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Monday, January 2nd, 2006
8:03 pm	Rest in Peace Allison "Ally" Marie Myatt. You were an interesting person with many unique qualities. Current Mood: depressed (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 11th, 2003
4:12 pm	Just got laid again! woohoo! Joe told me to put that, sorry gang. I have been at his house for a few days now. things are going well. we just had lunch. gotta love the spicier the better cravings! the national guard is still up here removing snow. got caught in a parade of 10 or so of their big trucks etc. the other night. so of course for those of you that know me, i had to go around the block and get stuck a few more times :) (j/k joe). I called Timmy while in the middle of it, what better time to talk to a National Guardsman than being surrounded by them? He is moving to DC. Hella 'cited about that. That is only a few hours drive from Beanown (w/out snow, of course) speaking of snow, we got 36". How insane is that? there has been no snow since the middle of October, and now 3 feet! WTH?! I will be going back to school come January. Going to be a legal EMT, have most of it done, just have to learn how to drive the thing and OB/GYN, other than that, b/c of life guarding, I have it done (side note: Lance, Gil, and Jesse, we need to renew our Guarding licencies they go up today if you havn't done it yet) Well, I have to go. More updates later, since I was told by a "tree loathing" friend that I need to update more often, I will. Joe has to leave for work etc, so I am headed out as well. Latah kids.----LJ "Fury" Current Mood: sore Current Music: none joe talking about posting his balls & blowing in my ear (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 7th, 2003
6:16 pm	Sigma Sigma Sigma Congratulations HeL and Ashley (and Trisha, even though I don't know who you are...)! Welcome to Greek Life. I hope it is all you imagined and then some! Best of luck to you all. BTW, what are your nick names and who are your Big Sis'? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 24th, 2003
3:51 pm	Paging Dr. Green, Paging Dr. Green... Well, I am finally out of the hospital. I went to the ER on 9/14/03, was admitted to ICU that night. Then, tuesday 9/16 I was transported by ambulance to Bay Ridge I Hospital where I spent the next week. Now I am doing daily outpatient rehab/therapy at Beverly Hospital. *ug* oh well, what are you going to do? that is life... Current Mood: drained (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 4th, 2003
1:49 pm	well i made it back safe from my road trip. 4000 miles in 1 1/2 weeks. saw cuchuka, staten island chris, and Cat. *good times with them* back in boston...at work at this second...things are changing with doug n i...still with kentavie though...and chrissy is still with clouido...had court this morning...(w/chrissy--on procesecution side)...looks like the guy will get off for most of it...oh well...could be worse... i've run into a lot of people i haven't seen/thought about in YEARS that brought a bunch of weird flashbacks...anywho...must get back to my work...no more "praire dogging" latah Current Mood: working Current Music: the a/c unit, highlighters highlighting, phones, and typing (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 11th, 2003
12:43 pm	yahoo for work! happy birthday to everyone (i've missed). Stacie is coming up from NYC soon! *good times* tonight is a night with the girls yea! glad your trip was safe Futh! miss you (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 26th, 2003
12:32 am	My Uncle Richie died tonight. Chalk another loved one up to cancer. On another note, Sunrise doesn't know crap when you need them to. My Mother's biopsy came back positive for Malignant Melanoma. That is how my Grandmother's cancer started. So, she is going back on a stronger version of the chemo she was on when she had her Pancreatic cancer/tumors. Current Mood: melancholy Current Music: Conin O'Brien's monologue (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 19th, 2003
3:59 am	why can some people not understand what "no" means? Current Mood: uncomfortable
Friday, April 4th, 2003
2:55 am	HAPPY 21ST PAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liquor before beer, you're in the clear. Beer before liquor, NEVER been sicker! *arafat, i *totally* agree with you.* (4 Comments |Comment on this)
2:53 am	I figured out why I was with Doug, and why I still love him. wow...its amazing how much one person can change another. I just got off the phone after two hours with Doug. He asked if I was o.k. with him and his new girl "making love." what am i supposed to say? i can get on with my life, but you can't? thats what i want to say, thats how i feel, here is part of the IM we have been having since we got off the phone Kat91179 (2:17:55 AM): i think why i am having unusual emotions is that you got me to realize i didn't have to treat myself as a cheap whore. you are the only person that has treated me with respect and i guess i am just afraid that i will go back into my mind-state of having no selfrespect and actually expecting someone to treat me with dignatity, let alone like an equal is asking too much Kat91179 (2:20:28 AM): what i guess i am stumbling around is that i apprecieate how much you have taught me, trusted me, cared for and about me, and loved me. the fact that not only i had