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[07 Jul 2009|10:59pm] |
As of today, I drink coffee black.
As of yesterday, I drink coffee.
This is my opener because, I don't know, it amuses me. Is it something that requires a declaration? No. Are there better things to talk about? Yes. Will I talk about them? Probably not. I haven't decided.
Do I use this journal as any kind of venue for expression? Noooot really.
I will say this, though: my 51-year-old mother is much, much better at Guitar Hero and WiiSports than me and it annoys me. And I think she wants a Wii because she won't stop talking about it.
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| Okay, maybe it is time. |
[26 Apr 2009|01:33pm] |
I just found about 6 drawings underneath my bed dated 2-25-99.
They have been under there for over ten years.
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| *owns midterm!* |
[19 Mar 2009|08:55pm] |
I got at 36/40 on a test I was sure I did poorly on! Yay!
And I still don't know a damned thing about what's going on in that class.
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| Sing-a-long Songs: Metal |
[06 Mar 2009|11:04am] |
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Last night, I've got music playing when my mom comes home and we have a chat. While we're talking about whatever, she suddenly notices that the metal song I've got playing is a cover of a Phil Collins song from the 80's. My mother singing a long to metal? Pretty much the funniest thing ever.
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| A Fractured Fairy Tale |
[27 Jan 2009|01:56pm] |
Once upon a time, there lived a princess. Though she was beautiful and wise and all things a princess should be, she spent her days lazing about the castle while the King and the Queen ruled the kingdom. Because such a life did not suit the princess, she decided that she must learn a trade.
She went into the forest, for all knew it was nature who was the most skilled of all. In the forest, the princess told the deer that she would like to spend her days learning a trade.
"Oh, no," said the deer, "that will never do. For you are a princess and already have your kingdom by day, you must learn a trade by night."
The princess agreed. Surely, the deer knew better than she.
"Come to the forest at night," the deer told her, "and the animals will teach you a trade. We do this in good faith, for we have heard you are wise. But if you wish to complete your lessons, you must undergo three tests of wisdom before the seasons change. If you are as wise as they say, these tests will be a simple task."
The princess agreed and at night, she would go into the forest to learn a trade. Before fall turned to winter, she underwent three tests of wisdom.
And so, she told the bird, "I have completed the tests of wisdom. I am as wise as they say."
The bird told her, "I am going to migrate to a warmer place for the winter. Tell the deer."
The princess told the deer, "I have completed the tests of wisdom. I am as wise as they say."
The deer said, "That is good, I shall tell the bird."
The bird had indeed gone south for the winter, so it was not until some days later that she received his reply: "To continue learning a trade, you must do this quest." The princess looked over what was required for her quest.
"I went on this quest already," the princess sent back, "It was many seasons ago."
"No," came the bird's next letter. "You did a similar quest, they look the same. But they are different. You shall also need the blessings of three wizards, if you wish to learn a trade."
So, the princess prepared to go on the quest and asked six wizards to bless her so that she may learn a trade. Though she knew many wizards, she feared the wizards also knew many princesses and they may not all remember her, or be willing to bless her. The first three wizards to answer her plea would be the ones to bless her. The Wizard of the East was the first, saying that he would be happy to bless her. Second, was the Wizard of Thor. Third was the Merchant Wizard's apprentice, who, while not yet a wizard herself, could bless just as well as any true wizard.
When she completed her quest, the princess found herself at fort. The gatekeeper told her that she should have completed her quest before the seasons changed and that she would certainly not learn a trade. Just when the princess's hopes were as low as she thought they could be, a maid pulled her into a small alcove.
"All hope is not lost," the maid said. "If the wizards bless you before the full moon comes, you may have yet a chance to learn a trade. Ask them again, tell them you need the blessing soon."
The Merchant Wizard's apprentice blessed her first. It was a few days before the Wizard of Thor performed his blessing. The Wizard of the East took more days still, which concerned the princess. She feared she may not learn her trade.
On the day of the full moon, the maid approached the princess again, this time, while the princess was at home in the castle. "The wizards have blessed you and the forest knows you are wise. If you wish to learn a trade, you must now beseech the Lord of the Forest."
