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Whoa

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 17:34:52 GMT

I kinda forgot all about livejournal. Then I remembered. :)

MAWWIGE

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 15:06:45 GMT

We are going to Texas on Thursday to prepare for the big upcoming happy times. We are looking at venues and doing some cake tasting and checking out some places for flowers.
Exciting.

We don't have a date yet because we are waiting for the venue. There are four different places we are seeing and well, we won't know their availabilities until we get there. And honestly, we don't really care about the date, but we are sorta shooting for Oct. 13th. But we'll see.

YAY MARRIAGE!

I did it.

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:16:47 GMT

I just realized

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 17:56:10 GMT

I have not made an entry since June. Why is this? I do not know. Maybe I'd just rather read about other people's lives. I haven't had a ton of shit going on. Plus, I only have like four livejournal friends. Maybe I figure it's not worth it. I don't know. I think I missed out on this whole livejournal thing. Like I started way too late. But that's okay. I don't need you internet!!!
Hahaha (nervous laughter). But I do need the internet. I'm not quite sure for what, but it is a huge part of my life now. I have no idea how people found out stuff before the internet. I mean, really!
Anyway, this is perhaps why I have not made an entry...I have nothing to say, obviously!

My mother...the ultimate basketball fan...

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 18:27:36 GMT

This is an email my mom sent me about the Mavs. She is crazy.

I am still extremely angry over the bad calls in that game. Have not smiled once today; yelled at the dogs and cats; yelled at a stupid driver who did not yield right of way off Alsbury. Stupid people. I don't care if the NBA has a beef with Cuban; they should not take it out on the players. Wade committed a back court violation, pushed Terry across the floor, and missed a basket BUT the referees bailed him out by calling a phantom foul. Oh, if somehow I could write David Stern to tell him what a sorry excuse for an organization he has, I would.

And she's not kidding at all.

Crazy-ish Dream last night

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 15:38:58 GMT

All of a sudden Carla was bossing me around telling me that it's time to leave, but I wasn't ready yet. She wouldn't listen so we left. It was Jeremy, Carla, Tony, me and non-descript others. We all go to go to sleep (I don't know why) in this weird outdoor place. People were around not paying attention and stuff and Tony was all, "we can get in here while no one's looking" (meaning the bed) and started trying to make the moves on me. I said, "Tony, what are you doing?" and he said, "uh, something bad" and then put me wrapped in a comforter gently on the ground and tucked me in to let me sleep.
Next scene. We are going to some buddhist temple. I am about to walk through the gates to go in when someone is all "cover your tattoos, you will anger them". I blew that off.
I walked in and then a crazy lightning storm came down. These bolts of fire were hitting everywhere all around us and we had to dodge them. One came right at me. I looked up and it was a green shining light. It asked me a question (? have no clue) and I answered "Desdemona". It was the correct answer...I woke up saying to myself "I'm not ready to go yet. there are so many things I want to do". And then my alarm went off.

hmmm interesting...

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 13:15:34 GMT

http://www.popsci.com/popsci/science/2c21c0f98d07b010vgnvcm1000004eecbccdrcrd.html

I'm not sure how I feel about this.

Dentonites...

Thu, 25 May 2006 13:57:12 GMT

This is pretty good:

http://www.centraldentonpreservation.org/blog/

Fri, 19 May 2006 18:30:38 GMT

1) How old were you?
1996 - 20
2006 - 30

2) Where did you work?
1996 - Voertman's
2006 - Meredith Publishing

3) Where did you live?
1996 - Westin Place, Cement City, Denton, TX
2006 - Brooklyn

4) How was your hair style?
1996 - Shortish, Darkish Reddish, Rockabillyish
2006 - Long and Blond and beautiful

5) Did you wear contacts?
1996 - Y
2006 - Y

6) Did you wear glasses?
1996 - Y
2006 - Y

7) Who was your best friend?
1996 - Kelly O'Brien
2006 - Kelly O'Brien and maybe Carla

8) Which of your pets were still alive?
1996 - Scout
2006 - Scout

9) Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend?
1996 - I think none at this point, but soon came James
2006 - Jeremy <3

11) Who was your celebrity crush?
1996 - Who can remember that??
2006 - McDreamy or Spader

12) Who was your regular-person crush?
1996 - I had wayyyy too many
2006 - Don't have one right now.

