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February 13th, 2007

07:18 am - This defeats the purpose of waking up early I woke up on my own this morning around 630, and the first thing I did was sit down here. I'm so predictable. I get sucked into seeing what's what with my people, and before I know it, I'm rushing to get to work. I thought, "Hey, I should just leave it this morning. It'll be there when I get back." Hahaha, nope. And it isn't like I get a whole lot at 630am from anyone. Nothing that can't wait until later. I'm a slave to this machine, to my beloved Lloyd Bridges. In the interest of time, here is a musing from a journal I keep elsewheres: I was riding the Metro this morning and for some reason, I really took note of what people were wearing. I had actually put a little thought (like more than 5 minutes) into what I was going to wear today, so it would make sense that I would've been a little more aware of attire. Anyway - I caught sight of my reflection in the windows on the train, and I realized that as put together as I was, I still had this disheveled look to me. My hair always sticks up and looks messy. My shoes are totally beaten up because I actually use them for walking. My bag never matches anything. The train stopped, and I saw people leaving with coordinated bags, shoes, coats, suits, hair, glasses - everything. I looked at my beat up boots and my crazy ruffled skirt and my long sweater and my coat that's kind of too big for me (but I love it, so you'll have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands), my crocheted hat from my mom and my earband (together - that wind is brutal, yo!), and I thought to myself, "You may never look like you have it together, but I bet you're way more comfortable with yourself than the bulk of people who just exited this train." In the end, I feel it's a trade off I can live with. That's where I'm at, yo. Current Location: the apt Current Mood: groggy

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February 11th, 2007

08:03 am - "Can I get a room started for you?" Well, if you're looking at this with something other than your friends page browser (hi guys!), you'll see that I was busy tweaking the old 12:34 this morning. I like it. I'd like it better if it were on the actual website I pay for, but once Gordon and I have a block of time to work on it together (ha!), I'll get that one up and running. Can I brag on him for a second? Like I have to ask. He made a fantastic image for Hundred Hundred's website, and I was so proud of him, I emailed it to Allison just so she, too, could see how awesome he is. I must admit, things would be even more awesome if we had a nice chunk of time to talk sometime soon. When he has time, I don't, and vice versa. It's hard, man - scheduling sucks. As for me, I've been overly antisocial lately. I called off three chances to hang out because I've just been too exhausted. Then I get lonely because I think no one wants to hang out with me. Do you see what is wrong with this picture? I do! However - yesterday, Rothko and Godamncaty (go, Caty, go!) came over and played the Wii with me. It was awesome! Rothko, you are way younger than your Wii fitness age suggests. I guess they didn't want to start you at 20. Where could you have gone from there? "Zounds! You have the Wii fitness level of an infant!" We also played Mario Kart Double Dash - they were awesome! Formidable opponents! Let's do it again!!! Today should be active. I may have too many irons in the fire, I fear. I have one friend who wants to watch a movie, another who wants to run errands, and I really want to go shopping in Georgetown again. GDC and I did that before Xmas, and it ruled. We shop well together - we have similar shopping styles, which is way more important that having the same taste in clothes. Remember, when you're picking a partner for shopping, ask yourself: How quickly can I determine if a store is going to have anything I might possibly need or want? What is my try-on method? Survey the whole store first, or try on as I go? Can I entertain myself? - this is very important because there are going to be some stores that your partner wants to peruse that you might not care for. What is my proximity to other stores/departments? Always use a "divide & conquer" technique when a situation presents itself. You can cut down on the time you're out if you're willing to fly solo for a bit. Once you've established this, you can more accurately know your shopping style and can choose a partner accordingly. Nothing is worse than feeling stuck in a store because the person you're with doesn't want to leave yet and worse, won't let you go. Ok, can I admit something else? I was going through my cds - specifically because Allison and I were talking about Neutral Milk Hotel, and I realized I didn't have In the Aeroplane Over the Sea in my iTunes library even though I own it. Then I found this cd single I bought when I worked at Express. I swear, people, when I played that song, I was transported back to a time in my life that was super simple. I made up a whole routine to this song that I executed as I was folding the jeans for the GIANT WALL OF DENIM(!). It was my favorite job. I won the prize for selling the most jeans. $20! Incentives! God, that was an awesome routine. I should play that song when I'm folding my laundry later. If only I had a wall of shelves. Sigh. Happy Sunday. Talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic. Coffee Talk - was it really that funny of a sketch, or did we just enjoy Mike Myers in drag? Discuss. PS. Does anyone else remember Paul Baldwin? Holla! Current Location: the apt Current Mood: chipper

