| Monday, December 8th, 2008 |
| 1:42 pm |
Hello?
Wow it's been a long time. Anyone still there? |
| Wednesday, May 9th, 2007 |
| 4:32 pm |
i've graduated
i feel a sense of freedom. it's nice to not feel like i should be doing something other than what i'm doing at any given time. children's book has the right angle. i'm wearing a skirt. it's sunny. things are nice. |
| Thursday, April 26th, 2007 |
| 10:26 am |
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| Friday, April 20th, 2007 |
| 11:44 am |
thanks
thanks for those who posted or thought encouragement. this past weekend was intense: - meet all the healeys while they were completely grieving. - they are such incredible individuals. i'm honored that i will soon be a part of that family. - i wrote my last paper in the hotel on Sunday morning. - we got home six minutes before my last class began. - i'm finished but i have brain whiplash. i keep feeling like i should be doing something other than what i am doing. i guess after living like that for two years, i should have expected it. - getting ready for my lawn graduation next saturday. have to buy bulk meat and veg weens and margarita buckets! i'm so exhausted. it's like my body finally has just given out. i'm sure i'll recover in like a week or two. Current Mood:  tired |
| Friday, April 13th, 2007 |
| 3:14 pm |
about to explode
i'm so stressed out that i feel like i'm about to vomit, pass out, have my lungs collapse, and vibrate into outerspace all at the same time. i'm in my last few days of grad school. that includes internship hours to cram and a final paper to complete. johnny's grandpa died and we are going to richmond this weekend. i was able to move my internship hours so that i finish them before we leave on saturday. and i still have to write my paper. do my taxes. buy funeral clothes. and apply to dekalb co. public library. i want to get all my stuff done as soon as possible. i feel guilty having to school when johnny is hurting so much. i'm not feeling too good. Current Mood:  anxious |
| Tuesday, April 10th, 2007 |
| 12:50 pm |
Memeareme
Comment and I will: 1) Tell you why I friended you. 2) Associate you with a song/film. 3) Tell a random fact about you. 4) Tell a first memory about you. 5) Associate you with a character/pairing. 6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. 7) Tell you my favourite user pic of yours. 8) In retort, you must spread this disease in your LJ. well don't that beat all- i reappear and then disappear promptly. only one week to go until i'm unofficially a librarian! i'm so stressed out i'm vibrating. |
| Friday, February 16th, 2007 |
| 4:48 pm |
Wow...mmm...
It's been a really long time. New things: -i'm graduating finally in april -johnny and i got engaged last october -we are getting married this october -i have a russian tortoise named butler that's about it...maybe i'll try to start writing on here again. Current Mood:  okay |
| Tuesday, September 12th, 2006 |
| 10:36 am |
Sitting on my chest
So, yeah, I have dangerously low iron. I'm slowly coming out of weakened stupor that it caused. I was seriously dizzy and weak and disoriented for like a month. And every once in a while, I would get the very special feeling that a large man with little feet was standing on my chest. That was from not having enough oxygen in my body. The doctor that misdiagnosed me is a total slag. She wanted to talk about how I should lose fifty pounds. Ms. Doctor Lady, I know I'm chubby. But honestly, you need to pay attention to someone when they tell you that being fat isn't making them sick. You are a she-bastard. I want to shove the South Beach Diet that you seem to love so much up your ass until you vomit bacon. Also, I don't need to be twenty pounds below my suggested BMI. I think there's something wrong with your head. Luckily, someone finally paid attention to me but not before it got scary. I nearly collapsed at work last Wednesday. I was blue-ish. Went to an emergency clinic where the doctor listened to me. And she diagnosed me correctly. I'm on iron pills now. The constipation everyone is warning me about hasn't happened yet. And I went to a non clinic doctor on my insurance plan yesterday. He is going to start prodding me to figure out my low iron cause in about two weeks. It's nice to kind of feel like myself again though. Current Mood:  thankful |
| Friday, August 25th, 2006 |
| 6:31 pm |
mmm
i'm trapped in the library. like really. |
| Friday, August 18th, 2006 |
| 4:52 pm |
the reason for the sporadic
at first it was simply because i had finally gotten a job that required me to expend mental energy the entire day. then it was summer school and the sweaty mass transit blues. now it's because i'm so exhausted that i feel like i might fall over and into a sleep that will last a thousand years. just got back from the doctor. he doesn't know what's wrong with me. three vials of blood and an ekg may tell in a week. meanwhile i feel like shit. i hope to write more and more often. i miss my life. |
| Tuesday, August 8th, 2006 |
| 4:02 pm |
not those t-shirts