13) How many piercings did you have?
1996 - 3 + ears
2006 - ears

14) How many tattoos did you have?
1996 - 2
2006 - 6

15) What was your favorite band/singer?
1996 - Hank Williams, Del McCoury, Bob Wills, Social Distortion
2006 - My Morning Jacket, ELO, Geroge Jones, Dolly Parton

16) Do/Did you smoke?
1996 - Y
2006 - N

17) Had you gotten drunk?
1996 - Y
2006 - Y

18) Looking back, are you where you thought you would be in 2006?
Who knows. I like where I am now, so that's all that matters.

My Toof

Sun, 30 Apr 2006 17:04:08 GMT

Last night I was chomping on an orange slice and bit down on something really hard and realized my crown had come off. I don't have insurance right now and so it sucks. It doesn't hurt or anything but there's this weird hole in my mouth now. Sucks. I will have to pay a lot to get it fixed, but at least I didn't swallow the crown! I'm still sad about it. Oh well, what can you do?

Okay so...

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 17:57:47 GMT

I had my last session with my trainer today because since I am not employed at the moment I cannot afford any more sessions. But he rechecked my body fat for me. When I first went in it was a whopping 27.6. (i misquoted the number in another entry, I thought it was 26.7, oops!) Really high. But today, just seven sessions and about six weeks later, it is 26.3. That is awesome. It seems to be coming off! Yay! I am excited even though I weighed the same. That's okay, I don't mind as long as I'm gaining some muscle.
Go me!

Today:

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 21:17:59 GMT

My trainer kicked my butt today. It was good though. It was such a beautiful day.
I walked over to Ft. Greene park and hung out with an iced coffee and watched some people play soccer. It was nice over there, my first time to that park and won't be my last.
It only like 10 blocks away. I had gone past there before but never into the park. I like it.

I really wanna buy clothes for some reason. Probably because I've been watching What Not To Wear a lot and it makes me want to shop!
I have to get this one pair of shoes and maybe a couple of shirts and I've really been wanting a nice black or dark brown pencil skirt.
Maybe that will help me get a job? Who knows.

Essentially fun

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 20:00:22 GMT

At least for today...

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Drat.

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 03:58:36 GMT

I fucked up. I missed the comprehensive exams for this semester. They won't be offered again until the fall. Looks like I won't be finished with my degree until then.

I am sorta pissed at the advisor though because she didn't send out an email with the date of the test. I was under the impression it was April 27th. I guess I made that date up. I decided to email her and double check on the date and it was yesterday. YESTERDAY! How weird.

Anyway, whatever.
I will graduate someday.

IDIOTISM

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 05:12:51 GMT

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=728274&imageID=581223412

This girl got a tattoo of her baby as a zombie. Not kidding.

It's a sad, sad, funny world we live in.

GOD HAHAHAHA I WANT TO KILL HER.

I met with my personal trainer for the first time today.

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 20:58:38 GMT

Interesting. I weigh four pounds more than I thought I did. Not so bad. I can live with that. Also, i have 26.7% body fat. NOT okay with that. I am on the cusp of fair to poor level of body fat. Well, I guess it can only get better from here!

He's short and beefy, named Hunter, is from the Bronx and was in the military at some point. I am a little afraid. But that's okay.

Good luck to me!!

Just some CUTIES

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 05:27:10 GMT

Because I never want to forget and almost did

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 19:14:54 GMT

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4627950.stm

Snake 'befriends' snack hamster

Aochan, the snake 'seems to enjoy' being with Gohan, the hamster
A rodent-eating snake and a hamster have developed an unusual bond at a zoo in the Japanese capital, Tokyo.
Their relationship began in October last year, when zookeepers presented the hamster to the snake as a meal.

The rat snake, however, refused to eat the rodent. The two now share a cage, and the hamster sometimes falls asleep sitting on top of his natural foe.