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February 10th, 2007

04:24 pm - it's the little things... I am so proud of my new desktop background for Lloyd Bridges. I've had the most awesome black and white shot for months, but today I broke out with this bright red-orange-hued outline of a couple kissing. Cropped just so. It's quite perfect. Heck, it is almost Valentine's Day. Though I dislike V-Day the holiday, I still, y'know, love someone. Also, I think Valentine's day should always be on a weekend. This middle of the week crap stinks. Current Location: the apt Current Mood: artistic Current Music: "7/4 (Shoreline)" - Broken Social Scene

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February 1st, 2007

07:47 am - A Travel Experience, part 1 First, let me say thank you to Mat and Emily for letting me sleep over, or this trip might've been even worse. After waking up every two hours Tuesday night/Wed morning, I jumped out of bed at 4:10 and was ready to go by 4:30. Mat woke up and made me a latte. I chugged it. He said, "Are you kidding? Under the foam, that shit was like tar!" Mmm, 'twas delicious tar. The shuttle driver called at 4:45. I thought, "Oh, this is wonderful! They call ahead! So responsible!" He pulled up, I got in, and then he said, "I have four more stops before theairport." Since my plane didn't leave until 7:14, and it was 5, and I was in Baltimore, I said, "Ok, sure. No problem." The problem didn't start until we picked up the passenger 2 from the Sheraton, this guy in his late-40s I'd say. The shuttle driver told him, "I have three more stops to make. We should be at the airport by 6:30. Maybe 6." OK...WHAT?!?! At this rate, I could've just taken the train to BWI. I started to stare longingly at vacant cabs... We picked up passenger 3, a girl probably my age or a little younger, from a hotel in Fells Point - I've seen the place before in the daytime. She was more awake than passenger 2, but she sat way in the back, so I didn't talk to her - like I had anything to say. On to passenger 4. We don't know what happened to him. He never showed. We waited for 20 minutes for him before the shuttle driver called the dispatch with this desperate plea: "I am outside of 1xxx S. Clinton, and he...is not here. I waited 20 minutes. I call his phone...and it's just machine. I have people in the van!" And dispatch says, "It's a no-show. Keep going." Thank you, dispatch lady, or we'd have been there another 30. And off we went, to collect the final passenger. It was at this point that I realized that this GPS system the shuttle driver had was merely for suggestions, not for actual use. Turn left. Nope. In 1/8 of a mile, turn left. Nope. Take the 5th right. Uh-uh. In 1/4 of a mile, go straight. Ok yeah, we did that one. But not many others. Now, I am no authority on getting around in Baltimore. I mean, I'm the girl who purposely got off the Light Rail at North Avenue, the alleged main thoroughfare of Cracktown. However, I know that the way we went from S. Clinton to Powers was unnecessarily round-about. We went through the ghetto's ghetto. I was getting a little scared. Why were we going this way?! When we FINALLY got there, the girl in the back said, "That should've taken about ten minutes." With the four of us in the van, we were at last on the way to the airport. We took an entirely different way that I'm used to (which didn't surprise me at all, considering). I got to the airport, ran for the door, and bam. My plane - delayed by one hour. Current Location: Logan, UT Current Mood: sick

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January 28th, 2007

09:53 am - Weekends are for walking under trees... and then having a bird poop on your head. True story. Gordon and I were heading to Silver Spring, and as we were walking to the car, I felt a distinct "plop" on my head. I stopped, looked at Gordon and asked, "Did that just happen?" "What?" "Did a bird just poop on my head?" I touched my hand to the place on my head that was suddenly a few milligrams heavier than the rest of my hair. Sure enough, it was wet, and, upon retracting my hand, I found it had this faint brown liquid on it. "Yep," said Gordon, who began to chivalrously wipe away the rest of the bird excrement from my back. Throughout the day, if there were any lull in conversation for more than a few minutes, I would offer, "A bird...pooped on my head." "You're gonna ride that for the rest of the day, aren't you?" "Yep." It's not something that happens to me every day. In fact, I'm sure there are people who NEVER get pooped on by a bird. I wasn't even grossed out by it, except for my fear of avian flu. But I managed to calmly go upstairs (without touching my poop hand to anything!) and wash my hand and hair. Great weekend - watched Valley Girl (which I love!), drank coffee AND hot cocoa, ate pizza twice, played Wii Golf, discovered more awesome new-to-me music while continuing to investigate the bands I found last week, played with a cutie-pie dog, and woke up next to my favorite person every morning. With a weekend like that, I can't let a little bird poo get me down. No sir. Current Location: the apt Current Mood: grateful Current Music: "Hanna" - Juvelen

