It's Just That Society Did My Nerves Up Wretched

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 05:42:51 GMT

I'm not a star-gazing person, so much. But goddamn, does the sky up here make you actually realize that we're floating in space (also, that you have the most beautiful face).

Reading World War Z. I never really read the Zombie survival guide. It was just on Hallie and Jacek's toilet for a while. But man, I am having the best time with it.

Also of note, I did sixteen hours of travel with three little girls, aged six, three, and one, with zero cigarettes. Hear me fucking roar.

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 14:34:05 GMT

I am people purging. And convinced this is a good thing. Some of it was/is gonna be messy, but the best break-up went like this:

Me: Darlin', I'm afraid this just ain't gonna work out. Things have come up.

Him: Fair enough, see ya around, girl.

Loves it, right? I shoulda slept with him, but that would have brought buckets of drama from other ends.

So I'm givin' up Highland Coffee. Too much people there, and the one person that I would like to continue dating in the incredibly cute way that we have been can be found other places. We're gonna see Up together. It's gonna be the best.

Also have a date with my brother, to introduce him to the TARC system. I missed the sustainable city thing on transportation, but apparently the two epic failures of making this city accessible (TARC and the fuckers building the bike loop) were both there, neither of whom had good ideas to fix 'em. But I have hope. We just need more moneys.

I'm thinkin' Matt and I are gonna take the 31 downtown (well, obviously) get us some Saffier, and take the 23 to Longest (It'll take me back, I'm sure, even though I've decided that Ray's is my new coffee shop. It'll prolly help me quit smokin'.) and then catch the 55 back to Springhurst. If I'd been a little more outgoing and less controlled freshman year, I woulda done that loop every fuckin' day. Especially with that hour wait for the 31 they screwed us into.

If I stay in San Francisco, I will be taking classes on organic farming, linux/unix programming, spanish/latin american film, garmet-sewing, American sign language, and motorcycle maintainance. There is no way not to be excited about this. I need to do some tarot readings/flow charts to make sure this is what I want to do.

Sat, 23 May 2009 15:08:46 GMT

http://louisville.craigslist.org/mcy/1184198503.html

Notes to self:

Mon, 13 Apr 2009 18:30:27 GMT

Changing layout: http://www.linux.com/feature/113715

Keyboard stickers (regular print would be better for the number pad: http://hooleon.com/miva/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=OV-0654&Category_Code=OV-B&Product_Count=1

Set up in Dvorak (which I need to get faster at) and with a separate thumb bar or a way to reprogram the left half of my space bar, this will be the bombest transcription set-up ever.

Tue, 10 Feb 2009 03:59:25 GMT

I left the city. Please leave me fucking alone.

Sun, 08 Feb 2009 23:50:00 GMT

Weather gets warmer, I get more hopeful. There are some cuties in this city I'd like to know better.

There's rollerskatin' to be done. And bike acquisition. I'm pretty set on it by now.

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 23:49:15 GMT

This time, it's personal.

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 14:57:33 GMT

My hair has been ruined for me and now I hate it so much. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I don't want to look like what I now perceive to be a braindead emo dyke anymore.

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 02:11:52 GMT

Slowly, but hopefully surely, I am beginning to identify the habits I have here that are different from my habits in Louisville, so that I can find myself again. Like today, I realized that I have this high-pitched, patronizing voice that I only us in Montreal. And I use it with people I'm trying to like.

So far, though, I have not figured out how to not do so.

I wonder if for the rest of my life, I will be unable to access my normal self when not in the city of Louisville. The whole world seems so foreign.

You can never go home, right? Maybe this is my inability to accept change. But the second I get here, I feel like an extra. Which I imagine is why I am quiet at parties and whatnot. Cigarettes taste like reality, though. But only Bali Shag.

I play possessive butch girlfriend pretty well. I was all about it.

Thu, 08 Jan 2009 21:46:15 GMT

Dear Women's Travel Sling from Stockroom.com,

Why are you so expensive? And also, why are you so leather? I know these two problems are related, and neither is enough to keep me from wanting you so bad.

Mon, 05 Jan 2009 17:56:15 GMT

Architecture cafe, are you trying to kill me? I will surely starve without you.

