass by the woman on our way out, we debated over whether or not we should go back and see once more if we could actually find Turk.
We decided to go back up once more, going a little further, since we had come all this way tonight to see. We went past the lady's driveway and the country club again, no one to be seen anywhere. Alex decided to take the road all the way to the end and turn around. We got 3/4 of a mile away from the end of the road where we were going to take a right, and we saw the lady on the side of the road again, and alex was so close to the right side of the road that when we slowed down and passed this person, I could look out my window and see every detail on his face. It was in fact Turk, as the boys confirmed, without his night vision goggles, wearing a woman's shirt, holding a dark raincoat on his arm. I couldn't see what else was in his hands.
After a minor (terrifying, heart-stopping) delay to take a gander at this strange person, then realizing it was the loon standing less than 10 feet away from our car, we sped off to the end of the road and took the right. Then we argued a bit over whether or not we should venture far enough to find another route home, then ruled against it, realizing that the road that we had just taken on our wild goose chase was in fact the only way out. Just as we reached the corner to turn back on Turk's road, the crazy man was standing just past the turn, holding his baseball bat under his arm, making sure to have it visible, tucked in the crook of his elbow like a proper man carrying an umbrella, like on cartoons. He watched us the entire way by, and walked towards our car. Finally alex gunned it and we spent the rest of the drive home chattering excitedly about what we had just seen, and pondered his choice of clothing.
It was way more intense in person, I swear. |
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| So take me as I am |
[Sep. 14th, 2006|04:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  just dandy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Alanis Morisette | ] |
I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing
Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me
I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way.
--Meredith Brooks |
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| "They ain't gonna do it for you..." |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|10:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drained | ] |
| [ | music |
| | alanis morisette- uninvited | ] |
WARNING!!
I am just going to walk around wearing a label from now on.
I don't know what the label should say- it needs to be legible from a distance, and brief enough to be read in passing- but must fully encompass all of the following flaws...
I have a tendency to walk away from the conversation without putting up an awayer.
I am a busy kid.
I am stubborn.
I am a free spirit.
I put the cart before the horse.
I give up golden opportunities for the sake of having happiness in the here-and-now.
I don't say what i really feel, out of fear of making myself the utmost vulnerable.
ps- ebony is genius. |
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| Never any guarantees. |
[Sep. 8th, 2006|01:15 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Red Ragtop- Tim McGraw | ] |
It occurred to me, as i was sitting here at quarter after 1am, while i was enjoying my Easy Mac with chopsticks (i have yet to unpack my silverwear) that i have not updated my livejournal in an extended period of time. I know that many of you hang on my every word and just cannot bear the wait any longer...
So, to answer the generic question that i'm tired of answering and asking in return, MY SUMMER WAS GOOD. I WORKED, BABYSAT, WENT TO THE BEACH, HUNG OUT WITH MY BOYFRIEND ALOT, AND SOMETIMES I SLEPT.
That's all i really have to say at the moment.
I was feeling inspired before- but i lost it. Maybe it was just gas. |
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| Ready for the good times |
[Sep. 3rd, 2006|10:51 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | College | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | hung over | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Linda Ronstadt | ] |
My body hurts
So does my head
and I cant lose this feeling that I am going to throw up.
Hung over.
My GOD I love being back in Albany. |
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| I'm the map... I'm the map, I'm the map. |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|12:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Who- Teenage Wasteland | ] |
(Dora:) First we have to go through the mucky mud. Then we have to cross the troll's bridge. Then we go to the volcano to find Boots' bouncy ball!
(Boots:) My ball I bounce, my bouncy ball... My blue bouncy ball...
Mud... bridge... volcano...
Mud... bridge... volcano...
Mud... bridge... volcano...
Mud... bridge... volcano...
Mud... bridge... volcano...
Mud... bridge... volcano...
KABOOM!!!!
THAT was my morning. As it has been several mornings a week, after already enduring 8 hours previously of the same crappy repetitive radio station playing the same 8 or so songs over and over. All night. Every night.
But soon, it will be all over. Wednesday ends it all. I leave work a little before 7am on Weds, then head to babysitting til 3... All for the last time.
Oh goodness. Thursday marks a new beginning for me. A normal sleeping pattern, a healthy diet, oh my goodness. The possibilities are endless.
I can go to being full-time sugar mama.