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January 26th, 2007

03:40 pm - Super Trouper Pooper Ok, so today I woke up to craziness with my toilet. The maintenance man is in there now, and I don't know if I can accurately explain the noises coming from in there, but man, it sounds awesome. If Laundro were here, he'd be recording them. Then again, he probably has already from his own toilet maintenance experiences. To cover it up, I'm listening to more crazy Swedish pop music. Last night I found the Swedish equivalent to Prince. The Swedes just know their pop music. Abba, anyone? We can blink through Ace of Base. I give you Klicktrack. I haven't flipped this much for a country since I saw Mrs. 'arris Goes to Paris. In the time it took me to post this, my toilet is fixed! Yay for Ted, the maintenance man! Take it easy, Ted! Current Location: the apt Current Mood: chipper

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January 23rd, 2007

12:16 pm - 6 is more than 4 yet less than 8 Snack cracker packaging confuses me. My office mate saw these snack crackers on sale at the store and bought them for us so we wouldn't have to starve while we work through lunch (for which I am notorious). Why is it that when you buy these things singularly, they come with six crackers (sometimes 8 if they're doing that 8 for the price of 6 promo), but when you buy in bulk, all of a sudden they shrink to packs of 4? And you don't want to eat two packs. Then you're a glutton. Or maybe that's just my way of thinking. Ever since I went for those three days writing down my food intake, I am even more aware of what I'm feeding myself. But dammit, I'm not giving up my dirty soy chai lattes. I don't care how many calories are in them. I need it, man. I NEEEEEED IT. This past weekend was my first "real" DC snow. I say "real" because even though there wasn't a lot of it, it stuck around and didn't completely melt upon impact with the ground. Also, someone in the neighborhood built a snowman, so yeah. That equals "real" snow to me. I didn't leave the apartment for two whole days. I say that not with pride but with confidence. Heh, yes, I'm confident I didn't leave the apartment for two whole days. This week's shaping up nicely. Productive Tuesday, so far. Short work week thanks to the RDO, then next week, I'm off to Utah to work and see some real snow (note: no "quotes"). Flying through Phoenix, too, which is a first. Not that I get to see Phoenix, mind you. Just changin' planes. Woo. Current Mood: cold

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December 27th, 2006

12:57 pm - We have Wii Gordon and I gave ourselves one of the most sought-after presents ever this year. Yes, we have a Nintendo Wii. Current Location: the 'rents Current Mood: dorky

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December 14th, 2006

07:57 am - I tried These are supposed to be one word answers, but sometimes you need two...or more 1. Yourself: determined 2. Your significant other: brilliant 3. Your hair: bed 4. Your mother: well-meaning 5. Your father: nostalgic 6. Your favorite item: green jacket 7. Your dream last night: forgettable 8. Your favorite drink: water 9. Your dream car: mini 10. The room you are in: kitchen 11. Your ex: which? 12. Your fear: alzheimers 13. What you want to be in 10 years? happy 14. Who you hung out with last night? stephen colbert 15. What you’re not? angry 16. Muffins: blackberry 17. One of your wish list items: tortuga swatch 18. Time: mine! 19. The last thing you did: eat 20. What you are wearing: hoodie 21. Your favorite weather: sweater 22. Your favorite book: grammar ones 23. The last thing you ate: grape-nuts 24. Your life: amazing 25. Your mood: excited 26. Your best friend(s): know who they are 27. What are you thinking about right now? coffee 28. Your car: totalled 29. What are you doing at the moment? um, duh 30. Your summer: interesting 31. Your relationship status: fantastico! :> 32. What is on your TV? nothing 33. What is the weather like? damp 34. When is the last time you laughed? today Current Location: the apt Current Mood: awake