"I have never seen anything like it," a zookeeper at the Mutsugoro Okoku zoo told the Associated Press News agency.

The hamster was initially offered to Aochan, the two-year-old rat snake, because it was refusing to eat frozen mice,.

As a joke, the zookeeper said they named the hamster Gohan - the Japanese word for meal.

"I don't think there's any danger. Aochan seems to enjoy Gohan's company very much," said zookeeper Kazuya Yamamoto.

The apparent friendship between the snake and hamster is one of many reported bonds spanning the divide between predator and prey.

DO IT

Sat, 18 Feb 2006 00:24:34 GMT

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sooo....it's a little after midnight

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 22:32:17 GMT

It's my last night in Cape Town, I'm a little drunk and I want my boyfriend. A month is a long time. *SIGH*
I'm so gay. Speaking of, a giant dyke hit on me tonight.
But then again I also heard from like four guys, "white girl can dance!!"
All in all, successful night.

I need somethings right now. That is all.

On the Township Lollipop

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 19:42:49 GMT

We drive by in the little white bus the rows and rows and rows of colorful shacks, sheds, pieces of tin somehow stuck together to make some sort of a room, a house. But I still cannot comprehend that this, this tiny building, all of these tiny buildings, if you can even call them buildings, are where people live. Real people live there. Children play there. There are cows along the road. They must eat those cows, they must just kill these cows and just eat them, I think. The colors, the many, lots of colors flash by as we sit in the little white bus. All of us white Americans. We are looking at the bright blues and reds, greens and greys of the shacks. I must remember to use these colors more at my house. Mine would be a choice. Not a necessity.
The night before the Township Tour, I looked at a book called Shack Chic. That is where I first noticed the beautiful greens, blues, reds and pinks that the shacks were decorated in. I should try that at home. Only this is what they have, what they find. It is not for fun. It is not because the bright colors look nice. It is because the food labels they use to paper the walls are all they have. But that looks so neat, I want to use that.
We get out at Langa. We did not get out at Khayelitsha. They tell us that the children will gather around us. The children gather around us. They are barefoot and dirty. One girl has a pink cap with a fake blond ponytail attached to the back. She takes off the cap and her hair is as so close to her head you can only barely see the kink. The girl grabs my hand. Is it okay to take it? How dirty is her hand? Can I get some disease from this? How can I think this, though? Do these thoughts make me racist, careless? Other children come up. They tell me their names. I cannot remember them. One little boy he is so tiny takes my hand. He then reaches for Caroline’s hand too. I know what this means. This is not just holding hands. I pull up with my hand and make him come off the ground. Caroline follows my lead. He does not want to put his feet back on the ground after we have swung him. He does not put his feet on the ground. My arm tires. Please, let me put you down. As I look down at him I notice his head is odd shaped. Does he have a disease? Does he have cancer? Is he going to die? He has walked so far with us; will he know the way back to where he came from?
Our guide leads us to a shack. It is grey on the outside. It is a shebeen. The guide tells us what it is what it means, who goes there, who makes the beer, that the beer, sorghum beer is bitter and sour tasting. A woman brings in a paint can full of tannish colored foam. It looks like she just milked a brown cow. She places it in the middle of the shebeen. She pulls out a dishrag to wipe the side. How clean is that rag? It can’t be clean. Nothing is clean here. We are all supposed to drink out of the paint can. We are supposed to share. Share as in commune. Commune as in community. I am the third or fourth person to take the paint can, I can’t remember which. Turn it just a little, but not so anyone notices to get a place where no one has put their mouths yet. It is cool. It is sour, but not as sour and bitter as I had prepared myself for. Yeasty.
It is time now for lunch. We go to Lalapa. Sheila is the older woman who owns it. It is her house. It is her house that she built on and built on until she could have a restaurant for visitors. The food is good. This is almost exactly like southern food. Comfort food. Almost. I mention to the guide outside waiting for the group to get to the vans that I liked the food, that it was good, but he says it wasn’t how they normally would make the food it isn’t authentic. Authentic. He says they change it for the tourists, for the Americans, British, Australians. The township lollipop.
There is no more time for anything else. We must get back to the bus. We must get back to Rondebosch, to class. We must get back. We must get back to write about this. Write about it instead of really experiencing it. We don’t have time to experience it. We have to get back to our lives. Back to why we are here. Why are we here?

