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[Jun. 24th, 2005|11:28 am] |
Yeah. So I rarely, if ever, post here. This email's just to say "C'mon over to
zeebahtronic." I post much more often there. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2003|01:28 pm] |
Today's my last day of my current job! Whee! I was a little stunned when I got the news I'd been hired... mentally, I didn't think I was all that ready to leave, but damn if I didn't pack all my shit up the day I gave notice. Now I'm just sitting around twiddling my thumbs, because no one's going to give me any real reference requests since I'm leaving.
We've finally adjusted to having Alex in the house. I'm really enjoying her company. Yay fun!
This weekend's the Halloween party being held by Lauren's ex's mom's nephew and his partner. I think it's going to be a good time-- and it's supposed to be a pretty big party. We're leaving for Pawling tomorrow afternoon. Before then, I have to get my costume from the dry cleaners, pack, and go to Fortunato Bros. for pignioli (pine nut cookies for host gift). |
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[Oct. 9th, 2003|06:24 pm] |
I got the job. The pay is a bit less than I'd hoped, but I'll get a bonus at year-end.
I'm freaking out. I did a pro/con list at lunch and the pro list for taking this job was three or four times longer than the con. I need to figure out my starting date so when I accept tomorrow I can tell them. My boss now is going to be so freaking petty and ugly when I tell her. I'm a little afraid to tell her, to be honest.
I know I'm not going to sleep tonight. |
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[Oct. 8th, 2003|06:47 pm] |
Yeah. So as I mentioned on ze blog, job interview was eh. I thought I did really well with the group interview... but I just don't have a good feeling about my chances. The head librarian told me that they "...just weren't 100% decided yet" and that I might have to come in for a third interview. A third interview seems like a waste of time. If they don't know they want me by now, should I really hike my ass downtown for a third interview? What are they going to find out about me, really? Now, I'm thinking I might not even want the job, but I need to really analyze why I might not want it. Is it that it's taking so long? That they aren't positive who they'd rather hire? Am I just hurt that they aren't jumping all over themselves, or is it that it's beginning to seem like they're stringing me along?
Alex is here. Things have been going well. It's strange to have her here. Though I have known her since I was 19, spent lots of time with, consider a close friend, etc., I've never really spent CONSIDERABLE time with (if you don't count our one weeklong trip to NYC and the ashram). And I love her, but she has some weird quirks that now that I'm grown (she's 10 years older) I find hard not to call her on. t's oddly comforting to have her with us, but I also feel like I'm being shoved into a mold I don't fit anymore... more my own personal hang-up than anything that she's done or said in particular. However, the deal with the money was solved easier than anticipated, and I deposited her first check yesterday. Just in time to save us from serious financial sadness. Lauren got paid today, but at times, it has taken her work check one week to clear, so we can't count on it. And rent had to be mailed today. Every single fucking time I have to write out the rent check I'm stunned by the amount of money we pay in rent. How is it possible that I'm even able to make enough money to do it? |
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[Sep. 16th, 2003|06:02 pm] |
i need to get rid of this picture. ick.
redheaddread mentioned she'd added herself to lj, so i thought i'd come over here and write. i have a blog where i write all the day to day stuff. i mainly use lj when there's something that i don't want everybody to read. or i want to complain about somebody that reads my blog.
right now, my main anxiety is that a good friend of ours will be moving in, starting the 2nd week of october, for three months. we'd promised her she could move in even before sarah'd asked if she could move in, so we can't break our promise. our apartment is really too small for 3 people. not to mention that she's not paying even 1/7th of the rent. she decided what she wanted to pay and then let us know... without even making the pretense of asking if it was ok. i mean, it would've been ok if we'd been given the opportunity to be generous (she's only going to be making $75/day, no matter how many hours she works), but we were not. it isn't like we're moneybags, or that our rent is so cheap.
i love this friend... she's like the big sister i never had and i've known her since i was 19 or so. i'm excited that she'll be in new york, but previous roommate experiences have been difficult and i don't want to ruin our friendship with her. she has a very big personality. luckily, she'll be working probably 60-70 hours a week, at least, so she won't be around much. i'm just muy afraid. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2003|06:49 pm] |
Worked out this morning at the gym up the street. The guy who was working didn't know what to do with the pass I had, so he let me in for free. I used the elliptical trainer for 30 minutes. It is so hard to start slowly to warm up! I made a "workout" cd last night... so I was grooving along. That is, until it was time to try to walk out. I was sooo tired. I'm hoping that it was just because I didn't get enough sleep last night due to the Oscars.