"Who is the Lord of the Forest?" asked the princess.
"I do not know his name or his face," the maid answered. "But to beseech him, you must first ask the banana, the Spirit of Ripe Fruit, and the trees. You must do this tomorrow, before the sun leaves the highest place in the sky."
And so, the princess went in search of the banana, the Spirit of Ripe Fruit and the trees, so that she could ask them to allow her to beseech the Lord of the Forest. On her journey, she was stopped by a sapling. The sapling told her that the banana and the Spirit were gone and she must come back later.
"But I need their permission before the sun leaves the highest place in the sky," the princess told the sapling. "What can I do?"
The sapling was unsure. "It is just a twist of fate," she said, "that they are not here. I have friends in other parts of the forest. Perhaps they can help you." The sapling stretched her roots to ask the other saplings of the forest what the princess could do.
She needn't have gone to the trouble--for at that moment, the Spirit of Ripe Fruit descended. He gave the princess his permission to ask the trees. The banana was still no where to be found, but the Spirit insisted that that was all right. The banana, was in fact, the Wizard of Thor, and the princess had had his blessing and permission all along. Thanking the sapling and the Spirit, the princess continued on to ask the trees. The trees themselves gave the princess their permission, too, and the princess journeyed on, to the stronghold of the Lord of the Forest.
The Lord of the Forest dwelled in the very same fort that the princess had come to at the end of her quest. At the gate was the maid, not the gatekeeper. "I've got the permission of the banana, the Spirit of Ripe Fruit and the trees themselves," the princess said. "I have come to beseech the Lord of the Forest, so that I may learn a trade."
The maid smiled. "That's it."
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| A Holiday Review |
[02 Jan 2009|02:58am] |
It's not musical. I'm sorry. With a subject like that, it seems like it should have some sort of medley.
On my last day of work before the holidays, I came to the conclusion that the people who sing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" are jerks. They come, demand pudding and refuse to leave until they get it. Who the hell are you to just show up and start demanding figgy pudding? The entire thing is about this pudding.
(It's actually a cultural thing, but its way less fun to complain about when you keep that in mind...)
I normally make it a point to not discuss what I received for Christmas because I like to pretend that I am not materialistic and that the presents don't matter to me, but I received a roughly 700-page tome that took me a week to read. And then I wrote a book report on it. It's about eight pages and took me four hours to write. I have either issues or dedication. Let us not waste anytime trying to determine which.
(I love Tony Stark.)
I spent Christmas Day the way I have spent most Christmas Days for the past 13 years or so: traveling to New Jersey by car. I didn't go last year, but that the only year since we moved to NC that I haven't. I actually don't typically think of myself as having much of a connection with my extended family. It had been a year and a half since I'd seen anyone and a lot had changed but I was really struck by the familiarity of it all. It was like it had been no time at all. And it just really felt like this is what going home is.
(I hate sounding sappy.)
The day after Christmas, the relatives that didn't make it on Christmas Day came over. I have one cousin who's a teenager now and everyone else just gave him money or gift cards. I was the only person who gave him an actual present, with the exception of a sweater from our grandmother that needed to be returned. And he liked the present I got him, which made me feel pretty good. I think everything I got people went over well this year, which is unusual, because I normally get people things they don't really care a whit about it.
(I figure you can't go wrong with Batman.)
On Saturday, my mother's mother's family gets together for a really horrible Christmas party every year. And I complained a lot about it and assumed no one was actually going to listen to me or care. And instead, I was presented with the startlingly new concept of, "If you don't want to go, you don't have to." And I didn't. And it was everything I thought it would be.
(I did cry, though. Weird things set me off. I don't even understand it.)
I firmly believe the following story will be told by members of my family for years to come:
One of my cousins and his wife are going to have a baby and on Sunday, we attended the baby shower. It was at a Spanish restaurant and every table had a large bottle of mineral water, a bottle of wine and a pitcher of Sangria. The pitchers were being constantly replaced when empty. I could not tell you how many pitchers of Sangria our table went through, but it was probably a lot.