I'm beginning to lose my already faltering ability to make sense. I'm going to bed, because I'm a vampire like that. |
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| First week of august... |
[Aug. 3rd, 2006|01:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  loved | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Billy Joel- She's got a way | ] |
A month and a half ago- i just wanted to be single. I just wanted to date a little here and there, not get into anything serious.
Now, first week of august, I'm in love. And could not be happier.
I'll spare my readers the mushy gushy stuff, I'll save that all for Joe.
In January, I swore I'd never do another long-distance relationship, because it hurt too much. Too much arguing, too much distance, two different schedules and opinions of whats "enough" phone time.
Now, first week of August, I'm seeing more every day that i really dont want to be without this boy, and i'm also looking at phone plans so that he and i can talk as much as possible without paying the equivalent of my college tuition. We're also figuring out which weekends will be the best to visit early on into the year.
A month and a half ago, I couldn't wait to get back to albany.
Now, first week of august, im dreading having to leave. In such a short amount of time i've fallen- hard- for someone absolutely wonderful.
2 weeks left, and making the most of it. |
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| My Wonderwall.. |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|05:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | loved | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Death Cab for Cutie | ] |
"I have a question..."
This was it. I felt it coming, I wanted it to come, if he didnt say something soon, I would wind up doing so. I knew he was going to ask though- as he'd never really experienced it before. My heart pounded even harder than it had already been- the familiar feeling I got when I would hug him had just escalated. As we embraced in my driveway in all attempts at prolonging our last few minutes together before he left for the weekend, he asked me...
"What does love feel like?"
My mind was struggling to sort out all of the answers swimming around in my head. I must have taken a bit longer to answer than he expected, but I was so taken aback- I feel like I have been waiting for ages to express this answer to him, and then when it came down to it, I was unprepared.
"So, no response?"
Damn it, Donna, say something. For Pete's sake, you know what you want to say. Sort out your thoughts though, goodness knows you could make a mess of this conversation.
"I know it seems really soon- since we've only been together for like 2 weeks..."
Not too soon. What does that matter? It could take 2 minutes or 2 years to decide how you feel about someone. All that matters: it's here.
I told him that he would know the feeling when he had it. There. That keeps me from sounding like the expert. I don't know why he asked ME what it would feel like though, even though I had been in love before, I still feel that this experience has been entirely different from the former.
I asked him if it would help if I told him that I love him.
"Only if it's the truth."
Ahh, a boy after my own heart. Wants the real thing. Doesn't just want filler words and false emotions.
"Because I'm pretty sure I love you."
Well that works out well then, because I'm pretty sure I love you too. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 28th, 2006|02:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Over my head - The Fray | ] |
So there's this boy.
He's a man in uniform. He talks like I do, and is secretly a little dorky.
He has a genuine smile, lovely eyes, and a nice butt.
He takes me to the docks for the day, and tells me I'm beautiful.
He makes the major decisions, like what movie to watch or what beach to go to.
He makes me laugh, but more importantly, he keeps me smiling.
What a wonderful thing I've stumbled upon, here. |
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| "Lets go streaking." |
[Jun. 28th, 2006|01:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | fun | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The times they are a-changin'- bob dylan | ] |
To summarize:
The road trip I was so greatly looking forward to- broke down twice 20 minutes away from my destination. In 90-degree weather. Had to sit at a gas station/ mechanics garage for half an hour with 4 men that didn't speak english very well and interrupted me every time I spoke. Then, a tow truck came for me, and as soon as I saw the driver I thought to myself 'oh hell no I am not getting in a car with him', but after about 10 minutes of explaining my problem to the middle eastern young guy with cornrows named Coffee, he earned my trust and got me all taken care of.
I got to Clearwater Festival safe and sound, and had a great time performing and walking around the hippie fest, taking in all the sites and events- activists, petitions being pushed into my face one after another, unshaved armpits and other regions left ungroomed, men wearing skirts, free samples, weird puppet shows, and kayaking, among many other things.
The night life was awesome too- copious amounts of alcohol. Then there was a drunk hookup and in addition to the massive hangover to follow, there was that whole feeling used thing that was later resolved, so alls well that ends well.
So that's my story about my lovely weekend at Clearwater.
I sure as hell cannot wait til next year. |
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| road trip!!! |
[Jun. 15th, 2006|11:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  excited | ] |
| [ | music |
| | single- natasha bedingfield | ] |
This weekend:
Pimp wagon
Hopefully Nadia's company
Camera
Serendipity girlies
Earthtones
Brick's pool
Tents
Copious amount of alcohol
...oh and that whole performing thing at this big festival...
can't freaking wait. |
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| a working woman... again. |
[Jun. 7th, 2006|03:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Places you have come to fear the most- dashboard | ] |
so...
my vacation is over.
and i couldn't even enjoy my last day of 'freedom' because of all the rain.
oh well, at least i can look forward to my paycheck in 2 weeks.