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December 1st, 2006

02:08 pm - A.D.I.D.A.D.M. Let me expand - All day I dream about dried mango. Tuesday, Mat and I had lunch at the American Indian Museum. I'd heard a few people talk about how awesome it was, and, well, it was. I had orange food day: pumpkin soup, butternut squash with hazelnuts and ok, some blue corn bread that wasn't so great. At the cash register, I picked up a little package of dried mango. I'd forgotten about it until I was on a fairly futile shopping excursion (something I like to call "Wii-connaissance"), and I was getting pretty hungry. It was heavenly, this mango. Not yet completely dried, so it was still slightly chewy, but also firm. Oh, just thinking about it makes me want to run over right now and see if they have any today. I've become a huge fan of dried fruits - papaya, pineapple, banana chips, dates, raisins, craisins, apricots. Heck, I might even eat a dried apple, though I don't care for the consistency of those so much. Ok, maybe I will walk over there and get myself some of my beloved mango. Current Mood: hungry

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November 28th, 2006

10:49 am - mice, destiny, and the pursuit of caffeinated beverages I forgot to set the alarm last night, but I woke myself up at 715. Nice job, I must say. I had my cereal, and I was sitting down to eat when I noticed something small and gray-brown scurrying across my kitchen floor. Yes, I let out the obligatory "EEEEE!" There is a mouse in my kitchen. Just one that I can tell. I am now on the quest for ultrasonic pest control. One for every outlet in my home. But what to do about the little guy who has moved in? Mat said to glue trap him, but that's just kinda wrong. I mean, what are the chances that if I caught him and let him go outside that he would find his way back to my specific apartment? There are ten floors! Maybe he's a homing mouse? All I know is that when I close my eyes, I see him scurry again and again. So, of course, the only thing I could do was to carry on with the day. I took a shower, got dressed and started my Tuesday workday. I decided to take the bus, and just as I was kicking myself for doing it, a woman got on who was very uncertain about where she was going. Fortunately for her, she was going to the same place I was, so I told her - "That's where I work. You're on the right bus. I'll help you get there, no problem." I mentioned that I don't normally take the bus, and she said, "The Lord put you in my path today." And I guess so. Sure. Got here, got Mat, got to my desk. Left almost immediately for Starbucks, which was open today! It's always better when Mat can come with. Read about our caffeine quest from last week here. Current Location: 3236 Current Mood: chipper

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November 2nd, 2006

11:09 am - So, I took the bus this morning Wow, each day for me in DC is an adventure, it seems. It kinda makes me feel like I'm in the right place for something - what that something is, I don't know, but it's strangely comforting. Listening to my iPod during my commute is key. Switching which sides of the street I walk on is good, too, as well as taking different ways to work. For example, as I said, I took the bus this morning. About two stops down, this young guy got on, and then he asked me a question - "Do you think that it is a statement of fact that people who do poorly in high school end up in the military?" (this is based on Kerry's comment made earlier this week, obviously) We discussed this all the way from T street to H street. I don't know this guy's name and will probably never see him again, but man, that was an interesting conversation to have this morning. Score one for the bus. No one talks to me on the Metro for the most part unless they are hitting or spitting (verbally) on me. Oh, or asking me for loose change. That's what I got last night. Occasionally I'll find the nice lady who just feels like talkin', but it's rare. I've been terrible about updating, I know, but I'm settling in just fine here. Tonight I'm having my evening of spa luxury in honor of my birthday (tomorrow). I'll post stuff about that when I get back from my business trip in NC. I went to Oregon two weeks ago for work, too. I have pics and stuff! I will figure out a way to get these so you can see 'em. xo Current Mood: contemplative

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October 1st, 2006

02:28 am - late or early, half empty or half full? Packed up a good portion of my stuff today. I can't believe I'm going to be moving in about 3 days. Well, two. No, three? I'm leaving Tuesday afternoon - you make the call. Gotta get up early to do some more. Must sleep!!!! Current Location: mi casa, mi sofa Current Mood: anxious