Things are good. I've still got my NRE with this semester at McGill, which is why I'm probably going to be foolish enough to stick with Linguistic Theory and its Foundations. But, maybe I will make the right decision.

Have people to put my energy into. Lots of little relationships.

Chillin' with JP made me acutely aware of how much I am not submissive. And that's pretty okay.

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 03:20:21 GMT

Mmph, Little Jackie is totally doing it for me. As is my fucking wet-your-panties haircut.

I would also like to announce that just yesterday I sampled the unicorn of dishes at Karma, the vegetable lasagna. What the hell has happened to that place? They have waiters with working memories.

Don't have to discuss much

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 17:20:27 GMT

Yesterday, I saw tin girls and giant squids. Thank you, Smithsonian.

In the car ride to my other grandparents house, I decided that I'm going to turn the play I've been working on into a comic. That is mostly pornograpic. It's much more convenient, in the long run. Unfortunately, my own artistic talent is dissatisfying for this particular project. Dear Eric Schoenek, will you please make my ideas happen? They are very good ideas, I promise.

Sat, 13 Dec 2008 19:08:12 GMT

Bettie Page is dead.

When the twenty snow plows have blocked off the street, it feels like curfew in the new police state.

Also, I beat Ocarina of Time. I wonder if I was killing my childhood, too, in that last blow against Ganon.

Fri, 12 Dec 2008 06:29:32 GMT

I wonder whether my frequent choice of the multiple-type characters in Smash Bros (Olimar and the Ice Climbers) is an expression of my conception of my self as plural, or a symptom of my fear of being alone.

Mon, 24 Nov 2008 02:30:56 GMT

I would like to be a person with a puppet.

This puppet: http://www.puppetsinaction.com/Blue-Monster-p/blue_monster_30.htm

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 21:43:22 GMT

The king of pentacles is basically master of the material. He's usually the successful business man, but I don't care to much about the capitalist aspect of it. So, taking that away, you still have someone who suffers the faults of material awareness. He expresses affection through gifts. He's somewhat possessive and expects too much loyalty. He deals with emotional, spiritual, and intellectual problems within the physical domain.

Just so you know.

Also, I've started taking St. John's wart.

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 22:07:48 GMT

I am like Ziezie (our clawless cat) in my dependency, but not cute enough for it to be a sustainable situation.

Just a whole world of sore.

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 19:20:07 GMT

I actually wrote some of that philosophy paper? Holy shit?

That's pretty much all I got. I have got to come to terms with the fact that some people are not my friends. Well, at least not the way I do friends. 'Cause I sure as fuck wouldn'ta done that to you.

Then again, I am like a germanshepherdbear or something. Ain't nobody fuckin' with my people. Especially, especially kin. Which is why I may have to kick some asses when I go home for Thanksgiving.

Which I get to do, which I'm pretty excited about.

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 21:23:01 GMT

"Heterosexual men are like sad puppies in a store window, sometimes."

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 00:24:14 GMT

Each potato: In order to provides a better service to everybody, we are moving the extension potato central engine room. On March 14 before dawn 0:00 ~ at night 24:00, our service suspends for 24 hours. On March 15 before dawn 0:00 new engine room moved has completed, the potato could punctually go home.

Oh, Lisa Kleypas

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 05:31:40 GMT

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 17:46:10 GMT

I feel like such a big girl, taking myself to the doctor's office.

Everything here is standing in lines, and showing up, and being persistent, and expecting that the people who are supposed to help you will just make things more irritating. I think I'm getting good at it.

Also, keeping track of schedules.

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 14:31:45 GMT

I would call myself straight-up homesick. Or rather, highschool-sick. And boyfriend-sick.

I just don't trust anyone here. It has, of course, only been a few weeks, and if I did trust lots of people here, that would probably be more indicative of a dependent-y personality type than the actual situation. But it's hard to relax, when all my relationships are new.

And breakfast doesn't start until eleven-thirty -- what's up with that?

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 01:42:59 GMT

Practice tests have lead me to believe that I am not likely to succeed on my Spanish placement exam. Ah well. I could use a little anthropology. Still haven't seen an advisor. Really should do that.

I hate music. Why would someone be so obnoxious as to practice their trombone now? Maybe it's that kid I met earlier...

Need something to do, like homework.