I've pretty much got that money spent already. |
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| "There's nothing wrong with just being single for a while..." |
[Jun. 5th, 2006|12:41 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Oops! I did it again - Britney Spears | ] |
And as I sat here in this spot in the middle of the night, talking to Quiggles for hours on end, I decided he was right.
Don't take all the credit Quiggles, I had been contemplating for some time now just how much less complicated my life would be at this point in time if I didn't have to constantly worry about an upcoming date or how to tell someone "no"...
I don't mean to come across as this man-eater, its just a freak occurrence that all of a sudden boys are coming out of the woodwork and I'm the one thats getting the attention. And, by no means, am I complaining.
It's just that I seem to have feelings for all the wrong ones.
I'm not giving certain ones a fair shake and/or I don't have any genuine desire to be with him, and the other(s) are quite unavailable.
So, starting tomorrow, I am a single woman.
This shouldn't last long. |
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| I've got boats to build... |
[May. 30th, 2006|11:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | peaceful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ray Price | ] |
Busy Busy Busy. I've BEEN busy since my summer "vacation" started, and it appears that I shall REMAIN busy until the wonderful day that I load up the wagon and depart for school again on Sept. 3rd.
This past weekend, I went with my dad and sisters to Indiana, for Justin's graduation. It was an overall great time, although it wasn't looking all that promising as we were heading there. Justin got recognized along with the other dozen-plus graduates for enlisting in the military, which was quite a nice touch added to the ceremony that I had never seen done before.
Also, got to spend some quality time with all us cousins together, and instead of arguing like we all used to, we sat out front drinking beer (well, they would sneak it to me) and shared some cigars.
All in all, it was a great weekend, what with the presence of airhorns, luchadors (Mil Mascaras), and "free passes". Justin should be coming up in mid June, with any luck, and I am greatly anticipating that drunkenness... I mean, visit.
Otherwise, no news is good news I suppose. My life has been relatively uneventful since I returned to Riverhead, but thats not saying much since I've only been here 2 full days... I have a date of sorts tomorrow that I am definitely looking forward to, with someone who kinda screwed me over a couple years ago- but through online and phone conversations, it appears that we've BOTH done a significant amount of growing up... and we're going to give it another shot.
Oh.. and I got my grades- and despite what I had basically etched into stone, I somehow managed to PASS archaeology. I think it's because I was somewhat humorous on my exam.
#13: What are the three responsibilities of an Archaeologist?
(I had no clue, so I described my Archaeology professor, in hopes that I'd hit the nail on the head somewhere along the line)
My answers: 1- Wear a different ballcap every day.
2- Have a passion for the Iron Chef.
3- Pass Donna Butler in this course...
It seems to have worked.
My grades sucked this semester- by no means am I happy with myself.
Archaeology- C- (proof that miracles really do happen.)
Criminal Justice- C+ (Woulda been a freaking B+ had I handed in my paper on time... damn)
Sociology- C (as expected)
Proj Ren (Tech)- A
Proj Ren (Human ID)- A (of course I'm pleased with the A's, but its such a stupid-easy course I can only be satisfied with this... not thrilled.)
What else...
Well, I have three, possibly four jobs this summer... I'm working at Target overnight full time, then babysitting in the morning when I get home from Target, then possibly an attorney's office doing office work... If I could just remember the word that Mr. Palmer used that made it sound so appealing... oh, and the bakery... But only when they grovel and beg for my presence. Maybe I'll swoop in and save the day on occasion. I wouldn't count on it though, seeing as how I hate the place.
I am Donna- the evolved woman.
Just so ya know. |
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[May. 15th, 2006|01:04 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Alanis Morisette- Ironic | ] |
"The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart." ~Elisabeth Foley
Thank you so much for being there- even after what seems like ages of not talking, we're still able to pick up right where we left off.
I have so much that I can't put into words, the leftovers from all that I said to you this evening.
It has been a great semester.
Three cheers for waterspouts and slow elevators. |
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| blah. |
[May. 14th, 2006|08:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blaaahhhh | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Billy Joel | ] |
I just realized...
...that I don't actually know what I want.
And there are some people that I do not want to drag down with me in my stupid indecisiveness.
Ack. |
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