In other news, my cousin's bat mizvah is (aw crap) this weekend. There's no way in hell I could get to Gainesville... my aunt forgot to send out the invitations til a couple weeks ago, so we weren't able to plan for it in the budget. However, I want to send her a good present. The thing that stinks is that I know that kids get BIG MONEY, but there's no way I can compete on that level. Are books a weird present? Blech. I have no freaking idea.
Oops. A partner came in, I helped him, and now it's time for me to go home. Adios. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2003|06:20 pm] |
My parents were here this weekend. My dad left this morning, but my mom's still here. Man. She's so whiny and negative. It makes me really nervous to be around her. And I'm totally afraid that I'm going to be like her. Whiny, fat, achy, and acting like I'm 20 years older than my actual age...
The worst part about it is that we've being doing carb addicts for 2 weeks now, but while they've been here, I've been eating cookies and starch and sugar SUGAR SUGAR. And I feel like shit now. I've probably gained the weight I lost back. Ah well, when she leaves, we'll start again. In other news, I ordered one of those fitness passbooks today. Once it arrives I'll get access to a whole bunch of gyms. That combined with yoga twice a week and I'm gonna be stylin' by summer. See, it isn't that I don't like the way I look now, 'cos I do, but I just want to have clothes. I want to be able to walk into ANY store and buy something... I don't want to go shopping and not even want to look because I know I can't fit into anything. In other news, apparently my mom bought me a new pair of shoes today, which is pretty cool. Maybe I shouldn't talk smack about her. Hmmm.
I'm damn sleepy. Lauren and I have slept in the living room on the air mattress since Friday night... luckily, we get our bed back tonight. Whee! |
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[Mar. 14th, 2003|06:15 pm] |
Gah! I'm supposed to go to yoga tonight and I've had a crick in my neck that's been there all day, despite liberal doses of Advil.
In other news, my parents come tonight. Poor Lauren's been home cleaning all day. I hope I don't want to kill them. They're staying with us... my dad's here until Monday morning, and my mom leaves Tues or Wed. I have no fucking clue what we're going to do all that time. Lauren and I will have to sleep out on the air mattress in the living room. That should be fun and exciting. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2003|06:29 pm] |
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I'm thinking I need to start writing here again. Too many people know about my blog. Sometimes I just need to write to get my frustration out without worrying about what people who know me in real life will think of what I have to say. Sometimes I just want to bitch. |
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| life can suck my ass. |
[Apr. 5th, 2002|08:28 am] |
why is it that every time i check my email i have more junk mail? not just one or two emails but 10? i think when angelfire became part of lycos they must've sold my address to somebody. kind of like yahoo, perhaps. i mean, i know i'm fond of signing up for internet contests, but this is too much. 10 emails from people who want to sell me viagra. and none from people i know.
we saw mulholland drive last night. freaky. when the lights came up, everything STILL seemed freaky. like, for instance, i heard a guy come in through the back door about 10 minutes before the end of the movie. when the lights come up, i look back and see a very sleepy guy, a) wearing white rubber gloves and b) holding a urinal cake in his lap. the *janitor*, OF COURSE. we walked up university to take the train at union sq.... talking about the movie the whole way (can you really EVER figure out a david lynch film?). two guys were about 10 feet (?) in front of us. all of a sudden, we hear them say "maybe THEY'LL talk to us" and they turn around. we figured they'd been in the movie theater at the same time and that they wanted to discuss mulholland drive. so when they ask us where we've been we tell them. they start berating us for going to see the movie in the theater and spending money when we could be watching the directors cut on dvd. but they're obviously fucked up, so even as they're saying this, we're crossing the street to get away from them... so they yell to lauren "we don't really like your friends too much... they're trying to get away from us" eric, lauren and i had a nervous laugh over the fact that those guys are the characters of a story about new york where they start talking to you and then steal your money or stick you with a hypodermic.
there was the odd gentleman on the train with the big meaty face, large brown plastic squarish eyeglasses (he was far-sighted), blue artic parka w/fake fur, and wide, perfectly white walking shoes. he had a small cheap notebook and pen. he kept tapping the pen on the pad of paper. lauren kept whispering there is something *really* wrong with that guy.
