tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96933372011-06-08T01:41:49.628-05:00A transpirational study of my internal, hopefully mollisolic, flocculent masses.chIntlhIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712062276539846928noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9693337.post-80142127357647185142007-12-02T18:30:00.000-06:002007-12-02T18:41:51.760-06:00

Somehow this past week has flown, like a frightened pigeon, and I'm looking finals in the teeth. Thanksgiving... err sorry, Fall break, is just a joke that the Institution plays on us poor students; for some reason they give us a week off, and then we have time only for seven breaths before finals are knocking us flat. Luckily, I only have five tests to take in the next two weeks.Did I just say

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This year Thanksgiving has fallen on the 22nd of November, which for me is like Pulaski Day falling on Easter Sunday, which by the way I have no idea if that is possible, but whatever. Maybe not that drastic, I suppose, but in truth I'm grumpy because T-day is on the same day as la Dia de Santa Cecilia, who happens to be MY patron saint, well and all those musicians out there, and I would rather

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At one point in my musical career I made a sortof New Years Resolution to learn one new tune a week, which is a substantial amount of tunes I thought, to learn. So, then, by the next Silvester I would have a substantial increase in the number of tunes under my musical belt, because, well, I don't really know that many. As you are probably guessing by this point in my narrative, that particular

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I moved in this past week, I moved in to my new home in Urpaign, and started school on Wednesday. I am not certain whether I am excited by this new semester or not. All I know is that, oh my god, everyone around me is sooooo incredibly young, so incredibly sophomoric, and I want them all to shut their little traps. I mean the professor only listens to your nonsense because she is paid to do

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So I'm going back to University, and I haven't done my paperwork. How usual is that? This is my normal reaction, I suppose to most things, delay and delay until its either too late or I have to hand in this crazy piece of dren. Here I am, starting to get that clench in my belly that says to me, hey dude you better do yer thing or yer not gonna get what you want, and what do I do? Write a post

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We are smack dab in the middle of Lent, that wonderful season of giving things up, as in "I'm giving up blank for Lent." It used to be that there was no question what you gave up for this season, it was a given that everyone would fast for these 40 days. Which meant something like no food until the first star of the evening, a la Judaism, or one meal a day, in the Buddhist way. Then came Vatican

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Is coffee really my friend? It lifts me up when I'm down, which is most definitely a good friendlike characteristic. It jolts me awake when I'm tired, which is I suppose a good friend would do, but most likely would not, I hope, while I was still alive, actually use those electrical zapping paddles you always see in ER. In fact coffee leaves me in a perpetual state of fight or flight. Hrm the

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I am now the newest sales person at what I can only call an urban camping outfitter. A chicago fixture, Uncle Dan's is the store you hit up when you want to go skiing in June in the Alps, or don't know what to wear on your cruise to the Artic Circle. No joke, I had a woman in once who wanted to know what to wear to Antartica. So anyway we sell everything from The North Face to Patagonia, to

chIntlhIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712062276539846928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9693337.post-50767270877792610252007-01-15T18:37:00.000-06:002007-01-15T19:13:08.061-06:00

I have some exciting bits of news. Some is really new, some is moderately new, but nothing is old!I am going back to University in the fall, a thing which has all my in town friends blithely refraining from comment, mostly because I have yet to tell them, and nextly, or less mostly, or rather lessly because I hardly ever talk to any of them, let alone see them. They are not concerned.Yeah.But

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This amazing thingamagigy called librarything has now sucked my brains out. I spent the past couple of days cataloguing all the books I own, or rather all the books I own that I can find. I think I have tons more, I swear I have tons more.Okay so maybe I did not actually enter most of my text books, cuse they are in my closet, and are reallly big, and obnoxious, but soon, and very soon you will

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Yeah! Today being the first day of spring, was of course, cold as fuck. But do I care? Noooo, cuse Im back to doing what I love, although yes I do have to work an odd hour here or there at the Video Store. I am once again covered in dirt at the end of my day!I started back in my job of funness.... Don't you find it sad that all I think about these days is work? Does this mean Im growing up?

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A shout out for meine Schwester, who today hits her big 3-0... yesh thats old!

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I suppose one might be asking "what the hell happened to bugsy in this past year?" being of course not molified by the short snippet about my new motherhood; kittens are currently causing havoc if you wondered. So I will give you my year in review, starting from the back-end cuse its easiest to remember.My B-day:This illustrious day just happened, and I hit my quarter century mark... woot! I was

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So, there is a reason, really a valid one, that I haven't been around in say... err ten-ish months. One of those reasons is, I now have babies, of the really furry kind. The other being, I was in school... I had several jobs... blah blah blah. By the way, I'm no longer working five million hours a week, only about 35, having only one job, and I only have one class, although its a killer. Plant

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So on this, my second day as a newly employed memeber of the masses, I have a tale of dharma to tell you, my lovely audience. But first a review.I am now employed. At the Chicago Botanic Gardens, a place I want to have my children, yes I want to give birth on the rose garden lawn. This is amazing. This is wonderful, outstanding, news. But I had to move to make it posible; because I am poor,