these feelings, but they were recipricated in mindblowing and I am terrified that i will never find a friend like you again *yada yada yada* 9 AM): i am just sick of looking. tired of disappointment and hurt. tired of the whole "first date" rutine. sick of only comming across sleezly scummy men. sick of feeling i have to do whatever is wanted physically just to keep someone around, not even as a significant other, just around so i could have physical contact when i needed it. thats what was different about you. that is what you taught me. *portions have (obviously) been edited out so, where does that leave me? he was less than thrilled to find out about Greg last night. I didn't even tell him about the others. I see myself falling quickly back into my old patterns, partly out of habit, part spite for doug, and part comfort--like an old pair of sneakers. there are so many more things revolving around all of this, it is way to hard to comprehend, let alone explain to others. Current Mood: confused Current Music: Jay Leno's rebroadcast (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 1st, 2003
3:44 pm	i cannot wait much longer for this. it will be great since it is much needed. Current Mood: mischievous (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 24th, 2003
4:50 pm	been a long time since I updated. well, your going to have to wait longer. i know you care though. after all, we should all support each other in the "terrible" time. what a fucking crock. no one cares about anyone but themselves, and then they befriend people that can help them get what they want to satisify their desires. i am really sick of this world. everyone lives, everyone dies. what difference does it make it is at war or in a car. your just as dead either way. my...i love march...had 3 people close to me die this week, 7 people for the month. Amy was only 22 and she ODed, Billy was 25 and killed in preping for combat in the mid-east. see, both cold and stiff, makes no difference. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 18th, 2003
9:59 pm	whoa... what a weekend! it was stellar. I can't believe I forgot to bring back my flowers I got for V-Day with me. Oh well, I'll be going back on friday. So...things have been quite cold and awkward. How can such a drastic change happen in such a short time> Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Jay Leno's rebroadcast on TV... (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 8th, 2003
2:51 am	This has been an odd week. I wish people would be consistant. I don't deal well with guessing games. Oh well, talked with Daddy today. Feeling kinda...eh....can't really describe everything...i thought my days when i had these problems this bad were over...I just want quit life. I am sick of it...of the people...the moods...the circumstances...the classes...the social life...i am just sick and tired of dealing with everything. including living...oh well...tommrow is another day of more of the same bull shit... ANYWAY...this is what my dad and i would read together when i was young. this is also the poem that one of my teachers in elementary school wouldn't let me read in class... So, yeah, I guess with the lullabye "PT 109" (by johnny horton, i think *In '43 they took to see 14 men and kennedy. aboard the pt 109,,,,,,<keeps going on, think folk song rythem) But, this is, and always has been my favorite piece of literature The Ballad of the Black Fox Skin, By Robert Service I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long Night came the man-who-had-no-name; Bearing his prize of a black fox pelt, out of the Wild he came. His cheeks were blanched as the flume-head foam when the brown spring freshets flow; Deep in their dark, sin-calcined pits were his sombre eyes aglow; They knew him far for the fitful man who spat forth blood on the snow. "Did ever you see such a skin?" quoth he; "there's nought in the world so fine-- Such fullness of fur as black as the night, such lustre, such size, such shine; It's life to a one-lunged man like me; it's London, it's women, it's wine. "The Moose-hides called it the devil-fox, and swore that no man could kill; That he who hunted it, soon or late, must surely suffer some ill; But I laughed at them and their old squaw-tales. Ha! Ha! I'm laughing still. "For look ye, the skin--it's as smooth as sin, and black as the core of the Pit. By gun or by trap, whatever the hap, I swore I would capture it; By star and by star afield and afar, I hunted and would not quit. "For the devil-fox, it was swift and sly, and it seemed to fleer at me; I would wake in fright by the camp-fire light, hearing its evil glee; Into my dream its eyes would gleam, and its shadow would I see. "It sniffed and ran from the ptarmigan I had poisoned to excess; Unharmed it sped from my wrathful lead ('twas as if I shot by guess); Yet it came by night in the stark moonlight to mock at my weariness. "I tracked it up where the mountains hunch like the vertebrae of the world; I tracked it down to the death-still pits where the avalanche is hurled; From the glooms to the sacerdotal snows, where the carded clouds are curled. "From the vastitudes where the world protrudes through clouds like seas up-shoaled, I held its track till it led me back to the land I had left of old-- The land I had looted many moons. I was weary and sick and cold. "I was sick, soul-sick, of the futile chase, and there