We were actually going to head straight from one party to another, so one of my aunts decided that we ought to take the Sangria with us. She dumped the mineral water out of its bottle and poured the Sangria in. We wanted the fruit, too, so she started chopping up the fruit into small enough pieces that she could jam them into the mouth of the bottle. Then we stole the mineral water bottle and pitcher of Sangria from another table and my mom started chopping fruit, too. And while we were at it, we grabbed the bottles of wine, too.
And when we left, we tucked our prize booze into the spare tire cubby in the trunk of the car.
(We had a huge chip on our shoulder, because we were the classy table.)
On Monday, we went to New York City. Which is dull. The Macy's windows were horrible this year, the tree in Times Square looks the same as it ever did and I accidentally snuffed a candle at St. Patrick's.
(I still feel really horrible about that.)
On Tuesday, we went to the Stack for lunch and Pizzaland for dinner. I was honestly surprised it took us that long before we went to the Stack because my grandparents are addicted to that place and we normally find ourselves there three times a week. It's a pancake restaurant and not particularly special, but it would have been nice to go twice, because I had a hard time choosing between banana or potato pancakes.
As for Pizzaland....you don't know how good food can be until you eat there. I can't even say, honestly.
(I got potato.)
On Wednesday, I hung around the house, played with my younger cousins and drew a ton. I was sad to go. It's harder to leave when you don't know when you'll be coming back.
(I didn't bring my markers, so now I'm trying to catch up on coloring all those drawings.)
On Thursday, we drove home.
(Orangeade is disgusting.)
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[27 Dec 2008|03:21pm] |
So, I got to go to my grandparents' house for Christmas this year! I didn't go last year because I was sucking up at the museum and trying to get a better job, so I didn't want to take the time off. This year, I don't care that much about my job and they only gave me 7 hours from the 23rd to the 2nd of January anyway, so I got rid of those days and came to NJ.
For some reason, I was under the impression that have wireless now. I don't know why I thought that, because they don't have it and I can't mooch off any of the neighbors. (They wised up to that years ago.) They do have an actual computer, though, which is a plus. My poor MacBook is like an oversized iPod now because I don't have anything on it that doesn't require the internet to be interesting but music.
Okay...I do have the pilot episode of Iron Man: Armored Adventures but that show is so bad that it doesn't make Mao-chan any less useless without the internet.
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[19 Aug 2008|12:27am] |
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I often say that I have the soul of a flapper. Today an eldery man, who is a bit too friendly for my taste, told me that I remind him of a former girlfriend of his, so I suppose I'm on the right track. I'd prefer it if, you know, the right track wasn't creepy.
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| I don't remember this being this difficult the last time around |
[01 Aug 2008|02:03pm] |
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My medical records are somehow unsatisfactory and I can't register for classes. I need a permit. So I called to get one and the guy was out of the office. And the next day, even though I was told he'd be back, he was still out. And then I e-mailed. And I got a reply, asking what class I needed the permit for. So I told him. And then he gives me the WRONG permit and I still can't register.
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| Something I've Been Wondering |
[07 Jul 2008|11:16pm] |
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Is John Tesh famous for something other than just being the most boring man alive, or is that all there is to it?
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| Things that Make Me Sad! |
[04 Jul 2008|03:11pm] |
1) I woke up this morning with pain on the right side of my neck that restricts movement somewhat. I had this once before, about two years ago, though then it was A LOT worse. I had to have my head touching my left shoulder at all times or the pain was unbearable. Now, I'm pretty much all right unless I look to the right or tilt my head to the right. But, I suspect its likely to get worse. But I don't have insurance, save major medicial, so it'll be expensive to get anything done about this and I DO have work, so I don't know when I can go to the doctor about this. I've also been getting migraines a lot so...
Fantastic.
2) Every department at work has its own soundtrack and my department is mostly horrible current teeny-bopper pop and wanna-be rap that's much too tame to actually be rap. There are a few songs I like, though, and I just looked one up on YouTube and found out that its by some Disney channel chick who's in High School Musical and The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. So, now I want to die.
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| Um, ew |
[03 Jul 2008|11:59pm] |
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Sometimes people do things and there's just no fathoming what possessed them to think that that was okay. Yesterday, someone left a soiled diaper in the dressing room for us to find. Today, it was vomit.