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September 28th, 2006

02:19 pm - To freelance or not to freelance This is my question: I could write web copy for my job at SAH (super extreme mega part-time from DC) for some extra cash for a month or two, or I could not. Laundro says I should ask for mo' money. Maybe he's right. I mean, I have to pay state tax on it living in DC, even if it is freelance. Right? I've got my budget together. I'm not hurting by any means. It would be more of a favor to my web team than it would be for me. I'm estimating about 10 hours a week or less. Jeez, no wonder I was so bored all the time. If I can do my job here in 10 hours a week, where did the other 30 go? As I type this journal entry while dancing to iTunes in my cubicle flipping back and forth from Ebay auctions I'm watching and the first 7 episodes of season two of Weeds, the answer is revealed. I'm going to take a walk. Current Location: the compound - again Current Mood: amused Current Music: "Wanna Be Startin Somethin" - MJ

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September 27th, 2006

04:26 pm - Two in one day - I'm a powerhouse of posts Why do I keep thinking I need two jobs? I was filling out my tax paperwork for the new job yesterday, and before I faxed it, I had to fill in the "Write 1 if you are single and have only one job" line, and I hesitated, like I was considering my situation down the road and thinking, "What if I get real bored and want to work on my days off?" Am I insane?! Yes. I am insane. I am also bored. I will be in tomorrow for my real last day. Woo? Current Location: still at the compound Current Mood: insane

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09:02 am - venti soy no water chai + espresso shot The maddest of props to David and his suggestion of adding an espresso shot to my soy chai. I estimate that I will achieve liftoff in 25 minutes. Good call, David! Thanks! Today is technically my last day at SAH, but I have a feeling I will be in tomorrow to tie up any loose ends. Then, I have got to pack. Damn. I was looking around at my stuff this morning thinking, "This won't take any time at all." Famous last words. Trish and I are currently making a checklist of items to bring on our "No sleep til MD, all night U-Haul party extravaganza" 1. A case of Bawls 2. Video camera 3. Adapter for iPod 4. Snack crackas! 5. At least one noble gas (preferably He) 6. A hard plastic baby (to confuse/distract wild predators) 7. Two turtledoves 8. Parkay (butter) 9. A picture of Richard Dean Anderson (for additional courage in times of crisis) 10. Rope (in case we meet people who eat salsa made in new york city) I'm completely out of my mind today. Caffeine...is a drug...ohhhhhhhh.... Current Location: the compound Current Mood: Do not taunt happy fun ball Current Music: the smiths

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September 22nd, 2006

10:33 am - Random! On My Mattress From an email I sent to Gordon this morning: I don't really care for Panic! At the Disco, but I really like their name. It gives me an awesome mental picture of a group of frightened people doing the hustle out of a set of fire doors. -- Last night I hit the town and saw old friends and acquaintances. The statement heard most? "I haven't seen you in ages!" To which I replied, "No one has." I had to do a little S-P, self-preservation. It wasn't personal. I just didn't feel like taking my little gray cloud out in public. I had a lot on my mind, and I really needed to work through it. People thought I'd already moved, so my news wasn't really that exciting. People thought I was visiting. How funny is that? I might as well have been in DC. The world pretty much assumed I'd been there all summer. It was good, though. I saw people I'd been itching to see before I left, and some I didn't know I wanted to see until I saw them. I still haven't seen a few people, but I saw people who see those people, and they can pass the word along. Current Location: the compound Current Mood: happy

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September 20th, 2006

11:23 am - Don't shoot my mattress! OK, so here we go. Yesterday I overnighted a deposit for my new (hopefully - I can't see why not) studio apartment in the Adams Morgan/U Street area of our nation's capital. .42 miles to the Metro and 8 minutes to the office, give or take. I am leaving my Anaconda Honda in Nashville because apparently parking, like meat, is murder, and I don't like driving too much anyway. I only worry about Gordon's car when he comes to visit. Maybe I will buy him a city parking spot for Christmas. You can do that, you know. You can buy them. I toyed with the idea of buying one in a garage, and then inflating a mattress and sleeping in it. I bet I could even make tips watching people's cars. Or, I could, you know, die - either from carbon monoxide poisoning or from a mortal wound inflicted upon me by someone trying to steal a neighboring car. Although, I don't think I'd want to mess with someone sleeping on an inflatable mattress in a parking garage. Would you? Didn't think so. Current Location: the compound Current Mood: silly Current Music: the arcade fire

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