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| 28-January-2008, 06:49 |
| Wrong number dear |
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Nice start.
This morning I got into work and checked my phone messages.
Late Sunday night somebody, inebriated or otherwise, called my phone and sang mostly nonsense, but I did pick out the crooning of "where are yooooouuuu?"
I wonder if I'll get a call this morning.
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| 24-January-2008, 21:18 |
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Oh. It hurt. The Dr. had to do a biopsy. Upside: it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I slept away most of the pain.
Tips of my fingers are slightly swollen. I practice in 5 minute bits about three times a day. I'm just trying to reach chords anyway, and the breaks give my fingers time to rest up.
I'm brushing up my resume. Opportunity's knocking. Good thoughts.
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Sushi today was tasty as ever. The crab nigiri was a little sweeter than usual, an improvement.
Guitar: First night of practice, woo hoo.
Game: My noblesse quest bugged, waiting on the awesome GMs to work it out. I think in the mean time I'll start a Kamael character.
Puzzles: Still up in sudoku.
Other: Pfft.
Oh, wait, I guess there's an other.
I have a colposcopy tomorrow. *waves invisible flag*
Kittens: Fine. Haven't caught them on the counter lately. Duck tape FTW. I have pictures of them I need to upload. *forgetful*
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| 19-January-2008, 13:27 |
| basketball, B? Srsly? |
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It took me years before reading gossip blogs got under my skin.
I've been listening to sports radio for a couple weeks and it's definitely under my skin.
Gossip: I started to recognize, names, faces, and knew histories.
Sports: I find myself looking at the time and date and thinking, "Team X is playing Team Y..."
Then! Then! I look up where I can find a radio broadcast (because fuck TV, to be honest, nothing can make me want to watch that).
Last weekend it was football. I didn't understand a damned thing, but... I listened, and heard the commentary at work later.
Right now, I found the local radio station for the game taking place in an hour an a half. Basketball. College.
I think I'm more embarrassed about that than being able to name the relatives and court dates for women barely out of their teens.
No... all of it makes me feel weird.
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Before I went to bed, I answered several questions from my Beloved as he tried to get back into playing L2.
I woke up this morning to see him wearing the clan crest for the clan I wanted to join. An officer of the clan told me last night that there was no room for new players. Of course, the leader already said I could join anyway. *shrugs*
Just interesting.
A little over one hour and sushis Wednesday will be in full affect. I can't think of anything I want other than a volcano roll for like... the 5th week in a row. It's pitiful. I think that woman puts crack in those rolls. They are just so fiery. She makes it special just for me and my Love. Last week we finished our meal in tears and tingling mouths.
Will I add crab nigiri? Most likely not. Just the roll should do today.
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And now, for my semi forced update.
My current phases are:
Samurai Sudoku puzzles
Lineage II
Sports Radio
In some fashion or another, that's been the summation of my activity. Doing puzzles. Playing L2. Listening to fanatics discuss sports I don't follow.
All of it will pass, eventually. I'm working on daily print outs from November of 2006. Guessing my last Sudoku phase was in December '06. I had not touched one since, but I kept the print outs, just in case.
Lo and behold, one day, I said to myself, "I want to do a puzzle. Where'd I put those things?"
Years.
Years pass between the tens of side hobbies I have.
I was coloring before that, enjoying it too, until the puzzle bug bit me. And I was doing puzzles right on top of my coloring book. I finished a page, and keep meaning to scan it, but... *goes back to solving for missing numbers*
It's been like that.
The sports radio thing is background noise, something to grin at on occasion.
Oh, and I've been catching up on Paradise Lost albums. I forgot about them for a few years, but I DL'd some of their latest stuff, and I still love them. Bought their first album as a fluke 10 CDs for a penny, or what not. Loved it. There's only one album of theirs I don't like. It's the heavier sounding one. I'm glad they regulated that to one album. It wasn't for me.
I'm thinking I should find a book with logic puzzles in them. I thought about that a while ago. I'm fairly sure it's been a DECADE since I last did one of those. Logic puzzles are basically sudoku's with a story. Easy to make the jump.
OH.
So that I can keep somewhat of a narrative up.
"Perfect server" = NOT.
Server I had written off = Perfect.
I have officially found a new home, one that I won't be tempted to spend money on.
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| 07-January-2008, 20:47 |
| Ouch Damnit |
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I have deduced that I may have sprained my wrist
1) cleaning the bathroom (too much elbow grease!)
2) driving (maybe it got tangled in a turn?)
Either way. I can definitely see swelling now,
and I have slapped on the icy hot.
Phantom pains are so lame.
Why can't it just hurt immediately after injury?
Oh and
3) Hey, maybe I slept on it wrong.
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| 04-January-2008, 14:05 |
| We don't even care whether or not we care |
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I became inebriated without getting sleepy.
This was not a result of any self experimentation.
No. I was given a formula, and I followed it.
On the heels of this "triumph" I have my next curiosity in play.
The one time I got pass the sleepiness...
I don't know remember what happened.
I do not recall the events that took place when I got beyond drunk.
People told me the next day, but they could have made it all up.
Never did it again. I go beyond tipsy to drunk and then
I go to bed. Nappy time.
It's why I didn't drink at parties. Once I did.
My beloved woke me when it was time to go home.
Yesterday. Awake and loosey goosey!
Playing video games none the less.
I solved my rubik's cube down to the last step.
I was shocked. It was like, "hey, lets do this next."
I thought I had forgotten all the bits.
Reminds me of the time I'd speak well-lubricated Russian in college whenever I got tipsy.