I love my boyfriend but his armpits smell like hummus a lot. I couldn't figure out why mine were starting to get all hummussy too. Then I realized that I had been wearing his t-shirts to bed and to work out a lot. No more. I want my own armpit smell back. |
| Wednesday, July 19th, 2006 |
| 10:31 pm |
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| Tuesday, July 11th, 2006 |
| 12:04 pm |
fish suicide
more on hawaii later. this morning, i was almost ready to go to work. i was crossing the kitchen to get a bowl for my cheerios, when i stepped on something strange. i didn't have my glasses on but bent down to examine the strange thing. at first i thought it was a piece of plastic but it was too thick looking. then i thought it looked like a toe. and then i realized it was my fish. he had jumped out of his bowl onto the kitchen floor and i stepped on him. i screamed and johnny bounded out of bed to find out what was going on. he was really great about picking up belafonte and flushing him. i was looking on the internet this morning and found out that bettas do this a lot. i wish i had known. the site i found also said that sometimes if you put them back in the water when you find them, they can be revived. but johnny said that belly looked pretty dry. i hope i didn't kill him when i stepped on him. i can still feel the squish. i'm so traumatized. Current Mood:  nauseated |
| Thursday, July 6th, 2006 |
| 3:22 am |
one hawaii picture
more to come when we get back next week.  taken on the black sand beach on Maui's Road to Hana |
| Friday, June 30th, 2006 |
| 4:04 pm |
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| 3:57 pm |
hey there!
-i haven't posted in a while. i've been feeling a mash of days and feelings that can only be produced by summer school. -summer school stinks. -people on mass transit in the summer stink even more. -off to hawaii tomorrow for a week. i need the break. -will post pics when we get back. -tomato still alive. fish still alive. :) Current Mood: chipper |
| Wednesday, June 7th, 2006 |
| 2:04 pm |
in twos
-second man on MARTA clipping nails: this man was listening to his ipod and sitting on the steps in the station clipping away at his toenails. i don't even want to think about the bacteria that crawled under his freshly cut toenails! ewwwwww! -second grandparent dying and leaving weird sexual things in living area: this grandparent was thankfully not mine. my remaining grandparent is alive and well. this is a story from a friend of a friend. after this friend of a friend's grandfather died, he went to help his father clean out his grandfather's room in the nursing home. this friend of a friend, i'll name him "scott" for the remainder of the story, found a dildo in his grandpa's room. it was an old fashion dildo- the kind that you crank. scott was horrified but he still managed to ask his father about his grandfather's dildo. and scott's father told him that his grandfather would rent it out to the women residents of the nursing home on the condition that he, the grandfather, could watch the women use it. and i had about four hours sleep last night due to gut wrenching cramps. these are the days i wish my ovaries would crawl out of my body and find somewhere else to live. |
| Wednesday, May 31st, 2006 |
| 8:30 am |
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| Thursday, May 25th, 2006 |
| 8:59 am |
the lost finale
I'm confused as to why an electromagnetic abnormality would be automatically linked to Desmond. And how it could be linked to him. I don't think that was really Walt. I think Henry Kaiser Soze-d them. Do you think Locke and Eko are dead? And how is Hurley going to get back by himself? Also, Johnny thinks that Libby was hired to give the boat to Desmond. I was really satisfied by the explanation for the plane crash. What did you think? |
| Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006 |
| 4:36 pm |
the things i chose not to see
On Saturday night, I arrived at my babysitting gig exactly on time. I was sitting in the living room talking with the kid. We were discussing Hoot the movie and kind of watching a Simpsons episode at the same time. He wanted me to look at some magazine that he had about Hoot. I was looking at it and noticed over the top of the magazine that his father had appeared in the doorway to the living room without any pants on. Now, this man is a fairly large man. Bulbous even. He's stands there in his tighty whities and says,"I didn't know Jennie was here." I say hello but don't look up. I have made the decision to pretend like I don't know he doesn't have pants on. I figured he would leave the room. But he proceeds to cross over to other side of the room and do something there all the while trying to engage me in conversation. He finally leaves. I have not lifted my head or made eye contact the entire length of his foray into the living room. Nothing else was said about it and nothing else will ever be said about this incident with this family. But I'm starting to reconsider the whole babysitting thing. It's good to chose to ignore some things in life. |
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