and then I swore The foul fiend fox might scathless go, for I would hunt no more; Then I rubbed mine eyes in a vast surprise--it stood by my cabin door. "A rifle raised in the wraith-like gloom, and a vengeful shot that sped; A howl that would thrill a cream-faced corpse-- and the demon fox lay dead. . . . Yet there was never a sign of wound, and never a drop he bled. "So that was the end of the great black fox, and here is the prize I've won; And now for a drink to cheer me up--I've mushed since the early sun; We'll drink a toast to the sorry ghost of the fox whose race is run." II Now Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike, bad as the worst were they; In their road-house down by the river-trail they waited and watched for prey; With wine and song they joyed night long, and they slept like swine by day. For things were done in the Midnight Sun that no tongue will ever tell; And men there be who walk earth-free, but whose names are writ in hell-- Are writ in flames with the guilty names of Fournier and Labelle. Put not your trust in a poke of dust would ye sleep the sleep of sin; For there be those who would rob your clothes ere yet the dawn comes in; And a prize likewise in a woman's eyes is a peerless black fox skin. Put your faith in the mountain cat if you lie within his lair; Trust the fangs of the mother-wolf, and the claws of the lead-ripped bear; But oh, of the wiles and the gold-tooth smiles of a dance-hall wench beware! Wherefore it was beyond all laws that lusts of man restrain, A man drank deep and sank to sleep never to wake again; And the Yukon swallowed through a hole the cold corpse of the slain. III The black fox skin a shadow cast from the roof nigh to the floor; And sleek it seemed and soft it gleamed, and the woman stroked it o'er; And the man stood by with a brooding eye, and gnashed his teeth and swore. When thieves and thugs fall out and fight there's fell arrears to pay; And soon or late sin meets its fate, and so it fell one day That Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike fanged up like dogs at bay. "The skin is mine, all mine," she cried; "I did the deed alone." "It's share and share with a guilt-yoked pair", he hissed in a pregnant tone; And so they snarled like malamutes over a mildewed bone. And so they fought, by fear untaught, till haply it befell One dawn of day she slipped away to Dawson town to sell The fruit of sin, this black fox skin that had made their lives a hell. She slipped away as still he lay, she clutched the wondrous fur; Her pulses beat, her foot was fleet, her fear was as a spur; She laughed with glee, she did not see him rise and follow her. The bluffs uprear and grimly peer far over Dawson town; They see its lights a blaze o' nights and harshly they look down; They mock the plan and plot of man with grim, ironic frown. The trail was steep; 'twas at the time when swiftly sinks the snow; All honey-combed, the river ice was rotting down below; The river chafed beneath its rind with many a mighty throe. And up the swift and oozy drift a woman climbed in fear, Clutching to her a black fox fur as if she held it dear; And hard she pressed it to her breast--then Windy Ike drew near. She made no moan--her heart was stone--she read his smiling face, And like a dream flashed all her life's dark horror and disgrace; A moment only--with a snarl he hurled her into space. She rolled for nigh an hundred feet; she bounded like a ball; From crag to crag she carromed down through snow and timber fall; . . . A hole gaped in the river ice; the spray flashed--that was all. A bird sang for the joy of spring, so piercing sweet and frail; And blinding bright the land was dight in gay and glittering mail; And with a wondrous black fox skin a man slid down the trail. IV A wedge-faced man there was who ran along the river bank, Who stumbled through each drift and slough, and ever slipped and sank, And ever cursed his Maker's name, and ever "hooch" he drank. He travelled like a hunted thing, hard harried, sore distrest; The old grandmother moon crept out from her cloud-quilted nest; The aged mountains mocked at him in their primeval rest. Grim shadows diapered the snow; the air was strangely mild; The valley's girth was dumb with mirth, the laughter of the wild; The still, sardonic laughter of an ogre o'er a child. The river writhed beneath the ice; it groaned like one in pain, And yawning chasms opened wide, and closed and yawned again; And sheets of silver heaved on high until they split in twain. From out the road-house by the trail they saw a man afar Make for the narrow river-reach where the swift cross-currents are; Where, frail and worn, the ice is torn and the angry waters jar. But they did not see him crash and sink into the icy flow; They did not see him clinging there, gripped by the undertow, Clawing with bleeding finger-nails at the jagged ice and snow. They found a note beside the hole where he had stumbled in: "Here met his fate by evil luck a man who lived in sin, And to the one who loves me least I leave this black fox skin." And strange it is; for, though they searched the river all around, No trace or sign of black fox skin was ever after found; Though one man said he saw the tread of hoofs deep in the ground. Current Mood: melancholy Current Music: my wheezing and jay leno.. (Comment on this)
Monday, February 3rd, 2003