there's a hotdog place in the e. village called crif dogs. we went there last night for dinner. we have gone there several times now, most notably after my birthday drinks a couple months ago. everyone there is super nice, to the point that you say to yourself every time you visit, "wow. these people are SO nice."
here's the question: they're hiring counter people. should i work there? lauren keeps saying that she's the one that needs to get a job. but dammit, when she had a job and was in school, it was a fiasco, for us AND her school. so i guess it'll be me. i can't stand sitting at home every night. if i can't afford to go anywhere, at least i'll be working. votes? |
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[Feb. 26th, 2002|09:17 am] |
happy birthday to me
happy birthday to me!
my mother told me i was an old lady now. heh.
so little to do, so much time. no. strike that. reverse it. ack! |
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| who can give me advice? |
[Feb. 20th, 2002|09:48 pm] |
so i got a rather odd email from the manager of a singer from australia. seems that this singer will be doing a u.s. tour and they're looking for cellists... so i wrote back... they wrote back... and now i need to send recordings. crap. i haven't recorded anything since i was in tallahassee!! and how do you convert cds to mp3s? i downloaded this thing called the "cd ripper" online... which is supposed to convert tracks. they're now converted... and now to attach them!! i realized while searching for shit to send to this woman that a piece of the nel aspinal cd i was on is on the Web! cool ass!
i'm all keyed up about the possibility of going on tour. if they hire me, it would be for a week through minnesota and ohio (?!). tell me everything will be ok! |
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[Jan. 30th, 2002|08:38 pm] |
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i'm sick. icky poo. my throat and head hurts. i'm coughing.
damn. i don't want to go to work tomorrow. my job sucks. because i work the 11-7, if i call in sick, someone has to stay for an extra hour and a half. this week, marcia has the 930-530 shift, thus making her the most likely candidate to stay. well, she has an hour and a half commute back to jersey where her 87 year old mother (who's just recovered from open-heart surgery) waits for her. can you say guilt?! should i stay home, not stay home? i just don't know... and i don't like worrying this much about it, you know?
i better get a fucking raise when my review comes up. i work too hard not to get one.
grrrr. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2002|09:33 am] |
alright. whaddya think of this pic scanned in? i took it myself in the middle of the night with a polaroid (if you couldn't tell by the funky color).
lauren says i look scared.
i want a digital camera, |
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| sundays. |
[Jan. 27th, 2002|12:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | judy garland "almost like being in love" live at... | ] |
so, as i mentioned b4, my friend susannah's in town. she got here at 12:30 yesterday, we hung out all yesterday. we went to northsix to see her friend amy's band play. northsix is pretty cool. the band was all right. the funny part was seeing a guy (don't remember his name) who was in flanders and was part-owner of cow haus in tallahassee. he walked in the door and i was like "hey! you were in flanders, weren't you? we just moved up from tallahassee a couple years ago." he was like "yeah." i think he thought i was nuts. and he certainly wasn't impressed that i knew who he was.
so, yeah, the evening was a mixed bag. susannah's friends (who'd come up from athens/atlanta to see the show) were surprisingly standoffish, i'd even go so far as to say rude. nobody was from here... and they expected us to guide them to someplace to eat. well, in williamsburg, there ain't a whole lotta places where you can seat 10 people all at one table. fine. but they were just rude. when su introduced us, i don't even think anyone actually even spoke or looked us in the eye. i don't know whether they thought they were better than us or what, cos its not like they even made conversation long enough to find out that we're just obnoxious and sarcastic :) susannah invited her friend james, who just moved here... and she ended up going home with him. which is fine... i can understand that perfectly ;) thank god eric was there. he is such a nice boy.
i need a nap. bad. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2002|11:53 pm] |
i can't sleep. i was really tired earlier. went to sleep at 10, unusual for me. we usually don't go to sleep until at least 11:30. so anyway, then susannah called at 11ish and now i'm awake.
susannah, my good friend from h.s. in atlanta, is coming this weekend. she's come to visit once before (this summer). we're seeing her bandmate's athens band play at northsix on saturday. so i got off the phone with her just now and started stressing about what i should wear. the "real" williamsburg people stress me out. they're always so freaking hip/expensive/thin. and i, try as i might, usually end up just acheiving the "not quite OUT of place, but not quite IN place either" look.