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| Dear LiveJournal, |
[29 Jun 2008|08:57pm] |
Today I betrayed everything I've ever stood for. And it was awesome.
I started reading Civil War: Young Avengers & Runaways. And since I didn't have the time to finish it in the store, I bought it. And I enjoyed the whole book. I've only ever heard terrible things about it, but after reading it, I'm not entirely sure what the issue is.
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| Hrm. |
[15 May 2008|02:19pm] |
So, I still haven't heard anything about the job I interviewed for in April and the deadline is next Monday. I'm feeling quite crappy about that. It's not outside the realm of possibility, but the more distanced I get from the interview, the more I feel lousy about the whole thing.
On the up side, though, I got accepted into the cheap school, so even if I don't get this job, there's still a plan. Even better, since I already have a degree, I fulfill the general education requirements and only have to do the departmental requires. So, I should be able to do this fairly fast.
On the down side, they have me down for the wrong major. Pre-Education instead of Elementary Education. Also, I need to make an advising appointment, but they have yet to give me any info about how to go about doing that. So, I called the Department today to fix stuff and get info and they were like, "LOLZ, the advisers aren't here this week. Call back on Monday."
I woke up with a sick, nervous feeling this morning and it just won't go away.
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| Couldn't Resist |
[11 May 2008|03:54pm] |
Table for 25fluffyfics, pairing: Maguri and Maora
| 1. | Picnic |
2. | Hobbies |
3. | Sport |
4. | Dancing |
5. | Holiday |
| 6. | Candles |
7. | Breakfast |
8. | Dinner |
9. | Blankets |
10. | Bath |
| 11. | Massage |
12. | Hurt |
13. | Nightmare |
14. | Home |
15. | Birthday |
| 16. | Puppy/kitten |
17. | Jealousy |
18. | Gift |
19. | Flowers |
20. | Protection |
| 21. | Sunset |
22. | Parting |
23. | Reunion |
24. | Writer’s choice |
25. | Writer’s Choice |
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| Please Pass the Lumps |
[05 May 2008|09:03pm] |
Today, I went to a tea party. Now, this being my first tea party, I had no idea what to wear and eventually went with a tee-shirt and jeans, figuring that I didn't want to risk dressing up and being foolish and overdressed. Though once I got there, I think its safe to say that I was foolish and underdressed. Everyone else had at least nice pants on.
The reason for this tea party was ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) never2ndguess is a culinary student and a major project at the end of term is something that looks to me an awful lot like a Restaurant Wars episode of Top Chef. (Which makes it AWESOME.) I'd never been in the neighborhood uptown where her school is, and parked in a deck that I know because you never want to risk parking uptown. This deck was like..ten blocks away. So then I walked to the school. And then all the doors were locked. And then once I got in I had no idea were the dining room was.
I was terrified that I was going to be very very late (and was about ten minutes late or so), but thankfully, nothing had actually started when I got there and I got to sit with all my Discovery Place buddies. We were loud and obnoxious as is our wont and I kind of feel sorry for the people there who weren't with our crew because 1) They just weren't having nearly as much fun as us, if you are to judge from the amount of laughing and 2) They had to deal with all our noise.
There were three courses of food, each with its own tea, and the food was presented on these three-tiered trays. There was a cheese and fruit course, a canape course (which was made entirely of amazing and everything there was my favorite thing ever) and a dessert course. The canape course was the first time I've ever had duck and the first time I ever liked avocado. There was at least one extra of each one that course, so we all got a second piece of one of them, which means we had to pick. It was a hard, hard choice. I went for the salmon, but I'd have liked seconds of the duck and avocado, too. It seriously was a tough decision to make. Normally, I drink tea plain, but since the sugar was in LUMPS, instead of loose or in cubes, I couldn't resist them and loaded my tea with sugar just for the novelty.
I'd put in a few highlights from the conversation, but there were too many and none of them transfer well to being written down. Which is a shame, as we are hilariously obnoxious.
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[27 Apr 2008|11:14pm] |
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I found my first gray hair today. Getting so oooooold.
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[26 Apr 2008|11:44pm] |
Today I found the football wife.
May I never forget this day.
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