2:24 am	Yea for still being an RA??? Tonight was interesting to say the least...I had a resident call me at 11pm. I talked with this person until 12 when they asked if they could come down and just talk with me. Yea for roommate issues...So, this person left at 2:15ish. Oh well...I really needed those hours for homework...Oh well...it ALWAYS happens the night before a test that a (former) resident would have some personal crisis and have to talk to me all night. I kinda miss that trust and openness people had with me. I mean, other residents have come to me this semester with little problems and the like, but that was one part of the job I really liked...'eh...life goes on the big question now is, do i do homework or sleep and do it in the morning...I think the second option is the real answer... Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: my air filter... (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 2nd, 2003
2:04 pm	well gang...thanks to the ADHD, I totally rearranged my room, did all my laundry, did all my bedding (sheets, blanket, pillow cases, even the comforter), cleaned my room with Lysol Sanitizing wipes, re-did my closet and bearou, emptied my fridge to move it across the room, defrosted it, scrubbed it, then reorganizied the stuff to go back in. I also cleaned and moved the microwave, put together and fixed my broken table, and made myself a bookcase/table top. That, after spending a few hours out with Harry, Hel and Ashley. I got pants that fit! woohoo! I haven't worn the size I got in 9 years! Things are looking up, kinda... All that, then watched a movie at 3 am with angi. I got to sleep a little after 5 am today. Then my mother called at 12:30. She asked how I knew it was her since I couldn't get to my phone in time. Thats when i told her she called my cell and I have caller ID on it. So she kept me on the phone for 11 minutes and 27 seconds. Have to love the "pass the phone around! its kathryn!" I was half conscious for the whole conversation. I fell asleep for a few more minutes after that. I was debating going to brunch or not. Angi and I both got a craving for pancakes at about 3:30 this morning. So I thought I would go to the cafe to get some. That, and I really wanted the bagel sandwich I use to make. So, I asked the roommates if they wanted anything--i got an order of bananas and oranges. So, one would think that since it is orange season, and we are in florida, there would be oranges at the cafe. Esp since we have orange groves on campus! Well, I get there and a. no pancakes. b. no bacon for my sandwich. i use only 1 piece, and they wouldn't give it to me. c. the bananas were all brown and spotted *yummy j/k*. So, I stole a couple bagels and jam to go on them (yea for mini tupperware!), some apples, and the least brown bananas i could find. Daniel (from Trinny) and Armondo joined myself at the table. I just wanted to throw my stuff in my bag and leave. So I ended up staying and having some fruit and water while they ate. It was good that they were there since it blocked the workers view of what i was doing. It was quite pleasant too. Oh, my mother informed me that I am to find her and my grandfather round trip airline tickets to come down here. for the week of school vacation! That will be interesting... but it could be fun. it will be nice to have them here and out of the cold for a little while. Since they are flying, they are going to have to get a rental car. That means they are free to go "shopping." He currently wants to get me a car, but that goes back and forth every few days. But my grampa is the type of person who can't go into a car lot without getting a car. *fingers are crossed* Alright, I must take a nap then be productive. Hopefully, my muscles with recover soon! Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Swing Swing By All American Rejects in my head (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 1st, 2003
11:30 am	please keep in mind our astronauts we lost this morning. whenever you see a satelite weather report, use a cell phone, watch TV, or call overseas (just to name a few), it would not be possible without people willing to go into space. Just a very bad day. That, and Jo Ann must say her good-byes to her baby. (the nova). that was a great car. many fun times in it. (Comment on this)
Friday, January 31st, 2003
3:52 pm	wow...lotta stuff going on on campus today...so far i have seen 3 different ambulances...i can't believe what happened either. i feel so bad. i have been in a situation similar to one of them...oh well..that is i will say. going to the "food for thought lecture" tonight...could be sketchy tonight...we shall see...anyway...got this in my e-mail today... 10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES" 1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem. 2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet. 3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans. 4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say. 5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: "How's my driving?  Call 1-800-" 6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting-practice. 7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space." 8. You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus. 9. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy. 10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday. TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND 10. Cat's facial expressions. . 9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors. 8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds. 7. Fat clothes. 6. Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time. 5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell. 4. Cutting your bangs to make them grow. 3. Eyelash curlers. 2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made. AND, the Number One thing only women understand: 1. OTHER WOMEN (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 28th, 2003