i thought new york would rub off on me... that i'd suddenly be fashionable and thin... and look like lauren's sister or a girl from paper magazine (lame, i know, but this is what i thought before i left tallahassee. sue me.) i'm just a plain girl. i'm reluctant to stick out... but i want people to notice me too. and i want them to notice me not just because they're wondering how in the hell i got into the place.
i'm turning into a "work" girl. a girl who has nothing of value to talk about besides work. i have nothing else to offer, unless you want to hear about the latest book i'm reading or perhaps prime-time television. i feel isolated. isolated and boring. i spend my time alone, for the most part. there's no one at work to talk to. i have 1 friend here that's mine (thanks catherine), not just someone lauren's met or we've met together. what's a girl to do, i ask?
and to top it all off, i have a fucking song by pink in my head. you see, i watch regis and kelly religiously in the morning (oh yea. you hadn't caught the fact that i'm a big loser until you read that regis & kelly bit, huh?) and pink was on. please dear god, get pink and her fucking freaky abs (don't you think she's cut like a man?) and her "get this party started" bullshit out of my damn head. |
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| quick run-down. |
[Jan. 23rd, 2002|11:15 pm] |
went to dc for the long weekend. had a lovely time with andrew and jen. went to museums. laid around. came back monday evening... greyhound was super-quick. 45 minutes AHEAD OF SCHEDULE. went to sleep monday night.
went to work tuesday. between the time lauren went to school and i got home, house robbed. only took brand-new dvd player (xmas present from 'rents) and rifled through l's mom's jewelry box. didn't notice until we'd been home 3 hours. when we went into bedroom, i noticed the jewelry box with stuff spread out on bed. said, "what were you looking for?" l said, "nothing. i thought that you'd done it." shit. in retrospect, the unlocked front door when i got home should've been a clue.
i'm major creeped out. someone in my house. looking at our stuff. bought new deadbolt, put it in. locked all the windows.
lauren wrote "fuck you" on a piece of paper and taped it to the window we think the asshole used to get into our apt. |
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[Dec. 8th, 2001|08:44 pm] |
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| | At Home with the Groovebox. | ] |
dude. its 8:45 on a saturday night... where are we? home, that's where. i've been telling myself that i need to update this fucking thing for a week now, so i'm being constructive, right?
for quite a while, i've thought that the speakers on our computer didn't work... i'm a big dumbass and when i moved the computer several months ago, i didn't hook them up right. so i figured out what i did this afternoon and voila, here we are. funny thing, my computer speakers sound better than our little stereo boombox thing. there are several websites that i like that review albums and have sample tracks (epitonic and insound)... but my modem's too slow and it takes 8 years to download anything for the web. ah for dsl or cable modem, or whatever. one day.
i got my first review at work and it was a really good one. in fact, my boss had absolutely nothing bad to say. i like my job cos i feel like i'm learning something new everyday. i'm finally learning to tolerate the stress level and know what things should be stressed about and what things should not be! for a while there, my nights would be ruined because i'd be worried about stupid shit that i'd forgotten to do. its been a hard adjustment going from the dot.com/public library to a law firm. i don't think kd is the stuffiest firm around by any means, but i just want to let my hair down, so to speak. or at least have someone that i can REALLY talk to at work... and let's not even go into the politics again. the activist in me hates to say this, but after i learned that kd represented a company in a major industrial accident where many many people died, i just stopped asking those questions. ps is anyone else being willfully ignorant of current events? i've stopped watching the news or paying attention most of the time. and for me, that's odd. though i may need to start again. ashcroft is such a jerk-off. (ok. if i disappear, you know exactly why and who took me away!)
i'm doing a piece right now which will eventually be a light sculpture for our bedroom. (that sounds so frickin fancy, doesn't it?) i have the pieces made, i just have to figure out how to put them together. this will be a very delicate operation. gonna go do that now! |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2001|06:42 pm] |
You are 64 - 78% HO!
wOOt!
You are a rare breed! You embody all of the qualities of a HO but still no what a little class is.
If you were a sitcom character you would be "Mona" from "Who's the Boss?"
Tip to become a total HO: study the habits and ways of "Alice" from the "Brady Bunch" as often as possible.</font> |
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