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I decided, in alll my mental glory, that since I like moussaka so damned much, I would learn how to make it. And as first tries go, not bad. I have a few things I would like to fix of course, but thatll have to wait until, well, three years from now :PBut the thing that really gets me, is dishes. One simple casserole, and I used every single pan in the kitchen, three different spoons, two

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Since the evil efile-ing morons from Aldeberon VI sucked out my brain, I am now deceased. Yes I spend all my daylight hours avoiding garlic and sunshine in my plushie fyarl booties and matching green leopard print lounging wear while absorbed in the pages of Martha Stewart's Undead Living, or waiting for Alton Brown to tell me why my blood mayonaisse keeps collapsing. My poor roomate is also

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Over dinner, suz and I discussed the dialects of midwestern buffy watchers, who happen to have grown up in Chicago land. I know I havent mentioned suz before here, cuse, well although I live with her, at times we clash so hard that all I can think of is grumpy things to say about her, but she is not mean, or evil, but in fact one of the coolest people I know. And tonight we were having one of

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Yeah? so? Im a geek. I fully except my geekitude. But I bet you dont understand the full depth to which Ive fallen. I just got my selfpressie, you know, the kind that is sponsored by a generous grant from some wonderful aunt/uncle team, a splurgerific splash into commercialism, possessionism, and capitolism. The three C's... err... so here we go. Three CDs, one which was the new TMBG kid's

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I forgot to mention I had a birthday in that interum, and my sister's is today, so we are both a year older :)

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Hela everyone, I know its been a month since last I posted, and well, Im now unemployed. Thankfully, though, not also friendless in greenland. So I have to find a job, gah, this is my wandering in the desert time. Whose gonna hire a demi-educated groundskeeper in the middle of winter, anyway? But to bouy me on my job hunt, I do have the good wishes of family and friends, and woot, a new

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Oh yeah, sarcasm. I hate snow, which is a very recent thing, hrm since this winter actually, I hate it very much, and when it warms up, we will get it. Thats how it works kiddies, from crazy-freezing to warm... snow, and back from warm to witch-tit-freezing... snow, and most likely snow when its warm too. Maybe even snow when its cold (but I still dont think its very likely). Soon I will

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I work tomorrow, isnt that sad? Eh I need the money, and no I dont like thinking about my imminent release from my current 40 hour week. You see I only have a certain amount of hours, 1,000 to be exact, that I can work where I am currently. But Im tired of the humdrum that is my job. I dislike working with the guy who has been hired to replace me, (oh dont get me wrong hes nice and all, but I

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So I was listening to this radio interview with the ex-Mr. Crusher, which by the way is real weird to hear, cuse its through the puter and cuse hes really articulate. Hell, its strange to hear Wesley's voice, or maybe what would be his voice if he grew up. Okay I know I never really liked Wesley, being more agog over Pidard, or warIv (Worf), hell ever Yar, well cuse he was this annoying

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Yes, I went off and wrote some shite which Im now gonna wack right here cuse I want some critism, yes be liberal, yes be harsh, I need the pokes. and yes its fanfic... of Buffy, gosh I look like a total dweeb, but there is no slash, and prolly will never be. Lonewolf and Hyenaboy Chapter One. Pallet on the Floor  Weeding is calm work. Playing little games of “one of these things is not like

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So this weekend, my x and I, you remember the girl from my cow story, yes thats her, we went on a music buying binge this weekend. Well along the way, she bought a sweet little saz, and I bought the saddest movie ever. Now, I dont make that pronouncement lightly, it is sersiously the saddest movie, EVER. 198 mins of solid tearjerking sadness, and by the end I was sobbing, you know gut

chIntlhIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712062276539846928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9693337.post-1104717235778347662005-01-02T21:52:00.000-06:002005-01-02T19:55:51.863-06:00

When ever it rains, as it did last night, (yeah I know, it is still the middle of winter IN Chigago, but what can you do?) I cant help but think about writing. Of course, I hardly ever get around to doing the actual writing itself, but I have my best thinks when it rains. So what were my thoughts last night? Hrm, its not like I remember! I slept early, lulled by the sweet pittering

chIntlhIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712062276539846928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9693337.post-1104576434745492932005-01-01T06:38:00.000-06:002005-01-01T04:51:19.286-06:00

This New Year's Eve night, I wanted to do two things that, well, would have been bad. One, I felt compelled to call my most recent x, and two, a need to find the closest knife. My life feels particually messy currently, and not that Im a neat freak or anything, but I felt the need for a little more control. And you know when girls use the control word, in conjuction with the knife word, only

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Yes, under his samite, the Father of Lies is sporting fancy french pink silk panties; he seems the type to spare no expense on his undergarments. But seriously, what do you buy the Prince of Evil for Christmas? He, or it if you feel that is more appropriate, has all the toys he'll ever need, and as we have already asserted, he doesnt mind spending a pretty penny on his wardrobe. Channell, as

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Ah, a virginal sheet of paper... err well empty html? I dont know whether to be sadened by the fact that the interweb has changed correspondance, not to mention the Arte of Writing, so. There is just something about a nice clean crisp piece of paper unsullied by the dren that I write. But this is not what I want to talk about... I mean, its as good a topic as any, but Im sure everyone has covered

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