But why wasted? At home? Doing nothing?
Shits. Giggles. Solo laughs.
Clearly... nah, no clearly.
But I'm soooooo curious.
Curiosity killed something.
I think it was a brain cell.
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| 31-August-2007, 08:51 |
| Marbles |
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My marbles came in the mail yesterday. The ones I ordered filled half the empty space I had left. I already looked at the next batch I wanted to order, but I halted. I'm nostalgic about the days when you could buy 100 marbles for a dollar. I'm sure I could get a better deal for them somewhere. They had red puries too. *drool* However, the minimum I could buy is 100, for $5! I do not need 100 red marbles. My rule is not to keep over 50 of the same type. Although, by looking at my current collection, somewhere along the line I might have culled the herd more than I should have.
That's another point, I've already worked hard at thinning out my current collection. Now is not the type to get all psycho over little glass orbs. The kittens will be here eventually and I'll have to put my dazzling choking hazards back into their box.
I don't know what I'll do yet. There are some gorgeous, unique colors that I don't have yet. I wish I could see them in a store.
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Somehow the old, blue, worn down sharpie that I've had for years was a longer lasting and better marking marker than the 24 I recently bought. These pitiful things maybe worked 5 minutes before running dry.
I am deeply disappointed. I made sure to match the marker perfectly to the one I had - Stanford Sharpie Fine Point Permanent marker.
I might as well have bought Brand X Suckass Markers.
Deeply disappointed. My wall drawing has suffered. My next step will be to cut the tips off the markers so that they are flat and blunt like my the old one. Nothing worse could happen.
In the meanwhile, I got out a piece of poster board I had been hording. I glued popsickle sticks 3-high around the borders. I went into the closet and pulled out my marble collection and poured them into the frame.
My current peace maker / energy rejuvenation outlet is to try and create a mosaic picture from my marbles. That's more than my marbles have done in years. They are happy to see the light.
I was surprised the marbles did not fill the poster board. I fear this may lead to me buying more marbles. Last thing I need is more marbles. I'm quite sure I've thinned them out in previous years because I had so many.
But yes, I totally forsee myself getting more. More puries. More red.
Why'd I have to waste money on sucktastic markers?
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| 08-August-2007, 09:19 |
| Feeling Low; Living space |
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My life is a wave of spazz and lull. Well, I've been in a lull and gave into it by sleeping for the past 48 hours.
It went something like 4pm - 7pm sleep, 7pm-9pm eat dinner, digest, 9pm - 5am sleep
4pm - 8pm sleep, 8pm - 10pm eat dinner, digest, 10pm - 2am sleep, (pee break) 2am - 5am sleep
Both days I sat at work *sleepy as all get out* I couldn't take it today. I gave up and walked to Starbucks and got a cup of coffee.
However, during the mini hibernation (which happens to me anyway ever few months) I have the most weird dreams. Everything I've been thinking about, reading, or studying ties into these small stories.
No sense in asking why I'm prone to periods of sleepiness. Probably the same reason I'm prone to acting like a 4 year old on a sugar rush for the same amount of time. It's just me.
Plus, the only thing I have to do at home right now is "clean my room." I have a closet full of stuff I need to go through, clothes I need to set aside for donation, boxes of stuff I need to weed through, and reorganize stuff to make it more kitten friendly.
Totally not interesting when all I want to do is sleep.
Something about living in a dorm room totally ruined my idea of "living space." Ten years later and I still consider a box furniture. When I go furniture shopping the 'coolest' pieces are always in the "storage" section. I like keeping things compartmentalized. Everything I buy is functional. Everything I own is still in my bedroom*. I have an entire house and I've had to force myself to put stuff "in other rooms."
My mind, how screwed it can be.
* There's a bedroom where 'we' sleep and then my husband has a room and I have a room. I don't sleep there, but I 'live' there, so I keep calling it my bedroom even though it's more of a dressing room / Bianca's play room.
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| 02-August-2007, 13:24 |
| One of those people |
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I don't even know how to express these sentiments correctly.
A week ago I decided it would be nice to have a cat. I've never had a cat. I'm told their low maintenance animals, but that hasn't stopped the spazzing, and reading, and searching, and comparing, and forum browsing.
Granted, I'm naturally a spazz, so it fits the profile.
I think it has to do with my being talked down from a cat to a kitten, up from a kitten to a pair.
But the breed was my decision, and I will have no one to blame for that.
Even though I *know* what I'm getting into, I simply feel excited. I literally collapsed to the floor when the breeder said the pair was only 6 weeks old. I collapsed in a childlike, "I have to wait how much longer?" drama queen flair. I was not on the phone, by the way, my Beloved was.
So, am I looking at a life of going from Dog to Bird to Rodent to Cat person? Maybe so. Goodness knows I have a digital camera and I'm not afraid to use it.
Plus, my Beloved has a strong "must nurture something" drive and I need to provide him with distractions before he tries to find that completion in a human infant. *shudders*
Spazz.
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| 23-July-2007, 08:39 |
| Fasting |
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| mundane |
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Bringing up the fact that you're fasting or thinking about fasting is much like telling someone you've changed political parties or that you're joining a cult.
I do not exaggerate, the comments I've seen from people are just that enflamed.
Hence my decision not to tell anyone, even after I'm finished with it. At first I thought someone would benefit from real live experience, but then I realized I don't really want to hear what anyone has to say - supporting or otherwise.
So I'll just get through this alone, keep the wisdom to my written journal and offer advise when asked for it.
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