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 09:53:11 GMT

I have a lot of work to do. How can I do all this work when I'm in South Africa? And now I only have less than two weeks. Less than two weeks to go. I will be glad to get back, but aren't I supposed to get something out of this? Supposed to. What does that even mean. I feel like there is a lot undone, unsaid, unfinished, but then I have all this work to do. I must come up with a good piece of writing by next Tuesday. Less than one week. I would like to have a Savanna. That is the name of this really light and refreshing cider here. I want one! I could use one. I will have to go get one. But first and foremost, I have to work. But that is why I am here, is it not? Yes, yes, I am here for a class. "Writing the New South Africa" That is its official title. Sounds bold. Is only partially bold. One of the instructors is, as Emily so aptly put it, "a lightweight". He is not what we are used to as an instructor. He makes it seem as if we are in a freshman class. And that my friends is depressing when you're sitting wasting our time with him while there is a whole world out there or at the very least a really beautiful, really sunny beach to hang out on.
Alas, I must go. I must carry on with the working. There is no way around it. I have to read one more of the five books we have been assigned in the three and a half weeks of class. That is not a crazy amount of reading in normal life, but in South Africa (I am in South Africa!!!) it seems opressive. Oh, but that is part of the nature of the entire place here. Opression, repression, depression.
I will go to Long Street and go to either Lola's or Long Street Cafe, sit outside have maybe a coffee, definitely a Savanna and read and write and read and write and read and write some more.

It is 6:05 am in NYC, but in Cape Town it is 1:05 pm

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 11:10:11 GMT

I find that I have mixed feelings about being here. It's beautiful and I'm having a lot of fun and getting different perspectives on things. BUT.
I am here with a group of students. A group of 10 American students. It's difficult to deal with all the time. People are banging it into our brains that we cannot go many places alone and how dangerous it is here, especially at night, etc, etc.
That is hard to deal with on it's own, much less when you are with 10 other people who are strangers to you. It brings a lot of mixed feelings. Half of the time I feel like an outsider who was somehow able to join the group but somehow is not also all the way within the bounds of the group. At the same time, I am having a lot of fun with some people here. Sometimes, however, I feel almost invisible. AND the dependence on others. I am fine with being alone and doing things on my own. In fact, that's the way I like to do most things.
Then you come here and are beat to death with the fact that you cannot go out alone because you will get mugged, raped, etc. It's difficult.
However, I get to feel this difficulty in one of the most beautiful places on Earth.
Table Mountain looms outside my window. Everywhere you turn there is a beach with turquoise water. The weather is pretty much perfect all the time, warm to hot with a breeze during the day and cool to chilly at night. It can't get much better than that.
In the place though, one can feel the tensions of the 'New South Africa' (whatever that indeed truly means). The political energy is in the air. When you pass the townships in your van, you realize the long way this country has to go. You feel the tensions, the dichotomy, the oddness, incongruity of Clifton Beach where people seem to have no end of money, they have the most beautiful beach side homes and then you drive into Khayelitsha one of the largest townships and you are in a third world country most definitely.
It's thrown in your face and being who we are, where we're from we don't always know how to deal with.
Just thoughts.
Fragments.

South Africa

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 06:15:39 GMT

So awesome

GRRRR

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 16:43:30 GMT

I am totally getting dicked over at my job. Not only will I be laid off soon, but also...well, so I kinda run the office. I don't get commissions from renting apartments because I am not an agent. If I take an application while the agent is not here, she gets the commissions even though I am the one doing the work.
Now, they changed the schedule where I will be here alone on Saturdays and Sundays. Well, that's when we have all the clients. So the agent will get to sit around during the week doing nothing while I have to work my ass off on the weekends and SHE GETS THE F'ING COMMISSION!!!!!

ugh.ugh.ugh. I can't wait to get laid off.