11:06 am	NORML From: "Mark Stepnoski" To: "NORML Alerts" Subject: NORML: Marijuana Truth From A Super Bowl Champion Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2003 22:00:39 -0500 To unsubscribe, follow the instructions at the bottom. This weekend I watched the Tampa Bay Buccaneers battle the Oakland Raiders in the NFL Super Bowl. One of the losers in that game was the truth. The Drug Czar’s office unveiled two commercials demonizing marijuana, costing $2.2 million a piece just to air. That’s more than $4 million of your taxpayers’ dollars to lie about marijuana! How does that make you feel? I’ll tell you how it makes me feel. It makes me angry! I played in two Super Bowls and I hate seeing this great American sporting event turned into a venue for government propaganda. Thankfully, NORML is doing something about it, and that’s why I’m asking for your help. Last week, NORML launched Phase I of the “Marijuana Truth” media campaign. The goal is to counter the federal government’s increasingly alarmist anti-marijuana rhetoric with the FACTS. The first part of this campaign was the release of NORML’s report to, entitled, “Your Government Is Lying To You (Again) About Marijuana: A Refutation of the Drug Czar’s Open Letter to America’s Prosecutors.” This report is a direct response to a recent letter from the Drug Czar’s office urging law enforcement officials to “aggressively prosecute” marijuana violators. It offers a scientific, point-by-point rebuttal to the Drug Czar’s most pervasive anti-marijuana myths and it’s exactly what people like us need to dispel these accusations. NORML is currently in the process of making the report available to hundreds of prominent journalists, talk show hosts, and legislators throughout the nation. Our report, as well as the Drug Czar’s letter, is available online in both html and PDF formats at: http://www.norml.org/index.cfm?Group_ID=5513 If you agree with NORML’s “Marijuana Truth” campaign and would like to help produce additional reports, I hope you will give to NORML or the NORML Foundation today. Without the support of members and people like you, NORML would not be able to produce definitive and fact-based research. Every supporter who has contributed to NORML also contributed to this report and for that, I thank you. Remember, the government is lying about marijuana and NORML is telling the truth! Help us launch Phase II of the “Marijuana Truth” campaign by calling the NORML office toll free at (888) 67-NORML and pledging a special donation today, or by donating online at: http://www.norml.org/index.cfm?Group_ID=5523 Support the “Marijuana Truth” campaign today and help us make a difference. After all, if we don’t tell the truth about marijuana and about those of use who use marijuana, who will? (Because NORML lobbies Congress and state legislators, donations are not tax-deductible. Donations to the NORML Foundation’s public education efforts and legal/scientific research are tax-deductible.) Sincerely, Mark Stepnoski Recently retired all-star NFL Player NORML Advisory Board President, Texas NORML (Comment on this)
Monday, January 27th, 2003
11:48 pm	those of you who matter to me, know my true feeling about things like the following. But, it was sent to me by my Godson's Mom! It was too precious not to put up. --love you kel and Damon (and steve *wink wink*) How God made women By the time the Lord made women, he was into his sixth day of working overtime. An Angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?". And the Lord answered and said, "Have you seen the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have 200 movable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that can hold three children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and have six pairs of hands." The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No Way! And that's just on the standard model?" the Angel asked. The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish." But I can't!", the Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hr days. The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "but you have made her so soft, Lord." "She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish." "Will she be able to think?", asked the Angel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate." The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one." "That's not a leak," the Lord objected, "that's a tear!" "What's the tear for?" the Angel asked. The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride." The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything, for women are truly amazing." Women have strengths that amaze men. They carry hardships, they carry burdens but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up for injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you! . (Comment on this)